August Moone Sagas
Book 6
Journeying
Chapter 45
The End is not Near
(but it’s close!)

Double Indemnity
	Thru the day young Samantha was privy to spying on the naughtiness of not only the Waters family but her own, too!  She witnessed Christy sucking on Jackie’s dong, his balls and all.  Both were nude with Logan behind her fucking happily away with Jill naked beside them fingering herself.  When Christy had had her fill of slurping on Jackie’s schlong, she laid herself out on her clothes and the boy got up between her legs, sliding his hard eight year old cock into her cunny. 
	Logan wasn’t left out, his cock was long and hard, dripping with cunt juices from Christy’s cunt as well as his own.  After using Jill’s panties to wipe his funky dong, Jill happily then devoured it, sucking it off.
	Samantha also spied surreptitiously on Karen, Maryanne, and Courtney as they took turns sucking on Rusty’s cock.  All were nude, save for the hiding-in-the-bushes Samantha Bibbles.   After Karen had sucked on Rusty’s cock, she stood up all giggling and snuggled up against the sitting Rusty.  Maryanne took over sucking duties, Rusty caressing her ass as he also caressed Karen’s ass.  Courtney stood nearby, legs apart, peeing.
	Strangely, Samantha didn’t seem distressed at the nude man.  She had Logan naked, the teen girls, and Jackie.  Everyone she had seen nude, including her sister AND grandpa.
	Then, shortly before evening type time again, Samantha made way into the bushes for privacy (she had to potty) and she was privy to watching her sister Brittany sucking on Grandpa Stone’s cock!  
	Later on (back at camp) Brittany returned with some of the other kids, Grandpa Stone was “off somewhere’s else”.  The two girls had a private convo; what exactly the details of that convo were private but the gist was Samantha was curious—not upset, but “curious” as to the narly goings on going on.  It was Brittany’s time to intro her little sis into the scheme of things.

	After the evening meal, and all had assembled/gathered for, their was singing and ghost story telling.  It was their last nite on the mountain, the gang had to get back home by Sunday evening at the latest.  Samantha happily occupied her grandpa’s lap when he was sitting.  When the fire began to die down and the night breeze chilling more and more, everyone began making their way to their sleeping areas.
	Stone followed his granddaughters into the trailer, it was small and made sleeping arrangements VERY cozy—which was how Stone liked it!  He himself undressed outside the trailer while the girls did so like same inside the trailer under the covers.  When Stone crawled in naked under the covers he found Brittany completely naked.  Which was not unusual.  He was delighted.
	He was delighted even more while scrunching around to get comfortable to find the naked skin of Samantha!  He closed and secured the single door he was backed up against, opened the roof vent for air, then turned on the one light at the “headboard.”  It didn’t really put out a lot of light but enough for the interior of the teardrop trailer.
	Laying on his side he lifted the covers just so.  Brittany lay on her back all aglow, giggling and carrying on so like a bashful/teasing twelve year old that she was.  Beside her her seven year old sister lay also bashful and giggling, and naked.
	Stone roamed his hand up and down Brittany’s fine body, cupping her young breasts, tweaking the nipples then moving slowly down to her cunny and giving it a good fingering.  Brittany parted her legs and began working her grandpa’s stone hard cock that lay against her.
	At length Samantha turned onto her side and laid her head on her sister’s chest.  Slowly-ever-so-slowly she moved her hand across Brittany’s belly.  Stone held his breath.  Brittany let go her grandpa’s cock and Samantha took over.
	She didn’t do much, just placed her little fingers about the fully erect bone of stone.  But it was enough.  It was a start.

	Somewhere in the middle of night Samantha gently tapped her naked grandpa awake.  “I gotta pee-pee.” she whispered.  Stone grumbled, farted, then as he lay awake some himself the “urge” struck him as well.
	It was bitter cold out, ‘specially when butt bare assed naked!
	They didn’t move too far from the trailer, Stone gently coaxed his cock to pee.  Samantha at first squatted, by the moon’s light Stone could just barely see her.  As Stone began to pee, Samantha stood up, spread her legs, held her arms about her bare chest and let go her flow.

	Once back inside the warmth of the trailer, under the covers, Sam cuddled onto her naked grandpa shivering.  Stone cuddled his granddaughter, caressing her, running his hands quickly up and down her lovely nude body.  It didn’t take long before she became warm and was soothed back to sleep.

	Noises awoke him with a startle.  He stretched, wriggled his toes and rose his head up peeking out the side window.  Christy and Maryanne were out naked, shivering, in the company of Jackie and Jill.  Coming out of the woods carrying Karen was a naked Logan.  They all chatted a moment, bitching about the bitter cold, it was at least an hour before the sun even THOUGHT about rising.  The group returned to their large tent and Stone returned to caressing Samantha.
	Samantha stirred some; she smiled, stretched, farted, then cuddled her grandfather.  Whether or not she realized that she was naked on top of her naked grandfather was not clear.  Stone caressed her continually, squeezing her deliciously tender ass.  The little girl squirmed some, then placed her own hand to her own ass and rubbed a cheek, no—scratched it.  She snuggled more, farted, then giggled.  She kept her eyes tightly shut, but she was awake.
	Stone patted her ass, squeezing both cheeks, slipping his fingers down into the crack.  When he touched her pooper rim she instinctively reacted with clenching and sudden jerking.  She relaxed, though and her legs dropped over her grandpa’s waist.  
	Gently with care and ease Stone moved his granddaughter down his body until her cunny was resting on his boner.  Samantha pressed her innocent snatch against the pulsing prong.  Stone, gripping her hips, glided her up and down.  It didn’t take long before Stone was at the pivotal moment of explosive bliss.  He stopped, temporarily.
	Samantha once more farted, giggled, then sat up.  She had gotten hot under the covers.  Her face turned serious for a moment, she wiped the loose strands of her blond hair out of her face.  Stone held her at the waist, she was so pretty—even a bit prettier than her sister.  She would be even better in a couple of years, especially when she got titties and fur on her twinkie!
	The little wonder looked down, she could just barely see the head of her grandpa’s cock sticking out between her cunt.  She grinned and blushed.
	“I can see your worm, grandpa!” she giggled.
	“Well, almost.” He chided her.
	Samantha wriggled her little body and moved down some, a little more of the “worm” could be seen.

	“Maybe if you TURN AROUND.” suggested Stone.
	Samantha quickly turned about, her grandpa helping scrunch her body up to where she was practically sitting on his face!  She lay down on him and gripped his “worm.”  Stone was close to shooting massive wads into her face right then and there—how he held back he had no idea.
	Samantha’s ass.  Long had he admired the girl’s ass, long had he held secret desires to tongue the ass, diddle the funk hole, finger the hole and then drive his wang into it.
	He held the same notions for her cunny, too.
	Slowly he lapped at Samantha’s taint, licking up between the child’s cheeks, diddling the hole with a fevered rush.  Spreading the cheeks allowed him to lick up and down the crack, spending precious time trying to breach the tight virgin rim.
	Samantha, meanwhile, griped his dick; her fingers not too tightly about the rock hard bone seemed fascinated.  Stone knew that there was cum soiling the head of his cock.  Samantha sure was taking her time…
	Goosing.  Stone began to squeeze Sam’s ass, prying the cheeks open as much as possible, diddling the hole of opportunity more and more.  Soon he was easing a finger into the hole.  Suddenly he closed his eyes, arched his back, and felt waves of tingling sensations seething from his toes to his head—Samantha had latched onto his cock with her mouth!

*

If you aint where you are, you’re nowhere
	A week past.  Then another.  And then another.  And yet then again another.  A whole month elapsed before the girls got to come back to their naughty-naughty grandpa.  They were busy with school projects and stuff at their own home with their own parents (nothing naughty, though) and Stone was busy with work and personal stuff himself.
	School was over with for the girls and vacation with their parents was close at hand.  Stone hoped to scoot away with them for a weekend fling himself.  And he was not denied.
	Stone’s friend, Rusty Waters and family, though, were “unavailable” on the weekend Stone had available.  No worries, Stone was going just the same and deemed that he would have a balling good time!

	The sly family Stone (sorry) traveled back to the remote area they had been previously.  As soon as they arrived they all had to pee.  Naturally!  Brittany and Samantha quickly hustled out of their clothes and didn’t bother going into the bushes—they stood a few feet from the motorcycle and trailer, spread their young legs and began peeing.
	Their grandpa had troubles peeing as he had a terrific hard-on instead.
	He watched the girls pee, got on his knees before them and watched up close and personal, when they finished he brushed her fingers against their poons, then angled his head down to “lick” their pissy poons.
	Standing up Stone stroked his bone, then Brittany and Samantha took over.  His urge to pee quickly was quelled.  Gently he caressed the girls’ heads, running his fingers thru their hair, caressing their faces.  Slyly he angled his cock to Brittany.  Brittany smiled, blushed, twisted her young nude body to and fro; her grip on her grandpa’s cock was good—slowly she worked it up into a frenzy (the cock) before leaning forward just so and pressing her sweet lips to the glistening knob.
	Samantha stood fingering her pussy, caressing her ass that was warmed by the sun, watching all in utter fascination.  The last time they had camped out she had finally fully engulfed her grandpa’s cock—the end result was his “liquid love” cream that was at first disgusting, gross, and horrible.  And there had been a lot of it, too.
	After the BJ Stone had turned his little cocksucker around, once more pressing her cunny onto his schlong.  She laid down on him and they cuddled; she had spat out the goo that had spewed in her mouth, but there was still some of it on her chin and at the corners of her mouth.  Stone didn’t care, they kissed and liplocked and Stone cleaned his spunk from her mouth.

