August Moone Sagas
Book 6
Journeying
Chapter 38!
I Did Not Know It Could Go This Far

Beavers and Rams
	With the hot sun cooking the area to a rolling boil, Jay scrambled up the hot fucking side of the hot fucking hill, cussing all the way.  He had to get dressed in hot fucking clothes and wished he had some gloves to protect his hot fucking hands.  It was hot!
	Finally at the top of the hot fucking hill there was the connecting road up from below that entered into the secluded rugged remote campsite.  The ranger truck was park at the side, a rock chocking the rear wheels.  The radio was on but nothing but static.  Jay had no idea if Sharon had “gotten a signal” out or not.  There were power lines and great distances to anything where they were at.
	There were a few items worthy of taking; the fire extinguisher, the emergency knapsack containing lots of goodies (to eat, drink and keep warm), and the rifle.  The rifle was locked up and Jay had no key, the key would be on one of the rangers at the campsite.
	Using his knife, though, Jay slit the wires to the radio.
	He punctured the tires of the truck, too.
	The key in the ignition he took (and later dropped them in the outhouse behind the cabin—it was also where he dropped the body of Ranger Shaun MaCasum.)
	Back at the campsite, Jay watered and fed his crew, then spent some time with Ranger Sharon Haggs.  

	Ranger Sharon Haggs had no wedding ring, but two rings which were merely cosmetic.  No tattoos, no hideous moles or scars save for one scar on her knee.  She wasn’t a raving beauty, dainty earrings, dark roots, short blond hair, 32B titties.
	She wore powder blue bikini panties with a tampon stuffed up her flue.  Jay didn’t mind, it was a little gross (to some) but Jay didn’t mind.  Her bung hole was a nice shade of “brown”, too.

	Once naked, Jay lay his pipe between the lovely 32B titties and gave the distraught woman a lovely titty fuck.  He squirted a huge gob of his liquid love onto her face; then made her suck his cum squirter until he needed a rest.
	The boning of Wendy Kane would just have to wait.
	The boning of Sharon Haggs had just begun!

	She wasn’t a virgin, but she was in her early thirties.  Jay tongued out her cunt until it began to shiver and quiver.  There was the bloody issue of her monthly “visitor” issue, but Jay didn’t care about it, he nipped the clit and tantalized the woman’s cunny all the same.
	His cock refused, though, to get hard enough for fucking.  So he enlisted young eleven year old David James to do the boffing.  The boy was much more aware than he had been before, possibly due to the counter-acting minding device the rangers had.  All law enforcement folks were equipping themselves with devices that counter acted the mind altering devices everyone else had.  When the rangers (Sharon and Shaun) had come onto the campsite scene, they didn’t know who was who or what exactly was going on.  They had no idea if it was a family gangbang or someone utilizing mind control.
	As David James pumped into the semi snug cunny of Sharon, Jay caressed the boy’s ass.  DJ was very aware—but powerless to do anything but what was commanded of him.  Sister Kami sat nearby with her mouth open wide watching in awe.  Their mother was mindless.  It had all been too much for her and she was no longer aware of anything.
	Jay stood and while David James continued screwing Sharon, Jay stood before Kami.  He caressed the red head’s head, then slid into her mouth his cock.  ‘Suck me.’ he commanded.
	“Leave her alone!” exclaimed harshly her brother.
	“Keep fucking!” Jay returned, he intensified the Device and David James intensified his fucking.
	Kami thrashed her arms about, wailed and sobbed.  She still sucked, though.  Jay rocked back and forth, pulling his prick out and humping the eight year old’s face until he was as rock hard as he was going to get.  As DJ continued his fucking of the ranger woman, Jay laid Kami out on the warm sand and eased himself back into her pussy.
	David James was enraged but he still could not shake loose the “command”.  Kami flailed about helplessly, sobbing and wailing all the while.  Jay entered the young girl and boned her hard for several minutes.

	David James and Jay finished their fucking at about the same time.  Jay let his defenses down, but he didn’t have much of a choice—partly due to the righteous shagging he had done to the young girl, Kami, and partly be his own fault.
	David James, though, strength wise spent, dashed up and charged their tormentor.  He barreled into Jay and though merely eleven years young, scrawny, etc., Jay had his hands full with the youth.  Kami sat up and screamed in a way of encouraging her brother.
	Jay finally managed to thwart the boy’s attempts at retribution and kneed the youth in the chest, then the face.  Slamming the boy down onto the quickly burning sand Jay kicked the boy senseless.
	When David James lay heaving in a fetal position, Jay stepped into the shade at the picnic table to recover.  Kami hadn’t moved, she had merely sat up, clenching herself, sniveling.  Her brother remained curled up tight, blood coating his nose and lips.  
	‘Kill him!’
	Jay closed his eyes tight.  Darkness swallowed him, like Kami, he clenched himself tight as he huddled in the closet under his clothes.
	“Where you at, boy!” shouted his father.  The big man’s steps stomped on the weak boards of the floor.  Jay was startled suddenly when the slap of the belt struck the bed, “You best come out from wherever the hell you hidin’!”
	Jay remained clutched tight in the dark corner of his closet.
	“You don’t come out, boy, I’m gonna rip the hide off you!”
	Jay gulped and squeezed his body all the tighter.
	“Kill him!” the voices spoke.  “Kill him, kill them all!”
	“I-I don’t know how.” trembled Jay.
	“We’ll show you the way.”
	“Ok.”

*

	The VW micro bus rattled along, squeaked, and jostled along the so-so narrow desert road.  Jay had decided to take the high road out of the campsite, then take another fire road that eventually emptied into the desert valley.  It was hot.  Freaking hot.  
	At where the road dipped down to cross a dry wash, Jay turned to head toward the highway a few miles south.  He had to gun the German engine to keep the micro bus from bottoming out and/or getting stuck.

	At the bridge where the highway crossed over, Jay shot up the embankment, the front wheels got a little airborne and seriously shook up the interior of the bus.
	Once settled and the dust cleared enough so as he could see clearly, Jay merged onto the highway and head for home.  Behind him Wendy sat up in the middle seat.  Her hands were bound behind her, her feet bound, too—a precautionary move on Jay’s part.  He had her mind but still…
	It was a long ride back to town, he struggled to keep his mind empty—of whimsy or anything else.  The radio didn’t help; music had been pushed aside to bring the latest news.  Jay cruised on in some silence (in his mind.)  ‘What a day.’  What a day indeed.

	A horn behind him blared bringing him out of a dull sense of being.  Jay moved thru the intersection, the impatient driver behind zoomed around, blared his horn again as well as the infamous One-Finger-Salute.  Jay passed him on and moved thru his town making for his apartment.  Finally!
	A bath, his bed, and some righteous weed—that was what he wanted.
	He needed to get back to work, to be busy, to put the Minding Device and demons at rest.  He understood why the minding devices were so illegal, the could destroy the world and the very way of life of every living being.  And the device Jay had was without so many frills, it was considered low key!
	But the rangers, the rangers had a device that could counter act the actions of a working illegal device.  There were other counter devices that could detect working devices as well as non-working devices.
	The rangers.
	The rangers and Dennerals.
	The brakes of the VW bus squealed to a stop at the stop light.  National Guard vehicles crossed before him, a limo followed.  Two teenage girls in the company of three teenage boys crossed by in the crosswalk.  One of the boys had some sort of electronic headgear with a hand held display gadget.  As he passed by Jay’s ride, the boy about 17 or so turned to give Jay a long stare.  
	The light went GREEN and Jay moved on thru the intersection.
	Pulling into his apartment complex’s private parking lot area and to his spot, Jay sighed.  Gripping the wheel he sat still for a moment.  Hot air there was drifting thru the open windows, hot air there had been at the campsite…

*

	He had cut his hand on the assembly of the toilet.  It wasn’t bad but it wasn’t good, either.  Ranger Shaun already took up a lot of space in the outhouse shitter; the “contents” of the toilet pit was mostly petrified and not overly offensive as the remote campsite didn’t get a lot of visitors.  
	Stuffing the body of David James in alongside the ranger was a bitch.  Jay had to disassemble the whole toilet.  Jay figured it would be some time before anyone took a crap in the outhouse or even checked it when searching for the missing rangers.
	That left Michelle Denneral and her daughter, Kami, along with Ranger Sharon Haggs.  Jay was fucked out.  He was hot, tired, and very grimy.  His naked body hurt all over from the attack and his mind still wasn’t right from the counter acting device-device from the rangers.
	‘No witnesses.’
	“Yeah-yeah-yeah.” Jay cocked his head and then the .38 side-arm.
	As she sat on her hands and knees, Jay poked her asshole, stuffing it as hard and as fast as he could.  ‘A shame, though…’ he thought.
	‘NO!’ shouted the voices—‘She’ll take away your freedom!’
	‘She’ll put you in a dark hole.’
	‘You’ll be alone.’
	‘You’re father will come, with his belt.’
	‘You’ll be alone.’
	‘In the dark.’
	After drenching the woman’s hole with his love cream, Jay stuffed into her rim the barrel of the thirty-eight.  He pushed it in as far as possible then pulled the trigger.
	The muzzle blast was muffled as the expelling gas from the shell was snuffed by the asshole cavity.  (same principal applies when using a 1-2 liter soda bottle…)
	The body of Sharon twitched, flinched, convulsed and fell away.  Jay gave the lifeless form a gentle shove over the edge of the campsite area down a barren rocky hillside that steeply went down some three hundred feet—choked full of blistering hot rocks and boulders, cactus of various types and sizes, and the scorched sand itself.
	Squatting before Michelle he eyed the mindless woman.  Daughter Kami lay whimpering quietly nearby.  He stared at the mother for a long while, his bowels emptied as he was in a “squatting” position and gravity naturally took over.

	‘No witnesses!’
	‘The dark!  The dark!  Remember the dark!’
	Jay dragged Michelle to the picnic table, placed her on it, then fucked her.  Quick and hard and powerful.  His cock really wasn’t in it but he forced it.  When he had given his all and then some he pushed into her womb the thirty-eight…

	“You see the highway from here?”
	“Yes.”
	“Stay here until dark, the sand will be cooler.  The go to the highway.”
	The Voices of the Demons roared in his mind, Jay popped his neck, farted, then squeezed his bare naked balls TIGHT.  The pain superceded the demons and they were quelled.  Kami Elizabeth “Lizzy” Denneral scampered out of the bus and hunkered down under a jutting boulder.  Darkness would come in an hour.  The sand would still be hot and the heat from the highway would be hotter, but someone would be by, someone would stop for a young naked eight year old girl…
	Surely!

**

	As much as he knew the backstreets of his town; Jay, too, knew the “backways” of his apartment complex.  The complex was complex and seemed to have no real rhyme or reasoning to its layout.  The complex was a series of buildings—some were single story while others were two and three stories!  They were set in a “forest” setting, bushes lining the sides with privacy fences and refreshing pools.  The buildings were set at odd angles but if one were looking from a bird’s point of view, all the buildings actually formulated a sort of pentagon shape looking inward to a central park-like area.  Sorta-kinda.
	Jay made his way along the dark areas, escorting Wendy.  He had dressed her as well as himself and took great precautions about being “unseen”.
	At the backdoor to his apartment he whisked the mind-stunned Wendy inside and fell against the door.  Home.  He was finally fucking home.  He was oh so tired—and shagged out.  What a day.

