August Moone Sagas
Book 5
Absolution
Chapter 17
Elevator Capacity Exceeded

The Next Generation
	It didn’t take long for the heat of the day to get hot.  Damn hot.  The best time of the day was that small period between dawn and “just after”.  about an hour’s worth, an hour before sunrise.
	Forrest stepped out of the canyon silo, still naked, greeting the new morning.  He felt pretty good, his dick was sore--damn sore.  What would the new day bring?  He had yet to stuff himself into the quirky new associate, Breezy--but he figured that would cum soon.
	And though Jake actually did prefer a boy hole over a girl hole, shagging Aimee and Lucy was okay.  He had emptied his splooge into Lucy’s corn hole--after a righteous hump in Aimee’s poon.  Both girls had been well ‘broken’ in by the younger cocks, Forrest had taken his time but had dire determination to penetrate the young girls--and he did.
	Getting off into their mouth and asshole would come soon enough.
	There, too, was Vance and Barry to sodomize.
	Along with having the boys fuck and suck each other.
	Among other various intersexual things to have them all do…

	Shackletown.  It was as good a desert name as any.  Not a lot of residents, it was way-way-way off the beaten path.  For a reason.  Derelicts of society lived in Shakletown, deadbeats and other various scum seeking asylum from prying eyes and associative “other.”  
	None of the 650 residents were regarded as “dangerous”, just the typical folk who no longer “fit” in normal society.  Two gas stations, three restaurants, four bars/taverns, two general stores, and a few other non-descript buildings of business.
	One main road that was paved, two roads running parallel behind the main drag buildings were hard packed dirt.  All other roads were dirt/sand.  Two parks, a post office, phone office.  No school, but there were some kids…
	Shackletown and another town a little further away were known to Brieanna, it was her area.  She knew the desert, too, she preferred it.  Two hours after the rising of the sun the two trucks rolled into the desert community and came to one of the drive-ins.  Forrest kept the little tid bit about his Exp 0110 implant to himself--a security measure.
	Breakfast burritos and drinks all around satiated the inhabitants of the two vehicles.  Forrest allowed Jake out to help with the carrying of various sustenance, the boy was for the most part “willing.”
	A top off of the fuel tanks and water, a wash of the windows and they were off again.  Castle Rock was the new destination, 20 miles away.  It was 9:AM and 95 degrees already!

	“I’ve got a brother at the Rock, you’ll like him.” Breezy had told him while they had been in Shackletown.  Forrest looked to her, ‘Oh?’
	“You’re both about the same, in likes and stuff.”
	Ah.
	Forrest offered her a little smile.  He’d rather have her to himself--if only for a few minutes.  
	“But we’d probably better off going to my place, first.” security issue.
	Forrest was cool with that.
	After fully fueling up and such, they struck off for the new town.

	Aimee sat on Skyler’s lap, she, along with the others, were clothed.  Forrest turned the a/c off so the windows had to be powered down to save the engine from overheating.  Aimee leaned against Skyler and the door, being very quiet.  Lucy and the boys occupied the middle seat, hands and feet re-tied for their safety (and security.)  The Trio, too, sat in the middle seat, Shannon and Tamara bound hand and foot, but not Jake.
	‘If you ever cross me, even a little--I’ll rip the hide right off you.’ Forrest had warned the boy via a strong implanted Mindlink.  The boy nodded that he would not cross Forrest or give him any security risk.  He strongly recalled the fan belt beatings the girls from the woods had received.
	Forrest didn’t follow too close to the blazing Blazer, not wanting to choke on the kicked up dust.  He and Skyler kept a careful eye out for helicopters and/or planes.  They saw none.  When the water temperature had settled down to a more normal level, Forrest powered up the windows and turned the a/c back on.
	At length the Blazer in front came to a stop.
	Dumas River.
	It usually was non-existent and extremely dry.  ‘cept when a thunder storm in the nearby Chataw Mountains came rushing.  The “river” spanned 500 yards across.  In the middle there was a dry spot, but on both sides of that the river was flowing at a fast clip and was varied at anywhere from 2 feet deep to chest high.
	“Well shit!” griped Breezy hopping out of her rig.
	“No telling how long this will last.” Forrest said coming up to the crumbly bank.  “Any other way?”
	“No.” said the girl.  She stretched, farted,  and looked around just because.
	“Well,” Breezy drawled, “we COULD go all the way back to the top of that hill, go along it paralleling the interstate.  There’s a natural bridge that goes over this river…”
	By her tone, though, she wasn’t too in to the notion.
	“Problem?”
	“Well, the road isn’t good, the bridge is narrow--”
	“How far is the drop?”
	Breezy thought a moment, “I’d guess 200 feet.”
	Forrest smiled and shook his head, ‘Not in this lifetime.’
	“’Course, we COULD simply go back to the interstate and go into Robertsville, from there there’s a road that will come into the Rock.”
	“How far?”
	“Robertsville is thirty miles from where we’ll come out onto the interstate, then--from there, it’s another thirty to town.”
	Forrest sighed, yawned, then sat down on the questionable bank, dunking his tired hot feet into the very cool and refreshing rushing waters.  Breezy joined him.  Skyler came nextly.
	“Well, if there’s no other choice…” Forrest drawled.
	“Sorry.” said Breezy.
	“Not your fault.”
	Forrest wiggled his toes in the refreshing water, stretched and let his mind wander at ease.