	After several strokes of serious sucking from Brittany, it was Samantha’s turn.  Brittany fingered her own pussy and still giggled from being so naughty with her grandpa.  Samantha gripped the big dick, it was warm and pulsed in her small hand.  She was at the right height, though, the cock angled “upwards” but was easily suckable at her level.  And she did.
	Samantha sucked and sucked and sucked.  Stone was tired from the long drive up to the remote campsite, but he endured the tedious suck.  He had other desires, to stuff Brittany between her legs and then up her ass before doing likewise to Samantha.
	Samantha, of course, was too young for actual cock to cunt/asshole penetration, but there was nothing like trying!

	Other than being sucked on, having his granddaughters run amok in the nude, being nude with them, humping on them in various places, he guessed 69ing them was next on his list as best.  He loved 69ing the girls, Brittany had been first and he longed for it to happen with Samantha—and he was overly joyed when it finally did.
	With the campsite so-so set up, a fire in the campfire place, they had had their fill of sodas and snacks, it was “time for business.”  A dome tent was set up for “appearances” in case someone came along and for the preliminary fooling around with space to do so.  At night they were sleep warm and cozy-like inside the teardrop trailer.
	In the tent there were the spare bedding and sleeping bags.  Brittany lay out on the bedding, she had fingered her cunny into a tizzy and needed a good sucking/fucking herself.  Samantha sat at her shoulder but watched up close and personal as her grandpa “went down” on her sister.
	The taste of Brittany’s recent “pee” didn’t bother him, he licked/lapped and sucked, driving his tongue into her cunny totally sending the girl into sexual cunt pleasing fits.  (his finger spent time shoving its way into her asshole)
	After much ado about tonguing (and fingering), Stone moved to have his cock get into the action.  Brittany parted her legs wide and Samantha sat with mouth agape.  The concept of “sex” and “sex acts” was still a little elusive to her, but she was smart and got the gist of sexual intercourse pretty well.  Stone glided the swelled head of his cock up and down Brittany’s fevered cunt, pressing into the snatch mounds and gently but with pressure making suitable entry.
	Stone had a hard time keeping himself from cumming.  He wanted the moment to last—longer than a moment!  The head of his rock hard cock made entry and with that gentle pressure he was making shaft entry.  Brittany bit her lower lip, clenched her young body and the covers and received her grandpa’s cock.
	Stone went as slow as he possibly could, not wanting to hurt/harm or distress her.  Not all of his shaft made the pleasing entry, but close counts.  Stone gripped Brittany’s ass and began to pump.  Never had it been so good.
	Brittany’s nipples perked up, Stone went down on those, nipping one and the other.  His hips continued pumping, sitting beside them young Samantha fingered her pussy.
	At length the torrent of liquid love would not be held back any longer.	
	Brittany arched her back as her pussy was well lubricated.  Her grandpa’s love cream shot DEEP into her young sex, squirting back out along his shaft, coating his balls and all.

	To say he was “spent” was an understatement.  He came in a torrential torrent with half his love spewing into Brittany’s cunny and the rest out along his shaft and balls. 
 	Pulling out of Brittany he lay on her totally exhausted.  Brittany, though, still seemed—horny.  She wriggled underneath her grandpa, trying to frig her cunny and wriggle.  Samantha continued fingering herself, then cracked a cheek and farted.

	Later that afternoon they went for a hike—life it all about fucking and sucking, you know!  Stone did miss his queer friend, but the private time with his granddaughters was good, too.  Life was not about sex; the girls happily discussed school, activities, teachers, home life, and so on.  At length they came to a pond being fed by a constant creek.  It was a little warm so a “spring” dip was just the thing.
	Frolicking ah-natural was the thing with very little shenanigans involved.  After awhile the family walked nakedly back to their campsite, Stone got a good fire going and the family cuddled under a single blanket.  More frolicking followed with Stone making entry into Brittany once more and Samantha sucking him off afterwards—as well as cleaning Brittany’s cunny!
	And then they went to bed!

The next day…
	Just before the girls stripped off their clothes for another afternoon frolic in the cooling waters of the creek, voices!  The girls stood up and fastened their pants back up.  Stone scanned with his ears to locate where the voices were coming from—and when he had determined the Where he slinked along the creek to See.
	Brittany and Samantha came along, as well.
	Across the creek, some hundred yards from where Stone and the girls were about to get frolicky, a pair of boys there were.  Butt naked boys!  Not bad looking boys—curiously interesting naked horny boys.
	Horny as they both had MAJOR hard-ons.  Brittany and Samantha were all eyes.  Then…
	One boy (Vance-15) had shoulder length blond hair, rugged looks, washboard abs, trim body, 6 ½ inch dick.  The teen glistened in the noonday sun, he was muscular all over and gently stroked his protruding bone slowly.
	The other boy was dark haired, closely cropped hair, thin, but not muscular.  He had an average cock length, had some scars on his bare back, and went by the name of “Gale.”

	The boys stood in a small-small clearing, glistening in the sun as young boys do, they soon got into a ‘cock fight’, basking their puds against one another, then stepping up to shove the puds down the scrotum and then on to between the legs.
	This was followed by ass grabbing—the boys pressing their fine nude bodies together, hands groping the other’s bare ass, their cocks pressed down between the other’s legs…
	This was followed by Vance turning Gale around.
	Gale complied, bending over with a hand to his knees, the other hand pulling a cheek apart.  (Across the creek Brittany raised an eyebrow, she had never seen (or knew) that guys did such things as what was about to transpose before her).
	Vance firstly smacked his friend’s ass, could have been a brother, too.  Gale bent over more, pulled his cheek apart more and Vance began making slow but steady entry.
	Once Vance was fully IN, the butt pounding began—fast and furious.
	Gale made faces, placed both hands on his knees and made loud audible noises, too.  Vance smacked the boy’s ass and pumped like he was on fire.  A couple of times the Fucker “reached around” the Fuckee and grabbed the hard bone slinging all about and gave it a couple of “whacks.”  The slinging testicles were also fondled in the process.
	At length, Vance increased his pumping to an incredible speed before suddenly “straining” and flexing.  His body arched, he threw his head back and drilled hard until the “feeling” that was orgasmic exploded into a furor.
	Then it was all about slow dramatic pumps, shoving his meat stick in as far as possible and then some, clenching his ass cheeks as well as clenching his hands to Gale’s ass.
	Vance finally pulled out and nearly collapsed on nimble legs.
	“Shit, dude!” he exclaimed as he went to his knees stroking his meat.
	“Fuck, dude!” said Gale as he pried his cheeks “shooting out” wads of cum buried deep into his asshole.  He rubbed his ass like it was on fire, but it was his smoldering funk hole that was.
	Gale turned about, standing straight—his teen cock standing out straight, too.  He stroked it, flopped it, fondled his tight snug balls, then stood with legs at a stance.  Vance still continued humping his cock but stood up on his knees, leaned forward, and engulfed Gale’s cock.
	Brittany and Samantha stared in awe.
	But there was more to cum…

	Being sneaky, Stone and the girls slipped down the creek unseen to come upon another pair.  This time, though, a boy and a girl.  By just a little studying, they were brother and sister.  The boy was older at about sixteen years young while his blond haired sister was no more than thirteen.
	The boy had rugged features, thick light brown curly hair.  He was tall, robust, but retained something of a boyish charm face.  Whether or not “Holly” was actually his sister or not was not certain, she could have been a cousin or a family friend.  Holly had a sweet face and a sweet body; her blond hair in twin braided pony tails; she wore a simple outdoor checkered shirt with rust colored jeans and hiking boots.
	“Come on, Holly, please?” begged the boy, he stood with his cock out, it was hard and stiff and ready for action.  Holly was the intended action.  She was reluctant, though, made faces to indicate that it was intended from “Will” that she SUCK him.
	“I don’t want that stuff in me,” she replied, “it’s gross.”
	Stone smiled as he caressed his granddaughters’ ass.
	“I wont cum,” replied the anxious brother.
	“Promise?”
	“Yeah, yeah,” he said desperately, “I promise.”
	Boys are such liars…

	As Holly sucked on Will’s schlong, Will reveled in the job.  He had merely had his cock out of his pants, as Holly gobbled he fully undone his gray jean pants and let them fall.  Holly worked the underwear down herself.
	“Take your shirt off.” Will said as Holly continued her slurping.  She seemed “pro-like” as she slobbered on the schlong, devouring the entire 6-plus inches of cock meat.
	Holly unbuttoned her shirt, removed it and then unhooked her bra.
	Will pumped into her sweet angelic-like face—it seemed like he wanted to pull out, or tried to, but Holly maintained a powerful lock on him, cupping one hand to his ass, the other his swelled balls.  Will systematically ran his hands thru her hair, working her head back and forth—but she was mostly doing that on her own.
	On her knees, Holly unfastened her pants and tugged them down—exposing her self in multicolored white and purple flowery panties.  Will pumped faster, finally pulling out to rub his cock all over Holly’s face.  Holly smacked her lips, sat back and eyed the one-eyed monster waggling before her.
	“Are you cumming?” she asked.

	“Not yet.”
	Holly didn’t trust him and sat her ass on her heels, still eyeing the distrustful schlong.
	“Well,” Will said at length, squeezing his cock at the base as well as his balls, “let me go in somewhere else!”
	Holly pursed her lips thoughtfully; then, somewhat reluctantly she laid out on her clothes, shucking her panties down her legs.  When the undies were at her knees, Will dropped to his knees and took the garment on off—sniffing the crotch of them as he did so.
	Holly opened her legs, drawing fingers to her delicate snatch to frig.  Will gave a stroke or two to his dong before “going down” on his sister, or cousin, or family friend.  As he teased Holly’s cunt, Holly wriggled some, tweaked her nipples and looked extremely fuckable.
	Will didn’t spend a lot of time eating out her poon, he moved up and glided the head of his dick up and down the girl’s pre-teen cunt, and made some entry.
	“Just a little,” commented Holly, “I don’t want you shooting that stuff in me.”
	Will once more “promised.”  Slowly he made full vaginal entry, like he had done many times before.  One pump, two pumps, and then he was pumping with serious strokes.  Holly clung to him, biting her lower lip and reeling in the excitement that was sex.
	There was no stopping Will, he began to pump with some vigor and vim, Holly continued to hang on and no longer worried if he would “shoot that stuff” in her.
	Then, “Holly!  Will!” a voice called out in the woods, not too close but close enough.  The two illicit lovers broke and laid out flat on the ground.  “Holly!  Will!” the voice, a MALE voice called out, paused, then called out again.
	Stone could see the caller, down the stream looking all around.  He called out again, shook his head and Stone figured someone was going to get a bitching out when they got back to the campsite.  He’d like to see Holly getting spanked…
	The caller/dad disappeared into the woods continuing to call out for the pair, going away from where they were.  Holly bowed her head, “whew!”  Will sat up and nodded; his dick was still hard and he glanced to Holly.
	Holly lay on her stomach still.  Will checked her ass, a lovely pre-teen ass.  Placing his hand on the lovely pre-teen ass he got even harder.