	He made a quick security check, noted that on his answering machine there were as many as 99 messages.  He would get to them later.  He striped to the skin again, stripped Wendy (again) and placed them both into the bathtub for a long-long soak.
	Wendy stared at him forcing Jay to turn her around.  Her mind was not “gone”, not like Michelle Denneral’s, she was there and was trying to make sense of her “new world.”  Jay didn’t know how to fix her but hoped that with some delicate time, she would be resolved.
	As he took the washcloth to her backside, Jay casually wondered—
	“Can I keep her?”
	Could he keep her!?  Was he serious!?
	She was ten.  What was he thinking?  There were complications about “suddenly” having a young girl in his keeping.  If she were seen outside the apartment there would be questions.  He would have to change her appearance so as she would not be readily recognized.  He could possibly pass her off as a visiting cousin or something, a niece.
	School?  Socializing?  Allowing her freedom?
	Details.  Pesky details.  He didn’t think he could really keep her.  He figured he would keep her “awhile.”  Fuck her brains out, fill her three holes until he grew tired of her—replacing her with another.
	But…
	She touched him.
	Not physically—not on her own, but the other kind of touch.  He wanted her.  More than for sexual desire.  He guessed it was something akin to wanting a child.  He sort of regarded her, though, as a sister.  
	Someone to love.  Someone to love and to be loved by that someone.
	That was what he wanted.  Love.  Unconditional—whatever the hell that meant.  But it was a yearning.  An unfulfilled yearning.
	Suddenly the girl turned, slowly.
	“I gotta potty.” she said in a low squeaky kid-like voice.
	“Gotta pee or poop?” Jay asked.
	“Pee.”
	Jay smiled and stood her up.  Bringing her a step closer to him he got the child to pee on him.  Jay caressed her ass as she relieved herself.  Her urine spray splashed onto his face and chest.  Jay kissed her belly, belly button, then turned her around—bent her over and kissed her bung hole.

	99 messages.
	10 were from friend Jessie.
	25 were from work.
	Another 25 were from various work associates and friends.
	12 were from bill collectors with four of those the same collector…
	3 were wrong numbers.
	4 were from telemarketers.
	Five were from his “other” workplace, the former Duke’s.
	Two were from the Duke himself—which spooked Jay fiercely.  Of course, he had to realize that the Duke had called PRIOR to all that had happened…
	Wendy was crashed out in his bed, naked.  Jay’s cock was tired, shagged out and then some.  His mind was in overload.  After clearing the messages he dialed Jessie.
	(Oh, the remaining 13 messages?  3 were crank calls, the rest were from “associates” of the Duke’s; making polite inquiries about the Duke’s whereabouts.)

	Jessie was horny.
	Horn-ee-er.
	Horny.
	She was a little miffed about his “missing in action” but glad that he was okay and back from “wherever.”  Jay didn’t explain—he didn’t have time to, Jessie “jumped his bones” almost immediately and they “got it on” right in Jay’s living room.
	Jessie was horny.
	After draining Jay’s schlong in her cunny, Jessie scooted up his body and toyed with his nipples.  ‘Why do men have nipples anyways?’  her drenched cunt pulsed against his body while she tweaked his useless nips, then she scooted up and planted her sex onto his face.
	Jay noshed.  Her pussy was musty and he ate her until she quashed his face with her liquid love.  Her loving had just begun, Jay was ready for bed.  His “few days” outing had done him in, he needed a vacation.  Jessie rolled over and began sucking on his cum squirter.  Jay caressed her ass and spanked it—Jessie liked being spanked AND she liked spanking.
	Jessie was sorta-kinda into that sort of thing, too.  Sorta-kinda.
	Jessie’s cunt quivered, Jay’s cock was tantalized by the young woman’s doings—she had a unique ability of “bringing back the dead”, despite Jay’s shagged out schlong, Jessie worked it back to life and sucked the life out of it!

	Jessie was horny.
	Jessie’s cunt quivered on his face, Jay nipped the lips and clit, smacked the flesh and really wished he could go to sleep.  Jessie sat up wriggling her dainty ass onto his face.
	Then she farted.
	Jessie giggled and Jay drove his tongue into her pooter.
	Jessie farted again.
	Jay semi roughly wrestled the 24 yr old to the sofa, pinned her and began walloping her bare ass with his bare hand as hard as he possibly could.  Jessie struggled some, wrenched her body to and fro, arched her back and indeed felt the stings of her beating.
	Just the way she liked it.
	Sometimes Jay got carried away and really walloped her butt, those times Jessie saw in Jay something more than sexual beating—he was different during those times—angry.  More than angry, it was more, something more.  Jessie never brought up in conversation about it and neither did Jay.
	At times Jessie was almost brought to tears and screams as Jay laid into her ass.  He never really hurt her but the stings from his rant often remained far longer than usual.  She guessed that it was pent up rage, from childhood.
	Good guess!
	After the intense spanking, Jay’s hand was worn thin.  Jessie’s ass, too!  Jay sat back panting.  He was going to switch sides and use his other hand but his Ass got up and left—making for the hall bathroom.
	Jay sat reeling, his right hand really stung.  The event helped his mind, it had been clouded with the horrors of recent events.  He needed a change.  Something different.  He needed a vacation.
	Jessie appeared at the entrance to the living room, smiling.  She pointed a finger at him and curled repeatedly indicating that she wanted him.
	Jessie was horny.
	Jay hesitated slightly before moving.  Another soak in the tub, then about a week’s worth of sleep ought to do him right.  He followed Jessie down the short hall.  She stopped where the hall bathroom was and the open door to his bedroom.
	On his bed was the naked ten year old Wendy.
	Oops.
	“Uh, I can explain.” said a suddenly nervous Jay.
	“I’m sure you can,” giggled Jessie, “I can’t wait to hear it.”

Nice ass
	“Nice ass.”
	Jay smiled and was somewhat embarrassed.  Jessie continued to caress the young girl’s bottom.  Jay’s cum squirter was hard (again) an lightly humped up against Wendy’s hip.  Jessie glided her finger down between the girl’s cheeks, touching and probing the girl’s funk hole.
	Jessie looked to him, “Have you…?”
	Jay blushed and shook his head, No.
	Jessie was shocked at this.
	“I-I kinda wanted her to be broken in,”
	“Broken in?”
	“Yeah, PJ--”
	“Ohhhhh.” Jessie understood.  She rolled the youngster over, she was awake and mildly aware of the situation.  Jessie opened the girl’s legs and gingerly examined her poon—her unfucked poon.  Jay’s cock was squirting out a bit of his love cream as he continued to grind.  Jessie went down and lapped up the spillage, then danced her tongue about his prong.  She then began lapping her tongue to Wendy’s cunt.
	Jay was pleased with that.  But he had seen her and her niece, Nellie, tonguing one another.  But Wendy wasn’t her niece. 
	As Jessie continued tonguing Wendy’s sweet unfucked snatch, Jay felt more relieved—more relaxed.  Jessie seemed cool about the girl, she knew Jay had no kin and that Wendy was most likely acquired—somehow.
	Wendy automatically opened her legs, she no longer wept or carried on in any way.  Jay held a leg back and Jessie “got after it.”  It only helped enthuse Jay and he pressed his cock harder against Wendy’s body to the point whereas Jessie took holt of Jay’s throbbing boner and helped “get it off”.
	The head of Jay’s dong went against the delicate mound of Wendy’s twat.  Jessie sucked on the shaft and Jay humped until he began to cum.  Jessie lapped up most of the spilled goo—she didn’t swallow it but anointed all of Wendy’s cunt with it.  
	Jay lay on his backside somewhat exhausted.  The desire to just jump Wendy’s body was enormous.  
	“You want me to get PJ here now?” Jessie asked.
	Jay massaged his cock and shrugged, “I-I guess so.”
	Jessie ran her hands over Wendy’s young body then grabbed up the phone by the bed.

*

	Sitting on the edge of the bed watching the “action”, Jay was overjoyed.  His cock was thrilled; it nestled nicely up against Nellie’s young body, poking both her pussy and asshole as well as just simply grinding against the nine year old’s cunt.
	The bed jostled.  Wendy thrashed about some, some, but otherwise lay still accepting her fate.  On top of her, Jessie’s nephew happily “broke-in” the new girl.  Both Jay and Jessie caressed the boy’s ass as he pumped.  Jay’s cock grew stiffer and stiffer, part of it was up into Nellie’s pussy.
	Despite his young age, young Paul James was capable of cumming.
	And he did.  A great gusher load of hot spunk.  He was a quick cummer, pumping furiously while at the apex of his orgasm then pulling out to hump against the pussy until the good feeling subsided.
	When the boy finally sat up Jessie had a rag to clean him and Wendy’s broken-in poon.  The boy turned grinning big to Jay.  “She’s ready.”
	Jay figured she (Wendy) actually needed at least one more fuck, he didn’t want to hurt the pretty girl that “touched” him, warmed him.  He wanted to fuck her and bugger her up the ass and shoot wads into her mouth, but he didn’t want to hurt her.
	He wanted to spank her, too.

	Wendy wrinkled her nose, she was sleepy, tired, and freshly fucked.  Jay lay on her, not directly but close, his manhood lay very nestled against her sex, his eyes drank her nude chest and sweet face.  The time was near—very near.
	Jay positioned himself onto Wendy…
	“Jay!  We gotta go, tornado’s coming our way!”
	Perfect.

Jessie had a spiffy early American muscle car, it was low to the ground, kinda fast, and a mother to negotiate crowded inner city streets.  Jay’s ride was a VW Bus and had lots of “desert” time.  It also had “room”.  Jay and Jessie hurriedly grabbed up a few things, allowing the rest of the panicky complex residents flee and get the hell out of the way.
	Then it was “load up the kids” and scram.  Nellie and PJ’s folks worked on the FAR side of town.  Which was opposite of where Jay took the VW.

	For some strange fucked up reason,  Jay directed his VW away from the maddening crowd.  It was somewhat common sense as “going with the flow” was going nowhere.  The streets were jammed with hundreds—THOUSANDS of panicked city residents.  When they all jammed up on the only big highway out of town, they all came to a halt.
	‘cept Jay.
	The tornado was tearing up the real estate east of town.  It was a BIG one, class five.  It was also green.  That panicked the residents of the town even more.
	Then, there were the minotaurs.
	Yep, minotaurs.  Hordes of the bull-like critters had “suddenly” appeared and were only adding to the terror of the panicky town residents.  Jay struck off on some roads, alleyways, streets, and made for the desert—he knew it well—and the green tornado and minotaurs weren’t there!
	Just at the brim of darkness Jay sailed off into the desert—and a new world, a new life, a new beginning.

*

Unimaginable imagination imaged
	“Whattya think it was?”
	“I dunno, but it was fast.”
	Fast and bright.  And gone in a blink of an eye.  It was curious to be sure; like so many of the other “oddities” and peculiarities of living in the New World, it was “just one of those things.”  Like that shining light across the new river/sea, Forrest was still damned curious about it and some day, some day, he would discovery what it was.
	In the meantime, life in Peach Tree continued.

	Ted and Joe Sandyeyes had become the “scouts.”  Once a week they bundled up some supplies and struck off (with one of the desert town’s vehicles) to search the outer perimeters for lost newbies.  Melody and Brandy were still pegged by all the swinging schlongs of Peach Tree and both were once more pregnant.  Greg’s step-sister, Marsha, was also.
	So far, the ten year old girls despite ritualistic fuckings were not.  (but not from the lack of trying!)  Both Forrest and Austin loved young pussy.  Then again, so did Ted, Joe, Josh, and Greg!