	A little further down the desert dipped low enough to meet the rushing river.  It was shallow at the banks sides.  An unusual cool breeze brought the afternoon temp down to a lovely balmy 100 degrees.  
	Forrest checked the water, wading out to knee deep to just where the river flow began.  Looking to the east he saw the great ridge of mountain and the dark clouds looming there still.  The river would run for another day or two, or three.
	The kids, all of them, go to come out (butt naked) and frolic in the refreshing waters.  Forrest and Skyler made security checks, then frolicked themselves.

	After some goodly amount of time frolicking, Breezy stood out in the noonday sun allowing mother nature to dry.  She then moved to her huge desert ride and laid out in the back end.  Her boys Oscar and Juke accompanied her and were soon doinking her.
	‘Go over there.’ Forrest Minded to Vance and Barry.
	Semi reluctantly the two boys scooted to the vehicle.  In a way they were kinda cool with what was going on--a little frightened, but they were intrigued and not freaked out as most young kidnapped kids would be.  
	They stood nakedly at the back end of the Blazer, watching intently as first Oscar put it to the boy-sex crazed young woman, and then Juke.  When those two boys were “done”, they returned to frolic in the water.  Breezy ushered Barry and Vance into the truck and on her body.
	While one boy sunk his young pudling into her, she sucked on the other boy, fondling his balls and devouring him.  Both boys felt this was cool.  It was still frightening--they had been kidnapped--for sexual reasons.  It wasn’t all bad.
	After the boys had had their thrills with Breezy--or she with them, Forrest brought over Aimee and Lucy.  The boys were less enthused about the pending prospect.  Lucy was most upset about the deal, she received a swat sharp and swift to her darling naked little butt.
	‘Straighten up, missy, or it’ll get worse.’
	Lucy fussed but climbed into the truck.  Forrest watched the boys watching her climb in.  ‘You like seeing her, huh?’ Forrest asked of Vance and Barry.
	The boys gulped and somewhat shielded their naked dongs.  They had had some good sex with Breezy, and they were reeling with it.  With Aimee and Lucy coming into the truck, they knew what was coming.
	Breezy sat up to make room and spread out a blanket so as to make the girls comfortable.  Aimee was first.  She was the most calm about it, but still visibly upset.  Which was natural.
	Breezy looked consoling to the young girl, the boys--the boys at her side looked to Aimee with--well, more than a consoling nature.  The boys kept their heads bowed and waited.
	Aimee’s laid out nude body was lovely.  Very lovely.  A nice bald hairless poon, nice young lovely nude body from head to toes.  
	‘Have you ever fingered yourself, from where you pee?’
	‘NO!’ almost screamed back the girl.
	‘Ever been nasty with a boy?’
	‘NO!’
	She neither had seen a boy naked, ‘cept what was depicted on the bathroom walls at her school and the pictures in the school’s health books.  She had seen boy babies but that was it.  She had never been molested or seen her daddy’s “thingy”.  
	Barry was first.
	Barry and Vance were family friends of Aimee.  Aimee and Lucy, Barry and Vance’s families were all traveling for the summer.  The boys were “hot” for the girls, for any girl.  Both boys were virgins, they were at the stage of life of getting boners when the wind blew.  Any stray thought about a girl got them hard.
	Briefly they had seen Lucy and Aimee in their undies, the boys were “spies” themselves.  The boys had “problems” when the girls pranced about in their swimsuits.  
	Now there was Aimee laying out butt bare assed naked.
	Barry was Mindlinked instructed to “go down” on her.  To lick out her poon pie, part the legs and “lips” and have at it.  Aimee scrunched herself about, wriggled and wept.  Lucy curled up into a ball and clung to herself.  Forrest eyed her young exposed poon.  His naked cock sprang to a full hardness.  In a way, he hoped she would give him trouble, he wanted to spank her--hard!
	After a time, Barry’s tool was ready for penetration.
	He was hard to barely whisper to Aimee before penetrating her, “I’m sorry.”  he then slid himself into her and fucked.  Aimee clenched, bit her lip and closed her eyes tight.
	‘A few more times, at least once by all the boys.’ Forrest thought, then he’d d more to her than rub on her.  Although, he had enough rubbing on her poon.  But he wanted to see his big dick sliding into her pussy, asshole, and down her throat.  Barry, Vance, Oscar, and Juke had fucked the girl the night previous; Lucy, too.  The girls would need at least one more fucking to make them “fitting” for Forrest and Skyler…
	Both Forrest and Breezy caressed the fucking boy’s ass.  Spanking it some as he plowed the wriggling Aimee.  Breezy opened her legs and fingered herself, she eyed Forrest and his massive wanger, smiling and blushing some.
	Forrest noted it.  She wasn’t a bad dish, ‘specially naked.  Nice small not overly huge fantastic titties.  Her pussy was trimmed and he deeply desired to sink his prick into her.  She was a naughty girl, his equal on the young lust scale.  (and horny scale, too.)
	Barry didn’t cum, but close counts.  He withdrew and still had a magnificent boner.  Breezy fondled it and then leaned down to him and sucked it, and diddled her fingers into Aimee’s fresh fucked cunny.  It no longer bled as it had the first time the boys took her.
	Forrest took Aimee’s hand and had her stroke his prick, cup his balls, and please him.  She winced, closed her eyes tight, made a face, but otherwise took it well.
	Lucy didn’t.
	Lucy refused the Mindlink from Forrest, she heard him and was somewhat effected--but her high emotions and other reasons forbade Forrest from overtaking her mind totally.  Sooooo, 
	Lucy was manhandled, roughly.  Spanked, roughly, and positioned on her hands and knees.  Behind her young Vance got positioned and tongued out the girl’s asshole as well as her poon.  Before the highly upset girl Barry and his terrifically hard cock stood on his knees.  Both boys were not so much into the deed whereas the girl(s) would be mistreated.
	Barry, though, chilled right out when Lucy was commanded to suck his dick--while Vance stuffed her in the ass from behind.  Breezy caressed the young girl and fingered herself…
	Forrest saw Skyler out with the others by the water’s edge; Shannon on her hands and knees, too.  Behind her, Jake stuffed her while under her, Tamara sucked on Shannon’s pussy and Jake’s swinging balls.  Skyler got sucked on by Breezy’s girls, Molly and Bailey.
	Breezy’s boys Oscar and Juke had returned to the water and frolicked gleefully al la nude.  Lucy and Aimee continued to be sexualized in the back of Breezy’s truck, Breezy continued to take on Barry and Vance.  Jake continued humping the bejeezus out of Shannon and Tamara.  Skyler frolicked in the waters and got his pole serviced by Breezy’s four young’uns.
	It was so noticed that the river water was rising some.  A slight cause for alarm for a pending “flash flood.”  time to boogie.
	A little after noon of that day they returned to Shackletown, a refueling of vehicles and bodies.  Then it was off following Breezy back to the interstate.
	Skyler needed to place a call home, to alleviate his parents’ concerns about his not being there.  The phone system in Shakletown sucked and wouldn’t place the call.  He would have to wait until coming to Robertsville.
	The kids, clothed, slept once on the smooth surface of interstate pavement.  Skyler slept, too.  Forrest kept his eyes on the truck before him, as well as the light traffic around him.  On the radio, the news reported the recent “missing” children, but no description of any possible suspects of possible vehicles the suspects had used.
	Of course, that could be for a reason.
	Forrest remained attentive, popped his neck, farted, and followed his new associate.

