August Moone Sagas
Book 6
Journeying
Chapter 29
A Song of Shagging

Not So Stranger Passing Thru
	The loss of his friend, Austin, was one thing, the loss of being in his Birth World another, and the loss of his special “powers” something else all together.  He didn’t know when, where, how, or why--but his special mental abilities were no longer.
	Whether or not that was permanent he did not know, either.
	Mental attributes would come in handy in regards with dealing the Little Folk, Sakka especially.  Sakka claimed to be not of the Birth World like the others but of the Giant World.  Forrest doubted it, he believed ALL the humans in the Non Birth Worlds had at one time been in the Birth World, or at least their ancestors.
	Sakka didn’t like Forrest--and the feeling was mutual.  Sakka was an asshole, from the toes up.  He regarded Forrest as an Outsider, a troublemaker.  The Giant, Dirk, could always detect when new humans had come to his manor.  The giant had a special “dungeon”/prison for the humans; he traded them to other giants, then ate the rest.
	Ate?
	Yep, grinded them up in meal, laid them out in sandwiches, and once used them as sexual devices.
	Sexual devices!  Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!

	Sakka probably disliked newcomer Forrest so much as Gwenolynn had taken a shine to him.  But Gwen was like that, she liked all newcomer humans, she feasted on their tales of the outside world.  It annoyed Sakka and even more when Forrest and Gwen scampered off someplace private…
	Without his mental powers Forrest knew to be wary, he knew that he had relied on them too much too often and for to long.  He didn’t have much leeway with the Little Folk of Dirk’s Manor, but it was just his natural abilities, his swarthy persona that put him in a lofty position as someone to look up to.
	The Little Folk had a leader, an aged old man who faintly remembered being from the Birth World, but it was a long-long time ago.  There were assistants and Sakka was one of them.  He was also in line to be the next leader as soon as the old one kicked off.  With Forrest in the midst, the Little Folk were looking to Forrest as the next leader--his natural determinate abilities and all.
	This only further created a rift between Forrest and Sakka.
	In the meantime, the giant and his dungeon.  Forrest wanted to see the dungeon--which turned out to be mere bird cages of various types, sorts, and sizes.  They were stacked in a pantry room on shelves--two to three dozen of them, crammed with a various assortment of various humans.
	The Little Folk had pathways thru the stone wall allowing them access all over the manor.  Forrest saw in the kitchen a handful of humans placed in a skillet and cooked alive.  Their screams only made the giant laugh and giggle.  Other humans freaked out as they were confined in a cage awaiting their fate.
	The giant’s wench-bitch, Gertrude, was of some interest to Forrest, one day she was in the kitchen preparing her Master a meal, it did NOT consist of humans but of real meat, mutton to be exact.  She added a sprinkling of paprika and then something she pulled out of a secret hole in the back of a cupboard.  When she had left Forrest got Gwen to take him to that particular cupboard.
	Along the way; a spider, a large mud dauber (wasp), and Sakka got in the way.  The spider was dealt with by splashing it with a concoction the Little Folk had made to thwart spider attacks.  It was an acid--the spider could “dish it out” but “couldn’t take it.”
	The wasp was a bit more of a problem and merely had to be confused in a maze known only to the Little Folk.  Then, when the pesky insect followed, Forrest hiding on a piece of wood above a passageway brought down a hefty hunk of broken glass, severing the wasp.
	Sakka.
	Sakka was an asshole.  A pain in the ass kind of asshole.  
	“You should not be here.” he said, to Gwenolynn.
	“I go as I please.” Gwenolynn returned.
	“It is not safe to travel--” he paused and glared at the Outsider Forrest, “the Giant is aware of us and will have us all!”
	“I’m fine, Sakka, we’re safe inside the walls--”
	“No one is safe when outsiders come!” and with that he tried a sucker punch.
	Didn’t work, though.
	Forrest sucked it in, leaned out of the way just so and returned the punch sending Sakka doubling over severely out of breath.  The next trick to carry thru would have been for Forrest to bring his knee up to the man’s chin.  But he held off, for Gwen’s sake.
	“Don’t do that again.” Forrest warned Sakka.
	Gwenolynn consoled Sakka, a one time lover.  Angrily, though, Sakka flung off her affection.
	“You get caught by the Giant, do not cry out for me to help you!” and he left into the gloom of the wall’s interior in a mighty huff.

	“I’m sorry about Sakka,” Gwenolynn said as they made their way along the narrow passages on their way to the cupboard of interest.  
	“He means well and has been here a long time,”
	“He doesn’t need to be an asshole.” Forrest replied.
	“No, he doesn’t, but you must understand--”
	A sound was heard, muffled, interrupting Gwen’s explanation and support of Sakka.  
	“What the hell--?”
	Gwen closed her eyes, shaking her head, “It’s the giant, the master of the manor, he’s beating her again.”
	“Beating?  Again?”
	“Yes, he’s very fussy about his meals, the ones without human.” then, 
	“He’s very fussy about a lot of things and doesn’t seem to need much of an excuse to beat her.” it seemed as though despite the giant’s bitch being a giant herself, Gwenolynn felt sorry for her.
	At the cupboard thru a mouse hole Forrest and Gwen crept around looking for something.  Forrest wasn’t sure until he saw the piece of wood at the side of the cupboard--a secret!
	Dislodging the piece of wood took some doing, but once done inside was a leather pouch containing something like sand.  It had a slight odor to it and Gwenolynn quickly pulled Forrest away.
	“That’s arsenic!” she declared. 
	Hmmmm, the wench-bitch was poisoning Dirk?
	Forrest and Gwen left the cupboard and returned to the others.  They said nothing about the poisoning.  Forrest went to where he had a pallet (bed) and brooded--thought, and contemplated.
	Was the wench Gertrude a possible alley?
	Something to think about…
Mountain memories
	Life was good in the mountains, Austin continued to heal but he milked his recovery--and the family Dalton bought it.  Though Mary Ellen, Erin, and Elizabeth were good, Austin actually enjoyed Momma Dalton, Olivia.  When he had the chance he got her to strip off her clothes and open her legs, or ass cheeks.  
	It still could not be determined if whether or not what happened with Momma Dalton in the bathroom--happened.  It bothered him, but his mind was clearing and so maybe he could fake it--fake still being ill and see if she would escort him to the bathroom and make a play for him.  Then he’d know.
	In the meantime, Austin shagged Olivia every chance he got, got her naked and boffed her on the dinning table, on his bed, on HER bed, and out in the garden--a risky there but it was a good one just the same.
	Elizabeth had a little friend who lived down the way, Amy was her name and she was incredibly cute.  Blond, blue eyed, lily white, and sweet.  Her folks owned/operated a small general store.  Together, with Elizabeth, Austin enjoyed both girls.  The enjoyment mostly stemmed from just watching the girls undress themselves.  Amy usually wore a dress, a short one.  Her sun shiny face was incredible and Austin was usually hard by the time she had gotten down to her panties.
	With both girls nude, Austin enjoyed even more…

