August Moone Sagas
Book 6
Journeying
Chapter 44
And So It Continues

Madness, Insanity, and other trivial stuff like that there
Streams of Madness in a Conscious World
Whip Me, Beat Me, Make Me Write Bad Checks!
The ‘ho story and nothing but the ‘ho

	“In the heat of the day the thunder rolls
	  The vibration is felt throughout 
	  No fumes there be  only the air
	  Tranquility exist only in the mind”

	Easing back on the throttle the mighty engine tucked between his legs, er, frame.  The curve sign said a “suggested” 25 (mph).  Stone lightly pressed on the brakes to scoot around the desert upcurve at a decent 35; then he gunned it at the apex of the curve and continued his trek down the roadway.
	Behind him snuggled his eldest grandchild, Shannon.  She squeezed him and Stone surged.  The day was getting late and they were late.  There were typical excuses:  “She had to potty.”  “She had a tummy ache.”  “Flat tire.”  “I had a tummy ache.”  “Took the wrong turn, went several miles before realizing it, had to double back.” and so on…
	There weren’t many excuses to cover for their usually constant tardiness and sometimes that had to make a timely appearance to throw any snoopy curious family member or family friend off their guard.  There were others, too, who failed to show up on a timely manner.  Stone and Brittany often explained that they HAD shown up in time, but had to go to the potty as soon as they arrived or got hung up meeting others on the way to the rallying point.
	Stone and his granddaughter were motorcycle enthusiasts.  
	Stone had several motorcycles of different types.  
	Brittany had a younger sister who wasn’t so much into motorcycles.
	Stone had a boner that was into Brittany…
	It was the primary cause for their usual tardiness at motorcycle rallies.

	The type of motorbiking Stone and Brittany were into was on a religious level, a Christian organization of peoples who loved motorcycles and got together to “spread the word”.  Motorcycles that were tricked out, customized, and “hot” drew attention.  No better way was there to get the “word” to the “lost” than by something that got their eye.
	Brittany.  Brittany was dark brown haired, tall, had pleasing breasts, nice butt.  When she was barely six she had become enthused with her grandfather’s motorcycle.  He was already enthused with her!  Nothing happened until she as couple years older, though; when Brittany was ten she was caught watching him “pee” while out in the desert.
	It was a beginning.  She was curious, as most young girls her age were.  Her parents were very God-fearing and raised Brittany (and her younger sister) to be the same.  Well, so much for that…
	Brittany began accompanying her Grandfather on his Christian motorcycle runs and events.  Stone pulled along behind a teardrop trailer on the longer overnite stays of which he and Brittany slept together—but Brittany told her folks Grandpa Stone slept outside in his sleeping bag…
	Brittany kept her vigil of watching her Grandpa pee.  When he began to masturbate—she continued watching and Stone schooled the young inquisitive child on the reasons of masturbation—the pleasure and joy of it all.  He also school the youngster on the fact that GIRLS also masturbated, but differently.
	He feared the child would spill the beans and as for confirmation from her mother—his daughter.  But she didn’t.  On one of their overnite rallies Brittany asked Stone to “teach her” masturbation.  Grandpa Stone was only too happy to oblige.
	It was a slow a careful process, fear was the major factor.  But so far the child had been cool about not selling him out to her folks, or anyone else.  After some blatant masturbating before Brittany while nice and cozy in the teardrop trailer, and allowing Brittany to “touch” his dick, his hairy balls, and take over masturbation for him, it was Brittany’s turn.
	There wasn’t a lot of room inside the teardrop (nine feet length/twelve feet overall—remember, teardrop shape on wheels.  Interior width just at five feet) so it was kinda cozy.  Real cozy.  There was a foam mattress at 4 inches thick, a light, cubby holes, a tv/dvd/cd/radio player, lockable door and windows.  Brittany lay out in her purple underwear and slid ‘em down.
	As a grandfather, Stone had seen Brittany in various stages of undress including butt bare ass naked.  Even before she had become curiouosly interested in his manhood, he had helped her to “clean” herself after pooping/peeing.  

 	He, too, had helped dress her AND undress her.  (and those times when she was just dog tired and nothing could awaken her, he had slipped her undies off and fingered her, humped on her, and spilled his seed on her!)	
	At length the time had come when she acted on her own.
	At twelve the girl appeared to be no more then ten.  Which suited Stone very well.  Her breasts, though, were palm sized, ‘cept when she were laying down then they kinda disappeared.  She was a lovely girl with a nice coverage of pubes concealing her dainty virgin cunny.  Grandpa Stone yearned to be the one to bust it…
	Once Brittany had worked her panties to her ankles, Stone opened her legs and peered longingly at her poon.  Stone stared for several minutes, watching his grandchild breathe—and wait.  She didn’t have to wait too awfully long, her Grandpa began to finger her.  Whether or not she understood the implications of his misdeed, or whether she knew that what he was doing was incestuous, illicit, illegal, and immoral was not clear.  She could have simply not cared, too.
	After some fingering the girl’s poon Stone schooled Brittany into how to finger herself.  (she kinda already knew, but…)  while she fingered herself Stone got extremely distressed and had to lay down and jack himself.  Brittany watched.  She sat up removing her top (as it was getting kinda warm inside the small enclosure.)  Slowly and timidly she placed her hand onto her Grandpa’s cock and worked it into a frenzy.
	“I’m going to cum!” he announced—and hoped no other campers nearby heard him.  Brittany wrapped her fingers about his pulsing member, Stone put his jacking hand onto Brittany’s ass—he wanted her to “ride him” so bad…
	But she did one better…
	She went “down on him.”
	She didn’t explain how she knew to do that and Stone didn’t ask.
	Brittany firstly kissed the head of his cock, rolled her tongue about the super sensitive crown before engulfing the head.  Bit of cum began to jet into the girl’s mouth; she finally went onto to gobble the shaft and take him fully before he fired off several intense rounds of massive orgasm.
	Brittany wasn’t too into swallowing the spunk matter, it was kinda gross.  She spat out the goo not caring where she spit just so long as it was out of her mouth.  She grinned, though, and wasn’t displeased by what had happened.  To her, it seemed as though her grandpa was really grateful.

	It was an hour after darkness fell before Stone and Brittany rolled into the rallying point along the desert highway outside of a small but major desert city.  Quickly they moved to where fellow members of their church were located, no other family members were involved.  
	“Flat tire.”  “Tummy troubles.” was the excuse(s) given, they hadn’t been used in quite a while.  Brittany went off to play with some of the other kids, Stone busied himself with his adult friends and all was well.
	The tardiness, in case you were wondering, was due to extreme horniess that wouldn’t quit.  After stopping for a brief break at a corner tourist stop along the highway to their destination, Stone and Brittany got out of the sun by getting into the trailer towed behind the cycle.  With the windows open (two of them) and the folddown & away door (one of those) the two sat in relative cool relaxing, staring out to the vastness that was desert-scape.
	They were parked just aways from the gas station/tourist convenience store kinda out of sight.  The highway wasn’t particular busy and the sun was just going down.  Brittany farted.
	It was an accident, she meant to hold it in and then thought it was just one of those “little ones.”  It wasn’t.  it was a butt blast that embarrassed her and giggled her grandfather laying right next to her.  It prompted him that there was no better time to “whip it out.”  So he did.
	After it was just a little hard, Brittany repositioned herself with her body full inside the teardrop shaped trailer and “went down” on him, fully sucking his cock like a pro.  Stone caressed the girl’s ass, squeezing the cheeks and rubbing her all over.  This prompted Brittany to raise her hips and undo her jeans.  Her grandpa worked the jeans and panties down and caressed bare skin.
	Though it was tight quarters Stone managed to get his granddaughter’s britches and undies off.  Her top she pulled off herself along with her bra—never taking her mouth off of her grandpa’s cock.  Down onto her grandpa’s face her quivering quim nestled, Stone licked hurriedly the girl’s cunt, nipping the lips and driving his tongue into her sex.
	Brittany giggled and tightened up excitedly as she was tantalized.  Bits of cum was already shooting into her mouth.  Stone clamped his hands onto her ass, squeezing the cheeks, prying the cheeks open to nose the girl’s funk hole and seriously get into the 69ing.
	Streams of hot monkey juice spewed into Brittany’s mouth.  Stone pumped furiously as Brittany continued sucking so.  She gripped her fingers about his prick and totally drove him insane.