	“Will,” complained Holly, “we gotta stop and get back to camp.”
	“We will, we will,” Will said, “but first…”
	Boys!

	Brittany grunted but not loudly as her grandpa eased his own bone into her ass, it was difficult as her young legs were confined by her clothes at her knees; but she was bent far over with one hand of hers holding a cheek open while sister Samantha held the other…
	Stone had to get off.  His cock near effortlessly slid into Brittany’s backdoor, he wanted into her pussy—or Holly’s! but would suffice with what he could get.  Samantha caressed Stone’s cock that didn’t go into Brittany’s asshole; she cupped and squeezed his balls (and giggled, too.)
	Across the creek; Will was in Holly’s ass—so it was supposed.  The young girl on her knees, face down on her clothes, Will’s balls slapping in quick time as he plowed her from behind.  He plowed quickly for several minutes until at last he came to that achievement all Fuckers strive for.
	Holly frigged her cunny and tweaked her nipples meanwhile.
	Stone shot a massive wad of hot juicy spunk matter into Brittany’s asshole; when he pulled out Samantha was awed at the cum oozing out, Brittany’s asshole a “hole” the size of a quarter.  The “hole” slowly closed/snapped shut issuing out the rest of her grandpa’s cum.  Stone was relieved (at least temporarily) and so was Will…

**

	She was a chubby gal, but had a pretty face.  Bigger set of titties for a girl her age, could stand to be on a diet and exercise, but just the same—she had a pleasing personality and was apparently willing to be nasty…
	Returning up the stream back towards the campsite Stone and family encountered (without being known) a threesome.  The chubby girl was one, a short skinny girl was another, and a tall blond haired fella was the third.  The chubby girl was approx. thirteen, maybe fourteen.  So was the skinny as a rail girl.  The male member of their threesome was in his mid to late thirties.
	The chubby girl lay on out on her back on a windbreaker jacket—her multi-layered top clothing pulled up to reveal a pair of bodacious hooters.  Her pants and panties were at her ankles; knees up and opened.
	The skinny girl knelt beside eyeing the adult male as he seemed to be in control.  He had gone down on the chubby girl with the big tits, licking and sucking on her cunny for several minutes before…

	The man whom Stone didn’t believe was biologically connected to the girls biologically or any other way ‘cept sexually stood up on his knees and undone his pants.  Down they came along with his underwear.  Out flopped his manhood in all its lengthy glory—seven inches if an inch.  The man stroked the member, waggled it before the girls, then moved up between the opened legs of the chubby one.
	The girl squatting beside them was all aglow, giggling some and turning red.  The girl on her back made some faces as penetration was turning her.  The somewhat shaggy blond fella seemed to make full penetration; he took his time sliding in and then pulling out.  The skinny girl leaned so as she could see the “penetration.”
	The man got into a rhythm and “fucked.”
	The chubby girl made faces, grabbed up handfuls of sand and forest debris and endured.
	“Take your clothes off.” said the man to the still clothed girl. 
	The skinny lost some of her giddiness, sat back and thought it over a moment or two, then began undoing her long sleeved button shirt.  She didn’t have the huge knockers that her friend getting doinked but had small apple sized beauties.  A small dainty pink bra with the clasp in the front where the pink rose was in the middle.  The man fucking the chubby girl reached out and began fondling the skinny girl’s young titties, tweaking the nipples then cupping the whole mound.
	Stone was in agony.  Slowly he worked Samantha’s pants and panties down, then positioned her in front of him and began a slow process of “getting off” by humping against her taint.  It wasn’t as good as actual penetration, but it was close.
	The skinny girl, Nancy, stood up and undone her turquoise jeans.  The man fucking the chubby girl watched in some fascination—as did Stone slinking in the bushes.  Nancy kept her shoes on and worked the jeans off with the shoes still on.  She wore nice tight snug fitting hi-cut panties of pink and red flowers on a pink screen.  Down they came, too.
	The man fucking, Garret, licked his lips and slowed his fucking to ogle the nude skinny girl.  He nodded in approval, licking his lips then nodded for her to take a sit on the chubby girl’s face, “Like you were doing the other day.” he said with a surreptitious smile.
	Ah.  Busted.  The girls had been busted being naughty with one another and Garret was being an asshole blackmailing them.  Cool!  
	Nancy squatted herself down onto her friend; the chubby girl, Katy, began licking and sucking on Nancy’s hairless quim.  It enticed Garret to fuck all the harder.  So did Stone…

***

	Quiet time with the girls.  It didn’t get any better.  Well…
	The family returned to their own and spent three weeks apart.  It was time well spent as Stone’s cock needed the time off!  On the fourth weekend, Stone was contacted by Rusty Waters.  “time for a “get-together?”
	Stone’s granddaughters were anxious, too.
	So was Stone.
	Some planning was instilled and on the 4rth weekend the group “got together” for a bike ride.  They returned to the campsite they favored and wasted little time in getting naughty.  All along the way up to the remote campsite area Stone thought of Rusty’s family:  Christy and Maryanne were thirteen and very fuckable.  He wasn’t too interested in the teenage boy, Logan, but he might!  The little ones, Courtney, Jill, and Karen were little and he had qualms about doing anything more serious than poking them in the mouth.  Rubbing on their bare ass and between their legs was a given.
	There was a lot of “mingling.”  Brittany and Samantha were apart of the mingling and Stone was introduced to the joy that was film making.  That is to say, Rusty Waters made his way in the world by being a porno director producing pornography.  Underground-illicit porno was a big business and Rusty was good at it.
	Stone was curious about the “business”, too; but worried about his status as a Christian.  He was a married man, a pillar in the community, respected and honored--being involved in the porno biz was quite a leap.
	Brittany “mingled” with Rusty’s boys, Jackie and Logan.  Jackie was eight years young, Logan was thirteen.  Samantha went mingling with Jill and Karen, supervised by Christy and Maryanne.  That left eight year old Courtney for Stone and Rusty…
	For Brittany, she laid out inside the “stagecoach” of Rusty’s motorcycle.  Logan already had a pleasing boner and young Jackie was hard all the time!  Brittany removed her clothes, one piece at a time and did so slowly.  Logan and Jackie shucked themselves out of their clothes but not so slowly.  Once all three were nude, Brittany examined Logan and Jackie’s wares, specifically  their rock hard cunt pleasing cocks.  She stroked the throbbing members, cupped their balls then began kissing and sucking on Logan’s prong firstly.  Jackie scooted around Brittany’s fine nude body and rubbed his hard prick up against her ass, the crack, and then made insertion.

	Meanwhile,
		Christy and Maryanne stripped down to their skin then helped Jill, Karen, and Samantha out of their clothes.  Then, Christy and Maryanne took turns “exploring” the young girls—exploring by using their tongues!  Oh my!  All three of the young girls laid out on their clothes, Christy and Maryanne went tonguing the cunnies of each girl.
	Back at the campsite,
		Stone caressed Courtney’s young tender ass as he lay beside her.  Rusty stroked off watching nearby.  The day was good, the air cool and freshened with the scent of the pines and cedars.  Birds twittered all about, squirrels and chipmunks did their thing, the creek nearby could be heard; it was a wondrous scene.
	Courtney was a cutey, the average size for an eight year old; long very soft brown hair that curled at the ends.  The smile she had was incredible, she usually had a laugh that went with the smile; there were those pair of delightful green eyes that sparkled, too.  (and butt bare assed naked she was even cuter!)
	 Just a light coating of molesting, smoothing his hand over the young girl’s bod, most attention was to her ass; squeezing the cheeks, diddling the hole, becoming intensely aroused.
	Courtney fidgeted and Stone moved to be on top of her, laying on her backside.  Rusty moved to positioned himself before her sweet face.  The young girl took holt of Rusty’s schlong, jacked it a bit then began sucking.  Stone rubbed his rock hard cock up and down the girl’s crack, pausing now and then to poke the girl’s not-so-tight asshole.
	At length, as she was well schooled, Courtney “raised” herself up, specifically her ass.  Stone began making slight entry to the offering; closing his eyes he thought of Samantha…

*

Moving right along…
	The near end of Summer came, it had been weeks since Stone and Rusty had been in the woods.  There were just a couple of weeks before the kids were to return—another campout bash was planned.  It was while camping that Stone and Rusty met/encountered another who was very much like them—naturally!
	His name was Shubert, not that one, the other one; Dusty Shubert who went by the nick of “Shoes.”  Shoes had a small contingency with him, one young’un, four teens, one adult female.  All under the subject of an EMAD.