	Robertsville was nothing more than a crossroads.  The interstate ran thru the “town”, a gas station on one side, another roadside non-chain eatery on the other.  Five homes nearby the restaurant, a small rinky-dink trailer park on the other.  That was about it.
	Breezy took the off ramp and headed off on a two lane road at a good clip.  No traffic period.  It was the middle of the afternoon, storms brewing nasty time in the nearby mountains.
	“I gotta potty!” cried out a small meek voice from the middle seat.
	Lucy.
	Forrest flashed his lights to signal the speed demon Breezy and pulled over onto the so-so shoulder of the road.  
	“Anyone else?” he asked.
	The boys had to pee, the girls to pee and “other.”
	Looking around, Forrest told them, “strip.”
	Some of the passengers licked their lips, sighed, gulped, kinda fretted, but eventually complied and stripped to their skin.  Thereafter, those who needed to “potty” merely stood, legs apart, cheeks apart, and unloaded.
	Those who had to pee stood and did likewise.
	The boys had no problem peeing.  None of them had to poop.
	Aside from Lucy, Tamara had to let loose a log.  
	Breezy had to back-up from where she had finally come to stop.  She looked over the boys who were peeing.  She was incredibly lustful, still.  
	It was too damn hot for anything “else” to take place, so after the kids had done their thing, they dressed and returned to the cool of the vehicle and continued onward.

	Breezy went five miles passed her turn-off to Castle Rock.  The road wasn’t marked.  So much for knowing the desert!  The road was partially paved, cemented, and mostly dirt.  Several miles were pure sand.  It was seldom ever used.  
	Unlike the road out of Shackletown, the desert road seldom used had a bridge.  A wooden bridge.  It spanned one hundred feet across the coursing river.  Breezy said normally the space between the bottom of the bridge and the sand in the wash was approx. ten to twelve feet.  The river flowing out of the nearby mountains lapped against the bottom of the bridge.
	Before crossing, Forrest checked the foundation of the bridge for any erosion problems.	He found that it was still apparently sturdy enough, the bridge made of iron and wood.  It wasn’t poorly put together.
	“The miners way back before my time built it.” Breezy explained, “to carry their ore out of Witch Mountain and other places all around.”
	Forrest, though, was still concerned.  He doubted the old miners crossed the bridge with their heavy ore findings when their was water lapping at the bottom of it.
	“Why don’t I go across, alone?” suggested Breezy.
	Being macho, “I’ll go.” Forrest said asserting him.  He smiled at the young woman and produced a whimsical aire about him that quickly put Breezy’s anger in regards to male chauvinistic attitudes to rest.
	Forrest climbed into Breezy’s ride, her four kids got out and stood by his ride.  Slowly Forrest moved onto the bridge; it was like being in a big rig, the height.  He could, though, see pretty good.  With the windows down he listened for telltale signs signaling him that it was time to either punch it or dive out and hope for the best.
	Neither happened.  The huge heavy six thousand pound plus vehicle easily motored across without mishap.  It still made him kinda nervous, though.  He waved to the others to just simply walk across.
	“Go in the middle.” he told them.  Breezy fired up Forrest’s ride and followed.
	Lucy.  She was something.  She freaked out.  She was not controllable.  Other than being freaked out about being kidnapped and sexualized by everyone, crossing a bridge whereas she could see the water rushing underneath her feet wasn’t cool.
	She rode with Breezy, curled up under covers in the middle seat floorboard.  She was the only hazard and everyone crossed okay.  The blazing hot sun scorched the landscape, it was some twenty more miles to Castle Rock.