	Stone was doing a fair job of driving his granddaughter insane, too, sucking and nipping on her cunny the way he was.  He longed to sink his prong into her cunny, into her asshole, and just all over.  He wanted to take a bath with her, a shower, and so much more.
	Brittany drained her grandpa’s lizard, she squeezed every bit out—still didn’t swallow but with the goo in her mouth she simply spit it out the open door.  Her grandpa’s legs were out the door, his pants were only undone but not down.
	Stone caressed Brittany’s ass, fingering the hole and unable to get the notion of serious poking out of his mind.  He didn’t want to hurt her and he knew the size of his manhood would do just that (and he feared that it might just be enough to piss her off and she’d rat him out.)  but they had a good relationship—other than sexual.  So he tempted fate…
	Out of a secret cubby hole beneath the mattress he withdrew an object.  A cunny pleaser.  Small, ribbed/ridged, and just right for busting virgins!  
	Brittany knew what sex was.
	Stone knew that Brittany knew.
	The “dildo” was a pre-lude to sex.
	Brittany knew that, too.
	Taking the cock that was about the size of a ten year old boy’s cock, Brittany probed herself.  This only sent her grandpa into another hardened state of being, watching his twelve year old granddaughter fuck herself.  The “cock” was lifelike, tan color, no scrotum attachment, no “veins”, but had the likeness of “skin”, the texture, and the “head.”  Brittany glided the fake member up and down her already enthused cunt but wasn’t doing well with “insertion.”
	Stone took over, having her suck on the phallic beforehand.  Then, with gentle determination Brittany’s cunny was devirginized.  There was the initial discomfort and some minor pain involved, but it was tolerable.  Stone caressed her cunny and soothed the girl, closing the door, laying down, and pulling her on top of him.
	The dildo was replaced by his cock.

	It was time consuming, no pain or discomfort beyond that of what the child was capable of handling did Stone wish to put onto his granddaughter.  But he, too, wanted to fuck her.  With his hands tight on her hips he glided the girl up and down.  Brittany straddled him and squenched up her pretty face as she strove to accept her grandpa’s love tool.

	They made love for half an hour.
	Stone had already cum three times that day.  In the garage at his home where his near frigid wife slept in (she wasn’t into motorbiking or arising early), Stone got off into Brittany’s mouth just half an hour after her dad had dropped her off on his way to work.  With the garage door down, privacy and security was assured.  Stone finished up the task of putting the camping supplies into the trailer and finishing touches; Brittany went to the bathroom that was just inside the short hallway between the garage and house.  
	Stone heard her peeing, she had left the bathroom door open.  He checked in on her sitting on the toilet, peeing and farting away.  Brittany herself unzipped her grandpa’s pants and fished out his rock hard cock.  She sucked it off right then and there.
	Then, in the garage Brittany stripped naked to fit into a new outfit, she was curious about going about without underwear.  Stone, naturally, got rock hard again and as Brittany stripped the one piece powder blue leather suit off, he blatantly jacked off before her.  Brittany took over jerking his pud and got a load of grandpa spunk on her naked chest.
	The third came as the girl was bent over the seat of the motorbike helping with last minute cleanup and adjustments.  Stone came up behind her, caressed her ass and was hard.  Brittany undone her pants and tugged them down, Stone pushed them down and then her panties.  Had her backdoor not been virginal he would have poked it right then and there.  But it was and his big beefy beefsteak would have put to much hurt on her no matter how gentle.  So he settled for humping the flesh until he came.
	The spunk matter was directed to her gloryhole, greasing it up for a possible rim attack at some later date.

	For some many moments after Brittany received her Grandpa Stone’s cock to her pussy for the first time they lay in utter exhaustion.  The soreness in Brittany’s cunt remained for a time, but it was tolerable.  Stone was contented to simply lay caressing the nearly teenage girl’s ass.  He was enamored with the fact that she appeared no more than a typical ten year old.  Brittany lay on her grandpa letting the warm breezes of the desert calm her.
	At length, though, it was time to boggie lest their friends at the rallying destination get worried and contact the highway patrol.  The two dressed and scurried on their way.  Stone drove in a blur, he had fucked his granddaughter.  He hadn’t achieved orgasm, but close counted.  He had time and felt that by morning’s light he would have a river of cum flowing out of  his granddaughter’s cunt. 

	During the early evening gathering around a huge bonfire where singing Church-camp songs and continuing to get to know one another and so on so forth and so, Stone Bibvary encountered/met a fellow by the name of Rusty Waters.  Right away Stone felt something about Rusty, he was a nice enough fellow; spoke well, sported a leather jacket with a Christian emblem on the back, well groomed and not grubby, and even wore an after shave!
	No long hair but there was an earring in one ear.  It kind of went with the persona of being a typical American biker.  He also wore a Rolex.  No rings or tats, though.
	He was a friendly cuss and Stone felt some sort of connection.
	Being late (in the day) and with the singing around the campfire the socializing was low key, it meant Stone wasn’t able to “get to know” Rusty Waters all that much.  Shortly before midnight the rallyiers broke up and went to bed.  Stone found his granddaughter sound to sleep in their trailer.  Gently and quietly he made his way inside, secured the door and struggled with undressing to the skin.  He found Brittany in her panties only under the covers.
	Being tired the chance to fool with Brittany was nipped.  It had been a long day, long drive, and he had “fooled” with Brittany all the way right from the get go (the garage).  Tomorrow would be another day, another chance…

	Around mid morning Stone was disturbed,
	“I gotta pee.” Brittany said in a sleepy voice as she crawled over her nude grandfather.  Stone caressed her ass, finding that his granddaughter had slipped her panties off.  Closing his eyes he squeezed the cool but slightly warm flesh of her ass.  His cock surged and pressed gently against the nude pre-teen.
	“I really gotta pee.” she whispered in all earnest.
	The “rallying point” for the Christian bikers was set out along a stretch of highway at a simple turn-out.  No facilities is what it meant.  The desert city they were to invade the following morn was a few miles away.  Some fifty bikers plus their families were at the rally area, portable facilities had been contracted in along with a supply truck dispensing water and food.
	It was the dead of night.  Stone and Brittany slipped into simple long sleeved brisk weather jackets and traipsed otherwise butt naked out to the desert itself.  They wore shoes as the desert floor has small skin piercing pebbles and thorns.  Their jackets concealed their basic naughty bits.

	Just a few feet off of the turn-out’s clearing.  Brittany couldn’t hold it any longer and squatted.  Stone looked around, squinting his eyes he saw no one.  There was a light on at some of the other trailers, an impromtued campfire here and there, but for the most part it was dark.
	Stone slightly worried about anyone with a Night Scope.  For that reason he turned away from Brittany to pee himself.  When done and done they scurried back to their trailer—getting a little sidetracked (lost) along the way.  Once inside and naked again, under the covers they huddled and shivered until they were once more warm.
	Then, Stone began his roaming.
	Brittany fingered herself.
	Coyotes bayed at the night and a trailer nearby began to “rock.”
	Stone conjured up the morning’s activities in his garage.  The best had been with Brittany laying across the seat of the bike—taking her pants down.  She had a wondrous ass—wondrous.  Stone took the image in and suddenly found Brittany’s hand fondling his wanker.  Slowly the girl rolled to be on her backside, parted her legs, and Stone was in heaven.  He knew that for the illicit acts he had done to her WOULD do to her, Heaven was probably not his ultimate destination.  He was sixty-two and engaging in extreme immoral conduct with his not quite yet teenage granddaughter who looked ten.  Hell it was!