	Dusty Shoes had his campsite set up remotely not too awful far from where Stone and Rusty were camped.  Rusty and Stone struck off on their own for their own purposes—they knew that there were others in the area and they merely wanted to see who was who and what they were doing…
	Two teenage boys were stuffing two teenage girls while an adult woman was laid over a log being spanked with a belt with an occasional “stuffing”, too.
	There, as well, was a young girl, naked, sitting on a stump watching.
	The two girls were 69ing, the boys were at opposite ends with the one strapping young lad shoving his fuck stick into the girl on top—into her pussy and asshole as well as getting his balls washed by the girl underneath (on bottom.)  the other boy pumped into the mouth of the girl on top, as well as stuffed the girl who was underneath, into her poon.
	The nude man spanking the adult woman paused in his beating of her to step back and masturbate.  The woman was not “tied” to the log and her emotions were mostly calm.  The instrument of pain deliverance was a belt; the man shuffled over to the boy who was closet, screwing the ass and pussy of the girl on top, and lashed the boy’s ass.  Just because.
	The boy arched his back and cried out.
	Another smack to the boy’s ass; then the man lashed the ass of the girl.  The boys continued their screwing of the girls, the woman at the log rubbed her searing ass.
	“Come here.” The nude man said directing his command to the woman.  She crawled over on her hands and knees,
	“Suck ‘em.” he said.
	The woman didn’t hesitate but went promptly to sucking on the schlong of the first boy, sucking his cock whole—cupping his balls, rubbing his ass, getting him off.  The nude man stroked himself then sidestepped over to the young nude girl on the stump.  
	Spying Stone thought the girl may be the man’s daughter.  He was sure for certain but they seemed to have a repore.  The girl worked the man’s cock and then leaned back, clutching the edges of the stump while the man put his cock into her sex.
	Meanwhile, the woman had successfully sucked off the first boy and went straightaway to working on the second youth.  The first boy looked over his shoulder back to the nude man and the nude little girl; he stroked himself back to hardness watching the two fuck.

The Beginning
	Dusty Shubert or “Shoes” to those who knew him.  But then again, not many DID know him, not personally or intimately.  He was one who kept to himself.  But he was friendly to those he DID meet in his apartment complex, even helpful—carrying heavy packages for someone, opening gates, helping someone down the wrought iron stairs, that sort.
	But Shoes had another side to him, too.
	A dark side.
	Dwelling in an apartment complex made it tough for those who also dwelled in the “dark side” of life, but Shoes preformed both adequately.  As most characters in this never-ending-saga and Main Characters, Dusty “Shoes” Shubert was into the young.  He also had an EMAD.  Naturally!  It was low key and didn’t always work, which put Shoes into simply using his inert power or persuasion (brute force/brute voice) to make his way clear and obeyed.
	There were “Subjects” prior to where it “began” for Shoes, in that there were others before the “special one” came into his life.  Susan Wiggins was the “special.”  To Shoes, though, ALL his subjects had been “special.”  Girls, boys, teens, other.  Black, Mexican, American Indian, Indian, Japanese, German.  He had no qualms whatsoever (and no morals, either)
	It was the day and age of EMADs.  Everyone had one.  There were different types and degrees of EMADs and their usages; there, too, were countermeasures for EMADs as well as detectors.
	There were also devices preventing sexual intercourse—“cock biters” that were in essence a condom inserted into a “hole” (any hole, pick a hole) male and female of all ages.  The condom was like a snake’s fangs in that once insertion of an attacker’s cock was in and the subsequent pull-out the cock-biter condom clamped onto the penis dramatically with tiny minute “fangs” that could only be surgically removed.  The condoms were for the vagina or the anus.  The anal condoms were not big sellers but there were some sold and provided.
	Most girls and many young boys wore special garments that let off a reeking smell like a skunk smell attaching itself to the attacker (activated by the child/victim.)  Special whistles, sprays, ear piercing sounds that not only debilitated the attacker but alerted others around the victim.
	Every day, though, a new EMAD was out in the public.  Every day someone new went “missing”, or was found wandering behind the bus station, the park, midnight walking down the center lane of the city naked, dazed, and confused.

	Karen Wiggins captured Shoe’s attention; she was pretty.  Very pretty.  He scored her in the Top Three.  Quickly he imagined her naked, in her panties, and on his cock.  She had a delightful smile and an intoxicating laugh.  So pretty in her light powder blue top with ruffles down the chest and purple lace hems at the arm holes.  
	Tight jeans, not too tight, but tight enough.  She was slender, a long face, perfect teeth, amethyst earrings, a light blue watch band with a dark purple face.  
	Her blond hair that curled at the ends bounced nicely about her shoulders as she played in the central park of the City.  Lots of kids were about, teen girls gossiping and “hanging out”; boys playing with their dogs and flying plastic discs; young adults practically making-out right in front of everybody…
	Shoes took his time, there was no significant hurry; he checked his quarry daily and got the routine of the Subject down.  All in all it took about a week before he made his move.
	Knowing the girl’s routine allowed Shoes to waylay the Subject at the critical point when she was walking alone to the park she frequented.  He still worried and fretted about other security measures—were there hidden cameras watching him from the traffic lights?  Sign posts?  The corners of windows?  That casual passer-by?  
	Shoes scurried off with his g prize, pausing to reinitialize his personal EMAD and give the girl a second dose to make her more “willing.”  Thereafter he quickly scurried along in the shadows of the ally ways until reaching his destination—his non-descript everyday mini-van.
	Laying the girl out in the middle seat, Shoes took the opportunity to pat her ass.  His cock soared and he could hardly wait to get to his apartment.  After making a quick but suitable security check he slowly left the area and to blend in with normal traffic.
	Just before reaching his apartment complex his Subject “woke up.”
	Shoes fumed.  The EMAD in his possession had flaws, it didn’t always work and when it did it sometimes did not maintain a “hold” on the mind of the Subject it was affecting.  A quick turn into a service station and pulling up to the bathrooms located in the rear, Shoes used rope and handcuffs to secure the Subject; he patted her ass and then sat her up in the set fastening her in.  She was—confused, dazed, and very perplexed.  Shoes used that moment to thrust his will on her,
	“Behave, don’t make trouble or there will BE trouble!” roughly he shook the girl at the shoulders.  She bawled and acted as a typical nine year old should when in a precarious situation such as she was in.

	Shoes kept his rearview mirror on the girl, watching her for any signs that she may try to alert others in other vehicles.  Shoes, though, took alternate routes that at the particular time of day where usually void of “other” vehicle traffic.
	There was a service road behind his apartment complex, and then a huge vacant lot/field.  There was both a cinder block 6-foot wall separating the back area of the four-story apartments as well as a rinky-dink barbed wire fence.  Kids of the apartments had long since broken the barbed fencing down to go play in the huge empty field.  Some kids had motorbikes and/or other off-road vehicles that terrorized the back area.  It allowed easy access for Shoes to pull his van into the complex without being noticed.
	He had a special parking space, under the overhanging eaves that stuck out significantly for some reason unknown to Shoes but was a design in the buildings construct.  The EMAD still would not perform to Shoes’ expectations so “threats” to the girl’s well being had to be instituted once more.  Then, when the timing was right he escorted the girl up the back stairs to the walkway landing that ran the length of the apartments—thusly allowing apartment dwellers a “front” door as well as a “backdoor” in case of emergencies; fires, unexpected mother-in-law visits, or sneaking in a young subject for sexual purposes…
	Inside his apartment—it was dark.  Shoes kept his blinds and curtains tightly closed, windows tightly and securely locked.  As soon as he was inside he locked the backdoor, too.  Then he sighed.  Leaning against the backdoor he stared at the trembling young girl before him; she stood a few feet from him, hands unsecured at her sides, her back to him.  Shoes rubbed the heal of his hand to his cock…
	“Move.” he told her with a gentle push.  The girl was directed out of the small kitchen to the adjoining hall.  Down the hall passed a bathroom to the open door that was a bedroom.  The bedroom was very dark and had to be illuminated with a light source.  There were only two windows to the room side-by-side.  They were secured with heavy drapes.
	“Take off your clothes.” said Shoes sitting down in a chair beside the dresser.  The nine year old, Susan Wiggins, fretted.  Her back was still to him but she moved her hands in conjunction with following her kidnapper’s command.
	Susan’s not-so-tight jeans slid to her knees.  The child stood trembling, clenching, waiting.  
	“Your shirt, er, top.  Take it off.”

	Susan gulped, clenched her sweet little face and felt compelled to comply.  She had small breasts concealed inside a camisole top along with a dainty bra her mom had gotten her.  The top slipped off and fell to the floor.  She clenched her ass and fists and waited.
	“Bend over.” said the man from behind her.
	Susan held her breath and complied, placing her hands to her knees.
	“Nice.” said the man.
	“Rub your ass.” 
	Susan took a moment to digest the command, then with trembling hands began rubbing her butt.  Then the man said, 
	“Put your fingers inside your panties, take ‘em to your knees.”
	He hadn’t told the girl WHERE to put her fingers, but she slipped her fingers inside her panties at the top and rolled the panty down slowly—for the man’s amusement.
	“Spread your cheeks.”
	Susan cried but complied.
	The man very slowly worked himself out of his clothes…

	“Just relaxed.” cooed the man from behind her.  He had gotten up from his chair beside the dresser and approached the rear end of the nude girl, all that remained was her pants and panties at her ankles.  She was still bent over, hands on her knees.  Shoes stepped up nakedly to her and slapped his hard penis against her cheeks—one after the other and then did a quick glide up and down her crack.
	To say the least the girl was emotional; she cried and wailed; sobbed and blubbered—all to no avail did her pleas persuade the nude man to “let her go.”  He couldn’t let her go, he wasn’t finished with her yet!
	A poke to her clenching asshole, then more rubbing up and down the crack, pressing the bulbous tip against her young cunny that had the beginnings of a few incoming blond pubes.  
	His hands began roaming about the girl’s ass, squeezing one cheek and then the other; he also caressed the thighs before going to his knees to be eye-to-eye with Susan’s pooter hole.  Into her hole he pressed his finger, working it in fully then wriggling it about.  Susan to say the least was freaking.  Not outlandishly, but awed as the intrusion was beyond her comprehension.
	“You never been fingered here before?” asked Shoes.
	“No.” replied Susan nervously.
	“What about here?” and he pressed another (clean) finger to her vagina.