	Busting virgin cunnies worried Austin, the girls’ poons would be sore and they would know and possibly complain.  But with Elizabeth, she was being doinked up the ass by her own father.  
	Amy was very virgin, Austin enjoyed her--a lot.  All the girls he had touched felt good to him, he spent precious time “touching” and kissing and licking and sucking and eyeing--followed by an outrageous bout of humping.  Amy and Elizabeth had a very fine layer of poon pie fuzz covering their young pre-teen snatches.  Austin spent most of his time licking them, caressing with his fingers, nose, and tongue before pressing his hard FINGER against them followed by finally making vaginal entry.
	The sensation was wondrous.  Wondrous. 
	He only wished he had more time, he wished he could “stun” them all, then he could lounge without fear of interruption or being caught off guard.
	And one day he did.
Disturbing awakenings
	Each girl was good.  Good to touch, admire, lick, and suck.  Austin began with mind tapping two at a time, which he had had some success with Elizabeth and Amy.  Then, he went for three--Elizabeth, Erin, and Amy.  He couldn’t tell if he was elated with the girls naked or getting into the process of naked.  It was a dream cum true.
	Erin was at least older and thusly more giving in having her cunny breeched.  Austin was curious if she, too, like sister Elizabeth, had been doinked up the butt.  He decided not to worry too much about it and just concentrate on what he was doing.
	Erin had the perfect breast.  Older sister Mary Ellen had good sized tits, too, but Austin preferred Erin’s.  he suckled on them, pawed, mawed, and flogged (with his dick) the palm sized orbs; often he lay his prick between them and pulled the breasts to one another and humped until squirting his love cream onto the unsuspecting girl’s face.
	Mary Ellen he enjoyed as her cunny was not virginal.  With Mary Ellen he lay across his bed, knees on the floor, and doinked her up the butt.  He found it almost as easy as was her cunny.
	Then, Austin went for it all--mind stunning the girls’ mother, Olivia.
	It still had not been determined for any certainty if Olivia was “warm for his form.”  across the dinning table Austin doinked the momma Dalton, her asshole was NOT tight and Austin found himself fucking that hole more than her other (two.)
	Then, the next thing Austin knew--he was on his bed, naked.  Beside him was Erin and Amy 69ing.  That was delightful to Austin who smoothed his hand over Amy’s ass as she was on top.  On Austin himself was Elizabeth, sucking his cock with her fiery fur burger in his face.
	Just as the cum was beginning to flow (into ‘Lizbeth’s mouth) Daddy Dalton appeared at the door.

Disturbing disturbances
	“Is he--dead?”
	A nudge to the still body confirmed the inquiry.
	“Yeah, ‘fraid so.”
	“A-all of-of them?”
	“No, just this one, he was too close.”
	A stiff breeze brought a myriad of smells and odors.  Freeway sounds kept Kam on guard as though the entire park of rest stop seekers had been nullified motorists were not prevented from entering the affected area.
	The Panic Button.  A last minute add-on to the latest upgrade to Kam’s mind altering device.  He had read about it, researched it, fooled around with the notion and finally included it in his recent upgrade.  He wasn’t overly sure for any certainty if it would actually work.
	Well, it did.
	Unfortunately, for one, it was fatal.  Too close to the “blast zone” and his mind was overloaded.  Three others who had been at the door of the RV would never be the same, either.  Four others had mind devices supposedly for the use of disabling the effects of mind altering devices such as Kam Kneely’s.  Those four, too, would be mindless for their efforts.
	The rest of the park’s travelers were just temporarily zonked.
	It was the knowing that the effects of Kam’s mind device would soon wear off prompted Kam (and sidekick Danny) to amscray.  

	How had to police/law enforcement come to HIS RV?
	Had they been tipped off?
	A member of his group?
	Danny?
	A member of Danny’s group?
	Or something other?
	As he barreled down the interstate, with Danny in his RV behind him, Kam brooded.  Security measures abounded and he (and Danny) had been at open places whereas their vehicles could have been documented.  It was getting deep.  Kam had quite a “family”, so did Danny.  The cold clammy hand of fear began to tighten…

	At a medium sized metropolitan metropolis city Kam and Co. pulled into----an RV park.  Other assorted vehicles for RVing were present, also, but mostly the all-in-one motor vehicle was the norm.  It was the dead of night and just a few spots available.  After parking, Kam (and Danny) sat in their driver’s seat quietly.  After a time, Kam got up, counted heads (for security sake) then left to check on Danny.
	Danny he knew was not cool with death.  It was an unfortunate thing to have happened, but the other results would have been more disastrous had the Panic Button not been available--like arrested, shot on spot, etc.  Danny DID love his children (a lot) and the separation from them would be too much to bear.
	Danny was fine, sort of.  The death of the officer was upsetting, but he understood that it was the result of being an accident.  He could live with it.  His worry, though, was the security issue.  Had the law enforcers tracked them down?  Was it a fluke?  Where the LE’s just checking ALL RVs or what?
	Too many questions--too little answers.
	For security’s sake, Kam suggested that they ditch their RVs, trade them in for new ones.  Danny didn’t know about that, he had sunk all his money into the RV he had.  But he understood the reasoning behind Kam’s suggestion AND Kam explained that he would help out any differences (financially speaking.)  If their RVs WERE being looked for the purchase of new ones would foil the Enforcers of the Law.  
	For awhile anyways.