Spy Games and Other Associative Interests
	The extreme heat of the day came as the two vehicles entered the town of Castle Rock.  Aptly dubbed as a nearby extinct volcano was the most prominent feature around and its protruding spires similarly resembled English castles.
	No one stirred in the hot desert town, a main road serviced the town of 1,000 or so.  A temperature sign at the town’s only bank posted a reading of a lovely 113.  
	Breezy made way down mainstreet; there were no stop lights, just stop signs.  Even with the truck’s a/c on high, it was still kinda warm.  Breezy first went to see if her brother was home.
	“You’ll like him, you have a lot in common.” (kidnapping and shagging the young)  among other things!
	He wasn’t home, though, so they backtracked a little to the other side of the furnace town to a desert-ranch style home.  It was small and extremely old, built back in the 30s.  A rustic wooden fence surrounded the cacti garden in front.  Not a lot of shade, mostly shrubs and bushes (dying of thirst.)
	Breezy parked in the back of the home and Forrest followed.  Neighbors were scattered in all directions, but none were behind or in any direct line o’sight.  
	Breezy’s home had solar panels, it helped on the constant running of the three large swamp coolers.  Air conditioning was way too expensive and most people tolerated the swamp coolers--though they did very little to actually cool the air.  They made it tolerable and that was suitable.
	The group all was scooted into the darkened abode.  Breezy had a cat and a dog.  The home was modestly furnished and well kept.  A thin layer of sand lay virtually everywhere.
	Forrest’s group settled into the living room.  Breezy checked her message machine for any word from her brother--there was none.  She then set about preparing some ice cold tea for everyone.  Forrest had his brood strip to the skin (again.)
	“So, may I ask what you plan to do with them?” indicating Forrest’s brood.
	Forrest shrugged, he didn’t give a clear answer.  “I’ll, uhm, eventually just turn them loose.”
	Breezy pursed her lips and continued making sandwiches.
	Cartoons were on the tv in the living room.  The house remained semi darkened--to conserve energy and keep it as cool as possible.  There was an emergency generator and the solar panels stored electrical power in batteries, too.  The swamp coolers (three of them) all had “misters” to help cool them so they worked better and offered better cooling into the house.
	Sandwiches and drinks were dispersed all around.  Though the younger kids, mainly the girls Aimee and Lucy, were still somewhat shy and timid about being so nakedly vulnerable.  The boys--nah, they HAD been shy earlier on, but no longer.  They were accepting of their fate, as was the Trio from the Woods.  (mostly Jake!)
	Skyler utilized Breezy’s phone and called his folks.
	Forrest was lost in thought--Nancy and Becky, with Wednesday and occupied his mind.  There was still that yearn to head Midwest to his cousin’s place.  Here he was again, involved (kinda) with someone.  
	“Something wrong?” that “someone” asked.  
	Forrest shook his head and offered a meek smile.  “Just thinking.”
	Breezy settled onto the arm of the living room chair, she and he were clothed, the others were not.  The trio of swamp coolers did a fine job actually of keeping the home cool.  The drapes were drawn, too; for other reasons than for cooling.
	Forrest began to cool down.  At length, little Aimee stood and approached.  She seemed nervous.
	“What?” he asked of her.
	“I-I gotta go potty.” she screwed up her pretty face and twisted her legs like little kids do when they’ve waited too long.  Forrest nodded and took her by the hand to the hall bathroom.
	She sat on the toilet and Forrest sat before her, opening her legs.
	She indeed had to potty, she farted, peed, and crapped.  She seemed very relieved.  Her nervousness returned as Forrest took some toilet paper and did the job of wiping her clean.  She was highly embarrassed.  
	But then Forrest stood and dropped his pants.
	Out popped his huge manhood.
	‘Give it a squeeze, honey.’ he Minded to her.
	Aimee gulped, winced, fought back the emotions and indeed--gipped the dick and “gave it a squeeze.”
	Breezy came up to the open door as Aimee worked the cock, she squeezed and moved her hand up and down until the cock pulsed and throbbed.
	“Kiss it, sweetie.” cooed Breezy.  
	Aimee screwed up her face, then just as quickly sucked in her breath and leaned forward pressing her lips to the glistening head of her kidnapper’s cock.
	‘Take the head in.’ Forrest told her.
	Aimee held firm for half a moment, then semi-reluctantly she moved her lips over the slickered up head of the cock.  Forrest likely moved his hand to the back of the girl’s head and “helped” her to do the job of sucking his dick.
	Aimee cried some but mostly had her emotions under control.
	Breezy frigged herself with her hand down her pants.  Forrest stretched out free hand and helped.  Breezy closed her eyes, clung to the door jam and moved her hips.  The head of Forrest’s cock was fully engulfed into Aimee’s mouth, he pushed a little more until the child began to whimper.
	‘Okay, I’ll stop--just jerk me off, make me cum.’
	Aimee whimpered a little more, screwed up her face, farted, and proceeded to masturbate the cock.  Breezy undone her jeans and came into the bathroom…