	Susan totally lost it and was unable to answer.
	Shoes helped lift the girl’s legs out of her clothes and escorted her to the large double bed.  Up against it Susan was placed, knees to the thick carpet.  Her sobs were muffled as she buried her face to the bedding, her young hands clenching the thick comforter.
	Behind her the nude man continued his assault on her—exploring her virgin anus and vagina with his fingers.  Soon his tongue replaced his fingers and young Susan was once more in utter awe.
	Then, before she could react properly or anything—she was belted.
	SWAT!  The intensity of the lashing to her bare ass was incredible and froze the young girl.  She was stunned.  Another swat followed that was even harder than the first; when Susan put her hands to protect her dainty tender ass,
	“Put your hands back on the bed!” her tormentor said dramatically,
	“Or you’ll get it worse!”
	Susan wept and buried her face again into the bedding, her hands up on the bed clenching tight to hang on.
	Two more incredible swats to her bare ass were lauded before the nude man placed his manhood between her legs and began to seriously rub.  Susan blanked out and merely clung onto the bed (as if for dear life!)
	Shoes rubbed his hard cock all over the girl—her ass specifically and between the cheeks as well as the taint and what he could get against the virgin quim.  Then he pushed the girl up onto the bed, keeping her on her knees and hands.  With her head down and ass up, Shoes examined even more closely the child’s wares.
	He liked what he saw—a lot; a sweet young girl, nude.  Her body was soft, supple, and very appetizing!  He loved lovely young nude girls, he admired them greatly and paused to take them in before doing anything else.  
	Caressing Susan’s nude ass his cock soared and balls surged.  The “brown-eye” was yet unstained by poo passage, her pussy was yet unfucked and perfectly shaped.  Shoes drank the girl in until he could stand holding off no longer.  From the nitestand he pulled out a tube of cock grease and applied a dab to Susan’s poo chute, too.
	“Just relax,” he said again to her, “you’re going to feel a little stick.”
	Susan had never been “stuck” in the ass before, even with the cock and asshole lubed with grease the “stick” was uncomfortable and somewhat painful.  Inch by inch, though, the penetration successfully glided into the girl’s bum hole.  Just half way, the first time.  Shoes pulled out and smacked the girl’s ass, glided up and down the crack before re-entering the hole of opportunity.

	And repeat.
	Several times.
	Each time Shoes made further entry into the girl’s tight tunnel and soon he was ALL the way in.  Susan clenched tightly her young nude body and endured the anal assault.  Shoes entered into sodomy with the forceful reaming power fuck until emptying a massive load of love cream.
	He was exhausted, but far from through with the girl…

	Little Susan lay on her side, curled in a fetal position, lightly whimpering to herself.  Cum oozed out of her fresh fucked smoldering asshole.  At the foot of the bed Shoes recovered, watching his spunk being squeezed out of the girl’s rectum.
	When he had sufficiently recovered he walked into the adjoining bathroom and washed off his funky cock.  Susan remained on the bed as per she had been commanded, “Stay.”  When he returned, Susan hadn’t moved so much as an inch.  Shoes climbed back onto the bed, rolling his prey over onto her back, forcing her legs open.  “Lay still.” he told her.  Susan whimpered some but lay out prone while the nude man “mounted” her.
	Shoes’ once more rock hard schlong pressed dramatically against Susan’s snatch.  He pressed hard, scrunching his aching balls against the child’s poon—he then began to hump.  Susan wriggled some under him, he lay on her staring at her sweet face.  
	His cock came to that point where it demanded more than a mere hump against skin.  Shoes continued to drink the girl in, his coal dark eyes checking her all over, marveling at her loveliness.  Then he began making strong entry into her sex.
	Susan twisted her body, eyes bulged, mouth open wide.
	Shoes came immediately to the hymen and barely paused in his pursuit of full vaginal penetration.  Susan clenched the bed and made a facial expression expressing increased dramatic discomfort.  Shoes shoved his meat stick passed the membrane guard and drove inward.
	“It hurts!” cried out Susan.
	“You’ll get used to it.” replied her kidnapper.  
	Once some inches had gone in, he pulled out to grind on her cunny, then poked himself back in for a few incredible pumps, then back on to grind on the pussy.  
	Over and over until most of his seven incher was plowing nicely into Susan’s cunt.  There was blood coating his shaft and balls as well as Susan’s cunt and thighs.  Shoes continued humping until some minutes later he unleashed a massive load of hot sticky goo.

	Little Susan couldn’t move.  Her legs and pussy hurt and her little mind was tormented, too.  Shoes cupped the right ass cheek of the girl as after pulling out of her fresh fucked cunny he laid his fuck pipe to her swollen cunny mound and humped until he nearly passed out.
	Breathing hard he lay snuggled against the child.  Susan blubbered herself to sleep.  Shoes also fell asleep…

	About an hour was spent dozing.  Shoes awoke himself with a jolt, thankfully young Susan had remained on the bed still somewhat asleep; she awoke when Shoes startled her startling himself.  He caressed her chest laying against her, cupped her breasts—tweaking the nipples.
	“Is you pussy still sore?” he asked.
	Susan had never referred to her personal area as “pussy”, it was a bad word and a bad reference.  But she knew what “pussy” meant and nodded that it was so, her “pussy” was still sore.
	Shoes began fingering the girl’s cunny, rubbing it and digging into her sex as well.  Susan began whimpering some more,
	“Stop that!” warned Shoes.
	“I cant!” complained back Susan.
	Somewhat roughly she was turned to her side and smacked HARD on the ass.  
	“Don’t piss me off, bitch, you wont like me when I’m pissed!” he then gave the girl’s ass another smack then hauled her up roughly by the arm and escorted her into the bathroom.
	“Get in there and shower!” he said.  The shower door was open and Susan stepped inside.  Shoes turned the water on for her and got a suitable temperature.  He himself sat on the toilet and watched her.
	Susan wept some and struggled with herself, her arms folded up her bare chest with clenched hands under her chin—the shower spray cascading onto her young nude body.  She didn’t know what to do.
	“Use the soap!” bitched Shoes.  Timidly, Susan picked a bar of soap out of the shower caddy and began using it.  Slowly the frightened girl lathered herself up—with specific instructions of ‘where’, too, from the nude man masturbating on the toilet.
	Once fully lathered she was told to “step under the shower” to rinse off.  Once rinsed off she stepped out of the shower.  Shoes stood up, Susan locked her eyes on the man’s mammoth cock.  
	Once more the timid nude girl brought her arms foldingly up against her chest, clenching her hands just under her chin.  The nude man selected a towel and began drying her off…

	Afterwards, Susan was escorted back to the bed where her kidnapper once more raped and sodomized her, virtually one after the other.  The man took his time with each assault, he seemed to be in no hurry.  After fucking her delicate pussy he massaged it, wiped it clean, massaged it some more, then rested before assaulting her asshole.
	After the butt fuck there was another shower of which Susan’s tormentor joined her in the shower.  Susan had the task of “washing” the man, lathering him up specifically his naughty bits.  When he was thoroughly lathered at his naughty bits, he plunged himself back into Susan’s asshole for an incredible dramatic butt fuck.
	The pain was incredible, too.  Susan couldn’t scream as she had reached the level and then some of pain tolerance.  Whether or not her sodomizer had cum in her tormented asshole or not was not clear, he fucked his fill, withdrew, then spent a few minutes smacking his still hard schlong against her soaped up ass.
	There then was the rinse off followed by the drying off.
	Susan thought she was going back to the bed for another fuck fest, but the nude man escorted her to the kitchen where he fed her.  Chili cheese dogs and soda.  Afterwards they moved to the living room where the girl sat on his lap and they watched some television for an hour—all the while Susan’s cunny was rubbed/fingered by the man she sat on.
	Afterwards, it was back to the bed—more fucking.

	Not all fucking, there was sucking, too.
	After the first fuck to her cunny, Shoes “went down” on the girl, opening her legs wide, having herself hold her legs back while he noshed.  The whole of his mouth enveloped her poon; his tongue thrashing madly within her sex.
	Susan endured, somehow.
	After several minutes, Shoes stopped.  He sat back on his heels and masturbated; then, “Come here.” he told the girl.
	Timidly and shyly the girl obeyed.
	“Suck me.”
	Susan wasn’t a slut, not wise to the worldly things of perversions and such, but she understood the terminology.  She stared at the massive wang before her.  It had been in her body several times, she couldn’t imagine what it would be like being in her mouth!
	“Suck me, or we go back to the shower.”
	Susan gulped, in the shower the man would do her in the ass again, she didn’t know if she would survive it again…

	Susan sucked.  She leaned down and the man rubbed his pulsing prong all over her face, then her lips and then guided himself into her mouth.  Susan’s mind was boggled; her young mind blanked out as she gobbled down the cock.
	As typical for a “first timer” little Susan retched and gagged.  Shoes caressed her face, running his fingers thru her hair and fully inserting his mammoth schlong into her, down her gullet.
	She needed to breathe so the massive prick was withdrawn from her mouth and it humped her pretty face before sliding across her lips.  The girl sucked on the shaft and soon was slurping on the man’s not-too-hairy balls.
	When the pivotal moment of joy was upon him he laid himself out on the bed, bringing Susan onto him.  She was directed on how to “raise” herself up; position herself for penetration; then slid down on the erection and be fucked.  Well fucked.
	Shoes clamped his hands onto Susan’s ass and worked his manhood into her sex.  Susan made faces, her little cocksucking mouth open wide as inches of the man’s manhood entered her.
	“Don’t clench.” Shoes cooed to her.  But she couldn’t help it and clench she did.  Shoes didn’t really mind and slowly guided his meat into her and they fucked.