*

Scumbums
	His balls slapped faster and faster as his increased pace to achieve his ultimate goal of satisfaction.  He pumped faster and faster, all eyes were on him as he pumped, the hapless girl he pumped clenched the bedding and endured the pumping.
	At last, though, the ultimate goal of sexual bliss was achieved and a torrent of love cream exploded out of Danny Rennat’s cock--screaming in a flood into Hanna Bolin’s cunt.  
	Hanna was a nice addition to the crew, a teenager at least.  She along with Karen Tallwood, and Cheryl were the only teen girls and were very welcomed as their teen bodies made it easier to enjoy (sexually speaking.)  (Hanna being the one “acquired” from the last rest stop before the fracas…)
	Danny shuddered all over, his cock still embedded to the hilt into the teen’s poon.  He moaned a gleeful audible exclamation of ultimate satisfaction.  Straining to get every ounce of sexual joy from his deed, Danny pumped quickly a little more before pulling out.  His cum drenched cock pulsed as he sat back, rivers of cum trickled out of the girl’s pussy and down her legs.  
	Hanna wept some, clenched and breathed hard as she sat on her hands and knees.  The young teen’s ordeal was far from over.  Young Mitch took a turn in her cunny.  Danny didn’t move from his position on the bed and as the young Mitch pumped Hanna in the doggie style position, Danny admired the boy’s pumping ass and as he flogged his cum squirter, Danny caressed the boy’s smooth ass.
	Glorina looked on at the sordid event with disdain.
	Cheryl and the other kids watched with no emotions, just awaiting their turn to be sexed by the Sidekick.
	After young Mitch had finally unloaded his own love cream into Hanna’s cunt, he was laid over Glorina’s body while Danny inserted his cock into the boy’s hole.  Karen was rolled onto her backside with Cheryl perched on the new teen’s face.  Mitch pulled his own cheeks open and Danny pumped the boy full of love.
	Danny liked “boys” inasmuch as he liked girls…
	And though sinking one’s pud into a hole that was “of age”, old enough to receive, Danny was a perv at heart--after initially humping Karen and Mitch, and watch Cheryl and Karen tongue one another in a 69er, Danny enjoyed the youngest member Kam had in his RV, Leah.
	Leah was seven.  Danny didn’t care.  Often with his own children, Danny had rubbed his penis against their cunnies.  When changing their diapers, bathing them, etc.--Danny had rubbed his cock against them and all over them.  He, too, had jerked off into their mouths, getting them used to the “taste” of his cream.
	But he had never penetrate them--except for their mouths.
	With Leah, he could make vaginal and anal penetration.  Mitch (and Kam) had already breeched the child and Danny was in glory with sliding his manhood into her.  Not all the way, he was a man and Leah was a mere child, but with the head of his cock disappearing into her body he was elated enough.  He clung to her tight little ass and worked his love organ into pussy/asshole, sliding about an inch of schlong meat into her crevices.  When he came off, Katy and Beth were there to lick the child clean, Kellie was there to suck clean Danny’s cock.
	Danny also liked sticking Glorina.  He knew of her, was aware of her status and what she had done to people like him.  It was a sort of vengeance fuck.  And like Kam, while putting it to the woman, he liked having the kids around him rub his ass.
	With Danny boffing Kam’s kids, Kam boffed Danny’s kids.
	Stephanie and Michelle, with Anna, too.  All three were delicious and each required a little special attention from Kam.  The two men took as many as three days “attending” each others group--then shared them as a whole, too.
	Mitch got a work out as he got to sink himself in Danny’s kids.  He had mild qualms about stuffing young Anna.  She was merely five, but she had been fingered, tongued, and poked prior to Mitch.  With Mitch, little Anna was fully poked and prodded and fucked.
	It was then Danny was introduced to the fine art of videoing.
	It was one manor of which Kam made his money, at the expense of others.  Danny willingly included his kids so as to be a part of the “profit” margin.
	Video Effects  Opening Scene  Act One
	On the queen bed teenagers Cheryl and Karen.  The two fourteen year olds were nude, Karen on her backside, ass at the edge of the side of the bed, she herself holding her legs back.  The other girl, Cheryl, knees on the floor, hands on Karen’s legs helping to hold them in place and open a bit, tongued the teen’s twat.
	Neither girl revealed much emotion.
	A close up there was of Cheryl’s tongue flicking madly all about Karen’s freshly shaven snatch, the girl flinched and twisted as the tongue action caused her to involuntarily react.  Soon Cheryl stood up and pressed her own shaven snatch to Karen’s and began to bounce--a scissor fuck between girls.
	Then, after a few moments of this, Cheryl lay down to suckle on Karen’s breasts.  Karen was unable to hold back the horror of having another girl do such a thing to her, the camera faded to black.
	Cheryl stood up and was backed up to the wall while Karen’s legs were pulled and held back by Danny.  Kam then let fly several hard smacks to the teenager’s ass and thighs until she wriggled so and cried out in extreme distress.
	Kam halted, Danny’s cock pulsed, his balls swelling--severe discipline he liked.  Kam shoved the cattle prod into the girl’s anus--DEEP into her anal cavity but didn’t turn the Convincer on.  But he could have.  The point was taken and Karen conveyed that she wouldn’t “blow her scene” again.
	A minute was allowed for Karen to pull her “act” together and then the camera rolled and Cheryl continued.