*

	Cum ran like a river--out of Lucy’s asshole.  Cum, too, spilled out of her mouth.  Behind her, Skyler emptied his tool, squeezed her ass and diddled her young pussy.  Before her, Jake humped her mouth, shooting his load deep into her mouth.
	The child whined, cried, bawled, and basically was upset over the assault.  After Skyler pulled himself out of her asshole, she farted and a great mess of his splooge was ejected.
	Forrest and Breezy briefly checked on the living room occupants, they were well.  Young Barry had fallen asleep on the floor before the television.  Breezy’s kids Oscar and Molly were asleep on the long green sofa asleep, arms and legs akimbo, butt bare assed naked.
	Forrest turned and gently guided Aimee down the hall to Breezy’s bedroom.
	“I think she’s ready enough to take you.” Breezy said to him when they had still been in the bathroom.  All the boys had “taken” Aimee, save for Skyler and Jake.  Those two had merely humped on her pussy and drove their tongues into her.
	In Breezy’s room Aimee was positioned on the bed.  She well enough knew and understood what was going to happen.  Forrest crawled onto the bed and began a tedious bout of licking her poon.  Before he stuffed her young cunny with his manly prong, though--Breezy greased it up with some cock lube.  She applied some to Aimee’s pussy, too.
	Then Forrest positioned himself onto the young girl and slowly guided his prong into her.  Breezy helped with the guiding; cupping and squeezing Forrest’s balls, caressing his ass and including finger fucking his asshole!
	Aimee parted her legs as much as she could.  She yelped once as the manly manhood invaded her more and moreso.  Slow easy pumps, sinking as much as he possibly could without seriously hurting and or injuring the girl.  He liked this one.
	Aimee clutched at the bed sheets, biting her lower lip hard.  Despite the lube juice applied, the fucking was a little uncomfortable.  Forrest pulled out and laid his pipe on the girl’s cunny and humped there before reinserting and continuing with the hump.
	He didn’t fully penetrate and managed to have a nice juicy orgasm in under three minutes of enduring humping.  He squirted as much cum as he could, then pulled out and Breezy went down on him, cleaning his cock as well as Aimee’s cum laden pussy.
	‘Your asshole will be next.’ Forrest Minded to her.
	Aimee swallowed hard and lay still, lightly fingering her pussy…

**

	He awoke with a startle.  Another security breech.  It was dark--darker.  He lay still where he lay, allowing his mind to adjust and get his bearings.  He saw dimly a nite light in a hallway.  He heard the wop-wop-wop of a motor, a cool breeze drifted across his face, and beside, some one stirred.
	Coyotes howled deep out in the desert, a glimpse of the moon hung high in the sky.  It was near ten o’clock at night.  His balls ached and he had a headache.  Sitting up the headache increased.  He felt a little dizzy and wondered if he had been drugged.  A jillion thoughts raced thru his mind, some good--some not.
	Aimee slept beside him soundly.  Her body was a little cool, he pulled a sheet over her and pulled himself to the foot of the bed.  He was alone, save for the slumbering Aimee.  There was, though, the telltale sounds of a television on, cartoons.  Slowly he peeked down the semi-darkened hallway.  Someone was taking a piss in the bathroom, a boy.  
	In the living room Breezy was sprawled out on a love seat, one of her boy kids snuggled against her, the other three scattered all over the floor as well as Forrest’s brood.  Jake came out of the bathroom, piss dripping from his dick.
	“I just woke up.” Jake said in some defense.
	“So did I.” stifling a yawn said Forrest.  He moved to the kitchen and helped himself to some more tea.  Naked Jake followed.
	Nothing was said further, Forrest wished he had made a call to Nancy after Skyler had called to reassure his folks.  He had given them the lame excuse that he was out of town running down a new job.  
	Forrest opened the back door and stepped outside.  The air was not so warm.  A coyote still howled.  Jake stepped up behind Forrest.  For a moment, nothing.
	Soon, though, Jake moved to be beside Forrest.  Methodically Forrest was playing with his cock, his thoughts he was allowing to drift with the listless warm currents of desert air.  Casually, though, he was aware of Jake’s presence.  He, too, noted the boy playing with his own tool as well as fondling his ass.
	Nonchalantly, Forrest pressed his hand to the boy’s bare bum and gave it a rub.  This led to Jake pulling his cheeks open and bending over some.  Forrest took the offering, diddling the boy’s bum hole and then applying his cock.
	It took just a little doing as Forrest’s wanger was not 100 percent stiff enough to make anal entry.  It was shagged out from the day’s events as it was.  But, with dire determination, he was in the boy’s hole pumping him furiously.
	“Damn, don’t you ever stop!” chided a chortling voice of Breezy.
	Forrest paid her no mind and deeply sodomized the boy until he was relieved.  Jake then pulled away and went to his knees.  He turned about and took Forrest funky cock, masturbated it while sucking on the man’s balls.  After a moment he wrapped his lips about the man’s cock and sucked him.
	Breezy smiled and returned to the kitchen to make more tea…

How do you feel about “spying”?
	Forrest found himself in the wee hours of the morning being gently awakened.  It was Aimee who was awakening him.  “What’s up?” he asked in a sleepy voice.
	“It’s Lucy,” she said, “she’s crying.”
	Forrest sighed.  He wished his “implant” could do something for her.
	Lucy was curled up in a corner of the living room by a plant stand.  She semi-fought his attempts at retrieving her.  He held off threatening her, verbally aloud or by Mindlink.  He just reached in and grabbed her, shushed her and took her back to the bedroom.
	Aimee came with, too.
	He settled on the bed and Lucy settled down.  ‘cept she kept saying, “I wanna go home!” repeatedly.
	‘You will, when it’s time’. Forrest tried cooing to her.
	Aimee crawled onto the bed and “snuggled” against her captor, she held Lucy’s hand but remained silent.  Lucy cried herself to sleep.  Forrest watched the newest day arrive thru the bedroom window.