	Heaven it was as his manhood slid into the girl’s tight poon.  He had first thought of pre-fucking her with the dildo, but there was no time.  Slowly he maneuvered himself and slowly he made vaginal entry.  Quickly the intensity of their illicit relationship increased ten-fold and Brittany accepted her grandpa’s cock.  Again.
	The blankets and sheets were soiled with sweat and the breakage of her Brittany’s cunt.  Stone had made a mental note to just throw the blood stained sheets away—before going home.  The blood stained mattress would just have to be explained as a cut on his finger or something.  And if the nosey bitch of a wife he had inquired to what finger and demanded to see the cut, then he would just have to cut himself.
	Brittany grunted, groaned, and moaned.  Three sounds to indicate that Stone was “in.”  he could feel his cock swelling.  Brittany straddled her grandpa as much as she could and worked her hips up and down, with his help.  Stone could grip the whole of the young girl’s ass, squeeze the cheeks and finger her hole.
	Soon they began to complete their incestuous relationship with kissing.

	Brittany had probably wanted to hold off actually “kissing” until she was with a boy she liked.  So much for that.  the passion inside the trailer heated up to whereas kissing was something that “just happened.”  The two illicit lovers locked up and then rolled.  Stone kept his crushing weight off the girl but continued to pump her fuckable cunt with his mouth locked over hers until the final end.
	As he drifted off to sleep, ‘well, got two of her holes, just one to go…’

	In the morning the two heard the group around them stirring.  Brittany’s cunny was a little sore—so grandpa sucked on it!  Naturally!  He licked and sucked and then laid onto her.  Brittany thought he was going to “get her” again, she had a face of anticipatory agony.  Stone, though, merely humped onto the girl’s poon, massaging the mounds, fingering it and helping the girl arrive to a pleasing orgasm.
	And since the girl got hers—Stone had to get his.  Brittany fingered her tingling pussy while sucking on her grandpa’s cock.  When he finally at last came after several intense minutes of power sucking, the cum that filled her mouth she didn’t spit back out—she swallowed!
	Stone wanted to spend the entire day with the girl, naked.  Humping and humping, spanking, peeing, sucking and fucking.  He vowed that somehow, someway, he would.
	They cleaned up inside the trailer, dressed, and moved out to gather with the others.  
	“Hi there!” said a spunky Rusty Waters coming up to the dying bonfire where the rally group had assembled for morning prayer before moving to the nearby city.  
	Stone greeted the man and then noticed he had a small entourage accompanying him, too.	Who exactly they were and to what relation was unclear, Stone figured he’d know soon enough.  

Soon enough
	Breakfast in the city before migration to the Lost Souls.  With such an assemblage of “bikers” the group split into separate groups and descended upon a couple of usual restaurants As luck would have it—Stone and his family mingled with Rusty and his family.
	And Rusty had a LARGE family.

	There was Christine, Maryanne, and Logan who all were about thirteen or so.  Stone was no fool and didn’t see any resemblance between the three being passed off as “siblings.”  They were NOT triplets in any way.  There, too, was no family resemblance to Rusty, either.
	Jack (Jackie) and Courtney were eight and they, too, bore no resemblances to the other or to the single male seemingly in charge of them.  
	And lastly there were two young’uns, two extremely sweet little girls, Jill and Karen.  Karen was a mere six-ish while Jill was a year older-ish.  Both were incredible cute and briefly Stone wanted to see them in his trailer…
	Though Stone desperately wanted to ask, “are these YOUR children?” he held off.  He was pleasant and seemed very normal.  But then, so did Stone…
	The talk at the combined tables in the restaurant was not of the “family” but of the task that lay ahead of them, “reaching out to the Lost.”  Rusty, Stone discovered, came from a nearby town in a 90 degree angle of difference geologically speaking than where Stone and his family dwelled.  
	With the breakfast over the groups re-grouped and then departed to seek the Lost and spread the Word.  It was then Stone saw Rusty’s ride. And what a ride!  It was freaking HUGE!  A three wheeler.  But not just any ole three wheel motorcycle; it had a huge set of front spokes  due in part that the operator sat way up high on a sort of buckboard, the machine was fashioned after a stagecoach.  Inside there was seating of which where some of his broodkin sat, and then the topper was a matching hearse pulled behind!  It was a half hears—not as long.  It had a disappearing top that spilt down the level and disappeared down the side where etched frosted no-see thru glass/windows.  Open air seating there was for the rest of the brood.  
	The hearse also closed up to make into a sleeping quarters.
	Rusty and his crew mounted up and sped off.  Stone followed suit.

	At mid-afternoon Stone and Brittany assembled at a sister church with several of the other families.  Rusty and his family were there, as well.  There was mingling and socializing, discussing all that had transpired thru the day and so on.  At length Stone and Rusty met up and discussed their bikes.
	Stone was very intrigued by Rusty’s ride, and the two talked “shop” while Brittany mingled with Rusty’s crew.  It couldn’t be helped that Stone took extra long looks at the crew of Rusty’s; Christine and Maryanne were very nice, thirteen and they looked it.  Stone thought of THEM in his trailer, too.  Both of them—and the same time!

	The eight year old Courtney was very nice, too—and Karen AND Jill.  Stone himself had another granddaughter, Samantha.  She, though, was not like Brittany.  Which was too bad because Stone really liked her—a lot!  She was a real cutey AND he had seen her naked, in her undies.  He had heard her fart and when she had been real-real tired and he had been babysitting her, he had had his fun with her.  (tonguing, fingering, ogling, humping.)
	Stone wondered.  The outside appearances looked good, but it just wasn’t clear who the hell the kids of Rusty’s were!  They certainly weren’t his!  But then again he had not boldly come out and proclaimed them as his biologically speaking.  He was evasive, and in that Stone knew that something wasn’t legit.
	Just then, a pretty girl of about 16 or so wandered by, “Nice bike.” she said.  As she made her by and was out of ear shot,
	“Nice ass.” Rusty said.
	It took Stone off-guard.  But he had to agree, he stared for a long while as the teen pranced her way along; she wore tight TIGHT beige jeans, black top.  Stone knew that SHE would be good in his trailer!
	“If we only had one of them EMADs, huh?” chuckled Rusty.
	Stone said nothing in reply (although he wanted to greatly.)
	More teen girls wandered by, with each the men had comments (spoken when the subject was out of ear shot.)  the men continued their banter about the motorbike and let the afternoon drift by.  At length, Rusty said in passing,
	“You got a nice granddaughter.”
	Stone nodded that in facts he had.  Stone then noted that the man standing on the other side of the mega-three wheel motorcycle had a noticeable bulging boner.
	“You-you got some ones yourself.” Stone replied somewhat nervously.
	“They’ll do.” Rusty replied with a smirky smile.
	A girl no more then ten or so wandered by.  The men slyly watched her as she passed, “THAT’S a nice ass.” commented Rusty.  Stone nodded his head in agreement.  “Bet she’s got some nice panties on.” he continued.
	Stone couldn’t concentrate let alone breath—his eyes were locked onto the girl’s swishing butt.
	“I-uh, saw some commotion going on in your rig last night, this morning.” stated Rusty.
	Stone felt a lump in his throat and a knot in his stomach.
	“Oh?”