	Ten year old Cindy and Libby liked OLDER cock, but they were still warm for their young counterparts.  Cindy and Jimmy were an item.  Libby and Sheen were as well.  Cindy still like cramming “objects” into Jimmy’s cornhole—and Jimmy let her.  Sheen and Libby were tight, freaky tight with Carl being a “third wheel” scrogging on Libby and occasionally Cindy, too.  (But Carl and Sheen often could be found getting jiggy with it to each other…)
	There, too, was Arnold and Juile.  They were “tight” with one another, with Julie having a desire to be pegged by Forrest and Austin on a fairly regular basis.  She also gave it up for the other swinging dicks of Peach Tree, but not as often as she did so for the afore mentioned Forrest and Austin.
	With brainiac Jimmy Newtron on board, the young genius inventor was a boon in putting electricity to all the buildings—as not all the buildings in Peach Tree had electrical power.  Young Jimmy helped create generators and made direct power couplings.  With Jimmy’s help, there was ICE CREAM and other cold chilly treats.  Jimmy spent a lot of time studying the strange alien generators in the underground power complex and in months time he had managed a basic understanding of the alien writings.  With that understanding, comprehending the books and alphabet was a cinch.  By the time Melody and Brandy’s children were pre-school age all the residents residing in Peach Tree could write and speak the new language. 	 
	Marsha.  Forrest liked Marsha.  A lot.  He liked them all, actually, and strove not to have “favorites.”  But he liked Marsha.  And Marsha knew it.  Forrest like Julie, too—and Melody, Cindy, Libby…   But Marsha was cool and it was to her Forrest went to to discuss “female” problems, schooling, clothing, and sex.  Forrest didn’t actually discus “sex” problems with Marsha, but more that he HAD sex with Marsha more than any other girl he had sex with on a regular basis.
	When Forrest and Marsha had sex, it was practically an all-day affair.  Forrest was a morning person, he was up with the sun, sometimes before.  He would take a walk naked or partially about the town, going to the outer ends and scanning the desert that surrounded them.  Marsha often accompanied him and somewhere along the way at the drop of a hat they got into sex.
	Usually, though, they often made their way to the underground pool where they fucked in the changing room, bathroom, pool deck, and in the pool.  Even after Marsha began to “show”, Forrest still pegged her—and she didn’t mind.

	Ted had favorites; Melody was his number one—so he claimed.  He was relatively sure for certain that the child she had bore was his.  Ted was cool with it, and the three were a very happy family.  But unlike families in the Birth World, family life in the New World was different.  It WAS okay for the family members to engage in immoral acts with others of their community.  And both Ted and Melody did, including their son, Brandon!
	Ted’s cock favored other than Melody, Julie.  Julie was cool with the attention and didn’t mind the more than occasional boinking by the hard-up constantly horny Ted McGriffin.  He was gentle and usually just wanted to boff her snatch.  He also liked giving her a “pearl necklace”, humping on her chest until he squirted his liquid love onto her face and throat.
	Ted also favored Cindy and Libby, Marsha, and Brandy.  But then, so did everyone else—girls included!
	Ted wasn’t so much into same sex doinkings, but Forrest was and took pleasures on porking the teen boy at least once a week.  Ted didn’t overly mind, it just wasn’t his preference.  But he understood the concept—a hole was a hole was a hole to be fucked.  So other than stuffing the girls of Peach Tree, Ted got off into the holes of the boys of Peach Tree, too.
	Melody.  She enjoyed a good fuck as the next person, Forrest had completely eliminated her previous concerns; her previous moral fibers.  Melody had fully adopted the New Way of Life in Peach Tree, the New World.  It wasn’t so much as she LOVED Ted, but she was “compelled” to do so by Forrest’s mind tapping her to do so.  But like the rest of the residents of Peach Tree, she was a slut.  Joe, Josh, and Greg boned her most often—after Forrest of course.  She also took on the ten year old boys, spread her ass cheeks and was a prolific cock sucker of all.  
	With her son, Brandon, Forrest also helped her to be a little naughty with him, as well.  While the youngster suckled on Mel’s titties, she enjoyed it more than she should.  She also suckled on her son’s penis and with help from Forrest, Brandy, Ted, and others, helped position the young tot between her legs for a incestuous grinding and humping!
	Brandon was a few months younger than Brandy’s child, Brittany; regardless, the two toddlers were coaxed into humping against one another—inasmuch as everyone in Peach Tree humped against one another, too!
	But that was the way it was, the new life—the new WAY of life and no one seemed to mind.  If they did, they kept it to themselves—but, then again, Forrest would know if there was any regrets or indecision.  But there was no one like that.  The new way of life in the New World desert township of Peach Tree suited them all just nicely.

*

	The hot scorching sun was hot—and scorching!  No way was anyone traipsing across desert sand to the unseen town only seen at nighttime.  The pool of water hidden in the rock quarry was suitable—it was cool, refreshing, provided ample water and some nutrition.  John Kommer and his family along with Jay and Jessie and their family mingled and integrated nicely—they shared a common bond; they were ungodly naughty!
	Jay’s ride had given its all, but eventually had broken down—overheated, flat tires, too much dust choking the rear mounted-situated engine, and no roads.
	Stumbling onto the quarry didn’t happen the first night.  The first night Jay and Co. spent a hot wearisome night inside the dysfunctional micro bus.  They spent the day there, too as when the day came on strongly it was for certain they weren’t going no where.
	Jay feared that they would all die a certain painful death.  They had food and drink, but it wouldn’t last.  They had shelter—the inside of the VW but it was like an oven—but it was better than being out in the direct sunlight.
	When night came again, Jay managed to fire up the bus, the right front and left rear tires were flat but in the thick sand that was kinda alright—so long as the tire remained on the wheel.  It was slow going and the engine light “HOT” remained on, the blinking amber light of the “OIL” wasn’t good, either.
	Somewhere around mid morning (3AM) they jostled up to a small band of rocks and trees.  It was thankfully cool out, the sand was still a bit warm.  There were some odd looking cacti and misshapen trees, and some frightened misplaced-lost children…
	Naturally!

	Tommy, Charles, Phill & Lill,  Susan, and Angelica.
	All but Angelica and Susan were ten year old tots.  Angelica was twelve, but could pass for ten.  Susan was eleven and could pass for nine…  Tommy was the so-so leader of the group, although Angelica who was his cousin tried to assert herself as the boss.  Tommy and Angelica were cousins.  Phill and Lill were twins.  Charles, who most often went by “Chuckie” unless in trouble with his parents or teachers, was the whiner of the group—over cautious.  He also delved into being a bit of a rebel, dissen school to save ducks at a nearby pond, etc.

	Phil and Lil.  Phil was older by two minutes.  He was a bit bossy at times, but deeply cared for his sister—he couldn’t help it.  He and sister Lil got into some hellacious arguments—but always made up—usually by a food fight.  Lillian (full name) was beginning to admire fashions and sensible shoes.
	Susan was bounding to be a singer, she was black, had a voice, not much of a body, though.  She was sweet and usually the one to intervene when Angelica butted in to make life a bitch for her cousin and his “little friends.”
	Angelica.  In a word, Spoiled.  In another word, Rotten.  She usually got her way, usually.  When she didn’t, she threw a major fit and pouted until she DID get her way.  Trouble was, her parents let her get away with it.  She wasn’t too awfully bad, as she grew to so-so maturity she strove hard to “fit in” with the cool crowd, follow the latest trends, and be “popular.”
	They all were together, hailing from incredibly the same town as Jay and Co.  They were tired, hot, scared, and really-really confused.  Jay smiled when coming upon them, he had a way to lessen their confusion.

	“Is that a Device?” Jessie asked.
	Jay gulped, bit his lip and got very embarrassed.  With a shrug he nodded that it was so.
	“Cool.” Jessie said.
	Jay scoffed to himself, she was incredible.  Of course, she wasn’t a “saint” herself and if she could get her hands on a mind altering device she would herself be very unsaintly!

	Tommy, Chuckie, Phil & Lil, Susan, and Angelica were friends and  cousins since childhood.  They had seen one another in various stages of undress, swim wear, no wear, underwear.  At ten, Tommy, Chuckie and the twins were barely-mildly aware of sex and all its idiosyncrasies.  In the New World, those “idiosyncrasies” would become apparent.  Very apparent.
	The young newbies also were only vaguely aware of the Mind Altering Devices, they had a basic understanding and their parents had schooled them on the horrors of such things, anyone and everyone probably had one and there were ways to foil becoming a victim of one.  
	Tommy, Phil & Lil had mind shields.  Chuckie had a light clicker that flickered when detecting a Device in his presence.  Susan and Angelica had various counter acting Minding Devices to thwart having their young minds compromised.
	None of which worked.

	The more Jay made use of his Mind (Altering) Device, the more he learned how to tweak it.  By the “tweakings” he was able to fully control the young minds of the newbies thus allowing full control of their actions as well as allowing them to be aware of what was happening.
	That was a key element to the thrilling overpowerment of the mind; part of the reasoning a rapist rapes—the power over another is just as exhilarating as the defiling sex act itself.
	Jay had the boys strip off their clothes first.  He got hard.  Lovely naked young boys they wear, Jessie was thrilled, too.
	Once nude, the boys had to stand up straight with their hands to their sides—facing the girls.  Only Chuckie was emotional.  Tommy was angry and scared at the same time.  Phillip was just scared.
	Jessie was ready to jump the boys, to take them on one at a time; but she would wait, Jay wasn’t finished yet. 
	It was the girls’ turn to strip to the skin.  None of them wanted to and became very emotional about doing so.  Lillian was the first one, though; she had been nude with her brother and it was no big deal.  She had been in her underwear with Tommy and Chuckie, that was no big deal either—they had all grown up together and were very close—just not sexually.  Not yet…
	The boys stood lovely in the buff, hands clenched to their sides, gritting their teeth, being gently warmed by the coming of the new morning’s sun.  On the sly, Jessie copped a feel of Jay’s bulging protrusion.  She knew he like girls, but liked boys just as well.  Jay knew it, too!
	The girls stood shoulder to shoulder, eyes focused on the boys’ faces--until they were told to “look down at their goodies.”
	Sniveling and clenching up as much as the boys, the girls lowered their eyes to gawk at the boys’ shriveled schlongs.  After several minutes of “gawking”, the girls then were commanded to “strip to the undies.”
	Eleven year old Susan Carms clenched up her young black body tighter.  Nearly teenage Angelica who wore a skirt/blouse outfit closed her pretty blue eyes and shucked her pinkish pleated short-short kiddie skirt, then doffed her off-white blouse.  She wore a pinkish camisole and had very delectable pre-teen titties.  Jessie squeezed Jay’s bulging boner, he was getting harder and harder.
	Lillian managed to suck it up and shuck her short walking jean pants and drop off her thin sleeveless cottony shirt.  Green panties, no bra of any sort.  
	Susan remained defiant until the invading commands in her mind overwhelmed her completely and she stripped off her garments.  All of them.