	At seven AM the phone rang.  Forrest wasn’t going to answer it, not his phone.  Aimee lay nice and snuggled up against one side of him, Lucy the other.  He could handle it.  Breezy eventually answered the phone and chatted with someone Forrest took to be her brother.
	Though he needed to pee, he held fast where he was and farted instead.  Breezy popped in on him, smiling.  “Looks natural.” she said.
	‘Bite me.’ Forrest said (to himself) sarcastically.
	She went on and Forrest pushed back the urge to pee.

	Half hour later, though--the pressure was too much.  He was either going to piss all over himself and the girls--which in itself wouldn’t really be a bad thing, or disturb them and go the regular bathroom.  Gently he moved his arms and the girls and slipped off the bed.  He found Tamara sitting on the toilet, the home had two bedrooms and one bathroom.  He parted the teen’s legs and pissed on her trim little bush…
	Breezy had made breakfast and everyone enjoyed.
	“My brother’s home.” she made mention.  Most of the broodkins had taken a plate of breakfast and gone to the living room to park it in front of the tv, Forrest and Breezy occupied the kitchen/dinning table.
	“If you don’t have a way to unload your kids, uhm, he does.”
	“Oh?”
	“Nothing bad, just trading them off.”
	Oh.  Forrest noshed on his breakfast fare and thought it over.
	“Uhm, what ELSE does your brother do?”
	Breezy bowed her head and smiled, “Well, he sort of has a business.”
	“Oh?  What sort of business?”
	Breezy stopped short of flapping her lips and spilling the beans about her brother’s illicit business.  Forrest had a few ideas. “Is he coming over?”
	“In a little while, he-he has some things to tend to first.”
	Forrest felt a little uneasy.  Despite Breezy willingly having prohibited sex with the boys of the house, Forrest still felt he should be wary.  His security measures of late had been seriously laxed.
	“Soooo, what do you do around here for fun?” subject change.
	Breezy smiled, shrugged, “Not a lot, there’s the theatre, we’ve got an indoor pool, the malt shop, stuff like that.”
	“How’s the neighbors?”
	“Mostly old.” 
	Forrest chuckled, Breezy smiled.  The two looked into one another’s eyes.  Something stirred deep inside them.  Ut oh…

	Forrest made his call to Nancy, chatted with Becky and Wednesday.  Julie, too.  Another green tornado had come dangerously close to the town and Eddie again had to be restrained to keep from being sucked in.
	Other than that, business as normal.

Ah!  The Scent of Sex in the Afternoon!
	The blazing afternoon sun had given way to a new weather front.  That helped.  Forrest stretched his legs--by taking a brief walk about the neighborhood.  Naturally!
	His first “walk” he went was accompanied by Jake.
	The first house, no one home--a bust.
	The second house, an old couple watching tv.
	The third house, a man and woman arguing while the father of one of them sat in a wheelchair--the center/object of the argument.
	The fourth house, two young teenage boys butt naked getting it on!
	Bingo!
	Both lads were approx. 15-16 yrs young.  One blond hair, the other a long shaggy dark haired fart.  Both were rugged and by the pictures and awards on the walls, they were highly athletic and were motorcross enthusiast.  They, too, were enthused with “getting it on.”
	Both had lovely-simply fucking lovely, nude bodies.  Lean, rugged, and with amazing lovely cocks.  
	“I’m going to go for a little walk.” Forrest said.  “Wanna cum along?” he said looking to Jake earlier.  Jake nodded, sure.  Forrest liked Jake; he, like others, was an “associate.”  Forrest didn’t know if he could 100% trust Jake, but…
	Jake marveled at the “super stealth mode” he and Forrest went in to, the ability to be sneaky and spy on others without their knowledge.  It was amazing--if not an eye-opener.
	The two nude teen boys, Kale and Patrick, furiously banged their very tan nude bodies together; hands groping all over with hard cocks almost ready to shoot liquid love.  They were deeply entrenched into kissing one another--hard.
	Lovely boys.  Very lean, rugged, rigid.  The blond had his hair in the typical “in the eyes” style.  He sported a small gold earring, too.  His friend wore no jewelry and was missing a front tooth--when his mouth was not concealed by his friend’s.
	The two “messed” boldly around on the living room sofa.  Like Breezy’s humble abode, it too was mostly darkened to keep it cool.  No one else seemed to be home.  The boys’ clothes lay strewn all over the floor.
	Finally, the blond headed boy broke the intense lip lock, “SUCK ME, BITCH!” he screamed.  His 6-incher was HUGE, thick and already beginning to spurt love cream.  His friend went quickly down on him, engulfing the whole schlong and sucking him dry.
	Patrick sat up smacking his lips, cum coating the edges of his mouth, he was grinning a “shit eating grin” (but in this case, a cock eating grin).  He stroked his own bone and after “swallowing” pushed Kale onto his back, wrenched his legs up along his lovely hard chest, and drove his hard bone into his friend’s asshole.
	“Take it all, whore!” he grinned and spat Kale’s cum out onto him.
	“Fuck me, bitch, FUCK ME!” the boys were hard at it and FUCKED.
	…so much so that they nearly failed to hear the car door slam.
	Peeking, Forrest saw a mommy and daddy ambling out of a family SUV, along with a lovely simply fucking lovely little girl of about eight or nine.  Blond hair, dark roots, dark brows, lovely little precocious smile and aire about her.
	She ran willy-nilly to the house, holding herself between the legs.  She had to “go.”  her mother called out after her, “Amber!  Slow down!”
	“Before you fall and crack your head!” added her father.  The two parental units retrieved bags of groceries and sashayed their way to the house.
	There was an attached garage.  The house made of brick, fireplace, three bedrooms, modernized, weatherized, air conditioned.  The front door was a huge bastard of hardy wood.  It was heavy and a bitch for a youngster to manage open.
	Which was good as it gave the two teen lovers the chance to amscray.
	Kale, whose house it was his parents coming into, fled to the kitchen and the closed garage--after collecting some clothes first.  Patrick fled down the hallway doing likewise.  He dashed into the bathroom just as the little girl came into the house and made HER way down the hall.
	She pounded on the door, “Let me in!” she demanded.
	“I’m in here!” shouted back Pat.
	“Fuck!” barked the girl.  She high tailed it, then, to her parents’ room and their master bath.  The parental units ambled in and passed thru the living room to the rear situated kitchen.
	The mother sniffed the air as she made way thru the front room.
	“You smell that?” she asked of her husband.  He paused, shifted grocery sacks, shook his head, “No.”
	He wasn’t a rugged fella like his son was, an office man or someone who “didn’t work outside”.  well groomed, well dressed, midline pudge.  He sat the sacks on the kitchen table, and son Kale came in from the garage.
	“More out in the truck.” his father told him.
	The boy nodded and made his way, smiling and nodding to his mother.  The boy still had a major boner, but was dressed--minus the undies.
	“Just a minute.” said the mother pulling her son to her at the elbow.
	“Have you been smoking pot?”
	“Mom!” cried out the boy, “You know I quit!”
	“No I don’t!” she said almost angrily.  She sniffed the air again, the scent of the illicit sex acts just moments ago were dissipating, but still lingering just enough to arouse suspicion.
	“I smell something!” she said definitely.
	Kale put on the “Not me!” attitude shrug.
	Patrick emerged from the bathroom.  That alone confirmed the mother’s suspicion.  The father, though, didn’t smell anything and came to his son’s defense.
	In the middle of which, the little girl Amber was seen darting from her parents’ room to her own room, near naked.  No pants, no undies.
	The daddy nudged the mother and whispered into her ear as she had obviously missed the flashing.  The mother left the two boys under suspicion and went to her daughter.  The daddy remained, kinda glaring at the two.
	“You had better be on the level.” he warned them.
	“We weren’t, dad, honest.” this time.
	“Your mother is very adamant, ’any pot and your grounded’.  No more motorcross, no more anything.”
	The boys nodded, “We weren’t smoking, dad, we quit.”
	The daddy nodded, “Okay,” then, “go bring in the rest of the groceries.”