	Act Two
	Teenage Cheryl thrashed about as her hands were tied up above her head as she lay on the queen bed; her legs, too, tied outward to the bed railing.  No one else was present but a dog, a French-Bull Mastiff.  The camera zoomed in as the dog’s pink schlong slammed into the teen’s pussy.  Dog drool dripped disgustingly onto the teen’s chest as its powerful might flogged her.
	When at least the canine “got his nut” and his doggie dong slid out, the camera zoomed in to capture the doggie cum spewing out of the tormented teen’s cunt.
	Act Three
	Ten year olds Beth and Katy lay on the empty bed 69ing, Beth on top.  Twelve year old Mitch caressed Beth’s ass and soon positioned himself behind the girl easing his cock into the girl’s asshole as Katy pried Beth’s cheeks open.  When Mitch was “in” all the way, Katy latched onto the boy’s barely hairy balls and sucked them while he pumped.
	When rivers of cum began to flow out of Beth’s well fucked asshole, Katy licked the creamy hole.  The camera also zoomed in on Beth’s tongue licking furiously Katy’s bald poon.  She shuddered and trembled some, both girls did, as their was orgasmic feelings seething thru them both.
	Act Four
	Eight year old Chinese girl Kellie Yu and seven year old Leah Pace masturbated themselves, furiously fingering themselves with their legs opened wide for the camera.  Then, they began fingering one another before Kellie “went down on” Leah.  After several minutes of furious licking, the girls sat up on their knees facing one another and embraced.  The embrace led to kissing, their young tongues deep inside one another’s mouths.
	Act Five
	Cheryl eased her finger in and out of Beth’s asshole while her tongue eased in and out and all about the child’s bald cunny.  Beside them on the bed Katy licked out another fourteen year old, Karen Tallwood.  Behind Katy was Mitch, his face in between Katy’s ass licking her pooter hole while he masturbated himself into a furor.
	Act Six
	Seven year old Cole’s cries of distress were muffled as his mouth was pressed against ten year old Stephanie’s cunt.  The boy’s naked ass danced madly about in the air as Kam blasted it with a strap.  When welts began to appear on the boy’s otherwise lily white hinny, Danny with a generous lube application to his cock stepped up and made penetration.
	Act Seven
	The token African-American boy, Gavin, slid his seven year old adequate schlong in and out of young five year old Anna’s pussy.  The child thrashed about some, whimpered, and was not pleased with the rape to her, but well enough understood the results if she did not comply.  But still…
	Seven year old Han Lee Suk stuffed the fourteen year old poon of Hanna Bolin.  The teenager holding onto the boy’s ass as he pumped steadily--sucking on her young tender sensitive breasts.
	Finale
	On their knees, Beth, Katy, Kellie, Leah, Michelle, Stephanie, Anna.
	The camera panned and focused to each girl; her face, her naked front, and between her legs especially.  Each girl sat upright, shoulder to shoulder with the next.  Then, Kam, Danny, Mitch, Cole, Gavin, and Han Lee came one by one, placing their puds into the girls’ mouths for a full five minute suck.
	On the bed, Cheryl, Hanna, Karen, slurped on the schlong of Rollo, the Mastiff.
	When the last girl, Anna, had sucked off on the last cock, Han, the first girl--Beth, lay on the bed on her back, legs pulled back to receive the first cock, Kam.
	With Rollo’s cock ready to fire, his knot forming and all, Cheryl spread her legs (again) to receive the doggie dong--but to her corn hole.  
	When the last boy, Han, had fucked his fill of Beth’s snatch, the second girl replaced her.  
	Hanna freaked and had to be spanked as she was not about to “take on the dog dick” to her cunny.  Sucking the dog dick was one thing (and she had to be spanked HARD for her to comply with that).  For her refusal to accept the doggie dong to her poon, the cattle prod was jammed into her anus AND turned on.
	Hanna twitched and jerked, had her bowels loosened, peed (which only made the effects of being electrocuted internally worse by a factor of ten).  Her cries turned to screams of pure horror so much that Karen had to sit on the girl’s face, her poon muffling the outburst.  Naturally it was all caught on video…
	Half an hour later and Hanna not gleefully received Rollo’s cock…

	Each cock enjoyed as much time as needed in each girl.  Whatever orifice desired the girl willingly complied--usually and mostly it was one of the two holes between her legs.
	Each girl suckled on Rollo’s cock.
	Each girl stood in the shower to be bathed, spanked, and to be film peeing while standing up.  Each girl put her tongue into the cunt crack of another.  Each girl was spanked until her ass turned a lovely shade of near puce.
	Each boy was reamed in the ass.
	Each boy sucked on the cock of another boy as well as drained the love cream from their two male adult “fathers.”  Each girl once more sucked on the cock AND balls of each boy.  When two hours of filming was “in the can”, their torment was complete.  (for the moment)
	Danny was left in charge of the combined family while Kam struck off to meet a “contact” in town.