*

	It was dark.  Damn dark.  Susan struggled to see but found it not possible.  Her hands and feet were tied TIGHTLY behind her.  In her mouth was something, too.  She lay still and thought she was on the bed still.  Her pussy and asshole hurt terribly.  She cried.
	Suddenly she heard sounds.  She couldn’t make them out and had to wait awhile; then there was light, great diffused and a squeaking of a door, a gush of air, and then shadows.  
	“Hello, Little One.” said a voice, her kidnapper.  “Miss me?”
	Susan hadn’t realized he had been gone!
	The blindfold and gag were removed, the bindings at her ankles and wrists removed, too.  “Now,” said the man who was clothed and kneeling before her, “you be good, be a good girl.  Don’t say nothing, don’t do nothing, and you’ll be okay.  Understand?”
	Susan didn’t really understand, but she nodded just the same anyways.
	The man stood and closed the door, a closet door.  It had downward slats and after a moment or two she took a chance and peered out into the room.

	It was the bedroom, the man’s bedroom.  She saw two young boys standing with their knees up against the big bed.  The man, still clothed, stood aside them—with a belt!
	The boys were clothed, too.  They were about her age, thereabouts, probably ten.  One was blond while the other was a reddish brown haired fellow.  Susan watched/listened as the boys were told to “bend over” across the bed.  The boys did so and then,
	SMACK!  the belt resounded across the first boy’s ass.  Despite wearing jeans, the smack to his butt hurt.  The second boy, closest to the foot of the bed flinched as the smack had landed.  It was followed by another flinch as another smacked landed across the first boy’s ass.
	SWAT! The belt lashed out across the second boy’s ass, followed quickly by a swat to the boy’s thighs followed by two more very quick swats to his ass.  Then,
	“Stand up.”
	The boys all trembling and crying numbly stood up rubbing their butts.  The man rubbed himself and shot a look to the closet—he knew Susan was watching.  Susan ducked herself back into the gloom of the dark closest.  Clinging to herself she sobbed and waited.
	SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!
	Three extremely hard smacks there were, they sounded differently than the first time.  Susan tempted fate and peeked.  Both boys stood with their pants and underwear at their ankles.  The first boy, Shaun, stood with his mouth open—his pain threshold reached and exceeded, his ten year old ass beet red.
	The second boy, Davy, stood crying and sobbing; his ass a lily white as it had not yet been seared.  Then,
	SWAT!  SWAT!  SWAT!
	The boy fell to the floor wriggling in extreme distress.  He was jerked to his feet standing and pushed to the bed, pinned, and beaten with the belt five more times.
	“Now,” said the man breathing hard, “you will do what you’re told, when you’re told to do it, at all times.  Understand?”
	The boys nodded that they understood.  They wept and caressed their burning flesh with Davy having had the worst of it for some reason.  Susan clenched herself tighter and somehow managed to keep her self contained and not give herself away.
	Shaun was put on the bed and undressed by the belt beating man.
	Then it was Davy’s turn.

 	Gently the clothed man caressed the boys’ wares; tugging on their young schlongs and virtually hairless nads.  He looked upon them with sincere lust.  Then,
	The boys were “positioned” with Shaun remaining on his back but turning to lay on the bed properly head-to-foot.  Davy got on top with his naughty bits settling down onto his friend’s face.
	“Suck.” The boys were commanded.  
	The boys were a little confused, they stared at the other’s shriveled frightened puds in wonderment.  ‘I’m not sucking his thingy!’ was their shared sentiment.
	“Suck his cock or…” and Shoes smack the bed with the belt.
	The boys jerked and wept as they with trembling lips engulfed the other’s pecker.  
	“Suck it all.” said the man, smacking the bed again with the belt.

	The boys with hands to the other’s ass, sucked well the other’s cock.
	The man with the belt caressed Davy’s blistered ass, pulling the cheeks open and ogling the very virgin poop chute.  Beneath him, Shaun, sucked fully Davy’s cock and balls wholly.  Davy only sucked on Shaun’s ten year old pud.
	From inside the closet, Susan watched as the man got off of the bed and began undressing.  The boys stopped sucking one another and watched in awe as the man stripped off his clothes and stood with a massive cock.  Susan clenched, her pussy and asshole tightened; staring at the man’s cock she couldn’t believe that it had been recently IN her body!
	“Keep sucking!” the man yelled, “I didn’t tell you to stop!”
	The frightened lads complied, sniveling as they gobbled.
	The nude man stepped out of his clothes and got on the bed.  Susan’s view was blocked as the man situated himself behind Davy’s ass.  The boy arched and made some sort of sound—and Susan could see the man “bucking” and she knew that he was sodomizing the boy.
	Susan could see the man’s balls flapping, the man’s cheeks clenched too; Susan clung to herself and dreaded the thought if the man would do her in the butt again.  She didn’t care for sucking the man, either.
	The man began to pick up speed, the boy he fucked cried out in anguish and flailed his hands back in an effort to make the man fucking him stop.  All that resulted was the man picking up the belt and smacking the boy about the ass, thighs, and bare backside.

	Then there were the power thrusts.  Susan felt sorry for the boy, she didn’t think the man had put his thingy all the way into her asshole—but she was sure that he was slamming himself all the way into the boy.  Slow thrusts, dramatic poundings, horrendous strainings for what seemed several long enduring minutes.
	The man looked to lean to one side and collapse.  He caught himself and pulled out, THEN fell over.  The boy’s asshole he had fucked was fucked, it bled and was filled with a milky goo.  The man lay on his side with his fingers about his prong seemingly in some agony.

	“Now if you don’t want the same (that of what had happened to Davy) you’ll do what I tell you, when I tell you, and everything that I tell you.  Got it?”
	The boy, Shaun, nodded.  His eyes were big and wide and he stared in pure fright.  Davy lay curled on the bed whimpering, bleeding from his asshole.  “Don’t move.” said Shoes to the stricken boy, he then escorted Shaun into the bathroom.
	“Get in,” said Shoes, “shower yourself.”
	Shaun gulped but complied, stepping inside the open shower and proceeding with the business of shower.  He turned the water on himself and went right to soaping and lathering himself up.  Shoes watched him and soon joined him.
	Susan felt a sudden gush inside her, she wanted to bolt.  She wanted to charge out of the closet, grab the stricken boy and bolt.  In her mind she saw herself doing so, but confused as to where exactly the door to get out of the living Hell she was in was.
	She sighed as she knew that she probably wouldn’t get very far before the nude man would be on her.
	The spanking.  
	The belt.
	Surely he would use the belt on her.
	What if she GRABBED the belt on her way out with Davy?
	What if the nude man used his hand, or another belt?
	Quickly she ditched the foolish idea of escape and suddenly felt the need to poop.  Tightening her asshole as tight as possible she pinched off the urge and waited.
	In the shower, Shaun was fucked up the butt—it went a little better than the butt fucking of Davy; the nude man had soaped up his cock and Shaun’s shitter.  It was still a mighty dramatic intrusion but …

	The boys sucked off one another again with Davy on bottom and Shaun on top.  The nude man caressed the Shaun, then positioned himself to Shaun’s bobbing head, “Suck me.” he said.  Shaun did not hesitated and went right to the task of sucking the enormous schlong.  Davy clung to Shaun’s ass totally devouring the boy’s cock and balls with some reverence.
	After a few minutes the man pulled out to hump on Shaun’s boyish face.  “Pull his legs back.” Shaun was directed to hook Davy’s legs and pull them back.  The nude man then began poking Davy’s puckered asshole.  The pillows at the head of the bed were pushed off and a new butt fucking commenced.
	The new butt fucking, though, didn’t seem as fierce as had it been the first time, for Davy.  The nude man only pumped a few times before pulling out and having Shaun suck him some more.  But a schlong freshly pulled from reaming another’s asshole was kinda gross—kinda.  Shaun retched and gagged and very nearly hurled.
	“Don’t you puke on me!” warned the nude man.  
	Wisely Shaun held back and the nude man didn’t make him suck anymore.  Instead, he sat back and directed the boys to “Fuck.”  And since Davy was already on his back, Shaun got the task of fucking his young friend in the ass.  The nude man remained where he was, caressing Shaun’s lovely ass with his hands and then his cock.  As Shaun’s own cock made anal entry into Davy’s reamed hole, the nude man packed Shaun’s fudge, too.

	A few minutes of earnest scrogging before Shoes tapped Shaun’s ass, indicating that his butt fucking of his friend could cease.  The boy pulled out of his friend’s steaming rectum but didn’t have time to massage his aching young bone as he was pushed up further between Davy’s legs.  
	Davy’s cock was stiff and it was guided by the nude man into Shaun’s hole.  “Fuck.” he told the boy.  Davy began pumping into his friend, the nude man sat back and watched with glee.

	In the shower the boys lathered up one another.  After rinsing off they stepped out to be dried by the nude man.  Each boy had a boner; in the shower they had to spent most attention soaping up the other’s wares and ass and the whole event got them excited.
	After they had been dried they were taken to the kitchen, fed chili cheese dogs, sodas, and then to the living room for some alternate entertainment.  No sex although each boy had to sit on the nude man’s lap.

	After an hour the boys were returned to the bedroom (where they feared more beatings and rash butt fuckings.)  but first, the boys came to the closet.
	There seemed to be a lot of boxes and plastic bags in the closet, no sports equipment of any kind.  There was a large rack of clothing and the boys were pushed inside.
	“Stay.” said the man, “don’t make a sound, don’t leave or try to.” then a pause, “or I’ll beat the skin right off of you.” he sounded serious and the boys took him for his word.
	The door was shut and possibly locked. 
	For a long while the boys sat in the gloom that was darkness.  They scarcely breathed.  A lot had happened to them, neither cared to think or dwell about it—sucking one another, butt fucking another, showering with one another and handling the other’s wares.
	Who fell asleep first was not known but they both awoke in a startle.
	Someone ELSE was in the closet with them!
	The boys whose fright level had dropped some quickly rose to extraordinary heights.  Backs against the far wall they waited squinting their eyes trying to see in the gloom that was dark.  There was something definitely in the closet with them.
	At first they thought a dog.
	But a dog would have made more noises.
	“Is-is someone there?” asked Shaun in a peepy voice.
	“Yes.” came the reply.
	Susan crawled a little closer to about the middle of the closet area.  It was still too dark to really see clearly but close counts.  Nothing more was said but there was a lot thought.
	At length, though, Susan turned her attention to the closet door.  It was dark in the outer room, the bedroom.  She could just make out the bed but couldn’t be sure if anyone was in it.
	Susan had to poop.  Bad.  She had been “pinching” it off for some time but the backup was pressing and soon she would have no choice.  And to unload a turd in such close tight enclosed quarters wouldn’t be too nice.
	Gently she rattled the closet door.  She knew that it was probably locked.  It was.  But she had to poop.  Bad.  She rattled the door some more and from the bed there was a stirring.
	“Dude,” exclaimed Shaun, “what the fuck you doing!?”
	“I gotta poop!” she returned adamantly.
	The man (nude) ambled out of bed, switched on a light, stretched, flopped his cock and farted.  He squatted at the closet door, “What?”