	“You need one of them signs, If the trailer is rockin’ don’t come knockin’!” he smiled and Stone didn’t know what do say or do.  
	Just then Maryanne and Courtney came loping up to Rusty,
	“She’s got a blister.” said Maryanne about Courtney.  The pretty eight year old had been hobbling and took off her shoe of the foot with the blister.  Stone scooped up the small child and whisked her into the “stagecoach.”
	It was roomy within, had a small tv occupying space in a corner, there was a mini fridge and a snack cabinet.  Courtney was placed on the vinyl tuck bench seat, Rusty removed her sock then inspected the blister.  A first aid kit was brought into play and the blister was treated.
	For a reason unknown to Stone, Courtney then rolled over onto her stomach.  Rusty then patted her butt, moving his hand up under her shirt.  Maryanne stood idly by apparently not paying any attention.
	“Wanna come in?” asked Rusty.
	It WAS hot out and so Stone accepted.  Rusty sat on the bench seat, there was a pull down seat (with seat belt) that Stone sat on.  Courtney lay across Rusty’s lap and Maryanne came inside as well.  Stone fidgeted as he had a massive boner twixt his legs.  
	Rusty patted Courtney’s butt, working her green top up to expose her top area.  Stone was all eyes, sweating and horny.  He did cast a look to Maryanne sitting close by.
	Taking a chance, or whatever, Rusty worked down Courtney’s jeans.  She was a pretty child, a long face, small eyes, small dainty nose, long curly dark hair with an almost flat face.  There was a split between her front teeth and she was very sweet.  Her jeans were eased down to reveal multicolored undies, white with clouds of differing shades of blue.  Rusty paid no attention to Stone but smoothed his hand all about the eight year old’s butt.
	Then, “Take your pants down.”
	Stone blinked his eyes and looked up, ‘you talking to me?’ and then he saw Maryanne lean back in the seat, undoing her jeans.  She undone them and then pushed them down to her ankles.  Stone blinked his eyes and got even harder.  ‘WTF?”
	“Ok?” Rusty asked openly.
	Stone couldn’t answer verbally but he nodded, almost salivating, tongue lolling.
	Rusty moved Courtney’s panties down and Maryanne rolled hers to her ankles.  Rusty put his hand on Maryanne’s left leg, opening the leg to expose to their visitor her goodie.  It was shaven and definitely NOT virginal.

	Stone liked.  A lot.
	Minutes later and Maryanne was nude, her ass at the edge of the seat with visitor Stone riding her.  The girl made some faces but nothing distressing.  Stone ploughed her pussy and enjoyed watching her ample teenage titties jiggle.  Beside him on the seat sat new found friend Rusty Water’s with his pants no underwear down at his ankles, legs open and being sucked on by eight year old Courtney.
	“How good is it with your granddaughter?” Rusty had asked.
	“It could be better, but ok.”
	“She suck?”
	Stone nodded that she did.
	“Gettin’ it between her legs?”
	Stone replied so again.
	“Backdoor?”
	“Not yet.”  there were no more questions as Stone entered into that realm that was orgasmic.
	Maryanne was good.  She wasn’t a virgin, but her cunny was cokc pleasing just the same.  He suckled on her young breasts and completely drained his lizard within her.  Maryanne herself came and Stone was relieved.
	There was no room for the adult men (or tall teens) to stand up straight inside the stagecoach, but little Courtney could stand.  After sucking her fill of Rusty’s schlong she stood.  Gobs of cum anointed the corners of her mouth as well as on her chin.  She swallowed the sunk matter and giggled about it.  Stone stared at the girl’s cunny.  It wasn’t virginal.  Rusty caressed the girl’s butt then placed her on the floor—fuck me position.  He said nothing but turned his attention to Maryanne who turned onto her hands and knees…
	While new friend Rusty doggie-style fucked Maryanne, Stone licked and fingered out Courtney’s cunt.  When his cock was sufficiently stiff enough he made slight vaginal entry to her.  She was a mere eight year old, but had been sufficiently broken-in.  He figured the boys of the group, Logan and Jackie.  He figured, too, Rusty was probably giving her a poke or two now and then himself.
	Stone made headway and then a little more.  Satisfied with that he began to pump.  Fingering her asshole he found that there was more possibilities.  After a few stern pumps he pulled out, not wanting to hurt the girl or wear his welcome out prematurely.  Raising the girl’s legs up against his chest he angled his cock to the girl’s bum hole and made pleasing entry there.

*

On a hill far away…
	Much ado about shenanigans!
	Below the desert spread out vastly; the Great Fricket Mountains spanned as far as the eye wanted to see.  The desert basin stretched the length of the range with very little life except along the edges.  Up in the mountains it was cooler, the air was fresh, an no one around to watch you do naughty things…
	Stone Bibvary and Rusty Waters were all about doing naughty things.
	Inasmuch as Rusty was into sharing Courtney with him, Stone knew it was only right to share Brittany.  Of course, Brittany probably wouldn’t actually go for it, doing so would be a bit much for sure.  
	The last night of the weekend outing was to be held up in the nearby mountains, a sort of bonding/get-together of all the Christian bikers.  Not a lot of time for “shenanigans” during the day, but night was coming.
	Young Brittany had worn herself out with the day’s events and though she tried to stay up late, she didn’t make it.  Stone carried her to their trailer and tucked her in.  Naturally, of course, he stripped her to the skin.  He couldn’t help himself and eased himself into her pussy for a quick fuck/get-off.  With a mess of his love cream coating her pussy he fingered the mess and then fingered her still virgin asshole.
	Voices outside, activities, and general nosey people, though, pre-empted Stone’s rear assault.  He washed off and left to rejoin his comrades.  Rusty Waters was one of those comrades and after an hour of being with the “other” comrades, the two took off on their own.
	Rusty Waters had an EMAD.  Naturally!  He had several, actually.
	One EMAD (electronic mind altering device) analyzed brain waves for the potentiality of being processed and manipulated—so for the other EMADs all linked together mind you could use the information and not be stressed out themselves.
	A second EMAD in the chain of EMADs determined to what ability the Captured Mind Waves could be utilized.
	A third EMAD controlled simplicity:  Zombification/Mind Zap
	The fourth EMAD controlled Thought (I.E. Q&A)
	The Fifth EMAD put the Subject into Command Function; the Subject received “Commands” from the User and the Subject followed-thru with said verbal commands.

	A sixth Device dinked with the Temporary Memory of the Subject.
	A 7th Device Increased/Decreased the Level of Awareness.
	A 9th Device maintained power over the previous eight devices.
	A tenth Device was a power booster for emergencies.
	All the Devices were about the size of a typical television remote controller (8 inches by 23 inches.)  The Devices acted as a single unit and not independent like many other Devices on the market.  The Devices, too, stayed in one location, usually on his bike, tucked secretly inside, shielded from detection.
	So how did Mr. Wonderful use the mega Device?
	Remote control.
	An antenna made the mega Device operational; a transceiver attachment to Rusty’s eyewear made it complete (and usable.)  With only a “transceiver” hook-up with a hi-tech power amplifier built into his wristwatch, no one was safe from his wills.
	Late that night, around midnight, Stone finally crawled into the trailer.  Brittany slept soundly on.  She was still naked.  Stone caressed her nudity, resting his hand on her dainty naked ass.  He knew that new friend Rusty wanted to stick his dick in her, and since earlier Stone had gotten extremely naughty with his (Rusty’s) kids, it was only fair.  Stone knew it, but…
	Samantha.  Samantha had just turned seven.  She was small and looked like she was merely five!  Desperately Stone wanted to be naughty (naughtier!) with her.  He didn’t believe that his cock could actually make any penetration into her small body, save for her mouth!
	The thoughts of naughtiness to Samantha put her grandpa into hard mode.  With the gentle breeze in the night rustling the great pines surrounding the area, Stone placed his cock against Brittany’s ass, then nestled it between her legs.  It had been a long day, though and as he caressed her, he fell asleep.  Oh well…

*

Cum again?
	Working sucked.  In a nutshell, it sucked.  Sucked-sucked-sucked.  All Stone could concentrate on was Brittany and Rusty (and Samantha.)  When not at work he was in his garage working on one of his bikes and contemplating the mysterious mysteries that was life.  Midweek came and Brittany came over with Samantha in tow.  Nothing could happen with Samantha about.  Stone certainly wouldn’t do anything to her (not without a Device!)