**

Fancy frolics  
	Boy love.  Girl love was one thing, and he DID love girls, his girls and everyone elses.  He loved looking at them in their underwear or swimsuits and LOVED it when they pranced about willy-nilly all naked like.  He loved looking at their naked young hairless cunnies, the shape of their ass; he loved watching them as they were bent over, cheeks spread intentionally or otherwise.  he loved listening to his girls, or others’, farting, sitting on the toilet peeing or pooping.
	He loved watching his girls masturbating.  He loved watching them with their legs open ’getting after it.  He loved watching them lick each other, kissing each other, and giving rim jobs to one other.
	Ultimate love was watching them suck his cock, his balls, and take his cock up between their legs.  He loved it when his love cream spilled onto their chins, onto their poons, and anywhere else.  He loved watching the other girl lick the ooze off the other!
	He also loved boys.
	Having no boys of his own only prompted Danny to lust for others.
	Danny didn’t profess that he was “gay”, he knew he was a pedophile, no doubt there.  But it was pure lust, nothing more, for his illicit love of young boys.  He loved seeing them naked, no in their underwear or swimsuits--just naked.
	He loved seeing them masturbate and in so many different positions while doing so.  He also loved spanking them, having their searing hind ends pressing against his loins as he deeply embedded his cock into their glory hole.
	He wasn’t so much into spanking his own children, but didn’t mind walloping or watching another child not his being walloped.  While Kam was off doing his thing with the video they had made, Danny watched over the kiddies.
	His cock was genuinely sore.  He had never fucked so much in his life!  He showered (alone) and rested, Rollo in charge of keeping the kiddies in their place.  His own kids were okay, their temple adornments keeping them from being a security issue.
	With the shower done, Danny dried off and couldn’t help but look to the one other adult, Glorina.  She had not been in the video but would probably be so in the next one.  Glorina was a security risk, sort of.  She was tied up securely, spread eagled on the bed.  Danny hoped to make some more temple adorations to help make the security issue less of a worry, but he needed parts and such and there hadn’t been suitable time--too busy kidnapping, running from the law, and making a porno…
	After drying and stepping out of the bathroom, Danny and the woman made eye contact.  Glorina said nothing, Danny said nothing.  She had sat on the sidelines watching as the porno had been made.  She had seen him with his cock in the girls’ mouths, up between their legs, shooting wads and wads of sperm all over them.  She had seen him spanking the kids and sodomizing the boys, performing oral sex on the girls and boys and penetrating even the youngest one.
	Slowly he crawled onto the bed and onto the woman.  Danny recalled her “last case.”  it had made national headlines, as did ALL the woman’s cases.  She craved the attention and publicity.  A man had been accused of molesting his children.  On investigation porno had been found on his computer, and images of his children engaged in sex.
	However, it was a family computer--the computer was the only one in the house and the one the family used.  No images of the MAN/Father was found.  The man was arrested and tossed into the klink.  He was murdered by other inmates before it was uncovered/discovered that the oldest son had been the one molesting his younger siblings and placing the images on the computer to share with the world.
	Danny eased his bone into Glorina’s cunt and made slow near agonizing love to the woman.  It had been a long while since Danny had plowed a woman’s pussy.  He pushed into the woman’s cunt, tweaked her erect nipples and worked his hips in a circle keeping his cock hard and stiff and working the woman into an undeniable frenzy.
	Glorina began to pump back.
	She clenched her mouth tight in an attempt from calling out or exclaiming how good the fuck was.  She clenched her hands together tightly with feet dancing and reeling.  Danny sped up, he couldn’t help it.  He sank his cock fully and DID pull out to hump the woman’s fevered gash before slamming himself back in and straining.
	Glorina’s eyes fluttered, someone farted--someone giggled, Danny came.
	A lot.
	One big wad firstly exploded from his schlong and then several subsequent wads.  His ass tightened up, his balls were cinched up and in his mind he thought of Mitch.  Mitch, Gavin, Cole, Han Lee.  All four boys on their hands and knees, face down--ass up, cheeks spread.  Danny imagined his cock into each boy, fucking him hard until at the same time of his own orgasm the boy being screwed also came.
	Toes curling, hair tingling, his own nipples erect, Danny emptied every once of his love cream.  All strength in his body was exhausted and he had to lay on the woman.  Not wanting to crush her he lay off to the side, his cock limping out on him lay pressed against the woman’s hip.  Glorina wriggled and it became apparent to Danny that she was still “in need.”
	A nod to Mitch brought the boy up, he looked to the woman’s heaving body, Danny sat up, his cock ached severely.  Mitch had a nice hard-on, Danny smiled and gazed upon Glorina’s cum laden cunt.  He looked to the other kids and nodded to Kellie.
	Semi reluctantly the eight year old came onto the bed.  Danny flogged his dog and at the last minute had the youngster “go down on” Mitch’s prong.  Karen Tallwood got the task to lick Glorina’s cunt clean while Cheryl sucked Danny’s dick clean.
	When Kam finally made his return, Danny was deep into the young ass of Mitch Bilton, the boy on his back with Beth and Leah holding the he’s legs back.  Hanna and Karen were 69ing with Cole in the ass of Karen (who was on top) and Gavin in the pussy/mouth of Hanna.
	Kam was pleased.  He stripped off his clothes and joined in.

***
	
A fraction of my love
	It was three feet longer, three inches wider, three inches taller; had three hundred more horsepower, three solar panels on top, three more sleeping “beds”, and three hundred more pounds in overall weight.
	No, it wasn’t a tumor but another Mega RV.
	The RV was perfect and had been customized by a previous owner.  The customization came in the way of sleeping quarters and an extra bathroom.  Passed the galley and utility center was the spare bathroom, fully self-contained all-one-piece.  Passed the spare bathroom and before the main bedroom were three berth beds (like on a naval vessel) on each side of the center aisle.  The berth beds had a curtain for privacy, a portal window with privacy shutter, lighting and air/heat nozzles.
	The berth beds were super comfy with one mattress being that of super plush foam rubber.  Kam saw plenty potential in the beds, also the need for further customizing (for security’s sake.)
	Inasmuch as was Danny having a bit o’ fun, Kam had his, too.  The salesperson had been a little leery of Kam, a MAN, but as he showed genuine interest in the purchase of a mega RV, her defenses laxed and she was none the wiser.
	After the tour of the RV Kam got wood after, he “touched” the woman giving the tour.  He gave her no commands; “Walk forward, turn, stop.” as they were already in a secluded locale.  The woman was of a Japanese-American mix, early 30s, very trim, smart navy blue skirt, jacket, and fully busted.
	After “touching” the woman’s mind Kam moved her to the rear bedroom (again) and laid her out on the bed, opening her legs and taking a quick gander at her omanko (Japanese word for “pussy”).  It was just a quickie, Kam had things to do; so, the woman’s panties were worked down, her legs spread, and her omanko filled to capacity.  Her blouse was opened and breasts freed so as Kam could enjoy them, too.
	While he plowed the woman, he peeked out the drawn security cover of the window and took note of something peculiarly interesting.  He slowed his pace of lovemaking and concentrated on something particularly interesting.
	It was interesting on several counts.  Count One; female.  Count Two; Asian.  Count Three; female.  Count Four; young Asian adult.  Count Five; female, young, young adult, Asian, and being sneaky.	
	Sneaky?
	Ay, the target of interest was tall, but just under six foot.  Very slender, almost a Size One.  She had some titties, though, torpedo type 34Cs.  Creamy skin, silky raven coal black hair, shapely ass and she was in the quaint company of ANOTHER Asian!
	The OTHER Asian was a few cunt hairs shorter than the first, just as slender and slim, great ass, smaller titties, extremely friendly face.  Both Asians were being sneaky in that they peeked around various RVs, holding hands, giggling and carrying on like giddy school girls.
	Something was up.
	Kam finished his deed with the salesperson, gave her a good doinking and a generous amount of love cream, took a moment to rest and recover, then dressed himself and the woman and concluded normal business for the purchase of the RV.
	The saleswoman, Gloria Cho felt wuzzy, queasy, and was a little awed--between her legs.  Kam had to do a quick mind fix to have her accept the tingling feeling to her cunny.  He had used her own panties to wipe his dick and balls and to clean up her cummy cunt.  The panties he then tucked into his pocket…
	Gloria Cho was then awed by the Payoff of the RV.  Hardly anyone ever came to the RV lot and plunked down the full purchase price.  Most of the RVs on the lot where in the several hundreds of thousands of dollars in price.  The one Kam was interested in was no exception.  Of course, he would be trading in his own RV as well as Danny’s, that would help, some.  But still, there were mega thousands of dollars involved.
	Kam had a “business.”  for legal purposes he was a professional gambler as well as independent filmmaker.  He had lots of money readily available in three different banks, and with the making of a film now and then and spending some quality time at a major casino resort, IRS was somewhat satisfied with his out and out purchasing of major purchases.
	While Gloria Cho regained her composure, sexually and otherwise, and made good the paperwork and so forth and so forth, Kam scooted around the lot to relocate the two other Asians of interest.
	He found them, a half hour later.  WAAAAAAAY in the back of the lot, privately behind some used motor homes getting very “friendly” with one another.  Very friendly.  Hmmmm  Kam smiled, it was curiously interesting to say the least.

