August Moone Sagas
Book 6
Journeying
Chapter 43
And it just goes on and on and on…

A little touching never hurt anybody!
	It was still daylight and plenty of it and on pleading insistence from Ms. Arnold, Abe and Karl struck off once more in search of Hank and Carl.  Security Guard Bill Ruthefjord hadn’t returned, either.
	As they made their way thru the woods, Karl couldn’t help but feel that he was being “led.”  Abraham seemed to be in control, leading the way.  Not weapon one did Karl have on his person, a hunting knife but no match to a man wielding a shotgun!  He would have to keep his cool and be on guard—and wary—very-very wary.
	Along their way they came upon something of interest.  Naturally!

	A stream of water there was, there was an old abandoned campsite with only the remains of a picnic table and rock fireplace to make its place.  In facts, the whole area at one time had been home to several sites.  Why they were abandoned and no longer popular was not known.  There was a small one lane dirt road passing over the creek.  A huge dilapidated galvanized culvert ran under the road.  On the left of the road the creek had back up and formed a sort of pond.  On the right the creek plummeted at an increasing slant to at length form a thirty foot waterfall.
	At a small clearing where a trash can and Beware of Bears sign was sat parked an old truck.  Circa 1950s, Ford style.  In the pond frolicked some kids.  Naked kids.  Naturally!
	Watching over the kids was a man, tall, hairy back, in his mid 20s, long black hair to his shoulders.  He wore simple regular swim trunks.  The kids were two boys and two girls.  The boys were at 8 to 9 yrs young.  The girls were much younger at merely 2 and 3 years.
	The man seemed nervous, looking around in such a manner to indicate that he was nervous.  He kept the kids from going out to the deepest part and mostly kept the two young girls from doing so.  The two young girls, though, were mostly interested in plucking up small rocks  and chucking them in every direction.

	At length it seemed time to go.  “We got to get back.” said the man.  It didn’t seem likely that the children were his, but could be.  He hustled the nude chit’lins to the truck where the boys hurried into the cab.  The cab was crammed with blankets and sleeping bags and general crap.  The boys began drying themselves while the man took care of drying the girls.  It was then the man’s true colors showed…
	While drying the girls—together—the man seriously copped a feel of the girls’ bodies; specifically their ass and poon.  The man took careful care to look about before doing such and it did appear that he was merely drying them off.  But it was so noted by Abe & Karl that the man had a boner raging.  His dark green swim trunks did little to hide his throbbing manhood; he laid one girl (the two year old) down and opened her legs…
	The boys were being boys giggling and drying themselves off, drinking a soda and munching on chips.  The man pulled his prick out from his swim trunks at the leg opening and laid it against the two year old’s pussy.  He then began to hump, locking her ankles together, pushing the little legs back and grinding to beat all (get off) between those upraised little legs.
	Then, as it was apparent that he was about to “cum”, he beckoned for one of the boys.  The boys joshed one another, shoving and being typical boys “you do it” “nut uh, your turn”  “no way, I did last time” and so on.
	It was the oldest boy who laid himself down on the piled bedding and somewhat so on the little girl being scrogged.  The man pumped faster, furiouser and made the appropriate sounds of cumming off.  As he did so, the nine year old boy lapped out the jutting juices straight from the tap!  He also licked up the spillage from the little girl’s belly, chest, and pussy.  The young adult man leaned back against the open door of the pickup, stroking his prick and fondling his balls.  The other little girl sitting on the driver’s step sat fingering herself and not aware of the “naughtiness” was soon directed to take over stroking duties.
	After the young boy had licked and cleaned up all the spilled cum he returned to playing/shoving his brother.  The man (uncle) put part of his cock into the two year old’s mouth, masturbating and very determined to cum (again).  All the while he fingered the first girl’s pussy…

	The uncle DID cum, a massive wad of sticky milky cum.  The jizum spewed into the two year old’s mouth, coating her chin and dripping down her chest.  Several moments were needed before the man could regain himself.  He called for the other boy to cum (come) lick the little girl clean, as the boy did so the man rubbed/caressed the lad’s ass…

	Unable to penetrate the girls due to their extreme youngness, the uncle took pleasures entering the boys.  The second boy laid lengthwise along the well worn green vinyl seat licking off the fresh spilled sperm from his baby sister.  His uncle caressed him, lightly slapping his ass and fingering his hole.  The boy’s brother repositioned himself virtually laying on the three year old cousin.  He parted his own cheeks and his uncle (after making a security check) put himself into the boy and fucked him.
	When he had cum and cum and cum—it was the boy’s brother who had the disgusting task of licking the uncle’s cream from the fresh fucked glory hole.  He also sucked on the knob of his still amazingly hard uncle, sucked on the man’s balls and then entered into a 69er on the seat with his brother.
	The uncle picked up the three year old and slipped her panties on.  He dressed her up completely then dressed the two year old.  The two boys happily sucked off one another all the while.

	Karl was surprised that Abe didn’t want to “get involved.”  Was it because the children were too young?  The girls anyways, but the boys?  Abe liked boys—and Karl tended to lean that way, too.  The man they had spied on fully reamed out the boy he was reaming.  He shot wads of man juice all over the boy’s bare bum—this while the lads were sucking each other.  They all dressed proper and the man fired up the truck and drove off.
	Back at the bus site all was well, tense, but well.  There still was no sign of the missing, now including the security guard.  With the knowledge of knowing that Jeanette Arnold liked masturbating boys, Karl wondered.  Could she handle Karl’s “liking” of girls?  Could she handle his very unnatural desires?  Could she handle him with the possession of an EMAD?
	“Them boys are cute, but I like the girls better.” he said in a passing statement.  It caught the English woman off-guard.  She gave him a startled look, Karl fondled the EMAD he had in his pocket, if need be, he’d use it against her.  He kinda-sorta wanted to do so anyways, to strip her down and waylay that fine ass with his hand, belt, cock, and tongue!
	Karl tried to calm the woman’s fears but it was clear that she was close to overreacting and denying.
	“It didn’t happen,” she said, “I-I, you saw wrong, I didn’t, I couldn’t, I cant!” she stood and stepped away.  
	Karl thumbed the EMAD.
	“Would you feel differently if you were to act on what you “didn’t” do while not under your own power?”

	Jeanette turned to him, there was pure fright in the woman’s English face.  She searched for the answer, clenching her fist.
	“I say, it would be better for you if you were pressed into acting with the boys; I mean, if you were FORCED somehow, someway, to carry on with the young lads of my class and do things unnaturally with them and it was deemed NOT your fault due to an EMAD or such, then it would be better, right?
	Though she didn’t out and out say so directly, the English woman closed her eyes and nodded ever so slightly.
	Karl smiled.

*

Signs of a prospering civilization
	Peach Tree was growing.  Not by leaps and bounds, but it was growing.  Mayor Forrest was proud of the town’s inhabitants, the former desolate-desert town had sprung to life.  He only hoped that the former residents would not return and be pissed about it.
	All the original buildings were being renewed—occupied and put to use.  The private homes, too.  New life was being brought into the desert town, it was inevitable with all the fucking going on.  There were no morals in Peach Tree, none.  Mayor Forrest and the rest of the residents were good to go with that—and even those who didn’t soon came around to adopt the total lack of morals (one way or another.)
	After the last batch of Newbies had arrived—Jack and Jill, Devin James and his sister Jolene, and the novice nun, Arynn, four months elapsed before new newbies arrived.  Arynn, who had been severely sexually tortured slowly came around to being ok.  Forrest had to spend quite some time dinking with her mind—destroying those dark recessed images that soiled her mind and caused her to be “zombiefied.”  She was a good fuck and only Forrest, Austin, and Ted fucked her.  She soon opened and operated a quaint flower shop—mostly cacti of this and that in various pottery pots.
	Jack and Jill continued to be an “item” and continued to “mingle” with DJ and his sister, Jolene.  The group also “mingled” with the rest of the Peach Tree residents and soon did so to the newest newcomers.
	Here’s their story:

A long time cumming…
	A festering desire there was, solely for one particular person.  He had “desires” for many of his fellow classmates—the females, but he was a social outcast, a “wallflower”.  There was one, though, he tempted him and they had become an “item.”  But the relationship never went beyond the simple handholding.  It was more of a strong friendship and not one of the typical “boyfriend/girlfriend”.
	So, Grey Noddy festered.
	After high school he served some years in the military—and festered.
	After military service he entered into college—and festered.
	He missed a few reunions in the meantime—and festered.
	At length, though, he made one of the high school reunions, but the one he pined for was not there.  It was learned that the one he festered for had married and had kids.  She had never attended any of the previous reunions.
	He festered.  And festered.  And festered.
	The festering soon turned into an obsession.
	The obsession led to…

	The 25 yr. reunion came at the end of summer and Grey was overjoyed with glee to learn Leah was at last attending.  The reunion was rather lame in comparison to the previous reunions.  The two old friends chatted and learned all of what had been going on in their lives since high school.  Grey learned that he wanted his former girlfriend more than ever and by all means he would not be denied!
	It would be months, though, before his vile plan could be put into action.  Vile?  Of course!  Retribution divided by Desire times Festering equaled Vile!
	The long months only added to the Festering.
	Then, success!
	The long drive to Leah’s home in the northern part of the state added to the festering plan.  He would not be denied!  
	And he wasn’t.