	Though Tommy, Chuckie, and Phil had seen Lillian, Susan, and Angelica in their swimsuits and underwear and Lillian butt bare assed naked, somehow it was different.
	Jay smiled and conveyed to the other two girls to strip to the skin as well.  This was met with little resistance.  Angelica holding out a few seconds, then braced herself and slipped off her camy and the tiny bra concealing her itty bitties.  Jay felt the stirrings of a good orgasm…
	Lillian had no problem being in her panties or completely naked with her brother, but the other boys?  She wasn’t cool with that but didn’t have a choice, either.  Down came her panties and she stood back up and Jay felt the trickles of his seed trickling about his pubes.
	Angelica was nice.  Very nice.  Lillian and Susan weren’t too bad, either.  And they were all virgins.  Joy!
	Time for a little Q&A.
	Question:  Do you finger your pussy?
	Open to all three girls.
	Answer:  Susan, No.  Lillian and Angelica—Yes!
	Question:  Do you finger your asshole?
	Open Q to All.
	Answer:  NO!
	Question:  Naughty?  With anyone?  Want to be?
	Tommy—No.  Chuckie—mildly curious, had occasional boners that wouldn’t go away unless he “HANDLED” himself OR humped his bed.  Lillian had caught her brother (Phil) humping his hand and SHE humped him using HER hand!  (well, what’s a sister for!?!?)
	Angelica had horny tendencies herself; she yearned to be with a couple of special boys from her school and neighborhood.  She wasn’t so sure about engaging in sex, but she thought many boys who dressed trendy-like were dreamy.
	The girls were virgins.
	The boys were virgins.
	The girls were curious about boys—but were unclear as to Why.
	The boys were horny—and they were unclear as to Why.
	The girls were only interested in boys.
	The boys were only interested in girls.
	Jay was interested in them all…

*

	As the desert sun came up, the desert air warming to a barely something barely breathable, Lillian, Susan, and Angelica braced against some crisscrossed trees; their ass pooched out, legs open wide, being violated. 
	Tommy’s face was buried into the crack of the ass of cousin Angelica.
	Phil had his sweet round face nuzzled not into his sister’s crack, but Susan’s.  Chuckie dwelled in Lillian’s butt crack.  All three boys commanded to lick the girls’ crack, the whole crack and nothing BUT the crack!  They had to diddle their tongues to the poop chute rim, too.  The boys gawked at the girls’ smooth hairless, virtually hairless poons.  All three lads got tremendous boners and Jay could hardly contain himself.
	Nor could Jessie.
	After much ado about tonguing the backdoor area, the girls had to turn about and lean their bare backsides against the leaning trees.  The sun was heating up and there wasn’t much time for the preliminary “fooling” around.  Jay knew they had to find more suitable shelter, and water.
	But first!
	The boys got harder hard-ons as they locked their eyes onto the girls’ bare poons.  Only Angelica had hair on her pussy, and not much at that.  Her cunt was nice and smooth, delicate, and unfucked.  Commands were conveyed to her and her cousin; Tommy helped place her legs up on his shoulders then “go down on her.”
	Tommy had not quite gotten over licking her ass crack, seeing her clenching asshole or the place where she peed from.  Other than learning about the US Constitution, the Civil War, the Capitol of Wisconsin was Madison, the names of the first 20 presidents and their flunkies, Tommy had also learned some parts of the human anatomy:  where a girl peed from was her pussy.  Where a boy peed from was his cock, penis, pud, schlong.  The ass was universal—ass and butt.  A girl had “titties.”  
	He knew what “piss” and “shit” was.
	There were other words, “Fuck”, “Cunt”, “Twat”, “Turd”, “Hooters”, “Gams”, and “Slut”.  He saw the crude drawings in the boys’ bathrooms.  And on a dare from Chuckie and Phillip, he had dashed into a girls’ bathroom and took a quick whiff and gawk about before dashing back out.
	He farted.  He knew girls farted and only had heard Lillian poot.
	Toying with his “cock” was something done in private.
	He had no sexual thoughts towards Lillian, Susan, or Angelica.
	He had no thoughts sexual towards any of the boys, either.

	Tommy’s tongue delved into his cousin’s snatch, licking all over the outer area of the mound, then into the area where the girl peed from.  He hoped that she wouldn’t pee on him; and Tommy felt a suddenly strange urge of having the need to do so!
	Chuckie and Phil had to do the same as their friend.  Lillian squirmed but held her emotions in check.  Susan did not.  She was highly emotional and trembled greatly.  Jay, however, already had a lock on her young mind and gently curbed her emotions to where she was much more subtle (and enjoyable.)
	After several minutes of tonguing the girls fully and explicitly, the boys stood.  It was their turn.  The girls stepped out from the trees, the boys took their stance bracing against the warming bare skin of the desert trees.  The girls firstly had to step up against the boys and “handle” their raging members.  Each girl had a strange and unique “tingling” between her legs…
	 The boys (and the girls) were stunned beyond belief.  Tommy closed his eyes as Angelica fondled his schlong, his mind was empty and he could scarcely breathe.  Chuckie and Phil were about the same way.
	‘Lillian, you would rather fondle your brother?’
	There was a pause from the young girl, she gulped and there was barely a noticeable nod.  She liked Chuckie, sure, but if she had to submit to something naughty like she was doing—she’d rather do so to Phillip.
	Slowly Angelica was commanded to go to her knees.
	Lillian switched places with Susan.  Susan slowly went to her knees before Chuckie.  Chuckie’s extreme hard schlong was wondrous, Susan had seen little boy dicks all her life—babysitting and cousins, etc.  Chuckie’s cock was the first up close and very personal.  Tiny red hairs were lightly covering his nads, Chuckie had flaming red hair that was untamed and mostly a hideous mop.  He liked it that way, though.
	Lillian stared at her brother’s prong, on second guess, she guessed that she would rather have a go with Tommy.  Too late, the choice had been made and after much ado about handling her brother’s tool—she began kissing the stout member; sucking followed soon afterward.
	Angelica bulked strongly at the notion of sucking down on Tommy’s cock.  She retched and made several attempts at not following thru the command.  But she was overpowered and down she went.
	Tommy was not so into the “act” either, but after a few good “up and downs” by Angelica’s tight previously unfucked mouth he got into it (anmd liked it!)
	Phillip and Charles “Chuckie” Finster did so as well.

	None of the three lads achieved “orgasm”.  Not to the point of expelling cum.  But they were close.  The feeling of orgasm they all shared and knew for sure for certainty that they wanted that feeling again!  (kinda like drugs…)
	After cocksucking the boys, the girls did their balls; the boys, too, turned about to have the bare butt cheeks kissed and hickied—but thankfully no rim jobs.
	Then,
	“Ok,” said Jay, “you three girls—lay down.”
	Jessie was loving it.  The power!  The sheer audacity, the unmitigated gall, and so on.  She was creaming in her jeans, too!
	Timidly and very frightenedly the girls one-two-three laid out on their cast off clothes.  “Open your legs.” 
	All three girls clenched their mouths tight but opened their legs.
	Tommy laid onto Angelica’s body, his rock hard pud against her poon.  “I’m sorry, Angelica.” he whispered.  Angelica placed her hands onto his back (on her own) “I know, it’s okay.” she squeaked back, she opened her legs and Thomas “Tommy” Pickles glided his throbbing bone into her sex.
	Phillip eased his into his sister’s sex while a very reluctant Chuckie made feeble entry into Susan.

	Natural instinct it was.  Tommy fucked his cousin and did a fine job.  Angelica moved her hands all over her young cousin’s backside—mostly on her own.  She also moved her hands down to Tommy’s bare ass and seemed to enjoy herself despite having her young cherry prematurely “popped.” 
	Unlike when receiving head from his cousin, Tommy Pickles released a massive wad of boy spunk.  He felt like he was having a huge pent up pee.  The sensation was both weird and good.  Like the blowjob that had preceded the fucking of Angelica’s pussy, Tommy definitely wanted that feeling of orgasm.
	Phil and Lil grinned to one another and they, too, were into the deed.  They knew it was wrong, but it was so good.  (and both were glad that they were being “forced”…)
	Chuckie had to admit that it DID feel good, but he was the whiner of the group, the one most to be over cautious.  He was also a rebel and sometimes did things without thinking it thru.  
	All three girls although enjoyed being breeched, experienced great discomfort.  Their discomfort was only beginning…

**

	Angelica knew instantly what was going to happen—as soon as the one who was conveying all the narly-naughty thoughts stripped down to his skin.  He stood with a massive hard-on and the young girl both squirmed with orgasmic anticipation as well as fear.
	The boys sat near by on their knees, their hands tied behind their backs for security sake.  Lillian and Susan had been “secured” as well.  There were other methods for sure but Jay was cool with the current.  Angelica opened her legs, she was still trying to recover from her cousin’s doinking her.  She tightened up some and struggled with her emotions.  The young adult man lay on her, pressing his cock against her sex; she bit her lower lip so hard that she caused it to bleed.
	Jay drank the young girl in, smiled and managed his cock to her love entrance.  Tommy struggled against the ropes securing his hands, ‘get off her!’  ‘leave her alone!’  and a whole bunch of other statements the young boy spat aloud and in his mind.
	Chuckie wept and was generally himself—highly emotionally charged.  Phil was pissed as he knew what was going to happen further, he was certain for sure that after Angelica was raped, his sister and Susan were probably next!
	He was probably right!

	Angelica squirmed just slightly as her young pre-teen poon was filled to capacity by the massive fuck stick invading her.  The young adult man was slow but methodical.  He glided into her and proceeded with gentle pumps and thrusts.  
	Again, Angelica felt both pleasure and pain.  More discomfort than pain.  She opened her legs wider, the man placed a cupping hand on her butt and slowly but surely made complete entry.  Angelica’s lips trembled and she could not understand the mixed feelings she was having.  She clung to the man and endured.
	There was a little more blood than from the initial penetration from Tommy.  Angelica’s panties were already soiled from wiping her down, so Tommy’s underwear were used the second go.  Angelica’s poon was VERY sore from the incredible fuck—but again, there was some pleasure from the hellish deed.
	“Don’t worry,” cooed Jay, “it gets better.”

	Jay needed a break, it was getting hot and he was already shagged out as it was—and STILL hadn’t tagged Wendy!  Jessie opened Tommy’s legs and devoured him.  Although she was a little vague on the concept of “parallel universe” and New World and whatever else it could be called, Jessie felt a little more relieved at being at ease to do what she desired.
	Tommy felt odd stirrings, getting sucked on by Angelica had been one thing, being sucked off on by the adult was something else—and he wasn’t sure if he liked or disliked it!  (but he DID know that he kinda liked it once the woman got going on him.)
	Jessie, like Jay, had stripped to the skin.  All eyes were upon her, mostly the boys, but the girls eyed her, too.  Not for a sexual purpose, but for the more adult-like parts and realizing what they (the girls) would be like when they were as old as she (Jessie).
	Tommy tried a couple of times not to “get into” what was happening to him, but then again—there was no denying the “good feeling” having his penis sucked on.  The woman doing the sucking was good.  She engulfed his hairless tezzies and puddling at the same time and it was wondrous!
	Jay watched Jessie devour the ten year old boy, her sweaty ass wriggling in the air.  It helped put life back into his cock, he yearned to screw the other two girls but there would be time for them later.  The entire group watched as the man got up on his knees and positioned himself behind the woman.  His cock then disappeared into the woman, the group couldn’t comprehend how he was doing it without the woman on her back…

	With the coming of the daily heat the group (as a whole) ceased frivolitile activities and sought the solace of the shade the few trees gave.  When Wendy needed to pee, Jay stood her up and opened her legs to stance; then as she had been so schooled since her being with Jay, the young girl began to pee.  
	Jay caressed her ass while she peed, his cock becoming harder and harder.  But it was just too fucking hot to fuck.  He caressed the girl then returned her to the shade to await the cool of the night.
	It would be a long day.  A long hot day.
	When the evening cool finally did arrive, Jay managed to get the his ride going, with flat tires it wasn’t too good but so long as the tread remained on the wheel, the bus moved along the deep sand just the same.  He didn’t plan on a lengthy trek thru the unknown desert, but hoped to find some semblance of civilization or food, water, or something.
	He found the rock quarry with the water and water plants an hour later.