Monkey love
	It was relentless.  On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on.  And on and on and on and on and on and on and…
	Dirk the Giant slammed himself into his personal wench-bitch, Gertrude, relentlessly.  He smacked her ass and hips as he plowed her, gurgling and laughing boisterously as he did so.  It was all poor Gertrude could do to hang onto the bed as she was reamed.
	“Is that the only position they do?”
	“There are others?”
	Forrest smiled.  ‘Oh yeah!’
	Apparently, no one had seen Dirk boff Gertrude in any position but from the rear, her head down--ass up.  The few times Forrest had tempted fate and was actually IN the room where the giant stuffed his wench, Forrest saw only that the giant’s giant dick slammed into the giant’s giant wench’s giant asshole.
	When he came, and he came a lot, literally rivers of hot spunk spewed out of the giant woman’s corn hole.  She often remained in the same doggie style position for several minutes while her asshole expelled the goo that had filled it and her hole returned to a normal size.
	“It’s called “doing the doggie.” Forrest explained, Doggie Style, Hump the Skunk, Twirl the Whirl, Goose the Moose, and Doing the Monkey.
	Gwenolynn had never heard of such things.  Even basic lovemaking was somewhat elusive.  Natural instincts helped in the regards to doing the “horizontal bop”, but still--it was without passion or any emotions, just sneaking around in the dark with someone else who was horny and do it.
	None of the Little Folk who lived in the wall were very learned about that which was Sex.  Forrest took note that there were no children.  Forrest took it upon himself to TEACH the Folk in the Wall the gloriousness of sex.
	Not a bad job if you can get it.
	Of course, most of the males, especially those who disliked Forrest, did not appreciate him barging in, taking their women off to school them in such lessons.  Forrest didn’t care, but he was ever mindful that he still didn’t have his Mental Abilities.
	Missionary was not the only position taught to the women of the Wall, they also did the Reverse Missionary, Around the World, 69ing, and the ever popular, doggie style.  The gals were taught, too, how to masturbate--themselves as well as himself (and the Men of the Wall, too.)
	And for added thrills (for Forrest (and the Men of the Wall) Forrest taught the Women of the Wall the joys of same sex sex.  Women on women, various styles and positions.  Then, involving himself while the women 69ed.  This only segued to all out orgies…

	Orgy or not, Sakka still did not like Forrest.  
	One day, between orgies, Forrest was checking up on the Dirk the giant and his wench-bitch Gertrude when Sakka confronted him.  No, it was more like snuck up behind him trying to push him out the crack in the wall.  Luckily for Forrest, love interest Gwenolynn was there to warn him.
	Forrest ducked, rolled, and tripped Sakka.
	Sakka stumbled, cussed, hit the wall and bounced out the crack in the wall.  Forrest stood, adjusted himself, wiped his hands together and was done with it.
	However, Gwen rushed to the crack in the wall looking out.  Sakka had incredible luck--sort of.  He had fallen almost fifty feet--into Dog’s drinking bowl.  The Little Folk was stunned and swam about madly and would have drowned--had it not been for the giant, Dirk.
	Dirk plucked the small human and plunked him into his shirt pocket.
	Gwenolynn fretted, “We’ve got to save him.”
	Forrest looked to her as if she had lost her ever loving mind.

*
	To say that making the rescue of Sakka was easy was like saying;
	“Naw, I wont cum in your mouth.”
	“Check is in the mail.”
	“The dog did it.”
	“Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear”
	“Your mother-in-law loves you.”
	and dozens of other quaint sayings like that there.  The giant had a pantry (dungeon) with dozens of cages, bird cages and small animal critter cages.  Hundreds of humans were in the cages, they had bedding in the way of straw/hay and bits of cloth and were actually fed--fed so as to be not so puny when Giant Dirk took them for his meal.
	The thing with the pantry was, it had been boarded, paneling had been installed all around, thusly blocking the nooks and crevices that had once allowed access from those who dwelled within the wall.  Those-who-dwelled-within-the-wall lacked the proper skills or tools to get thru the thick wood layers.  No access, either, from the floor or ceiling.  There was, however, a drain in the floor.

**

	With nightfall there was the darkness.  Dirk the Giant once more put it to his wench-bitch, schlepping his salami as hard as he might all the while he beat her.  Getting to the drain in the paneled pantry was actually the easy part.  The drain was an open hole.  Forrest doubted the drain was normally plumbed, having a “trap” to prevent sewer gases from coming into the room.
	There WAS a considerable amount of “funk” stemming from the hole in the access drain outside the wall of the manor; but it was thought a direct connection to the sewer drain to the pantry.  No amount of pinching the nose and mouth helped as the foul odor permeated the eyes and very skin, too.  It was most unpleasant.
	With no light source, dropping into an abyss wasn’t a good idea.  (nor was lighting up a light source unless one become a “crispy critter.”)
	He didn’t know exactly what he was going to do once he got into the locked pantry.  Scrambling up to the shelves, opening the cages, and shuttling all the humans into the drain?  There was little time to think or contemplate--the giant would be “grinding” up some of the captives come the morning and it just wouldn’t do to have Sakka grinded up.  
	Many of the In the Wall Folk had friends and relatives in the cages.  They chose to forget most of them once they were “gone” and in the company of the giant--they were lost forever and it was best just to move on.  
	There was, of course, another option.  Run like hell!
	Yoshi helped lower Forrest down the access drain to the parallel drain.  When he was half way down, the rope SNAPPED! or had help.  Forrest suspected the latter as Yoshi, too, was one of the Little Folk who did not like Forrest.
	Ker-Splash!
	Madly he scrambled about to keep from drowning the lifeless stream of sewer gunk.  It was most unpleasant.  The rope sought to bind him and drown him, too.  Luckily, however, Forrest found he could get a grip on the sewer sides, they were earthen and not stone.
	There was considerable amount of “retching” going on as the sewer contents had invaded his body.  He made a mental note to wrap Yoshi in rope and troll him in the sewer later.
	Later.  Forrest had just about had it with the Little Folk of the Wall.
	When he had recovered his drenched senses, he looked up to see eye-to-eye with a rat.
	A rat!
	A rat you say?
	Yep.  A rat.