	Separated from her husband Leah continued her daily routines.  At home with her were two of her three offspring, Benny (Ben) and Laura.  First born was an asshole like his father and was off on his own in some forgotten region of the country.  The hubby was in a midlife crisis and doing so elsewhere as Leah had had enough of his midlife crisis bullshit.

	Benny was fifteen.  Laura was eighteen.  Benny hated school and life in general.  He missed his asshole father and more so his asshole older brother.  It was complicated—at times the two who were no longer in the house were missed, except when they were being assholes.
	Thankfully Leah’s asshole husband wasn’t too much of an asshole and continued paying the mortgage on the home.  It was deemed that he probably wouldn’t be out of the house for long, but…
	Leah had once worked as a secretary, part-time but lacked any other proper job-market skills other than housewife/mother.  Her inert skills for virtual survival would come into play soon enough.
	In the daily chores there were getting grumpy unhappy children off to school.  High school was a real drag and neither Benny or Laura cared for it; Laura had cooled her jets about her bitching of school as soon she would be free and clear of the drudgery and off to her own pursuits (whatever the hell those were!)  Benny, however, was stuck with several more years of schooling.  He ditched a lot as there was nothing that high school had to offer him that encouraged him or intrigued him.
	After the kids were off, time to watch some early morning talk shows to get the latest poop on her was getting married, pregnant, committing suicide, or sleeping around.
	After the afternoon news it was do the dishes that the dishwasher didn’t do, straighten the beds, collect clothes, light snooping for drugs, water the plants, feed the fish, clean the fish tank, and by 1PM finally get dressed!
	By two she had gotten the daily mail, watered outside plants, and contemplated the mysteries of her life.  In the mail were coupons for dry cleaning, a car wash, and cents off cereal.  A credit card application, phone bill, credit card bill, bank statement.
	After sorting the mail she got herself a glass of tea, sat at the kitchen table to consider the new credit card application and contemplate those mysteries of life when…

	To describe it she couldn’t.  At first it was like a heat wave, something very much like a hot breath of air breathing over her entire body as if she were naked.  
	Then she was dizzy.  Lightheaded.  So much so that she very nearly collapsed off of the chair and onto the floor.  (and she wasn’t so sure that she hadn’t!  She tried shaking off the happening and then as suddenly as it had occurred—it stopped.  A new sensation arrived and she couldn’t explain that, either.

	Leah soon found herself standing in her bedroom.  She had been in her kitchen, then…
	There was the acute awareness of NOT being alone.
	There was a shadowy figure closing the blinds and drawing the drapes.  Leah felt uncomfortable and unable to move—accept when commanded to do so.
	Then she knew.
	She had just become a statistic, a victim of someone with an EMAD.

	“Take off your clothes.” A voice invaded her mind.  She heard the words and understood them but in no way was she going to comply.  Then she saw her hands moving, undoing the top three buttons to her green short sleeved top.  She couldn’t communicate to her hands to STOP!  She couldn’t move, she couldn’t speak; there was nothing, nothing that she could do.
	There were some emotions to be sure but somehow she managed to keep them in check.  Whether on her own or not she wasn’t sure.  Her top came off and dropped to the floor followed by her bra.  She then was told to stand still—she knew then that the shadowy figure was “checking her out.”
	“Continue.” said the figure after about a minute.  
	Leah struggled to maintain herself as well as try and NOT comply.
	She found that in NOT complying there was an incredible force overwhelming, crushing her.  Compliance was better.  She still resisted (if only for show…)
	Her pair of simple around-the-house tennis shoes were slipped off and then she lowered her non-dress dress around-the-house dress slacks (also green.)  With the slacks at her ankles she stood, pausing while the Shadowy Intruder checked her out again.
	Green stripped panties.  Hi-cut.  Snug fitting.
	The next commands came, ‘step out of the pants’ followed by ‘take off your panties.’
	Leah almost lost control of herself.  She couldn’t help it.  She clenched her body and fist and struggled with herself.  Ultimately, though, she stepped out of her pants and rolled her panties down.
	Once nude she was directed to get onto her bed.
	More struggling, clenching, and defying.
	Ultimately, though…

	“Do you like it?”
	“Fuck you!” 
	The Intruder chuckled and pounded his cock HARD into her womanly cunny.  She had been well fucked by her hubby, but she didn’t have a sloppy cunt.  Her new lover was determined and after ogling her pussy delved his fingers and then tongue to it—before shaving it!
	He shaved her pussy!  He did!
	Unknown to Leah, too, the new lover himself had no pubes, either!
	It was purely for safety purposes—lessoning the “evidence” factor.  (no pubes meant no DNA trace.)  he also had spermicide and other “cleaning” methods to make his vile act less vile and clean.  EMAD or no, evidence tracing was bad.)  (providing that you didn’t slip off into a parallel universe or something…)
	Anyways, after shaving Leah, the Intruder mounted her for a delicious long enduring fuck.
	For a new lover, he wasn’t bad.  Leah struggled again but this time against enjoying the fuck.  The man strangely tantalized her cunny like her husband USED to do.  She suspected her husband was probably balling his secretary or some other bimbo.  
	Her new lover made love the old fashioned way, slow.  He took his time, pulled his masterful dong out and humped on her quivering quim, plunged it back in and continued slow pacing until at last there was the inevitable dog-rabbit run.
	Surprising, Leah got into it—she’d be pissed later, but to have her pussy thrilled like it hadn’t been in so long was something she couldn’t deny.  She flailed about some but was brought to the brink of extreme ecstasy and fucked back!
	Her new lover ploughed her pussy driving her over the edge of orgasmic bliss.  The intensity was incredible.  Beyond incredible.  Most orgasms last a few seconds.  Really.  Leah’s toes clenched, she wrapped her legs about her new lover, thrashing her head about, noting the ticking hand of the alarm clock on the nightstand.  Several seconds “ticked” by, the orgasm lasting almost more than she could stand.  It was the most enjoyment she had ever experienced.
	Finally it subsided.  It took awhile for Leah, her lover, of course, had an almost immediate decrease in sexual bliss.  He came (and came and came and came) before SLOWLY plummeting to a satisfying climatic ending.
	The man lay on her, massaging her B32s, sucking on her shoulder and struggling to recover.  Leah missed her chance to take advantage, she lay in sweat, sex sweat, exhausted from the ten minute fuck.

 	“Something I’ve always wanted to know.” said the man after he had sufficiently recovered and regain control.  He lay straddling Leah, it was dimly lit in the room—shades/blinds/curtains/drapes shut & drawn.  The bedroom door was open and only a nightlite illuminated the room.
	“You and your brothers, you ever get pegged by them?”
	The question exploded into Leah’s mind.
	“Who are you?” 
	For a moment the new lover was a little worried.  Was he broaching territory that would cause her to be more aware of him, or of who he was?  That wouldn’t be good.  
	A few minute adjustments to the voice warbler were made before proceeding.  An increase in the EMAD that dolled out “Discomfort” was made, too.
	“Did you and your brothers fool around?” was asked again.
	At first Leah flung her head in refusal to answer.
	Then,
	“YES!” 
	“Turn over.” The new lover told her.  He raised up some and Leah semi reluctantly rolled over.  The man moved down her body, sitting on the area behind her legs.  He then began to earnestly massage her ass.  That was followed up by parting the cheeks and fingering her very virgin asshole.
	“The boys ever poke your backdoor?”
	Leah struggled to comprehend.  She shook her head No.  
	The Invader accepted her No, but didn’t believe it.  Her ass was caressed more, squeezed, smack and then…
	“All the way up.” said the man repositioning Leah on the bed; her ass up in the air, pillows off the bed, face down on the bed.  She assumed that she was going to be heavily pounded in the asshole.
	Nope!
	Something prior to that phenomenon.
	“Resistance is futile!” the man said and walloped Leah’s ass HARD with a belt.  Leah arched her back and reeled in the sudden painful assault to her ass—so much so that proceeding beltings had to be halted while the Intruder secured her.
	Leah’s ankles were spread out and tied to the wooden posts at the foot of the bed.  Her wrists were done likewise to the headboard posts.  A gag also had to be used to keep her screams to a dull roar.  Then the belting continued…

	Only a few smacks, just enough to redden the ass and thighs.  Then the Intruder intruded her “backdoor.”  Leah struggled greatly with the anal penetration—that was more of a vile invasion than the rape!  The more she thrashed about, though, the more it enthused her new lover.
	Penetrating her virgin anus, however, wasn’t a smooth move—tightly she clenched her hole shut—but the Intruder had a hard determined schlong and forced his way in.  With just the “head” in he pulled out, smacked Leah’s searing ass flesh then made return entry for a nice five minute anal fuck.