*

More of the same and  then some…
	Jessie.
	Cock.  She craved cock.  Young cock, adult cock.  Fat cock, skinny cock; black cock, Asian cock, uncut cock.  Cock that hung from the right, angled itself like a banana, or stood straight out like a “pole.”  Jessie liked cock that pumped fast and furious, slow with deliberate thrusts.  Cock that was immature/inexperienced.  Cock that had “been around the block a few times.”
	Getting jiggy with it with her young nephew, PJ, was one thing.  It was the only thing she could get away with.  In the sanctity of her own apartment she was free to get naked and get “jiggy.”  There were deep seeded yearnings—for the boys that mingled at the pool, the boys at the mall, the pizzeria, sports field.
	Cock.  Five year old cock to 20 year old cock.
	Cock that squirted a hearty “Hiyas!” 
	Cock that wriggled in her mouth or cunny.
	Cock that plowed her backdoor as well as her front door…
	Cock that throbbed, turned colors, and directions.
	Cock that made her cum in torrents.
	In a word, Jessie loved cock!
	She also had an affinity to pussy.

	John Kommer stroked his bone against his daughter, Kayla.  Kayla, her brother, Kyle, and their mother, Debbie were still under the power of HIS device.  But like with Wendy from Jay’s device, the Kommer family was beginning to accept more and more the narly ways of their new life.
	As John made slow anal entry into his nine year old daughter, he watched with awesome fascination as Jessie sucked the poon of Angela.  All the boys had boners.  It was a sight to watch to be sure.  
	Jessie took her pleasures with slurping the schlongs of ALL the boys.  She equated it to be at a deli, a smorgasbord or something like.  At one incidence she had the lads all line up in a row, her PJ and John’s boy, Kyle, too.  Then, she started at one end of the cock-line and went down—and down the line, servicing each schlong until they nearly exploded.

	John took his pleasures with after boning his daughter’s hole, plunging himself into Angelica.  He was virtually worthless for some time afterwards as his cock did the shagging of a lifetime with her.  He had thought he had done so with his own daughter and then righteously so with his wife, but having the freedom to be so carefree with sexual frivolity that there would be no serious repercussions from his actions—it only added to the bliss.
	He fucked Angelica’s brains out (in other words.)
	John didn’t tear her up and wear her young pre-teen snatch out, but he gave it a doinking that made the young girl appreciate Tommy schlong and the other adult male, Jay.	
	Susan and Lillian knew their turn would be soon coming.

	With the camaraderie of the blended families, John shagging Angelica, Jessie slurping the schlongs of ALL the boys, John buggering Jessie up the ass, Jay took HIS pleasures boffing John’s wife and daughter.  John was aware of Jay’s device, Jay used it to more put John’s family at ease.  John used his to do likewise to Jay’s group.  Both devices were different and had differing attributes, and both worked admirably.
	And of course, there was Wendy.  After shagging John’s wife, Debbie, then doinking John’s daughter, Kayla, Jay took long soaks and swims in the pool to revitalize his schlong and prowess, then stole away to the very back of the sheltering cave and finally-FINALLY made entry to the girl’s sex.
	And it was glorious!  Glorious Centurion, glorious!
	Jay took his time; he firstly tongued the snatch, fingered it and pressed  his thumb to the hairless poon before laying his prong against the delectable quim and humping it.
	Wendy was used to his humping her poon, she no longer needed to be “secured”, especially not in the New World environment.  The minding device had swayed her enough to all Jay to trust her—not totally, not 100 percent, but the girl stuck with him like he was her big brother, her father.  The blatant sex was “just a part of life.”
	Outside on the warm sand by the refreshing water, Jessie lay with her legs open taking one boy after another.  Tommy was first to tag her poon, Jessie dearly loved getting it with the boy—she caressed and clamped his ass and helped him into the groove that was fucking.

	Jessie’s nephew, PJ, got his, too—he scrogged on John’s daughter, Kayla.  He loved going nude, he somewhat missed his parents and some of his friends, but having the absolute freedom to go naked and fuck as he wished kinda compensated.
	PJ, too, sank his nine year pud into Lillian and Susan, and liked it—a lot.  He preferred them over all, no reason given.  He liked having one suck him while he licked out the cunny of the other.
	Nellie was into the game, too—PJ’s sister, Jessie’s niece.  She liked the boys, but she also had a strange penchant for the GIRLS.  Not so much as her doing the licking but as being herself licked!  It was that power thing.
	One big fucking happy fucking family.

*
Cumming together
	“Could be twenty miles, could be forty.”
	“That’s encouraging.”
	It was for sure that the VW wasn’t going to make it, a rock had knocked a nice hole in the oil pan, the radiator couldn’t keep water, and three of the four tires were flat.  No spare.
	John wasn’t in too much shape for trekking across the desert-scape so it was young buck Jay to make the jog out to the lights they were seeing.  Jay had successfully scrogged on Wendy twice, poked her up the ass once and had gotten off into her mouth several times.  He was satisfied.  He had fucked John’s wife, Debbie and their daughter, Kayla.  Angela, Susan, and Lillian had enjoyed bobbing on his knob as well as receiving him between their legs and cheeks.  He was ready.
	(he was exhausted—but he was ready.)

Merrier is the norm
	Music in the Night
	The craziness that inundated the town on the outskirts of the nearby desert but throngs of peoples cramming the roads to get out.  Only a few had the good sense to know that “cramming” the streets was a bad idea.  There were alternate routes.
	Thomas Wainwright III was one such individual who had assessed the situation for what it was and fled the tormented town in a different direction.  He didn’t go alone, however.  Naturally!  

	Thomas Wainwright also did not have a vehicle suitable for desert traveling, he had a Mercedes.  And like Jay Kommer, Thomas Wainwright had been right on the brink of “getting jiggy with it” with a young love.  But marauding minotaurs, green tornado storms, marauding law enforcement officials and non-officials (vigilantes), Thomas had to abruptly halt his long awaited plan to get jiggy and flee.
	And naturally he took his young love with him.
 	Naturally!
	Two others also came along and shortly before barreling madly into the desert and unknown, two more!  The latter two were on their own, running in panic, lost, and brother and sister.  Sighting two huge minotaurs put the refined British subject transplant Thomas into chivalry and rescued the two.  They were quickly put under the Englishman’s soothing calm and fit in with the others.
	Of course, he had “help” with the calming…
	Of course!

	In the front seat of his Mercedes was his love, his obsession, Becky Fannigan.  She was nine.  She was sweet, cute, perfect.  Always timely, ready to learn.  Long straight blond hair, a sweetest face there never was; a beautiful smile, incredible blue eyes, and despite being merely nine, she always smelled wondrous!
	She had poise and good manners.  She had given him a birthday card when no one else had or even knew of his birthday.  She was special to him; and when she sat next to him the piano he was hard pressed not to “jump her bones” right then and there!
	Becky Fannigan always came to his studio in a dress outfit.  She had nothing too revealing, the girl’s body was not “shapely.”  But she had a nice butt, perfect posture, and Thomas yearned to see what she looked like naked—or at the very least in her underwear.
	Thomas Wainwright III was refined, distinguished, and naughty.  He was British, transplanted from England to the United States to teach music to young students.  He had firstly started out in the big cities of the Americas, but then retreated to the smaller cities and towns for personal health reasons.
	He found very charming children in the small cities and towns just as much as the ones he had found in the big cities.  His first passion was music, classical specifically.  His second passion was children, girls specifically.  His desires were unnatural and he kept them (the desires) to himself.

	All his years he had managed to curb his desires, to put them at bay.  But then he came to America and in America—the Mind Altering Devices were all the rage.  Acquiring one was a difficult chore, in like acquiring drugs or anything else illegal, one had to be careful of who one did business with.  Thomas passed on many chances to acquire a Device, fear that the one offering said Device was an undercover agent or something.
	But once moving to the desert town and setting up shop, a Device came into his possession thru a serious of quirky circumstances:  a man who’s child was taking lessons from the renowned Wainwright had fallen behind in payments for schooling his son a certain prodigy.  The man presented Thomas with a Minding Device, it was in good working order he assured him and would more than enough cover the tuition due.
	Thomas was at first naturally suspicious and refused.
	But on second offering…
	Then, the man was killed in an auto accident on his way home.
	Thomas put the Device away, hidden in a very special place.
	It was so hidden and so special that for quite some time the aging gentleman forgot where he HAD put it!  But he eventually did.  There were no instructions on the usage of the Device so Thomas had to learn the hard way and it was a long enduring painstaking time consuming venture.
	When finally he had a slight grasp of the operation of the Device, troubles in his fair near-desert town had cropped up spoiling his first true attempt at seeking unnatural pleasures with his prime student, Becky.
	On the fateful day for their near desert town two other students were at Thomas’ studio.  When the town’s sirens blared they stayed put.  Thomas ushered them to his car and they fled.  All three children had been soothed to a dull state of being.
	He did likewise to the two Asian children on the outskirts of town.
	They all entered into the New World (unknowingly) moments later.

	The Mercedes did alright on hardpacked ground, not so good on deep sandy soil.  When the luxury car finally bottomed out and Thomas knew that gunning the engine would be fruitless, he got out.
	It was blazing hot and he had no idea that he was in a New World.  The concept was not elusive to him, but there were no clear cut indications of transition.  
	With bits of wood Thomas worked the car loose to where the tires could grab some traction.  It was a trying and tiring thing to do, his fear of being caught with a car load of kids was insurmountable—although nay had he done anything to them—yet.

	Thomas was well aware of the Law Enforcers having devices to counter act the illegal devices as well as devices to detect the illegal devices.  But there was no one about so his fears were calmed—replaced by other fears.
	Food, water, shelter.
	Despite being terribly-terribly English, he was somewhat Americanized and with that, he began shucking some of his cumbersome clothing.  Despite living in an arid region of the US, Thomas Wainwright III continued donning proper attire—no jacket, but a cotton dress shirt, dress slacks, bow tie, and smart English vest.
	In the scorching heat of the New World sun, fuck that.  The tie was the first to go followed by the vest.  His dress shirt was wringing wet with personal sweat and that came off, too.  His fancy-schmanzy $125 dress shoes would have to stay as he was assured that his dress socks would do little to keep his feet from blistering in the hot as hell sand.
	With great strain Thomas managed to finally free the car.  He was exhausted and sat inside with the engine running and the a/c cranked to the max for several minutes.  When finally cool to some degree he put the car back into motion and strove to keep the tires on the hardness of the New World earth.
	And speaking of hard…
	Finding the five trees encircling a large granite rock that resembled a lizard with its tongue sticking out was a blessing.  Tenfold.  The trees provided ample shading.  Young Susannah Jules expressed the need to “pee.”  Lucien twisting his legs expressed his distress.  The other children, including his Desire, seemed content.  Hungry and thirsty, confused they were, but contented.
	Thomas escorted young Susannah out first.  She was a slightly gifted child; she played the piano and violin very well, she could sing, do light dancing, and was a child actor—she and her mother had made some local commercials and were on their way to making national/international commercials.
	With the Device activated, Thomas assured himself that Susannah would be “controllable.”  Like Becky, Susannah wore a smart dress outfit.  It was worn a little tighter than it should and was a little shorter, too.  Susannah had poise about her, and she actually was a borderline tomboy.  Thomas guessed that the music and acting lessons were not of her own will or idea.  She was cute, though; she had charm and wit and was more outgoing than the reserved calm and quiet Becky.