	Brittany seemed okay, she gave her grandpa hugs and kisses, out in the garage with the doors shut/closed, they hugged and Brittany gave her grandpa ANOTHER kind of kiss; can we say BLOWJOB!?  She jacked him and sucked on the head of his cock, receiving a copious amount of love juices into her mouth.  She swallowed it all and then sucked his cock fully as it limped out.
	Quickly Stone slipped his hand down his granddaughter’s undone pants, fingering her pussy.  Desperately he wanted to get her naked and fuck her brains out, turn her over and peg her asshole, too.  But there was no time.  Her parents came over for dinner and that was that.

	The following weekend—nothing.  Chores around the house kept both Stone and Brittany busy.  There had been no contact, either, with Rusty.  But for security reasons that was to be expected and acknowledged.  On the following weekend, though…
	The time had come—really, for young Samantha to join in.  On several accounts.  She was a cool kid, very smart, had an awesome memory, could recite by heart a song (church song) she had read or heard only once.  She was polite, sweet, and all kinds of desirable—by her grandpa.
	And the time had come for her to join her sister on weekend outings.
	A sidecar made that event possible.  Both girls could ride in the sidecar or Samantha could ride the car (which was more appropriate and safe) while Brittany continued to ride behind her horny grandpa.  With naughtiness and mind altering devices so rampant, little Samantha had to keep in close proximity of her big sister and grandfather.  
	And for the sleeping arrangements—the girls would occupy the trailer while Stone occupied a small dome tent.  That didn’t sit well with Stone, or Brittany.			
	But be that as it may…
	The time had come.
	The sidecar, Samantha, the open road, another Christian rally.
	And Rusty Waters and family was a no-show.
	Stone was a little disappointed in that, maybe he would show later, it was a two-day weekend outing and there was still time.  Stone, meanwhile, settled into the form of being a good Christian leader, an example for his grandchildren and others around him.
	That night, though…

	Seven year old Samantha was plumb tuckered out.  She was a very sound sleeper, both her sister and grandfather knew that already.  After Brittany had returned from the porta-potty just before midnight, she found her grandfather lightly whistling for her from his single dome tent set up beside the motorcycle teardrop trailer.  Crawling inside the tent she found her grandfather naked…
	Though she couldn’t “SEE” him due to the darkness, she found his naked cock and the rest of his nudity nude.  Quickly Stone helped Brittany out of her clothes; he lay down and Brittany went right to him, sucking his cock in preparation for her sex.
	Stone had waited a long LONG time for their special unionship.  Brittany mounted her grandfather, sliding slowly down onto his erection.  It was hot, thick, and long.  She made sounds (pleasing) as she slid her young body down onto the prong.  Stone held her at the hips, caressing her sides and thighs until she was well seated.  Expertly she rose up, then down, then up, then down.  She lay down on her grandfather’s warm body; his hands roaming all over her bare backside, caressing her bare ass and diddling her rim.  Then they began to kiss, passionately.
	The kissing was just an intense as the lovemaking itself.  Brittany pumped vigorously, clenching her legs about her grandpa’s waist; her mouth completely engulfed by his, his tongue darting all about inside her.  It all came to a cumulative explosive end with Stone unleashing a massive wad of hot sticky love spunk DEEP inside his granddaughter.
	Brittany experienced something of an orgasm herself; as she arched her back Stone could just see by the moon’s light peeking thru the mesh netting window of his tent—nipples.  Hard erect nipples!  Stone squeezed his young girl and began sucking on her nipples, nipping them and then engulfing the whole mound.

	After some minutes of recovering the two stole out of the tent scented with their illicit love and crawled nakedly into the trailer.  Samantha lay in pure bliss.  With the windows up, curtains/blinds shut it allowed for a single light to illuminate the darkness.  It wasn’t a bright light and only shed a gentle light in the small interior.  
	Brittany sat on one side of her young sister, Stone sat up against the single door.  Brittany was smiling, fingering her still cum stained pussy.  Stone fondled his aching prick and waited—he felt something was up.
	He didn’t have to wait long…

	Slowly with extreme cautious care Brittany pulled the covers down to reveal Samantha’s deep sleeping body.  She wore a long tee-shirt with cartoon characters all over it.  Grinning and blushing Brittany then raised the tee-shirt to reveal Samantha’s yellow duckie panties.
	Stone got an immediate charge in his cock.
	Brittan opened her sister’s legs; pressing her fingers the young girl’s “mound” she totally enticed her grandfather.  Very slowly Stone put his own fingers to Samantha’s mound.  He moaned and groaned and bits of cum jutted from his cock.
	It would be the ultimate sin, molesting Samantha the way he wanted to.  But already he was a dog, having an on-going sexual relation(ship) with Brittany.  (and there was the business of what he had done to Rusty Water’s “daughters”…
	Brittany sat back, fingering her cunny, twisting thoughtfully her lips while twirling a long strand of hair.  Stone stared at the girl’s fuckable cunt AND asshole right close at hand, too.  More bits of cum jutted from his piss slit—his attention was refocused to Samantha.
	Holding his breath and the rest of his built up cum he began tugging down little Samantha’s yellow duckie panties.  It had been a while, but not too long a while, that he had seen the little wonder’s bare snatch.  She was modest.  She was damn cute, sweet, playful, smart as a whip, and … 
	Naked.
	The yellow duckie panties were rolled down to her ankles SLOWLY—and then off.  Then her long tee-shirt was pulled off rendering her butt-bare ass naked.  Stone took a moment to take in the naked child, he so very muchly had a time holding himself back from “mounting” her and humping madly against her cunny.
	“Do you (by chance) finger her?” Stone asked of Brittany.
	Brittany giggled, blushed, and shook her head No.
	Stone fingered Sam’s snatch, opened her young legs and seriously began finger/fondling exploration.
	“Do she see you naked?” the questioning continued.
	The two shared a room so it was a given.
	“Do you ever finger yourself with her around, watching?”
	Brittany shook her head, No.
	Too bad.
	Stone couldn’t hold back and positioned himself to whereas he was able to go down on the slumbering Samantha.  He had to raise her up some, but he didn’t mind—his hands cupping her dainty little ass.

	With his mouth about the child’s snatch he devoured; his tongue flicked into her cunny encountering some resistance just within.  But only a few moments were allowed as their was demanding attention from his prick.  He let the girl back down, then scooted up between her legs and began to powerful jack himself, grinding his cock against her poon and wished beyond wishes that he had Rusty Water’s kid, Jill or Karen with him…
	The hand pumping and grinding on Sam’s pussy created an incredible showering of spunk.  The first shot spewed out of his cock and up the sleeping naked child’s body with the remainder pooling all over the girl’s bald poon.  Stone continued grinding on the pussy to get every ounce of jiz out as well as every ounce of joy from the deed.
	When he was exhausted he sat back masturbating looking down onto the mess spilled onto his grandchild’s cunt.  Then, Brittany got involved bending down lapping the spilled juices up as well as sucking clean her grandpa’s cock.
	The following day and Rusty Waters with family arrived.
	Stone’s cock was sore, after his Brittany had sucked him clean he serviced her, licking out her pussy and then grinding on it.  When he was unable to cum Brittany on her own pulled her legs back.  She said nothing but it was implied.  Stone slipped himself into the girl’s pussy and when THAT didn’t help after several minutes of trying, Brittany (on her own) took her grandpa’s member for a try to her OTHER hole.
	It was tight going but finally there was penetration.  Brittany couldn’t help but “clench” and block the intruding prong—and unbeknownst to Stone, Brittany had been sodomizing herself with the hidden dildo…
	Anal penetration was finally achieved and Stone was relieved.  Brittany (as many girls) didn’t overly receive a great deal of pleasure from being hammered in the ass, but since the one doing the “hammering” did, the one receiving let it be.
	Stone emptied a great deal of his love splooge into Brittany’s hole with a generous coating applied to her ass flesh, too.  He fingered her pussy, rubbed her belly and chest and soon the two were laying side by side lip locked.
	They went to sleep that way.
	Just before sun rise Stone awoke with the need to pee.  Slowly he slipped out of the trailer and into his tent, dressed, and tottled off to the porta-potty to pee.  He returned to his tent and lay stroking himself until the sun rose.  What would the new day bring?