	The Intruder’s balls slapped in a hurried rhythm, sweat flung everywhere and cum leaked from Leah’s pussy and asshole.  Steam erupted from Leah’s funk hole and there was great discomfort there, too.
	The Intruder pulled free after his orgasm and what he did for the next few minutes Leah had no idea, she was at the verge of passing out.  Collapsing onto her bed was all she could do.  Her mind was frapped, she couldn’t think straight—at times she conjured up her husband, but that was all—HE was all.  NO one else filled her mind.
	Hmmmm
	Then, Leah was being turned over, the bindings to her ankles removed one at a time to be repositioned.  Then her ankles.  The man sat on her chest undoing her ankles, his cock was awful, freshly pulled from her shit hole and still spewing bits of cum.  She feared he would make her suck it.
	Thankfully he didn’t.  He left her naked and secured to the bed and entered her master bath.  She heard him at the toilet, peeing!  He farted and then apparently was washing his hands at the sink!  Moments later he appeared and for a moment—for a mere moment her mind was clear.  During that time there was recognition.  
	Someone she knew.  She thought.  Her mind wasn’t THAT clear, but she thought she knew who the man was!  She wasn’t sure, though.  
	The man was washing off his nude body with a washrag, then did like same to hers.  He took his time soothing her body with the wet cloth, Leah’s mind began to cloud as she didn’t understand what was happening.  How did he know she had brothers?  Why had he asked if she had ever had sex with them?
	In the space if time of her wondering mind the man/Intruder had remounted her and inserted his cock.  A few quick pumps and he was once more on his way.  Leah was responded differently than she had the first time; more resistant to the forces of orgasmic pull (and pleasure.)

	Then, right at the apex of the man’s ability to make her cum whether she wanted to or not, she heard the front door slam.  The Intruder heard it, too.
	The man flew off of Leah, giving her a bad look if she said anything to alert the “intruder.”  He himself slipped into a dark corner by the open door.  Footsteps were heard coming down the hall.
	“Hey, mom, are we going to--” a young boy’s voice was suddenly halted by what he saw in his mother’s room.  “What the--”
	There was no time to gather enough information on what was going on, or to be allowed to.  The nude man with cum dripping from his schlong stepped out from behind the door.  He now carried a handgun.
	Waving the gun young fifteen year old troublesome Benny stepped to the foot of his mother’s bed.  He quickly shot her looks—some to ensure that she was okay (alive) and others to gather as much information about her nudity as possible.  All of which resulted in a massive bulge in his pants.
	“Take off your clothes.” said the nude man.
	The boy looked defiant but wise undressed; with his mother tied up and the man holding the gun it seemed the better thing to do.
	With the boy naked he was told to stand with legs apart, hands to his side.  The gun wielding man stepped forward.  “You make any move at all and your both dead—starting with your mother.” then, “if you think you can out maneuver me, go ahead—give it a try.” he waited a moment but the boy wisely remained still.
	“Good boy.”
	The man looked over the young teen’s body, he was light brown haired, blue eyes, pretty good shape but not well built athletically speaking.  He was a little too skinny, not too tall, and clumsy for most sports.  He wasn’t interested in sports, either.  He did have a nice cock, though.  It was a typical six-incher, but thick and meaty with a nice set of blond pubes.
	“Turn around.” the Intruder told him.	Benny obeyed.  He was further ordered to put his hands on the dresser and step back some.  Benny complied and was very uncomfortable—and vulnerable.  He knew that the nude Intruder was “checking him out” and he didn’t care for it.
	Then the nude Intruder was caressing his ass!  When Benny objected, “Hey!” and whirled around—he found himself suddenly on the floor reeling in incredible pain.  Leah wrestled on the bed crying out for her son.  The nude Intruder grabbed up a holt of the boy’s thick hair, “Listen to me, punk,” he gruffed, “if’in you do that again, I’ll cram this (indicating the handgun) into your mother’s cunt and fire off a few rounds!”
	Benny lost it.  He cried, heaved, and lost complete control of himself.

 	When Benny had finally regained control of himself, he was once more directed into position—hands on the dresser, feet wide apart.  The nude Intruder then began caressing the boy’s ass.
	“Get away from him!” yelled Leah.  To wit (which) the nude Intruder merely smiled and shoved the barrel of his handgun (the other handgun) into the boy’s ass.
	“Now YOU behave or I’ll fire a few rounds off in HIS ass!”
	Leah took her turn to heave, cry, and carry on.  Benny clutched the dresser and was sodomized firstly by the hard metal of the handgun and then by the hard fleshy cock of the nude Intruder.  While having his hole reamed, Benny’s cock got hard (again) and the nude Intruder fondled it, worked it, tugged on the teen’s balls then stopped his pumping to turn the boy around.  The handgun was placed up between the boy’s legs, poking into the fresh fucked asshole.
	“Behave and you’ll be able to walk tomorrow.” smiled the man and then he promptly devoured the boy’s cock.
	Leah was heaving and retching so that she began to throw up.
	The nude Intruder detected that if it weren’t for the presence of his mother on the bed to see him being sucked off, he would enjoy it.  And would enjoy it more if there wasn’t a cold hard steel object lodge up into his rectum, too.
	The nude Intruder, though, didn’t bring young Benny to orgasm.  He was saved from that deed to have his MOTHER suck him off.  Leah retched more and Benny wasn’t sure how he was supposed to react.  The handgun was still up inside Benny’s asshole, his cock in his mother’s mouth.
	“Suck him off, make him cum.” said the nude man.  
	Benny sat on his knees by his nude mother’s side, his average schlong pulsing and throbbing, tingling.  It was vile, he didn’t want to have his cock sucked off—not by his mother anyways.  He shut his eyes tight and tried not to reel in the fact that his mother was blowing him.  The nude man was nuzzled right up against the boy, the gun barrel still up in his hole.  The nude man also had a holt of the boy’s balls.
	“I’m gonna ask you a couple of questions,” said the man into Benny’s ear, “and yer gonna fucking answer them truthfully or…” and he wiggled the gun barrel in Ben’s hole.  “Unnerstand?”
	Benny screwed up his face, shed some tears and was pissed and scared at the same time.
	“Good boy.
	Leah sucked on her fifteen year old son’s cock trying to imagine that it was someone else’s—and not her husband’s, either!

	First Question:
	“Your sister ever suck your cock?”
	Answer:  “Yes.”
	Next question:
	“You brother ever suck your cock?”
	Answer:  “No.”
	“You ever suck your two older brothers?”
	Answer:  “Yes.”
	“Your brothers fuck you in the ass?”
	“Yes.”
	“You ever get to fuck your brothers?”
	“Yes.”
	“You and your brothers fuck your sister?”
	“Yes.”
	“Fuck her in the ass?”
	“Yes.”
	“When was the last time you fucked your brothers?”
	“Last week.”
	“Your sister involved?”
	“Yes.”
	“Do you like LITTLE girls?”
	“NO!”
	“Little BOYS?”
	“FUCK YOU!”
	Wrong answer.
	Benny was thrown to the floor and beaten with the belt.  With his ankles locked by the strong nude man, the belt assailed his bare vulnerable ass until it nearly bled.  Then, he was grabbed by the hair of his head and positioned onto the bed—onto his mother.  More specifically between his mother’s legs.
	All thru the questioning, his mother had heard.  She was retching at the admissions from her son.  The boy had struggled answering but there were mixed emotions—being sucked off and a gun up his ass.
	He hadn’t cum off, though.  He rubbed his blistered ass as he lay on his mother’s nude body.  The nude man lay on top of him, “we’re gonna have some fun now!”