	“I gotta potty!” exclaimed the frightened Susan.
	Shoes nodded, cracked his neck, stretched uncontrollably and then unlocked the closet.  “Out,” he said, “all of you.”
	Susan was escorted to the bathroom where she quickly took seat on the toilet and for the moment of pooping she didn’t care that she was eye-to-eye with the man’s hard cock, or the fact that the two nude boys were in the bathroom with her.
	It was a huge backed up “log” exploding from Susan’s crap chute.  She groaned and moaned as the massive turd dropped from her hole.  She was greatly relieved instantly—her energy level totally spent.  A little peeing and one more lengthy turd and she was done.  She sat still on the toilet almost panting, sweating.
	Her nude kidnapper squatted before her and took some toilet paper from the roll—then as Susan customarily leaned forward, lifting her delicious ass from the seat, she was wiped.
	Shaun and Davy stood just inside the bathroom totally amazed and blown away.  Mostly amazed.  And both had boners!

**

	The nude man made a lot of strange noises as he sat and watched; he toyed with his manhood while he made the noises, sitting back with his legs folded under him on the bed—young Shaun Davis worked tenaciously into Susan’s body—poking her pussy a few pumps then pulling out to prod her asshole; all the while underneath them lay Davy Hays.  Susan sucked on Davy’s wang while he himself licked on Susan’s cunt and sucked on Shaun’s swaying balls.
	At they switched—sort of.  Davy remained on his back but Susan turned to suck off on Shaun’s cock.  When the kids had got going the nude man began caressing Susan’s ass, prying the cheeks open and diddling her asshole.  Shaun’s cock in Susan’s mouth grew stiffer and the girl knew what was going happen to her.
	And she was right.
	Susan’s cheeks were parted more as the man’s huge cock began making anal entry.  Susan tightened her clamp onto Shaun’s dick and Davy was awed himself—he could feel the man’s snake entering the girl’s asshole—he’s own cock stuffed nicely up into the girl’s pussy.
	They fucked.  Susan gobbled on Shaun with her young mind in a twist.  The nude man plowed her asshole, but not too dramatically; his hands to her hips he went to a steady fuck until creaming off minutes later.

	Afterwards—a shower!
	The nude man remained outside the shower, watching as the kids in the shower showered.  Susan was in the middle, she lathered up one boy and then turned to lather up the other.  In turn, both boys lathered her.
	After the showering, rinsing, and subsequent drying off—it was back into the closet.  The door was shut & locked, the bedroom light switched of and the nude man went back to bed!
	Shaun and David slinked into the back of the closet’s far wall, Susan returned to where spot, curled up among the piles of clothes and such and went to sleep.

	Shaun awoke and was confused for awhile, his whereabouts mainly.  His asshole hurt and there was a “taste” in his mouth.  Strange images swam murkily in his head.  Slowly he became aware of himself and his predicament.  It still took awhile to gather his thoughts and asses the situation.
	Then, the “urge” struck him.  He had to pee.
	From the other end of the closet someone stirred.  The girl.  Shaun didn’t know her name, she had sucked him and he had showered with her, fucked her pussy and asshole, but he didn’t know her name.  She didn’t know his, either.
	The urge to pee increased.  Slowly he moved to the closet door.  It was still dark in the room but Shaun didn’t think it was dark time, he felt that the time of day had indeed advanced from when they had been up and about earlier.
	The girl came up to his side, “Do you see him?”
	Shaun looked around into the room as much as he could see it,
	“Nope, don’t see him.” then, “I gotta pee.”
	“You’ll have to wait until he comes.”
	Shaun didn’t like that, the urge was great but he somehow managed to curb the tide.  “How long you been here?” asked Shaun just being curious.
	Susan rolled her eyes to herself, pursed her lips; then shaking her head and shrugging her shoulders, “Not sure.”
	Shaun really needed to pee.  He squeezed the head of his dick and wondered if he could get away with peeing in the closet.
	“You better not.” said the girl beside, she didn’t finish the “why” of the “you better not” and Shaun understood the unsaid.  ‘if I can find his shoes I’ll piss in them!’

	The man made a sudden appearance.  He was nude but began putting clothes on.  As he approached the closet the kids scattered back to their places.  The door opened and the man called for them.
	Timidly the kids complied, Shaun shaking his friend to an awakened state.  The three stepped out of the closet, the man was clothed so Shaun and Susan wondered what was up for them nextly.
	“Whose gotta pee or crap?” he asked blatantly.
	Shaun shrugged his shoulders, “I-I guess I do.” he almost whimpered.
	“I-I do, too.” whimpered sheepishly Davy who also raised his hand…
	The boys went guided to the bathroom, Susan followed.
	Standing at the side of the toilet the boys aimed their young puds into the bowl and commenced peeing.  After peeing, the boys had the head of their puds wiped clean by the clothed man using toilet paper on them.  Patting the boys’ on the ass he looked to the standing Susan, “You gotta go?”
	Susan shook head, No.
	The three kids were taken into the kitchen and had cereal w/ orange juice.  Thereafter it was back into the closet.  Before the door was shut (and locked) the man squatted and took Susan and Shaun’s hands,
	“Listen to me, I’m going to be out for a while and while I’m gone I want you to do something for me.”
	The kids gulped.  This was new.
	“While I’m gone I want you, (shaking Susan’s hand slightly) to suck off on the boys.”  Susan raised an eyebrow and made a slight displeasing face.  “Ok.” she said just the same.
	“And you two farts,” continued the clothed man, “you’re going to suck each other, and then take turns sucking on her,” adding, “where she pees.” just to clear it up…
	Then, “And before I get back, both of you (the boys) will fuck her, where you sucked her, as well as up her ass.”
	He gave the boys a stop watch that had an illuminated dial.  “Five minutes.” five minutes per fuck/sex act.  
	“And if there’s time,” he almost smiled in continuing, “do a double team.  Decide amongst yourselves who’ll fuck what hole.”
	When he stood up after giving his instructions, he had a massive boner.  Susan noted he was wearing dress slacks, brown wool dress slacks.
	“Oh,” he said stooped back down, “in case you DON’T do what I just tolt you to do, don’t think that I wont know ‘cause I will.” he smiled and it made the kids nervous.  

 	Then, turning on a light in the closet and temporarily blinding the kids, he pointed to a red dot light in the corners of the closet.  
	“They’ll record what you do, and don’t.” then, “If you Do, good.  I’ll let you go.  If you don’t,” he smiled devilishly and patted his thin brown dress belt securing his slacks up.
	Davy gulped and rubbed his butt that still stung from the rash beating he had gotten hours earlier.  “Do what I’ve told you and you’ll be fine.”
	The light was turned off, the doors shut, the clothed man in dress slacks left.

	“How long do you think he’ll be gone?” wondered Davy.
	Shaun shrugged, he didn’t know—he didn’t care.
	“Do you think those things are really watching us?” Davy continued questioning.
	“Probably.”
	“He’s not going to let us go.” said Susan.
	“How do you know?” asked almost angrily Shaun.
	She didn’t really know, she sat on her butt on a pile of clothes and sighed.  Shaun fumbled about trying to relocate the light switch.
	“What are you doing?” Susan asked after the light had indeed been found and turned on.
	“Turning the stupid light on.” replied Shaun.
	Susan was mere inches from Shaun’s private area.  The boy looked down; his pud was not so stiff at that point.  
	Davy crawled up to them, “Aren’t you going to suck it?” he asked.
	Susan closed her eyes.  Sucking a cock by force was one thing, doing so on her own was a toughie.  She sighed again, squeezed her eyes shut,
	“I guess, to get it over with.”
	Shaun stood up straighter, hands on his hips…
	Susan cupped the boy’s hairless tezzies and as soon as she did he got stiffer.  With eyes closed tight she opened her mouth and took the boy’s dong inward.  With Shaun being merely ten, his pud wasn’t lengthy and Susan used to sucking on the nude/clothed man’s 7-incher gracefully sucked on Shaun’s cock with ease.
	“Wait!” he suddenly blurted.  
	Susan reared back, “What?”
	“The watch, the watch thingy, where is it?  Whose got it?”
	There was a search for the misplaced time piece, but it was found and after a bit of figuring out how it worked, Susan began sucking again on Shaun’s schlong while Shaun timed her…

	At the five minute mark, “Time!” Shaun announced.  His cock was experiencing incredible sensations.  Susan “whacked” him for a moment more before the boy took over the duty himself.
	Susan looked to Davy, “Your turn, I guess.” 
	Davy nervously stood, his little puddling was stiff, too.
	Susan tugged on the shortie member, cupped the equally fuzzless nads; then went gobbling for the allotted five minutes.