	It was a busy day to say the least.  Christian stuff and kid stuff and motorcycle stuff.  Thereafter Stone’s kids with Rusty’s kids and the other kids of the Christian Angels Motorcycle Association got together to do their own thing (Christian related) and to be away from the adults—there were responsible teen chaperones/supervisors.  It allowed time off for the adults, too; most continued with their Christian efforts to find and secure the Lost; others went off on a narly bike ride, and others (i.e. Rusty/Stone) went off to do something else entirely…
	(entirely non-Christian!)

	Nice Ass there, Nice Tits there.  Super skinny, young, super young.  All possible targets in a trendy popular marketplace—a locale where a HUGE fountain was the centerpiece with surrounding shops all around, a great movie theatre as the main draw.  It was overwhelming—there were simply too many “possibles.”
	And there was that pesky “security” issue, too.  On top of the buildings and light poles were security cameras; roving security and other do-goody snoops for law enforcement as well as vigilantes.  The world had gone to hell with the advent of the EMADs—virtually everyone had one!
	At length, though, shortly before evening type time, a target was sighted that was intriguing.  For whatever reason, the “target” had parked to the lee side of one of the multi-parking lots.  The “lee” side being that of where security was almost nil, lots of trees and shrubs, not a lot of vehicles.  The back-end of a service station was the close by, as was the back-end of a Mexican restaurant.
	With the Possible-Most Likely Target were three children, the oldest (a girl) about 13, then a boy and girl about 10 and twelve.  Stone was a little unsure; there were risks involved—it was traipsing across the boundary of…of…of morals, decency, ethics, righteousness and all that rot.
	Could he be involved in such a venture?
	Of course, he had already sank to the bottom of the morality pit of decency with the scrogging of his granddaughters.  His thoughts for the young were not always so pure.  He sweated and waited.

	The mommy was in her early 30s.  Trim bod, 36Cs, nice butt.  
	The eldest was a cutey, tall for thirteen, very slender body, SMALL titties, equally nice butt.  She wore lose light gray slacks—did nothing for her front but the butt!  Oh my!

	Next in line was the boy, he had just turned twelve, sandy brown hair, boyish features that were typical of his age group.  He wasn’t dorky or geeky and had some charm to him.
	Lastly but not leastly was the above’s ten year old sister, she looked twelve more than ten and had about the same sized titties as her older sib!  She wore a cheerleader skirt (red) with cheerleader top (white.)  Red socks, (white panties.)
	The family had a small SUV while Rusty had rented a LARGE SUV to drive around in.  The family Malone were transferred in without problem.  The windows of the rented SUV were extra tinted (for sun conditions), the engine was left on for the a/c to continue running.  None of the Molenes was “aware” of what was going on—or going to go on.  
	With the multi-devices Rusty was in full command.  Stone was along for the ride.  He was amazed to see how well the overtaking of the family had gone, transferring them from their vehicle to Naughty Vehicle.  It was during the transfer that Rusty raised the skirt of Emily to reveal her white non-cheerleader panties.
	Once inside the rented SUV there was very little time wasted; Stone somewhat sat back to watch, still unsure for security reasons.  Rusty, however, had no reservations.  The middle seat was folded back with the mother, Pauline-33 laid out on it.  Not time wasted, Rusty quickly began fondling the woman’s breasts, opening her shirt flipping up the bra cups.  Stone checked the girls and once assured that they were “under” and secured as possible, gently pushed Emily-10 down on the folded down seat, too.
	Rusty had the mother’s pants undone and pulling them down by the time Stone only had Emily’s skirt off.  Nice white snug fitting panties, with a minute “red” stain at the crotch.  Though “time” was really of the essence, Stone took time to marvel at the girl—then tugged her panties down.  No tampon, no insertable tube, but the girl WAS having her period.
	Rusty didn’t mind, it had been a while since last he had fucked a girl when she was on her period.  Beside him, Rusty had Pauline’s pants and panties off and he was on her, fucking.  Emily’s soiled panties were pulled completely off, examined a little more closely, then dropped to the floor.
	It was then that Stone realized the girl was “aware.”  Not totally aware but mildly so—she made facial expressions to indicate so.  Her brother beside her was the same.
	“Uh, Rusty…”
	Rusty was hard fucking Pauline, he paid no attention but concentrated on the fuck.  Pauline was “aware” herself but unable to do squat about it.

	Rusty slowed his pumping action before laying on Pauline, caressing his breasts, tweaking the nipples; he took a breather, sighed then somehow someway transmitted new commands from his eyewear transceiver to the frapped overtaken minds of Pauline’s children, and Pauline herself.
	The boy of Pauline was first to be made more “aware” than he had been.  He was still controllable.
	Rusty sat back cockeyed on the seat methodically caressing Emily’s legs.  He watched silently Adam-12 pulled off his green knit shirt, then his shoes, then went to work undoing his pants.  Rusty could see on the eyewear of Rusty’s a small minute green square flickering.
	As Adam pushed his underwear down, the Rusty pulled out of Pauline, he made some noises then lay off to one side of her.  Stone checked the water temperature of the truck, it was good.  Rusty powered down a couple of the windows down a couple inches to let some air circulate.
	“You like boys?” Rusty asked caressing Pauline who was also coming “around” and being made more aware than she cared to be.
	Stone recalled that along with six year old Karen and seven year old Jill; there, too, was a lad of eight and another at thirteen.  Stone licked his lips and ran his hand over his near bald head.  He didn’t answer Rusty but stared at Adam’s twelve year old naughty bits.
	Stone said nothing but laid down on Emily, opening her legs just and continued to drink the child in.  Rusty rested.  Adam fidgeted, Wendy-13 began to snivel.  Emily merely fussed as her top was pulled off, then her red skirt.  She was nude.  Stone licked his lips, then began undoing his pants.
	Adam tried to fight off the invasion in his mind, but he was no match to the power of the OTHER mind.  As the boy struggled he disturbed Stone who was grinding his naked cock against Emily.  Stone smacked the boy’s thigh then had the boy roll over.  Young Emily opened her legs more and it felt GOOD to Stone’s cock.  Her pussy was fantastic!  
	With Adam on his stomach, Stone began caressing the lad’s ass, squeezing the cheeks and reeling in the feeling.  He was doubly blessed with the feeling his poor aching cock was enduring grinding against Emily’s cunt and the feeling his hand got from caressing Adam’s ass.
	“It gets better.” Rusty said.  
	Stone sat up, pulling Emily to him.  Examining her cunny he made a determination—she wasn’t virginal.  She wasn’t a slut and didn’t get boned on a regular basis, but an irregular one.  She didn’t get boned by adult cock, neither.  

	Stone waited for Rusty as Rusty made contact to Adam.  The boy tremblingly crawled over his nude little sister and was helped into position on his mother.  Stone liked.  With a Device, anything could be made possible.  Rusty caressed the boy’s ass, himself, then directed by hand guiding the boy’s willy into his mother’s quim.
	Pauline, the mother, freaked the fuck out.
	She thrashed and flailed—and was subsequently smacked on the ass and thighs as a result.  Then her son who had sunk his not-yet-teen cock into her cunny was smacked on the ass.  Rusty leaned down and whispered something into the woman’s ear.  She settled down but was still very upset.
	Adam was upset but the feeling his cock got from being in the cunt that bore him thrilled him to the point of blanking his young mind from the horrendousness of the ordeal.
	Both son and mother knew what was happening, both knew it was the result of someone using a Device against them.  Both reacted as they should about it but it was noticed by both Stone and Rusty the mother placing her hands onto her son’s ass.  Rusty hadn’t told her to do that.
	There was more, the boy seemed to know just how to fuck and please his mother.  The boy swore under duress he had never fucked his mother before.  But under that dire duress he also admitted that he always wanted to.
	No more questions were asked—at the moment.  The mother spread her legs wide completely emptying her mind of the fate that lay for her daughters and engrossed herself with her son.  Rusty caressed the boy’s ass while Stone rubbed the head of his dick up and down Emily’s snatch.
	Wendy had pissed herself with fright.
	“Take off your pants.” Stone said to the frightened teen.  She bit hard her lower lip, face all screwed up; she shuddered and wept almost uncontrollably.
	“Do as you’re told or you’ll get spanked.” said Rusty.
	The girl had a tough time complying and it took Minding from Rusty to finally get her stripping down.  She wept and sniveled the whole time.
	In the meantime, mother and son had cum.  The boy was totally exhausted and lay fully on his mother, his cock still in her pussy, still cumming off.  Stone had managed to get his cock head into Emily’s young cunt—with more ease than should be possible.
	Wendy continued to struggle with her command to “get naked.”  She continued to cry and carry (as rightly she should).  Rusty leaned up over Emily and not too gently yanked the girl’s slacks off; then, locking the girl’s ankles he pulled her legs up and back some—then began walloping her young teenage ass as hard as he could.