	Benny grunted as his cock slid into his mother’s cunt.
	The nude Intruder grunted as HIS cock slid into Benny…
	Leah grunted as her son entered her womanness and under the weight of the two on top of her.  The nude man cooed to Benny on what he was to do—which was to simply fuck.  The nude man himself remained locked into position being pleased as the boy beneath did all the work.
	Benny was flummoxed—there was some pleasure from his cock’s pumping action into his mother; there was some discomfort from the Intruder’s cock residing in his asshole!
	“Do you like fucking your mother?” the nude man asked in whisper.
	Benny wouldn’t answer, he was pissed.  He couldn’t stop pumping, though.  
	At length the nude Intruder eased off and sat back to ogle his handiwork.  Benny continued pumping—the scene of the boy’s cock slamming into his mother’s cunt pleased the Intruder greatly.  The slapping balls, pussy juices flowing, all of it.
	Finally the boy began to cum.  The Intruder caressed the boy’s ass as he did so; slapping it getting off as the boy “got off.”  The boy pumped dramatically, flexing and “rabbit” fucking—just like he did his sister and brothers!
	The Intruder (nude) sat back again, watching as the young teen’s cum filled his mother’s quim and flowed out.
	“Mother fucker!” bitched the boy as his energy was zapped.
	“Naw, YOUR’RE the mother fucker!”

	After a few minutes of mother and son crying and carrying on, the Intruder continued.  The nude man directed the boy to put his face to his mother’s cunt.  “I’ll give you a choice,” he said, “lick your mom’s cunt clean or suck my cock!”
	Benny hurled.  He retched and heaved and then hurled.  The day’s school lunch quickly spewed from his mouth in great heaves, shooting over the edge of the bed just missing his mother’s body.  Leah was fit to be tied—and she was!
	After Benny finally finished puking he was simply put to the task of cleaning his mother’s cunt.  While doing so he got hard again.  The nude Intruder was, too.  After Leah’s shaven cunt was clean of spunk matter the boy was put to putting his cock into his mother’s asshole.
	“You fuck your sister and brothers in the ass?” he was asked again.

	Benny rubbed his heaving belly, screwed up his face and nodded that it was so.  Leah floundered on the bed at the admission.  Benny was close to balling.  The Intruder rolled Leah to her side, her ass to her son.
	“Get it up her ass.” the Intruder said.  
	Benny gulped and slowly eased his teen hood into his mother’s dirt chute.  After the boy was in and steadily pumping, the Intruder stuffed himself into Leah’s cunt.  Double teaming!

	When he wasn’t thinking of how vile it was to plug his own mother’s poop chute, Benny seemed to enjoy himself.  With a hand on his mother’s hip the boy concentrate solely on the act of humping to cum—and right as he was doing so—
	“Oh my God!” Laura, the sister, was at the open door.
	She was at first confused and only a little horrified.  She had no idea what exactly was going on—was it consensual or something else.  She freaked and was stunned.  It was all the time the nude Intruder needed to grab his handgun and “other” weapon.
	“GET IN HERE!” he growled.  He hated having his sex interrupted.
	“Take off your clothes—and join us.”
	Laura grabbed her stomach, she knew what was going on AND it wasn’t good (or consensual.)  

	Unlike her brother, Laura undressed without complaint.  She didn’t snivel, heave, throw a fit, or defy.  She hesitated but understood that the situation was hopeless.  She stripped to her red tinted panties and made some turns for the Intruder.  
	“You suck your brother’s cock?” the man asked boldly.
	Laura choked at the sudden bold question.  She gulped, eyes of brown bulged, mouth open agape.
	“It’s okay,” the man said, “we already know the answer.” he then smiled, “I just want confirmation.  Yes or No?”
	Laura gulped and shook her head in the No, but answered verbally “yes.”  The “yes” of course was barely audible…
	“You and your brother fuck?  On a regular basis?”
	Laura was confused, what was the purpose of the interrogation?  She was just about at the limit of maintaining composure.  
	The nude Intruder told her “go on and take your panties down, slowly.”
	Laura clenched up, squeezed her eyes tight and pushed her panties down.

	On her knees she faced her brother who stood before her.  The washcloth that had been used earlier she was allowed to “clean” his cock and balls before sucking it.  She knew how, too.  Leah flung about on the bed, stretching to the limit the bindings that bound her.  Laura cupped her brother’s balls and clenched his ass as she sucked him.
	The boy tried to hold off cumming in his sister’s mouth, that didn’t last long and he blew a massive wad into her gullet.  He kept pumping until he was “dry.”  Laura gobbled his dong not letting any of his yummy juices go to waste.  For a moment she forgot herself, where she was and what was going on.  She fingered her pussy and made “yummy” sounds as she gobbled.  Benny, too, forgot himself and ran his hands thru his sister’s hair, fucking her face until he was spent.
	No sooner had Laura “swallowed” and tried to recover than did ANOTHER cock did she have to suck.  It was MUCH bigger than her brother’s; it filled her mouth (and then some) and pulsed as it did so.  Laura gagged some, choked, but didn’t retch.  She sucked the cock and subsequently drained it.
	When the cocksucking was completed, the Intruder directed Laura up onto the bed with her face down onto her mother’s quim.  Laura needed some “convincing” to comply—the convincing came in the way of a rash spanking with the hand and then the belt.  

	Benny stood at the side of the bed with an amazing boner raging—watching as his sister tongued clean their mother’s cunt.  Leah wriggled and was not pleased by the illicit incestuous homosexual act (her nipples were hard, though!)
	After Laura had sufficiently cleaned up all the spilled spunk she was put into a new position—which was to 69 her mother, with a twist.  Laura planted her slightly furry snatch onto her mother’s face, legs straddled out, her own face back down onto her mother’s quim.  Then, brother Benny with a raging boner got up behind his sister and made vaginal entry.  His mother below goaded into sucking on his balls and watching extremely up close and personal as his cock fucked her daughter.
	Meanwhile, the nude Intruder re-stuffed himself into Leah’s cunt, pulling out a time or two to stuff himself into Laura’s mouth.
	Leah wriggled continuously beneath them all, Benny gripped his sister’s ass and concentrated on fucking; his bum bouncing against the wooden headboard; Laura’s legs up along the boy’s chest, her feet planted on the wall.  They rocked the bed until massive wads of cum spewed everywhere…

	Benny came first.  He made a lot of noise about it, too.
	Grey wasn’t sure, but he thought Leah came nextly.  He filled Laura’s mouth, shooting a huge wad down her throat.  Before his cock died out he made entry into Leah’s cunt and pumped vigorously until done and done.

	There was more.  Grey was long from finished.  He showered, taking the kids with him.  In the master shower he took his turn pegging Laura’s ass while Benny stood before her groping her titties and peeing on her.
	After the showering and subsequent drying, the kids were moved back into the bedroom.  Benny with still an amazing raging hard-on re-mounted his mother.  He had been asked in a whisper while being dried off and sucked on by his sister in the bathroom:  “Who would you rather fuck, your mom or your sister?”
	Benny struggled to answer.  He had no definitive answer, really; both were good and he enjoyed doing them.  He knew that (prior to being forced by the nude Intruder) getting it on with his mom wasn’t going to happen.  Pegging his sister was easier and while doing so in whatever hole he was in at the time—he conjured up his mother…
	While Benny once more fucked his mom, Laura was positioned at a bedroom chair; on her knees, elbows on the seat, legs open.  The nude Intruder caressed the ass, smacking and loving on it before taking his belt to it.  
	Laura thrashed about some, whimpering and carrying on; if she moved too much or failed to sit still or moved to put her hand to protect her dainty ass—she was beaten harder.
	Her mother was freaking out at the rash beating of her daughter, Benny wasn’t too keen on it, either.  The nude Intruder finally dropped the belt and got to his knees behind the tormented girl, poking her smoldering funk hole before sliding into her cunny.  Doggie-style!
	Benny continued screwing his mom until he was spent.
	Grey ploughed Laura until HE was spent.
	Laura tweaked her own nipples and let flow her own juices (until SHE was spent…)
	Grey continued his work with the family, breaking down their barriers of morals and decency and adopting almost 100 percent willingly the incestuous way of life.  Benny and Laura had no prob fooling around with one another; engaging sexually with their mother was a little more difficult to accept and adopt.  Their mother, too, had some difficulty adopting the new way of life.  She did, though, and Grey was pleased.