	In the shade of the unfamiliar type trees, Thomas placed his hands up Susannah’s short light green dress.  His cock surged to full attention as his trembling well manicured hands touched the girl’s ass.  He let out a satisfying groan, his lips trembled and he could scarcely breathe.
	Slowly-ever-so-slowly he lowered the girl’s panties.
	When the undies came to the hem of the girl’s dress he paused.  His cock was at the bursting point in his Italian slacks.  There were no stains in the light green panty.  With trembling fingers he gently pushed the undergarment down to the knees before pausing again.
	Nothing from the girl at all.
	The kids in the car were okay, the door were open to get what little breeze there was and to allow the car’s engine to cool.  Thomas took his hands back up to the girl’s butt, this time to the flesh.  A trickle of pre-cum soiled his briefs, he didn’t care.  He continued struggling to breathe let alone think straight.  Caressing Susannah’s ass a few more minutes put him in a lull, he became calm and cool.
	And hornier.
	A trickle of pee that became a stream began issuing from the young girl.  Thomas whipped off the child’s panties, opened her legs and let the urine flow.  He raised her dress up to see her naked poon peeing and was highly enthralled.  He sighed a sigh of moan, his lips and hands trembled; young Susannah with her bright face, bouncy brown ponytail with a green ribbon securing it—she was a delight—and oblivious to what was happening to her.
	Off came the dress and out came Thomas’ cock.
	Susannah peed and peed and peed.
	Thomas got harder and harder and harder.

	Susannah wasn’t the only one who needed to pee.  Lucien had also.  Thomas, though, had spent too much time with Susannah and the ten year old pissed his pants.  Being warped with the mind altering device the boy was unaware—he was only relieved.  
	Lucien “Lucky” Barnacle was another child actor, he had just begun taking lessons in music but didn’t overly have the talent or discipline.  But he was a friend of Susannah’s.
	Thomas stroked his cock, using Susannah’s hand!  There was so much he wanted to do—all at once!  His cock began to ache, his balls and head.  Little Susannah Jules was butt bare assed naked before him, and no one was about!  She was under his control!  Thomas held his breath and pressed his glistening knob to the child’s mouth.

	Sweat rolled off of his body, his mind was in uproar, his balls sung tunes of joyous bliss as his cock filled the delicate mouth of nine year old Susannah.  It was so wrong but felt so good—he didn’t care.  Although he barely knew the particulars of all that was a Blowjob, Thomas worked his prong in and out of the girl’s mouth, rubbed it on her face and strove to ejaculate—it had been a long-long while since last he had done so.
	But he kinda-sorta wanted to wait to give his liquid love to Becky.
	He didn’t make it.
	The joy overpowered his cock and gobs of sticky white goo filled Susannah’s mouth.  He was enthralled.  He gulped and sweated all the more as continued emptying his tool of splooge.
	Little Susan did know that something disgusting was in her mouth, and she reacted as she should when the spunk matter erupted within.  But she was still controllable.  Thomas’ energy was drained, but he went to his knees and embraced the girl, caressing her ass and suddenly finding himself extremely horny again!
	Sitting little Susannah down on her clothes (and away from her “puddle”), Thomas checked on the other kids—finding the one who had pissed in his pants.  And it was a good piss, too, the boy had soiled his seat and the luxurious seat he was sitting on. 
	Thomas let it go and hustled the young lad out of the car, then took some pleasure in stripping him down.  Touching the boy’s bare ass skin sent the 61 year old into a furor.  He had always had a penchant for girls.  There was only a mild curiosity for BOYS.  Once Lucien was nude, Thomas wiped the boy’s private area then stood and masturbated before him.  Then, like he had done unto Susannah, Thomas slipped into the boy’s unwary mouth.
	Driven by insane desires Thomas only pumped into the a few moments, then positioned the boy in the cool shade of the trees on HIS clothes, on his hands and knees.  Thomas then addressed the boy’s behind, admiring the clean smooth ass with a strange and unique desire set apart from that of Susannah’s rear end.
	Thomas then was overpowered by his sexual desires and placed his manhood against Lucien’s rear, gliding up and down the lad’s crack—pausing a moment or two to poke the boy’s hole.  His cock, though, was not strong enough to make anal entry.  (oh, he could have if he was a bastard, a strong willed fuck of determination no matter the pain/discomfort of the one being plunged.)
	Thomas took his time and worked gallantly the head of his cock into the boy’s rim.  But was mostly satisfied with humping the flesh.  At length it was natural instinct that brought Thomas Wainwright to “reach around.”

	Squeezing and working the boy’s bone (and fuzzless nads) sent the aged man into a exceptional orgasm.  He humped hard against the boy’s crack, humping down between Lucien’s legs until he blasted yet another hot sticky creamy ooze.  His eyes fluttered and he felt his energy totally zapped.
		
	The two children encountered prior to entering the New World (although Thomas was still unaware of that particular peculiar phenomenon) were of Asian quality, specifically Korean.  Pia Minnt Po and her brother Chin Soo.  The girl was a lovely nine years young while her brother was seven.
	The girl wore stripped jeans of which Thomas easily removed.  Purple panties were next.  He took his time there, laying the girl out on the warm sand by the other children who were naked and coated in his personal love cream…
	The Korean girl was lovely, especially clad merely in her panties.  She had no titties to speak of, Thomas didn’t mind—he preferred the smaller titties as opposed to the outrageous hooters some gals had; some dumpling titties, apple size, palm size, no more than a mouthful.
	Thomas took the time to gawk over the girl, then opened her legs and admired her in her purple panties.  His cock, though, was slow to recover and restrengthen.  He took that time to caress the girl, squeeze the budding nipples, lock the ankles and raise the legs to gander longingly at the girl’s butt area.
	Then, slowly, he began lower the panties down her long legs.  Just as the girl’s pussy area was revealed, Thomas’ cock got hard.  He was pleased.  Pia remained quiet and consoled, unaware of what was happening to her, unto her.  Thomas slipped off the panties, sniffed the crotch, then positioned himself onto her…

	The young Korean made slight whimperings as Thomas’ 60 something year old wanger grinded against her poon.  Though he wanted desperately to make vaginal entry, he held off doing so.  He thought of having Lucien “break her in.”
	An orgasm he did experience, and it was almost as good as being “in the pussy” rather than simply “on it.”  He humped and humped until he could hump no more.  His liquid love spilled all over the child’s cunny and midriff.  His energy was once more plunged in a downward plummet.

	Thomas Wainwright III loved music, as a child in Sussex he had a fine ear for music and listened to all the greats in history.  There, too, were the locals who were quiet good in their own right.  Thomas made the rounds and became very good at listening and understanding the music that came from many different instruments.  He learned the history of the instruments and music and thusly became very eligible for a prestigious scholarship to a prestigious school of music.
	After earning several degrees in music and all its forms thereof he became a teacher of such.  And this was good.  But it was better in dreary ole America as there was more of a freedom and diversity.  The diversity came with the students—primarily girls.  In his homeland it was mostly boys who adorned his piano bench with few girls.
	In America, it was more girls than boys!
	And Thomas Wainwright the Third preferred girls!

	Becky.
	Becky Fannigan had warmed him in the beginning, but it had been lackluster at best—on his part.  To him, though she was incredibly pretty, well poised, and smelled wondrously, she was a mere student.  But then, she gave him a birthday card.  No one had given him a card in years.  How the child had discovered that it was his birthday he did not know.  But in enlightened him, warmed him.  From then on as she sat beside him at his piano—he yearned for her.
	She always came in smart-sensible attire, stood up straight, sat up straight.  She was beautiful, charming, delicious.  While showering later on he found himself masturbating while thinking of her.  He knew then that he had to have her!
	And now he did!
	As with the others, he laid the youngster on the soft warm sand, removed her shoes and white socks—closed his eyes and raised her legs up.  Out of the corner of his eye he saw Chin Soo peeing.  The little squirt lay on his back beside his sister Pia and a huge stream of urine arched out of his penis.  Thomas watched as the “arch” crested and then died out.  
	Becky wore yellow panties, soft cottony things with embroidered duckies all over them.  Extra sweat appeared on Thomas’ upper lip, his cock was resoundingly hard again and the desire to shag her increasing exponentially by the second…
	Trembling hands went slowly up Becky’s body, his cock ached terribly and he knew that he wasn’t going to wait to have HER broken in, he would do so unto her himself!

	As the darkness of the evening fell upon the desolate desert, Becky groaned, clawed up the sand beneath and was “breeched.”  She bit her lower lip hard, screwed up her young innocent angelic face but didn’t exclaim any outward distress.  Thomas moved his rock hard pud into the girl’s cunny, half an inch at a time.  In half an inch, back out to rub the glisten knob up and down the crevice, then back in to proceed another half inch.
	He was gentle but determined.
	Becky’s legs opened wide but did not flail about.  She clenched the sand, gritted her jaw and received her music teacher’s schlong.  It was quite an event; e-major, 5th movement.  
	Not the entire length of his adequate cock did the professor of music slid into the nine year old, but close counts.  Once in as far as he dared without significantly hurting her, Thomas made gentle pumps.  He strained and strove hard to keep himself from erupting into an animal—he wanted the defiling act to linger and be lasting.

	At morning’s first light, Pia received the man’s dastardly dong.
	At noon of that same day, little Susannah did as well.
	Lucien received more fondling and a mouthful of man-cock before being turned about, positioned on hands and knees and reamed.  Thomas was not gentle or slow about sodomizing young Lucien; he buggered the boy quick and with reverence.  The boy’s hole bled and was filled to capacity with a copious amount of spunk.  The act took a lot out of Thomas and he was done (fucking) for the day.
	But that was okay.  He lingered on the acts that he had completed.
	Becky still filled his mind, his loins.  She was soft, supple, delectable.  All over her lovely nude body he had sent his hands, tongue, and cock.  He had pressed himself against her body and tried to bring her into his as one.  
	He didn’t have the same feelings towards the others, but Susannah came close.  To Susannah he had scrogged on but mostly poked her backdoor.  Like a pro, he tongued her hairless snatch to have his cock become fully aroused and capable of anal penetration.  He was gentle with her, he spent several minutes pre-reaming her rim; licking, spitting on it, fingering it.  When the time came he made slow but deliberate penetration.  Susannah’s face grinded against her clothes, grunted, groaned and moaned.
	When he had come, Thomas sat back to watch his cum ooze out of the girl’s smoldering funk hole.  Slowly her hole closed back to normal.  Thomas helped lay the girl down, her pussy remained (to be fucked).