 (it was something he always wanted to do but had no one he could do it to!)
	Wendy thrashed about but was controllable.  Stone wrenched her over onto her stomach and spanked her ass several hard times.  “Settle down!” he said angrily.  The same thought was conveyed from Rusty.  Emily, Adam, and their mother were also upset and needed “strong” measures to calm them.
	Stone discovered during his spanking of Wendy that he had moved up on young Emily, he had come to straddle her chest, his rock hard stone cock up against her face as he leaned to beat on her sister.
	Beside him Rusty used a belt to wallop Adam’s ass.
	“You will do as you’re told, asked, and anything else I want!” said a calm Rusty.  The kids and their mother understood, it didn’t make the horror any better, but they understood.
	Wendy lay with her arms up under her, sniveling all the way while Stone hooked her panties and pulled them down.  Stone took his time, caressing the girl’s legs and with the panties off, caressed her ass, squeezed the cheeks and then diddle the hole.
	To Stone’s delight he made some discoveries.  The first was Wendy’s funk hole, after a bit of fingering the hole he found it gave in more than it should.  He looked to his friend up against the door of the SUV, caressing Adam’s ass and humping himself up against Pauline’s side.  Stone then had Wendy sit up, legs open, her body back some so as to re-angle her snatch for all to see.
	“Tsk tsk tsk.” smirked Rusty, it was clear that the first born wasn’t a virgin.  Rusty leaned in and asked boldly, “you peg your sister?”
	Adam tried hard not to spill the beans, he was all emotionally drained and unable to hold back or lie.  Rusty smacked the boy’s ass, “Answer me!”
	“Yes, God-fucking-damnit!” the boy bellowed.
	“Do her up the ass?” Stone asked.
	The boy nodded.
	The mother beneath him was horrified.
	“Doing her, too?” Rusty asked of Adam about the youngest, Emily.
	The boy broke into horrendous crying as he admitted that it was so.
	Although Pauline had a slight fantasy about having sex with her pre-teen son, the admission of said pre-teen son screwing his sisters was appalling.  
	The boy was sat up and the horrified naked Wendy beckoned over.  She had to plant her wet pussy onto her mother’s face.  Rusty caressed and spanked the girl’s ass himself, then pushed the girl down on her mother’s heaving body—“Suck him.” she was told.  Wendy erupted in heaving herself

	While Wendy fussed about sucking her brother’s cock—which she did on a fairly regular basis, Rusty fingered her asshole, smacked her ass, then positioned himself behind her.  Beneath Wendy the mother totally freaked out.
	Meanwhile, Stone had lifted young Emily’s legs and had begun anal entry.  Rusty made vaginal entry to Wendy, Wendy had finally gobbled her brother’s prick and everyone was happy…

And then?
	“That’s a nice ass.” the statement was true and very true.  And continuing, “And you see, they blame US for admiring it!” that was a true statement, too.
	“Yeah, I hear you; they got the bodies we like, wear those skimpy clothes and get pissed if we get aroused or pay attention.”
	The pizza was good, the beer was better, the “tight” asses flaunting around was best.  The tightest asses were of those in tight black knit slacks who worked the pizzeria.  Didn’t do much for the crotch area, but the ass, the ass!  Stone and new friend Rusty needed a rest break after their afternoon shenanigans.  The Molene family would never be the same.  And for that matter, Stone didn’t think he’d be the same, either!
	Young Wendy had never been “double-teamed” before; after her successful sucking off of her brother’s cock and Rusty had had sufficient time to recover from sodomizing her asshole (and cumming off in in) Stone joined in, stuffing the girl’s asshole while Rusty pegged her hot snatch.  Great gobs of cum already anointed little Emily’s cunt.  
	When Wendy had been fucked thru, and her young mind on the fritz, she was directed to clean off her sister’s quim while her mother licked clean Wendy’s cum laden pussy and asshole.  Young whippersnapper Adam went down and cleaned off his mother’s cunt (sucking up his own spent cum!)  when the boy got a hard-on as a result, he promptly stuffed it up his mother’s asshole.
	In the pizzeria another little girl resembling Emily dashed about playing “tag” with her brother about 8 or 9 yrs.  The girl wore a short-shortie green skirt; when she ducked under tables and ran amok glimpses of her pretty pink panties could be seen.
	“I think your family and mine ought to get together.” Rusty said at length.
	Rusty thought it was a good idea, too.

		

*

The more we cum together the happier we’ll be…
	He wished he had one of those great big log cabins he had seen on his way up into the mountain retreat area.  It would be incredibly roomy, spacious, and private.  With a basement he could have his very own “rumpus” room—i.e. Shenanigan Room!  There was relative assurance that in time he could turn his youngest, Samantha, into being a sex deviant.  He wouldn’t hurt her, he wouldn’t even poke her until she was at least ten—but he would certainly shoot wads of his love cream on her, all over her!
	But he didn’t have a cabin.  He had a motorcycle and a woody.
	The motorcycle (with sidecar attachment and teardrop trailer) took him to the 7,000 foot level of Mt. Tamolock.  It was cool, shady, lots of trees, cool air, birds, squirrels, and privacy.  It was a special place Rusty Waters had found.  It was not so much as it was remote as it was almost a harrowing pain in the ass to get to and thusly not worth the effort.  Several times Rusty and Stone had to stop along the narrow mountain fire access road to push over the edge a boulder and/or log.  But once at the remote locale, it was worth it.
	After the long drive up to the remote locale PISS BREAK!
	Everyone departed to the bushes.
	Taking a chance, Stone accompanied granddaughters Brittany and Samantha.  For Brittany it was no problem, she had gone peeing together with her grandpa before.  Just a few feet inside the bushes and did Brittany undo her pants, shuck them down along with her panties and squat.  A torrent of pee streamed from her cunny.  Samantha seemed unsure, with her grandpa standing RIGHT THERE.
	And then he further put the youngster into “unsure” as he whipped out his cock and tugged it.  A huge stream of pee exploded from his cock, he seemed greatly relieved.
	Little Samantha had to “go” and with a stern look from her sister, Samantha dropped her pants before she wet them and squatted.  Stone ushered his pee out as quickly as he could—so as he could turn 45-degrees and continue “tugging” on his wang, exposing himself to Samantha.
	Seeing the little girl’s potential distress, though, he wisely tucked his hard member back inside where it belonged.  Squatting, though, he plucked a non-poisonous  leaf and help stand the little one up—he then wiped her.