	After hours of intense sex, spankings, showerings, and repeatings, Grey and the Capejoy family he was destroying, rested.  Their rest was interrupted by the intrusion of minotaurs.  A band of the ruffin mythical beats were suddenly dispersed throughout the neighborhood area.  Hurriedly Grey assembled the nude Capejoy family and hustled them into his vehicle.  Their next stop was Peach Tree.   

*

“Over the river and thru the woods…”
	It seemed like forever—just staring at her with her clothes off.  It was a dream cum true.  He was enamored with the young girl, and with the situation the way it was he felt that he had time, plenty of time to do the dirty deed he had so long waited for.
	But still he waited.  Not for security or fear; but simply to take in the girl (of his dreams?)  She had always dressed smartly and teased him (without knowing).  She had always smelled good, had a delightful laugh, and was extremely cute.  It gave him cause to live.
	Laying her out nakedly on her own clothes Karl Galong caressed the nude girl, his eyes having took her in he allowed his fingers to do same.  Just a light covering of blond pubes concealed her snatch.  In the classroom he had had not the time to dawdle or take the time that he wanted (or desired.)  he had longed to take Amber Holdsem to himself, to his home, his bedroom…
	Long had he thought of taking ALL the girls of his class somewhere where he could strip ‘em, spank ‘em, and then fuck ‘em without repercussions of any sort.  
	There was the business of the missing boys, Carl and Hank, and the overdue security turd Ruthefjord.  It was unknown what the fuck had happened to them; Karl did not know very much about the black man only that he was the top security fuck for the school.  Now he was “missing”, overdue, and whatever.
	For a time, before Karl began mind tapping his class AND Ms. Arnold, he lightly searched the perimeter of the bus site.  He casually thought Ruthefjord was probably hiding.  Abe “disappeared”, too, returning a few minutes later saying “go ahead.”  As Karl did so, Abe disappeared again.  Karl waited and while in the bus itself took pleasures as he put his students under his control…

	One student at a time.  Amber was first.  The rest waited in a dull state of “being” outside, including Ms. Arnold and the bus’ driver, Steve Javier.  Karl didn’t know what to do with Steve, he’d deal with that bridge when he crossed it.  Back to Amber.
	Inside the bus he more put Amber into his desires.  Once the mind controllers were set up securely outside the class was once more completely put into a dull state and were controllable.  Then, one by one they were to be brought into the bus for more extra curricular attention.
	Karl slowly undressed Amber taking almost as many as five minutes to get her just to her purple panties.  He hugged her, sucked on her budding breasts, caressed her ass and squeezed it.  He himself was already naked and he cared not if dozens of security fucks should suddenly jump him.
	He would prefer his “subjects” to be more “aware” and show more signs of life other than blinking their eyes and breathing.  But that was a security risk and a function not yet quite available on the EMADs at his disposal.
	Slowly ever so slowly he rolled Amber’s purple undies down, slowly revealing her lovely nudity.  He felt his cock surge and nearly cum off as her delightful pussy was revealed to him.  Caressing her bare ass skin his balls cinched up and pressed the desire to him to FUCK HER!
	But he took his time.  After stripping her nude he gently laid her out on the green vinyl seat of the school bus.  Parting her legs he took a long-long gander at her pussy.  It seemed different somehow, to be out of the classroom environment and in a more secure (sorta secure) locale.
	With trembling fingers he gouged the young cunny, then he applied his tongue and spent several minutes just licking, lapping, and sucking.  That was soon replaced with his cock.  He moved up the girl’s body pressing his manhood against her cunny.  Amber lay still and unaware.  He did so want her to be more alive, more aware.  He didn’t want to hurt her, not really; but he wanted to have her to his own—to spank her, pee on her, shoot loads of his jiz down her throat, spank her some more and most assuredly fuck her pussy and asshole.
	His cock was big, too big really to make proper vaginal entry, or even anal entry.  But he would not be denied.  With extreme care he rubbed the fully engorged head of his cock against Amber’s smooth virginal poon.  He so did want to roll her over and spank her ass raw, then plunge into her equally tight virginal asshole.
	He settled for fucking her pussy.

	Amber did make facial expressions of distress as Karl’s cock made entry into her sex.  Not full entry but just the head.  With extreme care he pushed further inward and then out.  Against the entrance of her love canal he humped, grinding hard thinking of what girl in his class would he not care if he hurt.  Bonnie?  Carlie?  Julie?  Lee Ann?  Leanna?  Sally?  Tammy?  Trela?
	Of the boys taking them in the ass he had no worries or concerns, each one he would breech whether there was discomfort or not.
	Back into Amber he went, sweat rolling off of his nude body.  Amber had ceased making faces and grimaces; but as his cock once more made vaginal entry she resumed screwing up her face.  Karl made a little more entry and was satisfied.  It was then he wished that she was NOT a virgin so as she could take him fully on.
	He then thought of the boys.  Could he get one of the boys to break her in for him?  Just one fuck, maybe two and her pussy would be ready for his manly manhood.  
	As he contemplated, he made more vaginal entry…

	Her pussy was tight.  Snug.  He guessed that her asshole would be just as pleasing.  With a sufficient amount of lube juice from her broken cunny, Karl finger fucked Amber’s asshole, driving his finger DEEP into her anus with her legs locked at the ankles above her.  The girl whom he fingered twisted some, wriggled and whined.  She was still controllable and Karl was still intrigued.
	Still, though, he didn’t really want to hurt her, not Amber.  He thought of another girl who better serve him for his intense sexual lust.  Julie?  Trela?  Tammy?
	He made an attempt to bugger the girl, but like her pussy, he was only to make head-way…
	As for spanking, he put the girl into position with her knees on the floor and lay down on the seat; Karl then assailed the young girl’s ass with his hand.  After several mighty smacks and the girl showing more and more signs of “coming around” Karl made another anal attempt.
	There was more success and with the heat from the girl’s searing ass Karl was more enthused than ever and made a more determined “push” into her hole.  He was half way into Amber’s backdoor when he realized the girl was no longer under the control of the EMAD.  Amber flailed about madly; Karl drove his prong into hole more determined than ever, smacking the girl’s hips and pumping furiously until a massive orgasm filled him (and Amber!)

	Although Bonnie Likesum was next in line first name alphabetically, horny Karl brought Sally Anne Patrick into the bus.  She was a cutey, short extreme curly reddish brown hair.  She had the roundest face of any child he had ever seen!  Pretty blue eyes, small frame body.  She generally wore jeans with an occasionally dress worn on Dress Up Fridays.
	Sally was nearly eleven.  She barely had titties, they were there—but small AAs.  Nice ass, though.  When she wore pants they were TIGHT pants.  She was generally a “happy-go-lucky” kind of girl, always cherry, happy, and sweet natured.  It was going to be a shame to destroy all that…
	Karl determined that if he spent ten minutes with each student he’d need almost four hours to go thru the entire class.  But that wasn’t counting the fifteen minutes to half an hour of “rest” needed between each student.  His cock could only go so far…
	With Amber, though, tied with her own clothes and her mind once more secured, too; Karl Galong took his turn with Sally Anne.

	Sally Anne squealed as her young cunny was pounded.  Her equally young hands had to be held tightly together/locked down as she was pounded.  Her body moved about, rumpling her clothing she lay on.  Her legs flailed about so that finally the one who pounded her locked her legs, too; one leg was pinned up along bare sweating chest with the other locked on top of the seat.
	Karl’s cock made pert near full entry.  There was only a slight satisfaction in the Pleasure of the deed, most of the Pleasure was from the satisfaction of doing the deed itself.  The power, the control; the sex act itself fell to third.  There was some joy from the vaginal fucking, the breaking in of the nearly eleven year old.  He felt that he was ripping her pussy open and finally was relieved when he began to cum.
	To gather himself after the harrowing ordeal of raping Sally, he turned the distraught mindless girl over and assaulted her darling little ass.  Firstly with his hand.  Smack after smack he lauded the girl’s bare ass.  Sally wrenched and twisted, crying out a time or two, too.  Karl was in full glory and seared the girl’s ass before his cock was ready to go again.  Then up into Sally’s similarly virginal poop chute…

	Kneeling before Ms. Arnold he sighed.  Jeanette stared back at him.
	“I-I heard you spanking,” she said on a trembling whisper, her beautiful blue eyes cast down to Karl’s soiled schlong, “you’re not hurting them, are you?”
	What a dumb question.