	Taking the boys’ schlongs to her cunny was far less discomforting than that of their strange kidnapper.  Shaun went first.  He had to stare at the girl’s cunny to marvel and take it in before mounting her.  
	“What’s the matter?” she asked.
	Shaun shrugged, nothing was the “matter”; up until the time on the bed hours earlier he had never really seen a girl naked.  Susan was pretty, and naked laid out on the clothes in the locked closet she was even a bit prettier.  
	After staring his fill the young boy crawled up and after a bit of clumsiness his penis that he had never really paid much attention to before went nicely into the girl whose name he still didn’t know.  He pumped.  He pumped for almost two minutes before Davy holding the stop watched realized that he had started the stop watch. 
	Shaun stopped.  “Should we start over?”
	“No, just keep going but start the watch.” said Susan.
	Shaun was cool with that.  (no kidding!)

	Sitting back methodically rubbing his kinda aching puddling Shaun watched in some amusement as Davy took his turn screwing the still unknown girl.  
	“Suck each other.” the man had told them, “suck and fuck.”
	Though the boys had already done so earlier, on the bed with the strange twisted perverted man, doing so on their own was something else.  Looking up to the little red dot light in the corner Shaun sighed, he had no choice.  THEY had no choice.
	“Time!” Shaun called out clicking the stop watch.
	Davy went a few seconds more as fucking was kinda neat.
	Davy sat on his butt, back against the closet door, seriously rubbing his cock.  Susan scooted up to a sitting position and tried slyly to finger her cunny.  
	“What do we have to do now?” Davy asked.

	“He said for me to suck you two, I’ve done that.” Susan pursed her lips.  The boys had fucked her pussy, too.  All that was left was for the boys to suck each other, fuck each other in the butt, fuck HER in the butt, and something else she couldn’t remember right off.
	“I think you have to suck each other.”
	Shaun gulped.  Davy looked apprehensive.
	“Yeah.” Shaun said wrinkling his nose.
	Susan had to admit that the boys were kinda cute, especially Shaun.

	Neither boy cared for the act of which they were doing, sucking cock.  To make it easier on them, Susan turned off the light then scooted back to her corner of the closet.  Each boy took his five minutes and five minutes exactly.  And with their peckers still readily hard, they butt fucked one another, too.  Directly after sucking prong Shaun made his way up his friend’s anus.  It was a new sensation, even different than it had been on the bed—he couldn’t recall if ever before he had “touched” another guy—on the hand, or anywhere.  He very seldom got to touch a “girl” anywhere!
	It was hard to breath as his hands moved about his squeamish friend’s ass, Shaun didn’t want to take too much time about the dirty deed and just wanted to get into Davy’s hole and do it to get it over with.  Screwing the girl whose name he still did not know in HER ass would be alright, though.  He guessed.
	Finally Shaun found the “entrance” to Davy’s shit tube and began making the penetration.  Once all the way in, “Ok.” he said over his shoulder.  He heard the girl with no name click the button to start the watch and he began to pump.
	It wasn’t too bad, he blanked his mind out and pumped—what else was there to do?  He had to admit that it DID feel good and when the girl with no name called out, “Time!” Shaun kept going until the feeling that was in his dick exploded into a new feeling he had never had before.
	“Oh Jesus!” he cried out and fell away from Davy.  Davy fingered his smoldering sphincter, “You alright?” he asked inquiringly.
	Shaun, though, could not respond as his cock was in high tense superior sensations.  The feeling eventually settled and Shaun was spent.
	“We have to keep going,” said Susan, “before he comes back and finds that you didn’t finish.”
	“That means you gotta be my bee-ah-tch!” chortled Davy.
	Shaun, still fingering his schlong said something unintelligible (probably “FUCK YOU”) but rolled over and “assumed the position.”

	There was something to be said about fucking your best friend in the ass—also something about BEING fucked in the ass by your best friend.  But both boys had to admit that it was better—MUCH better than being reamed by their kidnapper!
	After the boys had each in turn scrogged the other in the ass, they rested.  Both had sore aching schlongs and needed some time.  Susan sat on her butt, knees tucked under her chin, arms wrapped tightly about her legs.  What remained was her, the boys had to fuck her in the ass and then double penetrate her.  
	Shaun lay on his stomach almost humping the pile of odd assortment of clothing he lay on—staring right to Susan’s snatch.  Susan seemed to be staring off into oblivion.  Davy fondled his prick and then froze.  They all froze, but stared at the door.  There was a sound, a knock?
	All three looked to one another, 
	“Someone’s knocking, on a door.” said Shaun.
	“A front door.” 
	Susan nodded, licked her lips and tried peering as much as she could thru the slats of the closet door.
	“Should we say something?” Davy asked up.
	Shaun shrugged, “It could be that asshole.” (the clothed/nude man)
	“Trying to trick us?”
	“Yeah, that’d be my guess.”
	The knocking ceased and there were no other sounds.
	“Shit.”
	There was silence for a moment or two; then,
	“Do you think he’s gonna kill us?”
	Shaun looked to Susan.  Shaking his head he shrugged, “Fuck if I know.” then, “Nah, I don’t think so, he just wants to mess with us.”  He really wasn’t too sure, but he wanted to reassure the girl.
	“My name’s Shaun, this turd is Davy.” Davy shoved his friend, they had known one another for years.  
	“He’s a douche!” chortled Davy, but he had no idea what exactly a “douche” was.
	“Susan.” Susan smiled.  She then scooted back to her place in the closet, stretched, then laid out on her side pulling a butt cheek.  “We’d better finish up before he comes back.”
	The boys almost eagerly came to the girl, Davy laying behind her with Shaun before her.  As Shaun attempted to enter her pussy, Susan took his pud and guided it into her sex herself.  The two smiled to one another there was kismet between them.

	Susan had to reach behind her and help guide in Davy’s cock, too.
	The three began to fuck with the boys receiving the most pleasure out of the deal.  Shaun focused on Susan’s face and noticed that her young nipples were stiff.  His cock grew stiffer and as he pumped steadily into her quim he began fondling her breasts, tweaking the stiff nipples. 
	Davy had all he could do pumping in Susan’s asshole, his penis kept slipping out.  At length he gave up and fondled himself for a bit, then eased back to his end of the closet, curled up and went to sleep.  Shaun and Susan, though, continued screwing until they both experienced a delicious tingling sensation.
	Then they kissed.

***

	The two young lovers awoke in a startle—also wrapped up in one another’s arms and legs.  Quickly they parted and scooted to the door.
	“See anything?”
	“Nope.” replied Susan.
	“I gots to pee!” 
	“Me, too.” and she clutched her hand to her cunny like most kiddies do when the “urge” was upon them.
	“I gotta crap!” blurted Davy coming up behind them.
	Suddenly their tormentor appeared—with yet another victim.
	The new victim was TALL, skinny, and terribly frightened.  Into the bedroom she was rushed, the clothed man pressing her against the bed, bending her over and walloping her ass with several hard smacks.  The kids in the closet flinched with each resounding smack.
	The girl cried and thrashed about madly; she wore short yellow knit shorts with a simple white tee-shirt with pink trim hem.  Long curly blond hair, long narrow face, long narrow body in about a twelve year old frame.  After some resounding smacks, the man stood the girl up and told her to take off her clothes.
	With trembling fingers the girl pulled off her top to reveal a nice pinkish bra.  Shaun and Davy were all attentive.  (naturally!)  
	“Take ‘em down.” said the man.
	The new girl trembled more and required yet another bout of ass bare hand ass beating before she complied.  She couldn’t stand up, just laid on the bed crying and carrying on; she hooked her thumbs into her yellow shorts and pushed them down as far as she could.

	The man rubbed the girl’s butt; she wore light rose pink panties that were full brief and snug.  The man also rubbed at his crotch.  When the man tried to pull the distraught girl’s panties down—she wouldn’t let him.  She clung to the panty and thrashed about some more.
	‘She shouldna done that!’ whispered Shaun.
	The clothed man nutted up on the girl, smacking her as he pinned her with his knee into her backside.  In the closet, Davy methodically caressed his butt…
	Susan bowed her head and strove hard to keep herself from crying.  Shaun held her hand and then squeezed it.  Outside on the bed the newest girl was unable to cry out as she had reached that point of being unable to.  The man ripped her clothing off, rolled her dramatically onto her backside, locked her ankles together and then pinned her legs back.  The girl’s ass was already reddened from the rash beating she had just received—the hapless girl received several more incredible hard smacks until Shaun blurted out “STOP IT!”
	Oh shit!
	Surprisingly, the man stopped—after smacking the poor girl three-four more times.  He shook his hand as it was, too, raging in fire.  Smoothing it on his slacks he let go the girl on the bed and stood up, staring at the closet.
	‘Oh shit!’ breathed Davy.  The boys scurried back to their end of the closet, Susan scurried to hers.  The door was opened,
	“Get out here!” the man breathed hard and forcefully.
	Timidly and very afraid the trio scooted out of the closet and stood shoulder to shoulder with Susan sandwiched in the middle.  The clothed man, however, didn’t seem to be angry—not at them anyways.  He looked over them nodding his head approvingly.
	“Did you do what I tolt you to do?” he asked.
	“Yes.” replied Shaun.  
	“If I check, I’ll find the truth.  You SURE you did what I asked?”
	The kids gulped with Susan searching her mind going over what they had done, making sure that what she was agreeing to was truth.  Then she nodded, “Yes, we did it all.”
	The man entered into the closet and made some noises.  Then he pulled out one of those small portable television sets.  Turning it on he inserted a disc into the drive bay and a picture flickered to life.

	It showed in detail Shaun and Davy sucking each other off.
	It showed Shaun and Davy sucking on Susan’s cunt, then taking turns fucking her—as well as the girl sucking off on the boys and the whole shebang.
	“Good.” the man said switching off the tv.
	“Can we go now?” asked Davy.
	“Not just yet.” 
	The kids looked to one another with looks of, “I knew it!” on their faces.  “But keep on my good side and you will.” then he added, “and don’t ever piss me off.  Got it?” to wit the kids all nodded, they got it.
	The man then went back to the girl on the bed who was still sniveling.  She was dragged off of the bed; the fight all but out of her by then.  She was stood up and looked over by the clothed man, then she was pushed to her knees and watched in horror and awe as the man began undressing…