	He still preferred tidiness, perfectly cooked meals, to be dressed properly at all times, and to be terribly-terribly English.  He missed his tea, he missed his normal routine as he was a man of routine.  He thought and thought and thought some more.  He concluded that he would have his way with the children, then return to their town—once the all clear was assessed.  If not, if the town was overrun with beasties, then he would continue down the road to the next town which was of some sizable size.
	Of course, the sizable town would have guards posted and with Thomas’ cargo—it would complicate things.  He knew he needed to rethink.  A long nap was in order, thereafter…

*

Well, fancy meeting you here…
	With the new morning, unknowingly in the New World, Thomas fussed at his dirty clothes.  He needed a shower and a meal—and some sense of order.  With none of that available, he dispensed with washing and settled on satisfying his lust.
	Pia Minnt was first on his list.  A good fingering to pre-lube, it had been a long night—interrupted by the kids peeing and pooping.  He had fed them, watered them, and cleaned them.  They slept inside the car with the windows cracked.  Coyotes howled in the night, Thomas got all of about two or three hours sleep total.
	With Pia, he fingered and probed her poon, grinded against her and was vague about the fact that he could ‘lick’ her cunny.  He humped until hard enough to make entry—then did that.  Pia wriggled beneath him and at the last moment he lay on the mix-matched clothes himself, positioning the nine year old Korean on him, his staff easing into her for a nice long fuck.
	It was at the apex of his humping that a stranger came to be.  A young stranger, a man, young adult.  Thomas saw the young man suddenly appear and “whip out his dork” as he neared.  As Thomas was in a near panic and couldn’t remember where his Device was, the young stranger stripped off all his clothing and had a very tremendous boner.
	Thomas was confused.
	The young nude came with a smile, and a hard-on,
	“Hiya!” he said with a smile.
	Thomas was at a loss and uncomfortable with being “caught.”  But then again, the stranger himself was nude.  Perhaps he was a goer?  Nudge-nudge wink-wink…

	Somehow he had taken a wrong turn, when dipping down into one of the many and numerous dry washes.  The terrain was not flat as it appeared from the quarry.  Topping one of the dry washes and going into the direction he thought was true-to-sight, Jay walked all the night long to come into daylight with an uncertainty that what he was making for was there.
	Sighting the small grove of trees gave Jay hope for shelter from the blazing heat that was soon to come.  Something glinted as he neared and then he saw that it was a car.  Then he saw the small bevy of naked children and an old man.
	After greeting, Jay took a brief rest while listening to the old man’s telling of what had happened to his town.  Jay then took pleasure in filling the Englishman in on the facts of where he was.  At first Thomas Wainwright thought the young nude male was off his rocker—his mind cooked by the sun.  but he seemed sincere.
	Not much was to be done in the heat of the day.  Before it got too terribly hot, though, Jay did manage to sink his aching pud into Pia.  He licked the young girl’s poon, something Thomas was curious about.  Jay gave the young girl a great deal of love cream, took a few moments to recover then poked her in the ass for good measure.  It was too hot by then to mess with the others.  He knew that the girl named Becky was probably off-limits.  That was okay, so long as he got to screw the others…
	And he did.

	Susannah and Pia were first to grease Jay’s prong.  Lucien and Chin Soo followed.  Thomas doinked his Becky during those times Jay doinked the others.  The day increased its heat index to sufferable and the “doinking” would have to be put off until it got cooler.
	When it did finally get cooler, which was an hour into night time, Jay put off the doinking; trying to relocate the lights he had been going after to begin with.
	He didn’t see them.
	That wasn’t good.  He climbed the trees and scanned intently all about.  Not a light in sight.  Definitely not good.  A bit of fear crept up into him; it was possible that he had gone into a ANOTHER New World.  That would suck.
	He sat up most of the night, he had only gone a few hours from the rock quarry, so come the morning’s first light he would strike out to seek out his footprints or some semblance of a trail back to the quarry-pond.

And THEN what happened?
	Binoculars would have been nice.  But then so would air conditioning.
	He paid no attention to the rivers of sweat rivering down his body, he scanned the desert-scape before him, squinting his and hoping for a sign.  Though there was water and suitable nutrition, John Kommer knew that they could not really live in the quarry indefinitely.  A while, but not forever.
	Of course, the sex was good.
	Jessie had come up to squat a moment beside him.  She was nude.  Which was the going thing for the newcomers to the New World.  She had just came out of the pool and was still relatively “cool.”  His wife was sleeping, along with most of the children.
	Jessie sat (squatted) quietly.  If there had been any sign of Jay, John would have said so.  The sun began to bake her and she scooted back down to the pool.  John remained until he felt his skin baking, too.  “Good luck, pal.” he said.

*

So what, does EVERYONE have a Device?
	Jay’s luck was—good and bad.  Bad that he couldn’t find the trial or any signs of his passing OR sight in on the rock quarry.  He climbed up another tree and scanned the landscape, it appeared flat but he knew better.  It was deceptive, he got the feeling that he was probably below the horizon of the jutting boulders.  What he needed was a ride, a jeep or something like.
	Something like the large land vehicle moving across his path…
	A large cloud of dust there was, what actual color the vehicle was was unknown—basic brown?  It was a LARGE vehicle, moving slow.  Jay wasn’t sure if he wanted to make himself known or what.  Of course the heat was a bit of an instigator in making that critical decision for him.
	But he managed to hold fast and keep relatively unseen.  The slow moving vehicle dropped out of sight and Jay knew it had gone down into one of the numerous dry washes.  But he could still see the cloud of dust kicking up from the multiple tires of the jeep-like vehicle.  The desert air was beginning to seriously warm up, it wasn’t quite noon yet and Jay had no idea where he was and very little hope of returning to either place of shelter (and pussy.)
	With very little thought about it he struck off in a gallant run.

	Most of the dray washes Jay had stumbled-fell-rolled into were just that—dry.  Filled with sand and not much else.  Some of the dry washes were cut and dry—in that they were easy in and easy out with not much distance between banks.  Some of the dry washes were, though, steep.  Some had hard packed earthen sides, others had incredibly hot boulders.  Some of the washes had very deep sand difficult to cross even on foot.
	Jay had seen, too, some washes where there were small sapling-like trees growing along the sides.  
	Jay managed to find the wash that the jeep-like vehicle had gone into.  It was an easy find.  He drank his allotted water ration in about one gulp.  That was bad.  Rounding the corner of the wash he came upon the jeep and its crew.  
The wash’s sides were steep, fifteen feet.  The sand was not too deep but it was hot.  Jay tread lightly, clinging to the side of the equally hot canyon sides.  Suddenly, he heard what sounded like a splash.  The air was humid, muggy; a gentle breeze brushed his face and it was cool!
	A small group there was (naturally!) and after careful study, the three males were in charge.  One male appeared semi-reluctant.  Another appeared to be jittery and concerned about their general welfare.
	The third was taking the new experience as a blessing.
	The dry wash-channel/canyon emptied into a pond.  The back of the canyon curved and had a waterfall issuing out of it, straight out of the rock.  A few trees, some rocks, and cool-cool water.  There were some kids (aint there always?)  they were naked (aint they always?) and frolicking al la zombiefied.
	Using extreme stealth, Jay snaked up as close as possible, coming even to be under the massive jeep machine.  There he was able to get a bird’s eye view of the frivolity frolicking.

One, Two, Three, Four!
	One:  “A Device!  A Device!  My soul for a Device!”
	Junior high was a bitch, high school was ten times worse and Theo Huxton wasn’t adjusting as well as he had hoped.  It would have been better if most of his friends from junior high had of gone with him, but many had gone to the big cities and left Theo behind.  Minotaurs, parallel worlds, strange green tornadoes, and mind altering devices ruled the land—Theo’s recently widowed mother had secured herself a good job with a nice house.  The National Guard and other law enforcing agencies had a good grip on patrolling the small city and it so-so reassured her that they would do well regardless.

	Theo had three sisters.  Naturally!  He had a so-so girlfriend, and as many as ten guys wanting to beat him up!  His body hadn’t developed as much as he had hoped for over the long hot summer.  Guards were at his school—checking for mind altering devices and the like thereof.  Theo wished he had one.  Basically for the purpose of retaliating against the junior/senior bullies.  
	Being a congenial fellow, Theo generally got along well with everyone; he was not a prankster, but goosed pranks along just the same.  He was funny, humorous and likeable—save for the upper class bullies.  HJis comedic abilities helped him in avoiding some fracases but not all.  There were some bullies who just refused to laugh.
	It was one such occasion that led Theo to a new route home and a new adventure.  Down an alley (which was a risk) then along a narrow street to cross quickly the backside of a small park.  It emptied him out to a semi-vacant field where a car was hauling ass—being chased by another.
	The first car was a normal everyday nothing special sedan.  The second car was a long sleek black limo.  So much dust was stirred up that not much could seen—until the first car crashed thru a tin shed outbuilding.  The limo plowed into it.  The driver and a passenger of the 1rst car bailed and ran; one carrying a briefcase while the passenger carried a backpack.  Several men bailed out of the limo and gave chase.
	Unwisely Theo followed via a parallel run.
	There were gunshots—from the men from the limo.
	Theo held fast where he was, hunkering down in some bushes—it was the most excitement he had ever had—‘cept that night in the city when a small band of marauding minotaurs had come raiding. 
	It seemed chaotic, but Theo managed to keep track of who was who and where the ‘who’ was.  The men from the first car jumped over a fence, the man carrying the backpack fell.  He landed on his shoulder, crashing thru some leaning pallets on the other side of the fence.  The men from the limo were right on his ass.  Cop cars and National Guard were screaming into the area, a chopper in the air, too.
	Chaos.
	The man who had fallen rolled out into the street, grabbing onto the rear of a pickup passing.  The other man was long gone.  The men in the limo had a shootout with the local police and Guardsmen.  They backed off and made a desperate run back to their limo.  They didn’t make it.
	Theo, meanwhile, had noticed something that the 2nd man from the 1rst car had dropped.  It was in the crushed pallets.  When the coast was clear, Theo ambled over and plucked it up.  The backpack.

	Scurrying home was not an option.  Firstly, Theo hooked to a special place that was a haven for him—when fleeing bullies.  It was behind a brick building in an alley.  There was a false wall that only if you were earnestly looking for it could you find it.  Theo had found it, it led to a civil defense room, a sort of sanctuary.
	Theo had found a huge stash of porno books and magazines, porno films, a projector for the porno films, and civil defense boxes of emergency supplies.  Theo told no one of the find and it was his alone.  There was light and air.  Both Theo turned on, flung himself and the bag on the one bunk bed.  Carefully and slowly he opened the bag and took a peek.
	Money.
	Drugs.
	A box.
	Fifty bundles of one hundred dollar bills.  Each bundle was worth $100,000.  that’s ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS per bundle and there were FIFTY bundles!
	Theo couldn’t breathe.
	When he could breathe again, he pulled out the other bundles—tightly wrapped bundles of some snow white substance.  He knew what it was.  Twenty-five bundles of those, they each weighed about five pounds.
	With his third breath he examined the last item.  It was in some sort of elongated hard plastic roundish container.  There was a seam in the middle.  Theo spent several minutes running his fingers along the seam until it “released.”
	Inside the container was something similar to a fancy remote control.
	Oh shit…

	Another route he ambled along on his way home.  It was getting late and he needed to scoot quickly.  But fear and paranoia kept him steady in his gait, toting a backpack.  When passing the Sisters of Perpetual Life Church and Orphanage, Theo paused.
	Dirty money.
	Drug money.
	Blood money.
	A lot of money.
	A hell of a lot of money.
	Theo had always heard, though; “the best place to get rid of counterfeit money—put it in the collection plate at church!”  Theo rolled his shoulders and stepped up the long cement steps to the church’s front door.  Inside he stepped to one side and dropped the bag inside the confessional.