	When the boys moved out of the house to the SUV, the daddy to the kitchen, the team of Forrest & Jake scooted to a better viewing of what was going on in Amber’s room.
	The little girl was nude.  She was being consoled by her mother with pats to the back.  What had actually happened was unclear.  A new set of clothes was set out and after a brief talk the girl dressed.  The mother collected up a swimsuit the girl had been wearing, along with pants and panties.  All three of which were “wet” at the crotch.
	Ah.

Three of a Kind
	The Fifth house, nada--no one home ‘cept a fat pudgy Rott who merely snarled at them, then pissed on the floor and dared them (Forrest/Jake) to come clean it up.
	The Sixth house had in a back bedroom a boy and girl heavily going at it.  Bingo!  (again)
	The girl had long super fine blond hair--to match her long super fine golden tan body.  No “hair”, though, on her pussy.  It was bald.  Her face was long, arms and legs, too.  Nice titties, mid-size Bs.  She and her “lover” alternated positions…
	The two lovers switched repeatedly who was going to be “on top.”  they giggled and jiggled, pinched one another and fussed about all in a very playful manner.
	The boy was dark haired, he wore his hair short and bore a gold earring in both ears.  He was a little older than the girl, but not by much.  Forrest deemed the two brother and sister.
	“How can you tell.” whispered Jake.
	“Pictures.” Forrest told him, and pointed to the family photos on the wall.  There, too, were two other siblings pictured but not present.
	Finally, the girl seemed to have won out and pinned her lover down on his bed.  It was a boy’s room, two beds.  Typical boy stuff on the walls and floors, a train set, lizards in an terrarium, and general boy crap all over.  The girl’s clothes were on the floor…
	The girl reached for and grabbed the boy’s hard dick and guided it into her bald cunny.  The boy’s eyes rolled as his cock slid into her recess.  His hands clamped onto her lovely-lovely ass and they quickly commenced to fucking.
	No kissing, just fucking.
	The boy latched his mouth onto the girl’s lovely-lovely titties, one after the other--and pumped like there was no tomorrow into her body.  The girl did most of the work, actually.
	But at length, the male macho thing took over and in a flash the boy unpinned himself and flipped the girl over, pinning HER to his bed and trying for a “backdoor” entry.
	He wasn’t having any luck as the girl was too fidgety and giggly.
	After a moment, though, the girl rolled over onto her backside, spread her legs and allowed her brother to sink his bone into her one more time.  He did.  He slid into her slowly and they did fuck for several enduring minutes.