	“They’re fine.” he lied.
	Jeanette knew he was lying.
	“Time to join in?”
	Jeanette stared at him, she wanted to, the “want” was there, the desire heavy, her cunny moist.  The day was late, Ruthefjord missing, Carl and Hank missing—it felt as if a wave of insanity was upon her.  And it was!
	Jeanette Arnold herself was secured, tied up—to make it look good should anyone be “aware” more than they should or should anyone be “spying.”  
	“Whatever you decide, when the time you think is right.” She replied.
	Karl smiled and pulled her up then led her to the bus…

	In the very back of the bus on the long seat lay Amber and Sally.  They had been “cleaned up” some and lay still (and breathing.)  The one who had put them there used some water from a five gallon water can brought along for the trip to wash himself off, the girls’ clothes had been put with them save for their panties—he was going to keep them.  They were laid out on the seat opposite of where he had nailed them…
	Jeanette Arnold sat on that seat and “waited her turn” while Mr. Galong fetched Allen Balzitch (really) and Charlie Falken.  The boys’ minds were “adjusted” to whereas they would be themselves, but still controllable.  They were still under the command of the EMAD but were in the “aware” state.  It was adjustable.  The kids outside were tied hand and foot as well as in pairs (to make possible escape more difficult.)  to decrease the usage power of the EMAD Karl had in his possession it was necessary to allow the kids outside more mind freedom.  For security purposes he proposed to their young impressionable minds that they would not recognize their homeroom teacher.  He also put on a black mask and black bandana to cover his head.  He had no distinguishable markings of any sort on his body that anyone could latch onto and possibly use against him in a line-up later on…
	Back inside the bus he removed Jeanette’s dress.
	Allen and Charlie hung their mouths open, eyes bulging.
	Jeanette’s bra was removed and Karl stood massaging them—using his cock to do so.  Jeanette pretended to fight back, but her hands were tied behind her—but not tight.  Her feet were unsecured as were the boys’.
	Jeanette was gently laid out on the green vinyl seat and her simple white panties were tugged down.  Allen whispered, “Holy shit!” while Charlie was unable to concoct any words at all—but he got a boner!

	Karl stood jerking his gherkin using Ms. Arnold’s panties as an aid.
	Charlie’s boner caused a “wet spot” to appear on his light colored corduroys.  He didn’t care (or notice.)  Allen constantly licked his lips (as if in drooling).  Karl placed Ms. Arnold’s left ankle up onto the back of the seat before her, her right ankle up on the seat she was on.  Allen and Charlie were moved right up close and personal so as they had the most absolute grand view of Ms. Arnold’s snatch box.
	Ms. Arnold’s “snatch box” was “wet.”  She was horny.  She DID love little boys, young boys—like Allen and Charlie’s age.  She quaked and quivered in her desire—she yearned to scratch her snatch, but her hands were tied…
	Down came Charlie’s pants and underwear.  His bare ass was rubbed on and his young pud stroked before he realized it!  Karl caressed the lad, squeezing his young almost hairless nuggets before working his shirt off.  The shirt couldn’t come all the way off, of course, due to the confined hands.  So the shirt was ripped off.
	“Hey!” shouted the boy suddenly more aware of what was going on, “My mom’s gonna kill me for that!”
	Karl smiled back to the nearly nude lad, “Somehow I don’t think your mom will mind a ripped shirt—not after what you will have been thru.”
	Charlie didn’t get it—but he would!

	With both boys naked (out of their clothes completely) the boys watched first hand a sex act in progress.  Karl “went” down on Jeanette firstly himself, sucking and nipping her fevered cunny.  She bucked into his face, slamming her thighs against despite the legs being up.  After plunging his fingers into her quivering quim she breathed “put it in me!” and she didn’t mean fingers or tongue.
	Karl wished he had of known of Jeanette’s naughty horny ways long before; they would have been fucking in his classroom or hers!  But oh well, he crawled up onto the Englishwoman and “put it in her.”
	Neither naked Allen or Charlie had seen and true live sex act—oral or otherwise.  Both stood with raging boners staring with eyes wide and mouths agape.  Karl’s balls smacked relentlessly against Ms. Arnold’s cunt, the boys could see Karl’s cock sliding “effortlessly” into the place where she peed.  Both boys had sisters, both boys had girl cousins.  Allen had fingered his girl cousin Beth.  Beth, in turn, had “fingered” his willy.  Neither engaged sexually more than that.  Charlie had a little sister of whom he helped dress and bathe.  Occasionally he fingered her pussy during those times.

	Karl came.  Hard.  And a lot.
	Jeanette made verbal announcements to God that she was “coming.”  Allen and Charlie that she was dying and going to see Him.  But after a few minutes of Ms. Arnold flailing about they guessed it was just one of those “statements” people made during times of whatever.
	Karl ploughed into Jeanette making her experience an orgasm like never before.  He suckled on her titties while calming down from the fuck, his cock still in her cunt still pumping.
	He sat on the rubber mat in the aisle of the bus, exhausted.  His cock could just about take no more.  It leaked cum, his balls were sore; strangely, so was his asshole…
	Caressing Charlie’s ass again he brought the totally nude boy over to be up against the edge of the seat.  He continued caressing the boy’s ass finding himself intrigued.  In his classroom he had not been able to spend as much “quality” time as he would have likened with the boys, his interests had been solely to the girls.
	He kissed Charlie’s ass, turned the boy about and “prepped” him for fucking—sucking the boy’s wang, balls and all.  Charlie could do nothing but stare in awe.  It was enough to get Karl hard again.  The whole of his shaft and cock were incredibly sensitive.  Carefully he guided Charlie into prime position; laying him on top of Ms. Arnold, guiding his prong into the woman’s cock hungry cunt.  Natural instinct took over from there.  Karl had to keep his hands on the boy’s ass to keep him steady on and on the woman.
	Allen stood in petrified awe—he also knew that being nude that he was next!  There was a smile etched on the boy’s face, Karl tugged on the lad’s cock and the boy himself turned to be sucked!  Karl obliged, sucking the boy until he got a mouthful of the boy’s young jiz!

	Charlie Falken didn’t cum, but close counts.  He rocked, gyrated, pumped, and strained.  He got “off” but without the juice that usually accompanied “getting off.”  Karl caressed the boy’s ass, spanked it some then lay on the boy himself, placing his cock between the boy’s sweaty warm ass flesh.
	One of the girls in the back moaned and sat up.  Allen looked to her.  He stared in awe as the dazed and confused girl was no longer under the control of the EMAD.  Karl slowly approached her,
	“Daddy?” she said in a very confused state of being, Karl smiled,
	“Yeah, baby, I’m Daddy.”
	The didn’t quite buy, the facial expression on her sweet face was one of confusion.  She stared at the hard-on bare before her.

	“You want to please Daddy like you usually do?” he smirked.
	Amber shrugged!
	Karl smiled and got harder.  He stepped up to the girl, she was highly dazed and confused, Sally Anne lay still on the seat beside her.  Karl stroked his organ, cupped and fondled his balls.  Then,
	Timidly Amber reached out her hand placing her fingers about the rod.  “All the way, baby.” Karl said.  Amber leaned forward, closed her eyes and began kissing, licking, and sucking on Karl’s cock!
	Hmmmm
	Gently Karl put his hand behind the blond girl’s head and pushed.  Somewhat on her own Amber engulfed the soiled head of his cock, her “Daddy’s” cock.  Karl had a bunch of questions he wanted to ask.  A bunch.  But he, too, had a bunch of students to go thru, too.  Very gently and with extreme cautious care Karl return the girl to a more suitable state of Zombiedom.  She closed her eyes, yawned, farted, and collapsed into a deep sleep.

	“Are they dead?” asked Allen standing stroking his sore cock beside naked Charlie.  
	“Nope,” replied Karl, “just sleeping.” then, “easier to deal with.” He smiled and tousled Charlie and Allen’s hair.
	It was Allen’s turn to ride Ms. Arnold.  Charlie stood and was fondled while watching up close and personal his best friend fucking Ms. Arnold.  Karl caressed the boy’s ass and then sucked on his pud.  Charlie seemed to like it and Karl did, too!