	There were more than ONE rat.  There always are.  Slowly the red beady eyes of the underground scurriers became apparent.  ‘out of the frying pan…’  Forrest wiped the sewer goo from his face and squinted.  The rats slowly advanced and not a weapon one did Forrest have.  He doubled up his fists and prepared to duke it out with them.
	Suddenly, from behind him being sneaky, he was hoisted up in a sort of mosh pit thing (a person at a rock/grunge/punk concert is lifted up and moved above the crowd using only the crowd’s hands.)  Forrest was carried aloft down the sewer to unknown passageways.
	Hundreds of rats.  Hundreds.
	Possibly thousands.
	A fleeting thought Forrest had, if he had control over them, he’d sent the whole lot of them to descend upon the manor--the giant, his fucking dog, and the Little Folk of the Wall.  And he’d have them bring him Gwenolynn, he gave less a shit about what happened to the others.
	Down-down-down into the ground, deep under the manor Forrest guessed to a huge subterranean lair.  His eyes needed time to adjust to the extreme low light but eventually it did and in the subterranean cave there was natural light from unknown sources.
	And there were a LOT of rats.
	A sea of rats there were, there indeed were THOUSANDS.
	The rats supporting Forrest carried him into the “sea” and up to what appeared to be a “throne.”  the light was better here, Forrest still needed some time to adjust eyes.  Then his memory needed a jolt.
	On the natural rock throne was…
	Was…
	A human.
	A small human.
	A familiar human.
	Austin.

*

A little oops in your daisy
	It happened quickly, too quickly to actually react until the deed was in mid hump.  At the woodshed where Elizabeth and the other Dalton girls got their ass busted for some infraction--Austin was pressed against a pile of stacked wood and his pants wrenched down.  Several hard--very hard smacks adorned his soft ass, it had just healed from the encounter with the bear--all of his body had just healed.
	Daddy Dalton was none-too-pleased with Austin having his way with Elizabeth--he was in a rant.  He didn’t know if whether or not the newcomer had boffed the others, but he had walked right in at the critical moment as Elizabeth downed Austin’s schlong, cum spewing out of his piss slit.
	The other girls and Austin thought he saw Olivia Dalton there, too, came to his defense, but they were yelled at and the bare ass beating continued.
	At the end of the rash beating, the fucking.
	Up the ass.
	Where else!?
	At first Austin didn’t know it, that he was being sodomized; the searing pain to his ass overwhelmed all other senses.  Then, as the wood stack began to bite into his chest, he felt the probe of a dong in his asshole.  Daddy Dalton was a healthy robust man who outweighed young thirteen year old Austin by a great deal.  Not so much as “mass” per se, but strength.
	All Austin could do was cling to the wood pile and endure.
	The endurance was several minutes long, Austin had “wood” and thought of Elizabeth sucking his dick; Mary Ellen with her panties at her knees fingering herself while Erin sat on her face.
	He thought of Olivia, too--in the kitchen, her panties at her ankles, dress up over her waist, cheeks spread and graciously “receiving” Austin’s cock.
	Daddy Dalton plowed Austin’s rectum relentlessly, hands gripping the boy’s hips and plowing as deep as he possibly could go.  Austin tried to fondle his prick but it was smashed up against the wood, his balls were getting smashed, too.
	The ordeal ended with Daddy Dalton unleashing a tremendous amount of jiz up Austin’s corn chute.  Several very hard “pumps” there were, a strain, then a few vigorous pumps to fully unload, release, and etc.  Thereafter the man pulled free.  Austin felt steam escaping from his shit tube, his hole would hurt for days.
	“Git yer ass outta here!” Daddy Dalton seethed to Austin.
	Austin wasted no time in gathering up his clothes and hightailing it out of the area.  Just the clothes on his back, which weren’t his but hand-me-downs from someone else.  He had no money, no shoes, no food or water.  What he had was an asshole tract full of man cum.