	The money was plain, counterfeit or not he wasn’t sure—and didn’t care.  Carefully the wrappers had been removed and the monies all mixed up.  The bundles of drugs he put in alley dumpster.  The “remote control” device he pocketed.
	At home after everyone had gone to bed, Theo sat up trying to uncover the objects secrets.  He had an inkling of what it was, but he had no clue at all to its operation.  It would take time.
	Forward ahead two months
	Time:  2:45 PM
	Theo raced madly about in a thither from the backdoor to the front door—today was the day.  It had finally come.  He could hardly contain himself.
	2:50 PM.  From the front door, no sign of his target.  He raced to the backdoor.  There she was!  Coming thru the gate.  Alone.  Sometimes a little friend accompanied her.  Not this time.  Theo was bursting; he hid behind the kitchen island.  The backdoor opened and eleven year old Trudy Janine waltzed in happy-go-lucky and completely unawares.
	It wasn’t that Theo was horny for his sisters, and he was, but he was afraid to do what he was about to do.  There were some girls at his school he would like to see zombiefied.  A couple of teachers, too.  And some relatives.  And some girls at the mall.  The pizzeria.  The…
	He shook his head, squeezed his bulging boner, and pressed the appropriate button on the remote control al la Mind Altering Device.
	Little pre-teen Trudy shook her head, looked like she was going to hurl, blinked her eyes and staggered.  Theo had seen the same reaction in test subjects (unsuspecting people walking up and down his street.  Some subjects (teen girls) were quickly felt up, fingered, fondled, and closely examined.  But as Theo didn’t have a prime locale to be as naughty as he wanted, he had to suffice with what precious time he had.)
	Once the basic understanding of the Device was gathered (and tested), Theo set into motion to waylay his family.  Trudy was first—mainly due to the fact that she arrived home from school first.  He didn’t really plan on being “naughty” with her, she was eleven—he thought he had some morals that would prevent him from being a ungodly pervert.  But as his other two sisters would be quick in coming home, too, he needed to put Trudy in a “stand-by” mode.
	Once done so, Theo waved his hand before her face, made a “fart” sound, brushed his hand against her butt, then stood before her undoing his pants.  There was no reaction from the lovely young girl, she remained quiet and stoic.   

 	Theo smiled, he liked white girls, but black girls were prime.   He wasn’t prejudice, being black himself he had encountered such lame things but it didn’t bother him.  He had as many white friends as he did black; and some of the whiteys were better friends than the blacks!
	Anyways, Theo couldn’t help himself—he had as many as fifteen minutes before junior high sister, Denise, made an appearance.  Trudy stood in a multicolored Summery dress.  She wore trendy clothes, was into some fashions but not all the time.  Theo, after undoing his pants and exposing his willie, dropped to his knees before the perky eleven year old.  She had tits, small ones, apple-sized.  A round face of lovely chocolate brown.  She was sweet, smelled good, and was probably a virgin.  Probably.
	Gulping and holding his breath he raised Trudy’s dress with his shaking hands.  Plain white panties.  Sure he had seen Trudy in her undies, no biggie.  He had seen all his sisters in their panties, and sometimes brief glimpses of them al la nude.  No biggie.  But he had grown into manhood and his “manhood” demanded attention.  Living with girls put him into a nightly manner of jerking off—and usually he utilized a helping aid in the form of one of his siblings’ undies.
	Trudy wore plain white unides, they were snug to her firm ripening chocolate brown body.  Sweat began to roll on Theo, his cock began to seep and the desire to poke her rose dramatically.  Slowly he lowered Trudy’s panties, just inching them down to expose her goodie.
	He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t process thought—logical or otherwise.  Trudy had a bald poon.  No fur, fuzz, nothing—smooth skin.  Perfectly shaped virgin mound.  Theo wondered if she was into herself yet, he knew (sort of knew) that Vanessa and Denise were fingering themselves—although he had never really gotten to see them do so.
	Gently he caressed Trudy’s ass, squeezing the cheeks and going insane.  It was too much.  His eyes fluttered and his cock began to spurt.  He took a moment to himself, just gazing upon his sister’s naked snatch.  He imagined his cum drenching that snatch and he wondered if he could actually fuck her.
	His desire began to overwhelm him and soon Trudy’s undies were at her ankles—her dress being slowly lifted up.  Up-up-up…
	Door slam, giggly voices, Vanessa & Denise were home!
	Shit!
	Double shit!

	Quickly Theo hustled Trudy’s panties back up, but not to fit.  The dress was pushed back into place and the pre-teen placed in a kitchen chair so as she wouldn’t tire from standing.  Then, Theo dashed to the other entrance/exit of the kitchen.  There was a secondary set of stairs to the 2nd floor as well as a short narrow hall to the study and front/living room.
	Sisters Vanessa and Denise had tossed their book bags in a chair and were yapping as sisters do—and the subject was of course boys!  Theo aimed his remote, he wasn’t sure if he could zap the both of them or not, he hadn’t “tested” that function.
	Suddenly, Denise (16) smacked her head, “Shit, forgot my instrument.” and she dashed back out to her car.
	Theo smiled, ‘Perfect.’ and pressed the “Activate” button.
	Vanessa made no adverse reactions at all and Theo worried if she had been effected at all.  Picking up a book left on the hall tall, Theo tossed it into the living.  Vanessa made no startling jumps or nothing.  Theo smiled more—and more pre-cum soiled his underwear.
	Denise made a quick return bearing his flute in its case with her.
	She was quickly “zapped”.  She slung her head, fluttered her eyes and looked as if though she were going to hurl chunks and or pass out.  At the last minute, though—she stood absolutely still.
	Theo sighed a sigh of relief and went to them.
	Doing all the waving his hand before their faces, pretend farting, sticking his tongue out in a sexual manner and then doing the Michael Jackson crotch grab assured Theo that his siblings were “under”.
	He left them temporarily to grab Trudy and bring her into the living room so as he could monitor her should she come around too soon.  Then, he stood before Vanessa.  He could have just as easily stood before Denise but he came to Vanessa first.  Again he reassured himself before “touching” her.
	With the assurance assured, Theo held his breath and stepped up extremely close to his thirteen year old sister.  His cock (exposed) touching her firstly.  Vanessa was a trendy girl, she liked good fashions and nothing tight—she preferred free flowing garments of both American designers as well as from her heritage of Africa.  Theo slipped his hands to his sister’s backside, then down inside her funky green slacks.
	His cock surged and yearned.  Despite a day of being at school, Vanessa smelled good.  Real good.  That only instigated Theo’s hormones to kick it into high gear.  He had about an hour and a half before their mother came home.  Theo moved to his knees, sliding his sister’s slacks down as he went.

	Light red very snug bikini panties.  Theo was in love—well, some semblance of love.  We’ll call it horndog love.  Perverted love?  Licking his lips he sat staring at his sister in her panties.  The desire to “jump her bones” reigned supreme within him and he was hard pressed to keep himself from doing just that.  He wasn’t all that certain for sure if at all he could actually get away with it—fucking his sisters.
	They would know.  He wasn’t an expert in the field of sex but he had ears and understand that a girl knew when she had been boned—especially for the first time.  Screwing his sisters would open a whole new world of problems.  He hoped that they would blame a Mind Device, someone unknown to them had zapped them and took pleasures.  There would be hell, though—the girls would be hurt and pissed while their single mother would be pissed—really-really pissed.
	He wondered casually if the family would suspect him.
	He had to think.  Clearly.  Could he be as pissed off about what had happened?  Could he pull it off, be supportive?  He didn’t know if he could act that good but he hoped that the other nifty accessory to the Device would help him in that particular manner.  Mind Erase.  He didn’t fully understand it but it apparently erased the short term memory thusly relieving the victim of knowing what had happened to them.
	Of course, they were zombiefied so they didn’t know what had happened to them to begin with!  It was kinda confusing, Theo knew that he had not quite unlocked ALL the neat functions of the Device, but the one(s) that he had were good enough (so far.)
	His fingers delved into the crack of Vanessa’s ass.  The “working” forced her panties down even more.  Theo starred at the poon.  It was lovely.  As lovely as any poon he had seen so far (since acquiring the Device.)  A light layering of poon fuzz there was.  Theo stared and stared and came to determine that his thirteen year old sister was NOT a virgin!  Hmmmmm
	Licking his lips Theo maneuvered Vanessa to the sofa.  It was an overstuffed piece of furniture and Theo gently positioned his sibling on her back, working her panties completely off and then opening her legs.  Down came his own pants, working them off his ankles.  Strands of his sperm dribbled all over and he lay on Vanessa, his cock pressing against her inviting cunt.
	He wondered who she had had sex with?  
	She hadn’t been “raped” by someone ELSE with a Minding Device had she?  Was the boy someone Theo knew?  Or was Vanessa one of these girls who got friendly with common vegetables?

	Theo’s cock grinded against Vanessa’s cunt, his balls pressed up against her taint; slowly his hands worked up under her blouse, squeezing her supple palm-sized titties.  He never realized when his cock slipped into the girl’s pussy.  The cunt muscles lovingly surrounded his prong and “natural instinct” put him into the groove that was fucking.
	Vanessa wasn’t totally “zombiefied.”  While being scrogged she made facial contortions, winced as his fifteen year old cock filled her cunny to the maximum fulfillment.  Her nipples grew very erect and Theo was drawn to them, suckling on them while he power fucked her.
	Suddenly a massive surge there was, seething through his loins until it blasted forth from his prick.  Arching his back he strained and flexed in an incredible bout of orgasmic bliss.  It was better than anything he could imagine.  And he imagined a lot!
	How long the orgasm lasted he didn’t know.  Didn’t care, either.  He strained, flexed, pumped, and did it all until his energy plummeted.  He sucked on Vanessa’s titties a bit more before pulling his prong out.  Even more cum squirted out, soiling all over Vanessa’s midriff.  
	No thoughts.  None were possible.  His balls were tingling as much as the head of his cock was and the shaft of his cock was tingling, too!  It was quite an experience and for sure as shit beat beating off!

	Only a few moments were needed to become re-energized.  He sat back on the overstuffed arm of the sofa checking out what he had done.  Vanessa remained steadfastly “asleep.”  His cum coated her pussy and had pooled down under her ass AND onto the cushion.
	SHIT!
	DOUBLE SHIT!
	Theo quickly pushed his sibling out of the way to see the “stain” on very expensive seat cushion fabric.  It didn’t matter WHO spilt the “whatever” to make the stain, EVERYONE would suffer an hellish scolding from their mother.
	So Theo did what most teens/children would do under the circumstances—he turned the cushion and went on!

	With Denise, Theo positioned her up against the back of the sofa, laying her over with her head on Vanessa’s body.  Diabolical Theo then pulled her baggy jeans down.  No panties.  Theo was awed.  ‘Kinky,’ he thought.  Squatting behind his big sister’s ass, he examined the crack, the hole, and dark chocolate brown snatch.

	He couldn’t tell for sure from the rear end angle if Denise was a virgin, he figured being sixteen and popular she wasn’t.  He smoothed his hand about her fleshy ass, it wasn’t one of those “tight” ass, it had some bounce to it and that was alright with Theo.
	When his cock was stiff (again) he brushed the super sensitive head up and down the crack and gash, he found himself poking her poop chute.  He had heard about “sex in the butt”, but mostly it was guys goofing and saying stupid shit like that.  Theo never really understood for certain what “sodomy” was or “taking it in the ass”.  For that matter, homos and queers, faggots, same sex lovers were all actually kind of elusive in true meaning.
	But, a “hole was a hole” and slowly he began forcing his cock into Denise’s black “hole.”

	Theo was pumping away nicely, straining to get his nut when he heard a car door slam.  
	A huge wad of cum spurted out of his cock as his heart sank to his knees.  He had lost track of time and his mother was home.  For some seconds he couldn’t find the Device.  All three of his sisters were in various stages of nudity, with Vanessa completely nude.  The form of their mother came to the double door, it was a beveled Italian imported door whereas it was a security door with glass inlay.
	Theo saw the Device on the end table.  He grabbed it and rolled under the ornate Japanese import coffee table and as his mother opened the door, zapped her.
	Claire Huxton shook off the first “zap” attack, then went zombie straight with the second.  Theo lay trembling in a swath of sweat, cum oozing out of his cock, his shoulder and knee hurting.  He gathered himself and then stood.  He was nude, cum dripping from his dick, his sisters naked or mostly naked, his mother standing straight and “locked.”
	Theo licked his lips and approached her…