	Sam didn’t protest, cry, or fuss, she watched in mild amusement as her grandpa wiped her cunny—his hand cupping her ass—his cock bursting at the seams inside his pants.  Brittany stood holding her pants just to her thighs, Stone wiped her, too.
	There was an uncomfortable feeling and so Stone knew “another” way had to be sought (to bring Samantha onboard the perverted way of life.)  The trio exited back into the clearing then began removing their camping gear from the bike.
	Stone watched his granddaughter, Samantha; she seemed no worse for wear (or being wiped) and happily was her self, helping construct the tent her grandpa would be sleeping in along with the removal of the ice chest and etc.  Stone slinked away to see what was going on with Rusty’s family as only a few of them were busy doing the same—constructing camp.
	Stone paused midway thru the bushes of his slinking when he came upon Rusty receiving a blowjob from Logan!  The boy was nude, Rusty’s cock was hard and pounding into the thirteen year old’s mouth while the boy himself jerked himself.  Nearby eight year old Jackie humped the ass of eight year old Courtney—both kids butt bare assed naked.
	Rusty was at the point of cumming.  He pulled out of Logan’s mouth, humped the boy’s face—then without a word spoken or conveyed electronically, Logan turned around.  Rusty moved to his knees and humped the ass of the boy, spanking the lad’s cheeks with his cock, reaching down “between” the boy’s legs to fondle the dangling testicles as well as giving some strokes to the boy’s wanker.
	Then it was all about sodomy.
	Stone slowly made his appearance, not sure that if his presence would be disturbing or what.  Rusty smiled and made a had nod, indicating that he was a “go” for whatever he wanted to do.  Stone wanted to do what young Jackie was doing—sodomizing Courtney.  But he was right near Logan who looked to Stone with his head cocked.  Stone had never had his schlong sucked on by a boy.  But there’s always a first time…
	The sensation of being blown by a teenage boy like Logan was incredible.  Mostly as the boy was “good.”  As he sucked, Logan fondled Stone’s balls and caressed his ass.  It was good.  Stone liked.  A lot.

	Back at the campsite all was coming all with the various tents being constructed and a campfire being built.  It was decided (by Stone/Rusty) that for Samantha she would be gently led into the fray—the fray that was naughtiness.  She would be “led” by observation—if that didn’t work, she would be led by other means.  Stone was a go for both.

Observations
	As the day progressed, little Samantha ventured off with the others; this allowed her to “observe” while in the company of Maryanne, Courtney, and Karen to “spy” on seven year old Jill as she sucked off on thirteen year old Logan as eight year old Jackie pumped her from behind.
	To say the least, Samantha was awed.
	Later on she observed Christy masturbating in the company of Maryanne.  Both girls were nude and soon got into a 69er with one another.  Logan ambled onto the scene, stripped naked and caressed Christy’s ass—as she was on top.  Maryanne (on bottom) pulled Christy’s ass cheeks open, an open invite for Logan to make happy.
	As Logan masturbated first, smacked his cock against Christy’s ass, Samantha chewed on her lips and stared in awe—beside her was Jackie, Courtney, and Karen.  None of them seemed “awed” and merely watched just to watch.  Then Jackie “whipped it out.”  Courtney giggled, Jackie blushed, Courtney got behind him and began “stroking” Jackie’s schlong.  All to the utter amazement of young Samantha Bibbles.
	“Wanna try?” asked Courtney.
	Samantha shook her head violently, No Way.  She DID stare at Jackie’s schlong, though.  It wasn’t a terrifically BIG schlong, he was eight, how big could it be?  But it was hard.  Courtney giggling and smiling reached out, wrapping her fingers about his chubby.  Jackie blushed and pushed his hands down the back of his pants pushing his pants and undies down.  He then rubbed his ass, rearing his shoulders back and smiling big.
	Samantha stood in complete awe.

	Later on, shortly before evening fall and the evening meal, Samantha was “guided” by Christy and Maryanne with Jackie and Karen with them to spy/watch Logan, Courtney and Jill.  Naturally, all three of the latter mentioned were naked.  Naturally!  And Logan had an amazing erection.  Sitting on a stump he stroked himself while Courtney and Jill giggled.  Jill stood back a couple of feet, legs open, and began to pee—standing up!  When she was done, Logan laid out on their clothes on the thick forest floor.  He beckoned young Jill to him and she came, squatting on his face.  He didn’t use a “leaf” to wipe her pussy but his tongue!
	Courtney took over stroking Logan’s teen cock, then she began to suck it.  Jill giggled and wriggled as she was planted on the boy’s face.  Christy, sitting behind Jackie, lowered the boy’s pants and undies.  She caressed the boy’s butt, thighs, and cock.  Maryanne stripped off her clothes and then helped Karen out of hers.

	Samantha was stupefied to say the least.  It was overload.  She went to watching the antics of Logan to watching Maryanne suck on Jackie’s pud.  Then Karen took a turn.  Maryanne caressed Karen’s ass while Christy stripped out of her clothes, sat back and began fingering herself.
	“Want to try?” Maryanne asked of Samantha.
	Samantha, though, was still a no-go.

	Dinner consisted of grilled hamburgers and hotdogs with various and appropriate sides.  The temp was dropping, the night falling quickly.  Samantha seemed no worse for wear for what she had experienced since her arrival.  Stone was just about ready to relent and have buddy Rusty “fix” her—as he had his own family.
	For the curious record, none of the kids with Rusty were actually his; they were the kids of friends of his, with Jackie a runaway boy Stone had taken in.  With Rusty’s Device(s) he was able to uncover the Naughty Side(s) of the kids he knew and use them to his advantage:
	Christy and Maryanne were already naughty—they loved fingering and cunt sucking one another; spanking and molesting little boys in their charge they babysat for.
	Karen was Christy’s step-sister.
	Jill was Maryanne’s step-sister.
	Logan was a naughty boy, had screwed his aunt when after she had caught him jacking off AND having Courtney (her daughter) jack him off.  She was single and horny and had no qualms with screwing her handsome young teenage nephew.  She DID have qualms with his doings with Courtney, but so long as she did so without being harmed, hurt, or forced then Logan’s aunt didn’t mind.  
	Rusty actually had an easy time of twisting the gang together, his manipulation of them was next to nil, they were already twisted and susceptible to his narly naughty ways.

	That night Stone crawled into the trailer with his granddaughters claiming that it was far too cold for him in his tent.  The girls didn’t mind, especially Brittany.  Stone needed a few moments to “get warm”; it WAS cold outside and shared body warmth was the way to go.  The dome tent was okay, but the cold mountain air went right thru.  The teardrop trailer was more capable of blocking the cold.  So in he was.  Brittany snuggled against him, she wore her thick thermal nightgown and panties.  As they snuggled, and Samantha asleep, Stone slipped his hand inside Brittany’s panties…

	As Stone caressed/squeezed his granddaughter’s soft/warm ass, she herself fondled his rock hard cock, her fingers diddling in the slick smega soiling the head of the cock.  Soon they were liplocked with Stone moving to be on his back and Brittany on top.  She straddled him and guided his manhood into her.
	With his hands on her hips she gently rose up and down, just enough, just to where her grandpa’s cock almost came out of her.  Then she slowly slid back down.  The two remained liplock with Brittany becoming more and more horny; she clenched his cock with her pussy and both illicit lovers strove to keep the trailer from rocking so.
	But very little could disturb little Samantha—in facts, NOTHING disturbed the little wonder.  She was an extreme sound sleeper.  With that knowledge known and after creaming in Brittany, Stone rolled to his side; Samantha lay on her backside sound to sleep.  It was dark.  It was a little warm, Stone’s nude body was soaked in layer of sex sweat.  Brittany cuddled up behind her grandpa.
	There was a little “dampness” to Samantha’s poon, Stone gently and lightly fingered the girl’s poon, sliding his finger in with a deep desire to slid his COCK into her.  But that would have to wait.
	Maybe.
	Finger-finger-finger.
	As his cock once more came to be stiff and hard he rolled the youngster over to her side, her backside to him.  Then, with extreme cautious care he pressed his cock against Sam’s ass, her panties and pajama bottoms worked down to her knees.  His cock took dramatic action of going between the girl’s legs, humping against her ass flesh and poking her warm bung hole.
	Her hole was too tight and no entry of his big dick was possible, despite the head of his cock and shaft well lubricated with Brittany’s cunt cream.  The desires to shag Samantha intensified, if she didn’t “turn” by tomorrow evening, he would have Rusty “fix” her.