	The device, amulet thingy attached to his chest was still there.  Did it still work?  He had no one handy to try it out on, but he knew where to catch someone off guard.  A mile and a half from the Dalton home was a little country general store.  There was a small garage and service station there, too.  There were some cabins and a nearby lake.  The Daltons and the proprietor of the general store were more than mountain home neighbors, they were cousins.
	Cora Godbey was a staunch woman, refined, and an alcoholic.  She was the second cousin to the Daltons, on Olivia’s side.  Her husband was a 3rd cousin on Daddy Dalton’s side.   Hmmmm  mountain living!
	The Godbey’s had one child, Amy, Elizabeth’s best friend.  Austin had already had his way with her, several times.  She was a good cocksucker and he loved watching remove her clothes.  He also loved watching her pee while standing up.  And when Amy and Elizabeth 69ed, Austin was in pure bliss.
	Austin formulated a slight plan, the Dalton’s didn’t have a phone, so they wouldn’t know Austin had been booted out of the house.  Austin planned on going into the general store and making purchases for the Daltons and to put the purchases on the Daltons “credit.” 
	Sounded like a plan.
	Plans change.
	Both of the family Godbey cars were gone and the store was locked up.  In the mountain community it was commonplace for proprietors to lock up in the lazy part of the afternoon and play hooky; fish, fuck, frolic, fart around, or go conduct business elsewhere.
	On Austin’s visit it was one such day.
	Funny thing about mountain folk, they would (sometimes) lock the front door--but leave the BACK door totally unlocked.  Totally!  Austin entered in and began to help himself; apples, oranges, and general foodstuffs.  Then a backpack to carry it all.  Nothing too heavy but a few tins of canned meat.  there was an old fashioned soda machine and Austin helped himself there, too--using the money that was in the till.  Then he took some “extra” money from the till, too.
	Shoes, socks, pants, and a jacket.
	Fishing pole and the stuff that went with it.
	No guns, though.
	After securing a backpack full of ill-gotten goods, Austin made for Splitsville.  He kinda would have likened to have had a chance at Cora, she was uppity, a little snooty, and he just wanted to fuck her--just because.
	After leaving the store he ventured down the barely two-lane dirt road that wound through the mountains.  He still didn’t know exactly where the hell he was; what mountains, what state, what year; not that it really mattered much but it was just something that he wanted to know.
	Presently after making a long sweeping turn he came upon two vehicles.  One was disabled, flat tire.  Two peoples there were, a young teenage boy and a woman, Cora Godbey.
	The teenage boy Austin knew, sort of--he was a helper to Daddy Dalton at the sawmill, he lived with three other brothers and their single mother a little ways up from the Dalton place.  James Robert was his name and he was about sixteen.  He was smartly dressed in a 1930s faded plaid jacket, sharp haircut, and baggy tweed pants.  He was a dorky--goofy kid, his mind and eye always in the clouds as he yearned to be an aviator.
	Cora stood back by the road’s edge against the thick of the forest, she seemed nervous somewhat, arms folded across her chest, shifting her weight.  Cora was a TALL woman, six foot and a couple of inches.  She was incredibly slender, too.  
	Austin kept out of sight but slinked along--using tricks learned from missing/lost pal, Forrest.  James Robert removed the flat tire of a 1938 Packard, his own wheels was a combination of several vintages of earlier years.
	A conversation there was between the two, it took a while for Austin to get it but the gist seemed to be of a slight rift between the two--Cora was a family friend of the family and had apparently overstepped her bounds, butting in--as was usual for Cora Godbey to do.  
	What exactly the rift was Austin wasn’t sure, but it included his Pa, too.  Cora tried to make amends, but it was clear that James Robert was still a little pissed about the situation.  There was more convo about James Robert’s desire to be a flyboy, to go to some school to train.  But he was not yet seventeen, a requirement of the flying school and needed his parents’ permission.  James Robert’s Pa wanted him to work and not be foolish with a dream.  Cora Godbey’s butting in in support of James Robert’s decision only made things worse and there was something of a terrible argument followed by the Pa getting very pissed and signing off on the paperwork for his son and cussing him out, tossing him out of the house…
	Cora chastised young James Robert, explaining that he should apologize to his Pa, 
	“You should apologize, James Robert--”
	“Why don’t you mind your own business?” bitched back James Robert as he manhandled the flat tire and worked the spare out of the trunk.
	“I was only trying to help--”
	“Fuck you!” almost exploded James Robert.
	“Well!” exclaimed back Cora.
	James Robert then lashed into the woman about ALL the times she butted into to other peoples affairs and problems.  
	“But when my family, the Daltons, the Winebacks, Reverend Correl tried to help YOU with your boozing, you threw a fit!”
	Hmmmm the plot thickens
	Cora was into a near rage and shoved James Robert from the boot of the car, “Never you mind, then, James Robert,” she said in an aggravated huff, “you can piss off for all I care!”  she then attempted herself to manhandle the dirty spare tire out of the deep trunk (boot) of the Packard.  James Robert once more tried to help but was shoved.
	One shove too many.
	Right before Austin’s eyes did James Robert come up with the tire iron.  And he let Cora Godbey have it--right behind the head.
	She twitched all over and James Robert gave her the 4-lug wrench again.  And again.  And again.
	She finally toppled over, eyes bulging, a bloody mass at the back of her head.  James Robert stood heaving and staring at her.  She still twitched…
	The mountain boy dragged the 6-foot two-inch tall woman into the woods about twenty feet.  The woods were thick, very thick.  He then raced back to the car and looked about, the lug wrench/tire iron he tossed into his own car, then he scuffed the road up where they had been standing and messed up the area where he had dragged Cora thru into the woods.
	He then ran to his own car and jumped in it.
	Then he just sat there.
	Austin was about to move but then the teenager jumped out and ran back into the woods.  Austin followed being ever the stealthy one.  He came upon James Robert, his pants and underwear at his ankles; Cora’s clothing all askew, her panties off, legs open, dress ripped up, breasts bare to the world.  Austin didn’t know what to do or think.  He didn’t think barging in on the boy would be a good idea.  He waited--and watched as James Robert fucked the delirious woman.  She was still alive, but had major brain damage.  Major.
	James Robert plowed and plowed until he finally came.  Austin didn’t believe it was the boy’s first time fucking, but he almost acted like it.  He pumped vigorously until fully spent and then he lay on the woman.  Slowly he pawed the bare breasts, sucked on them, then glided his cock up and down the very womanly cunt before pulling up his clothes and fleeing.
	Austin held firm his position.
	James Robert fired up his car and zoomed off.

	Small little breathes the woman let out, her eyes of dark brown peered into Austin’s soul.  He didn’t like it.  He didn’t like sloppy seconds, either.  Mr. Godbey musta been tagging the woman on a daily basis.  But Austin nailed her, emptied a healthy wad of splooge in her well fucked cunny then slid himself up to straddle her chest.  Cora’s 36Cs folded nicely over his aching cock.  He still thought of the Dalton girls AND their mother.  
	SO much so was he thinking of the Dalton girls AND their mother that he failed to hear another vehicle.  
	Up against Cora’s mouth he was putting his cum squirter when he heard a voice from behind him--followed by a click.
	“Hands in the air!  Get off her!”
	Sheriff Emmet Kridge--a short beer bellied man toting a long rifle.
Finale
	Into the Abyss
	He wanted to know if the amulet permanently glued to his chest work still worked.	  It did.  While standing up from Cora Godbey, Austin brushed his fingers against the raised runes of the icon.
	‘Put the weapon down.’ he conveyed to the sheriff.
	To Austin’s relief, the man did.
	Austin then slowly pulled his clothes on, then had a very devilish thought…

*

	He knew what it was as soon as he saw it.  It took a little doing to get to but after an hour of arduous climbing he managed.  After standing a moment or two before the pulsing green vortex, he stepped thru.  Life in the mountain world was getting hectic and out of hand.  He had had the sheriff strip off his clothes and “mount” the dying Cora Godbey.  Then Austin made haste and continued his pursuit of Splitsville.