	Julie Feeber was ten but looked eight.  She was small.  Under-tall, no tits, but a nice tight (cock) pleasing ass.  She had an incredible smile and Karl betted that her daddy grabbed that ass on a regular basis.  She was a sweetie.  She smelled of “roses” and had the creamiest skin of all.  
	A green shirt/top with a denim skirt.  Two new boys had been brought in, Davy and Henny.  Abraham Krabbs had made a return.  He joined Karl in the bus, he reported no sign of the “missing.”  Karl didn’t know whether to believe the man or what.  He undressed and didn’t bother with concealing his identity.  He had an EMAD of his own, too…
	Sally’s legs were locked at the ankles and lifted up.  Green tinted panties that were soiled with pee.  Allen, who had just fucked Ms. Arnold and creamed her, got hard again.  Charlie, Davy and Henny got boners raging, themselves.  

 	With Abe’s EMAD, more control over the kids was possible—allowing the students (in the bus) to be unsecured.  With that in place it allowed for the boys to stroke themselves.  
	Sally’s panties were pulled up her short little legs and cast off to Davy who was told to masturbate in them.  They were a little damp but he wrapped the garment about his wanker and stroked.
	Sally’s skirt and shirt were removed and her young legs opened for the boys to ogle.  And ogle they did.  Karl lightly fingered Sally’s poon.  She wriggled and thrashed about some—which only put Karl in the mood for some spanking!
	Sally wasn’t in the mood, she was “aware” of her status but was strangely unable to fight back.  She fought back a little more when seeing a nude man looming above her, locking her ankles and lifting her legs.  Then, she was mildly aware of some boys, nude boys standing close by with hard-ons—boys she knew!
	It was overwhelming and she began to rant just before the first smack of a bare hand to her very dainty bare ass.  Karl got hard and harder—on the girl’s ass and his johnson.
	Then, parting the girl’s legs he beckoned for Davy.  The ten year old boy hesitated but was shoved by the nude Abraham.  The boy shot the nude man a dirty look, then stared at the man as if he recognized him.  Not yet, but almost.  Karl had Charlie and Allen hold Julie’s legs open while classmate Davy took position.  Under duress the boy answered Karl’s inquiring questions:
	Masturbate?  Hump the bed?  Take it up the ass?  Give it up the ass?  Fuck a girl?  Been molested?  Molest anyone?  Want to molest anyone?  Have desires for ANY girl in the class?  Any BOY in the class?  Desire for the mom?  Aunt?  Sister?  Teacher?
	The Answers:  Did he masturbate?  No, he wasn’t into that.  He DID, though, hump his bed.  He had “wet dreams” and soiled the bed of which pissed his mom off as she changed his sheets.  She beat his ass, his bare ass.
	He fucked himself in the ass with the toilet plunger and dad’s spent beer bottles—just to know what it was about.  He desired to screw just about every girl in his class.  He had a slight infatuation for Ms. Watten, Ms. Kimber, and Ms. Arnold.  Wasn’t into dudes or little kids.
	After the line of Q&A had been satisfied the boy set to work fucking Julie.  It was a quick fuck, his little puddling slipping out a few times during the fuck.  He was schooled on the art of pussy humping and re-insertion.  After a long few minutes and something of an orgasm he experienced, he was spanked—while still on top of Julie.
	Charlie pegged Julie moments after Davy got his nuts off.  The boy stood and was fondled, sucked, and had his ass squeezed.  He was somewhat delirious about the scrogging he had just done unto Julie, he held one of her legs while Charlie took his turn.
	Allen took his turn after Charlie, then while the boys stood back by the nude Mr. Krabbs, Karl took HIS turn!  Though Julie had been freshly fucked by three boys, she was still not ready to receive a man’s cock.
	Too bad.  Karl entered her with umph, forcing his way in with unmitigated gall and utmost desire.  Julie was too terrified to scream as the invading cock invaded her.  Her beautiful eyes of blue bulged and Karl strove purely to get his balls off.

	Julie joined the other girls at the back of the bus; Amber and Sally.
	Karl was fucked out, Abe had even started.  Though girls were nice, Abe’s desires were for boys and Charlie was first.  Karl sat on the opposite seat, where the panty collection was growing, and watched as Charlie was firstly spanked.  And hard.
	It seemed as though the boy’s ass flesh were going to be ripped right off of him.  When the inflamed cheeks turned a bright tomato red, Abe stopped.  He was drenched in sweat.  Charlie lay up against the edge of the seat wailing, blood trickled from his welts.  
	“Suck me.” Abe commanded of Allen.  Allen wasted no time in hopes that doing the nude man’s will would save his ass from a beating.  Allen wasn’t into sucking a cock but he did a fair job of it just the same.  Davy slurped on Karl’s cock, too.
	If Charlie Falken thought having his ass flesh ripped to shreds was painful—way beyond discomforting, then he definitely wasn’t prepared to have his asshole fucked.  Not by a raving maniac madman anyways.  Abe Krabbs was that man.  There was no preliminary pre-fucking, no spittle, no finger fucking—it was just jam his manhood into the ten year old’s asshole and pump vigorously.
	The blowjob he had gotten from Allen’s mouth helped lubricate (slightly) the madman’s cock, but still—Abe Krabbs was a MAN with a massive MANHOOD.  Charlie Falken was a boy, ten years young.  His asshole for ten years had PUSHED stuff out and never received anything IN.
	Just a few pumps though.  Vigorous pumps.  Abraham shoved himself all the way in and pumped horrendously for several seconds, almost a minute.  Then slowed down to just dramatic full anal entry.  When he pulled out, his cock was coated in fecal matter and blood.  Blood trickled out of Charlie’s raped asshole.

	“You want to mind what I say, or take the beating?”
	Allen sweated and his young asshole closed snap up tight.
	“Come here.” he was told by the madman.
	Allen felt glued to the rubber matt of the floor, he began to cry and snivel so.  Charlie’s snivels could be heard, too.  Somewhat gruffly Abe grabbed the boy at the shoulder and flung him to the seat.  The boy’s ass was fired up, but not as dramatically as had been poor Charlie.
	The skin of Allen’s butt turned a bright fiery red.  Enough to make the boy cry harder and wail, but not enough to make him bleeed or scream.  The boy rubbed his own ass and then rubbed Abe’s cock as the man leaned himself down onto the boy.  Karl held an extremely frightened Davy.
	“Spread your cheeks.” Abe said calmly.  Karl noted something different, in the man’s voice.  Hmmm
	Allen spread his cheeks, Abe fingered the boy’s hole, he sucked on his finger and had Allen suck on the finger—then it was plunged into the boy’s rectum repeatedly.  By then Abe Krabbs could hold back no more and didn’t.  Allen made no adverse sounds as his anus was reamed.  Abe took his time burying himself into the boy—it was just as painful and discomforting as it had been with Charlie, but with less intensity.
	Abe made full anal entry, then pumped.
	Allen moaned and crunched his penis against the side of the seat.  Abe pumped for two minutes before withdrawing.  Allen felt as if though he had taken one of those big healthy shits everyone talked about.  He was greatly relieved and soon was sent to go huddled with the others at the back of the bus.

	Leanne Joy had pissed her pants.  And did a good job of it, too.  
	Terry Kool had not only pissed his pants but shit in them, as well.
	Trela Purns and Mike Binner had pissed in their pants, the remaining students were “dry.”  
	Back inside the bus, Henny Flux got reamed in the ass, on his back in the “fuck seat.”  The boy lay on his backside scared out of his wits.  He wasn’t spanked, though, he was fondled and had his hairless testicles sucked on.  Then, holding his own legs back at the knees Abe Krabbs fucked his asshole.
	He wasn’t rough, but determined.
	When Abe was done the boy was put onto Ms. Arnold in the next seat.
	She was beside herself with the horrible sounds she had been hearing, she knew there was a terrible spanking fest going on and then there was suddenly Abraham Krabbs involved.  

	Henny thrilled her cunny, it must have because there was a great deal of her personal juices pooled under her ass.  James, Will, Ty, and Mike came into the bus, stripped off their own clothes and took turns pumping Ms. Arnold.  James Tidwell had been the one who had shit in his pants.  He was cleaned off (by Karl) who also spanked the boy then reamed his anus out with a twig.
	Ms. Arnold also received the boys between her titties.  The boys fucked/pumped and filled the woman’s mouth.  Each boy knew at length who Ms. Arnold was.  They also knew who Mr. Krabbs was.  Karl Mr. Galong, though, still remained a mystery.
	Each boy took a turn drilling Ms. Arnold, including those who already had.  Some boys titty fucked the woman and got a subsequent blowjob, too.  Some boys got to spank the woman and subsequently got to stuff her asshole.  Some boys pegged her pussy AND asshole!
	While she rested, the girls…

	Abraham tended to the boys, he wasn’t rough but an occasional “spank fest” was heard.  Karl tended to the girls.  It was getting late in the day, Ruthefjord was still a no show—as were Hank Gaflaw and Carl Puttin.  Karl still believed in NOT believing in Abe’s claim of not seeing the two missing boys.  But he didn’t press it.
	Leanna Clauds.  Long brown hair, heavy bangs, missing both incisors, one ear WAS noticeable bigger than the other.  And at a lovely ten years young, she had a pair of delightful dainty titty mounds.  Karl loved young girl titty mounds.  He loved young girl pussy mounds, too.  He loved young girls!  Outside the bus on some mixed clothing lay Leanna Clauds.  She had already been fucked by half the boys of her class, including once by Karl and in the ass by the other man.
	Karl took his time, caressing the distraught child.  Her pussy and asshole were sore, she had been spanked by some of the boys as well as kinda harshly by the “other man.”  Slowly he made entry into her, feeling of her young naked body all over, gliding his manhood into her with care, but with deliberance.
	Leanna groaned, arched and twisted her back and shuddered as several inches of invading manhood entered her body.  Her skin was soft, as were all the girls (and boys.)  He wanted to take in each student, each girl (and boy), it helped with the whole ordeal of what he was doing to them.
	When at last he had cum, he shot great quantities of liquid love into the girl’s poon.  Down onto her “mounds” he went, devouring each one, nipping the nipple as his cock emptied inside her and then softened.

	His cock ached.  Terribly.  Countless holes he had cum in, up against their flesh, spanking them with his cock, spanking them with his hand, licking them all over and watching them be fucked, licked, and spanked.  It was overkill for his schlong.
	After pulling out of Leanna, he lay his cock against the girl’s poon.  She cried and whimpered some.  Karl felt a twinge of regret.  The desire was still there, though…  To soothe her he pressed his lips to hers, crushing her with his manly weight, squeezing her dainty ass and driving his tongue inside her mouth.
	In the bus someone was getting spanked—hard.
	There, too, was Steve Javier—the school bus driver.
	Steve was a tall lanky boy of 22 years.  Thick dark hair, thick dark (frame) glasses.  A nerd.  Hallow cheeks, thin body, lived at home with his mother.  Many kids liked him, others didn’t.  He wasn’t married and as far as Karl knew, had no girlfriend, either.  He drove a Pacer.
	Being allowed to be “aware” of what was going on about him he was aroused.  He didn’t recognize Karl and that was a good thing.  
	“You want to be in on this?” Karl asked him (after the scrogging of Leanna.)
	Steve sat on a log overlooking the whole sordid affair; looking over all the lovely young naked girls.  He was the only one still dressed!  
	“I can make it easy for you, if you like.” Karl said standing naked before the clothed man.  “If you cause trouble, run away, cause trouble, you will regret it.” 
	Steve was sweating, gulped, and nodded.  Karl undone the rope to the young man’s hands.
	“Take off your clothes.”
	Nervously the young adult complied.  After lowering his bus driver uniform slacks and then his tidy whities, he stood with a major rail on.  Karl hid his smile; moralistically sound or not—Steve Javier was IN.

	“Suck him.”
	The command was received, the girl gulped, breathed hard, screwed up her sweet face—then sucked it in and leaned forward.  Steve Javier stared in awe, his cock pulsed and was already glistening with the pre-cum on the knob.  Young nearly eleven year old Tammy Hughs with pleasing breasts engulfed the man’s cock.  Steve closed his eyes and reeled…

	Tammy Hughs sucked the bus driver’s cock, engulfing the whole member into her sweet young mouth.  Karl nestled behind her, caressing her sides, fingering her pussy while his extremely aching cock nestled up between her ass.  
	“Oh, God!” exclaimed Steve, “I’m gonna cum!” and so he did.  There was no pause between stating the fact and honoring it.  A massive wad of milky white spunk matter filled Tammy’s mouth.  The girl gagged, choked, and spew the spew out of her mouth shaking her head, “Oh yuck!”
	The “yuck” factor was to exponentiate with:
	Despite multiple fuckings and subsequent cumming offs, Karl was ready to poke Tammy Hughs.  And he did, sitting down sliding his erection into the girl’s asshole, straddling her legs over his and laying back resting up against a log.  He then beckoned Steve to fuck—conveying the message with the fingering of the girl’s cunt.
	Steve got the message, stroked his cock that had NOT gone limp he positioned himself onto Tammy, gliding his rock hardness against the frightened girl’s cunny.  Tammy fidgeted and was already uncomfortable with a massive bone in her asshole.  Steve looked the girl over before slowly easing in his prick.  Tammy started to cry out, to scream out, but the enormity of the act against her overwhelmed her and cut her off.  Steve made entry half way and then started pumping.  Karl could only sit still and hold the wriggling Tammy.  Her asshole clenched up and that helped please Karl’s dick.
	It was too awkward, though, and at length Steve’s dick plopped out.  He humped on the girl’s cunt and Karl pulled out of her ass himself.
	“Try her again.” 
	Steve laid on the girl, just above her, staring at her face, then her breasts before working his man thing into her.  Karl stroked his cock and listened to the taletell sounds of boys whimpering inside the bus.

	Trela Purns.  Trela was the girl with the glasses, she was not overly cute or popular.  She was taller than most, was from one of those “low income” families, and had gawky features.  But once butt bare assed naked she was just as good as the rest!
	Karl had already shagged her snatch in the bus, after a bit of rest for his sore aching prick he put Trela on her hands and knees and took aim at her bum.  Steve had “finished” with Tammy and went on to be sucked on by Lee Ann Houghington.

	Lee Ann Houghington was one of them thare girls who was “raised right”, medium income family, never wore jeans or pants, always looked nice, talked right, and was an “A” student.  Buck naked she was just like any other girl of Galong’s class.  Karl addressed her ass, smoothed his hands over the delightful bum, then began a slow process of serious anal probing…

*

	In the bus it was hell.  If it weren’t horrendous ass beatings it was extreme butt fuckings.  Jeanette Arnold didn’t care for the harsh beatings, except when the beating was while a boy was on top of her with his little puddling IN her pussy.  Abraham Krabbs wailed on most of the boys, when he had tired he had the boys wail on each other.
	Jeanette liked watching the boys spank each other.  She also enjoyed watching the boys suck one other, to perform rim jobs, ball washings, finger probes.  She mostly, though, enjoyed opening her legs to receive a boy to her hungry sex.

From the Darkness to the Dawn
	There was a lull in the sex fest, Abraham exited the bus, leaving behind him searing asses and sniveling boys.  As it grew dark he collected his things and when he actually left Karl didn’t know.  For safety and security the kids were all hustled into the bus.  Steve had been sucked on by ALL the girls.  He had been in the pussy of four of them, in the asshole of three before his cock said NO MORE!
	Closing his eyes with Bonnie Likesum nakedly on top of him (no sex—just caressing) Karl figured his life was over.  The kids pretty much had him pegged, they for sure knew who Mr. Krabbs was.  It wouldn’t take a genius to see that Ms. Arnold enjoyed having sex with the boys.  But Karl hoped that the EMAD(s) would help deter the kids from really discovering who he was.
	And then there was the dark.
	Not the blatant sex and spankings and Abraham Krabbs off his flippin’ rocker, but the dark.  Darkness.  As in AFTER dark.  It was far too late (or way too late) to boogie down a lone mountain road back to town.  The kids’ parents were probably livid and out of their minds, assuming the worst had happened to the children—which it had.
	His career as a teacher was done.

	But then again…
	Thru the night there were the usual wanderings of kids getting up, confused about their whereabouts and so forth, and the need to pee.  Karl was busy “helping.”  Ms. Arnold helped also, mostly the boys.
	“Is Mr. Krabbs back yet?” she asked.
	“No.” replied Karl.  He stood over one of the logs lightly toying with his naked manhood, having finished a good pee he massaged his overworked organ with Ms. Arnold standing beside him.  They stood near shoulder to shoulder, quiet and “thoughts to their own.”  Their lives were different, forever changed by the mountain escapade—neither one of them would ever be the same again.
	Suddenly, breaking thru the early morning dawn Abe Krabbs broke onto the scene.
	“Get out, get the fuck outta here!” he was all kinds of serious.
	“Minotaurs!” he shouted.
	Karl and Jeanette scrambled everyone inside, Steve fired up the bus and they made themselves scarce.  Abe remained behind to lure off the minotaurs.  Gun shots were heard shortly before the bus entered into a foggy haze that was a segue to the New World.  Naturally!