One Toke Over the Line…Or…One Good Fuck Deserves Another!
	The two siblings lovers relaxed a bit after their tumultuous fuck fest.  It lasted an incredible three minutes.  The boy pumped into his sister, strained, jerked, tightened up and then pumped some more until there was the sudden explosive cum off.
	The boy, who was not a boy but approx. 20 yrs young, collapsed then onto his naked sex sweat drenched sibling.  Briefly-briefly they kissed.  The girl pushed her older sibling off of her and she lay friggin her cum laden snatch and tweaking a nipple.
	At length, the boy rolled over, farted, and toyed with his limp dong.
	“What time is it?” the girl asked.
	“Fuck if I know.” shot back the boy.
	“Asshole.” griped the girl.  She sat up on her elbows and leaned over her sweaty brother.  She looked to the bedside clock--2:30.
	She lay there across her brother’s body, mainly as he held her there in place so as he could caress her ass, spank her and diddle her asshole.
	“What is it with you and my shit pipe?” she bitched.
	She struggled and pushed her way back to laying down.
	The boy a little put off rolled over to the edge of his bed and rifled thru his bedside table drawer.  He retrieved a small baggie containing five marijuana cigarettes.  He handed one to his naked sweating cum drenched sister and took one himself.  Out of her own pants pocket picked up from the floor Jenna fished out a cigarette lighter.
	After lighting up they sighed.  The girl farted.
	They toked and toked and slowly got a little high.
	Then someone knocked on the front door.
	“SHIT!” bitched the boy.
	The girl sat up quickly breathing hard--not from sex, either.
	“Who is it?” she hoarsely whispered to her brother.
	“Who the fuck am I?  Superfuckingman?” the bitched back; he  scrambled into a pair of cut off jeans and hurried to the front door--checking the side window to get a glimpse first.
	The girl meanwhile grabbed her clothes and scurried to her bedroom, shutting the door.
	At the door was someone Forrest & Jake knew--sort of.  Patrick.
	“What’s up, ‘ho?” chided the young man, Joel.
	“Not much, bitch, Kale’s in trouble, though.”
	“No shit?” queried Joel, “I thought he quit the stuff?  He get caught at it?”
	“He wasn’t doing it, but the Queen of Bitchdom thinks he was.”
	Patrick was invited in.
	“Where’s everyone at?” he asked off the cuff.
	“The Aquatics Center.”
	“Ah, figures.”
	“Wanna a beer?”
	“Sure!”
	The two boys made way into the kitchen and Joel fished out a pair of his dad’s beers.  The two drank and fell silent.
	“You and Kale still…” Joel didn’t finish his sentence but Patrick knew what he meant.  The boy nodded that it was so.  He sipped on his beer, Joel slugged down himself then slid off of the bar stool and pushed his cut offs down some, freeing his wickedly monstrous 8-incher.  It was an uncut monster, too.
	Patrick feasted his eyes on the lengthy prong, licked his lips, looked around for anyone then slid to his knees and took Joel’s cock to his mouth.  Joel worked the boy’s head back and forth, filling Pat’s mouth fully, “Suck me, bitch, suck me hard.  Make me cum!”  his cock got harder and harder inside the fifteen year old’s mouth.
	Twenty year old Joel pulled out, though, before cumming off.  He rubbed his prong all over the young teen’s face.  “God, you suck so good!” he exclaimed.  Patrick grinned and stood, then leaned over his barstool and worked his jeans (minus his underwear still at Kale’s house…)
	Joel stepped up and fondled the teenager’s ass, ran his fingers up and down the crack and plugged the glory hole.  Slowly he began making anal entry.  Patrick griped the barstool and endured the penetration; he reached back and pulled a cheek apart.  Joel only too happily obliged and stuffed his young friend’s crapper and sodomized him.

	Forrest was in a quandary, he wanted to know what the “girl” was doing during all this time.  But leaving the boys would leave whatever else interesting might happen.  
	Joel continued humping until he finally unloaded.  He was vocal about it, too.  He spanked Pat’s ass and drove deep into the teen’s hole.  Pat cringed, gritted his teeth, and clung as hard as he could to the vinyl seat of the stool, his knees on the footrest.  Cum, too, dripped in streams from his prick.
	Joel finally pulled out, a great wad of cum shot out and coated Patrick’s ass.  The young man smeared the goo all over, spanked his hand in it and finger fucked his friend’s dirt chute.
	Joel leaned against the bar counter.  Slugging down some more of his beer, he mumbled something in regards to “good fuck.”  Patrick stood, pulling his cheeks apart, he fondled his cum dripping cock.
	He stumbled down the hall, fingering his gooey asshole and balls and entered the hall bathroom.  He stood leaning against the toilet finished jacking himself and then taking a long piss.
	Right at the point of “shaking the dew off the lily”…
	“Hi, Pat!”
	Jenna stood at the open door, she had on shorts and a tank top, nothing else but a smile.  She made Pat nervous.  He gulped sweated, and pissed all over the toilet.
	He got a bad but whimsical look from Jenna.
	The girl went on, Pat knew what he had to do--clean up.

	In the kitchen minutes later Patrick returned, finding brother and sister drinking up more of their father’s beer.  The girl was all smiles, Patrick all blushing.  Grabbing his unfinished beer he slowly sipped the rest.  Joel was still nude.  
	In a sort of teasing manner, Jenna let dribble some of her beer down her chest.  Pulling off her tank top she bared her chest to her horny adult brother.  Happily the brother leaned in and began licking the beer off of his sister’s chest, sucking on one titty and squeezing the other.
	Soon the girl stood and slipped off her shorts.  She then climbed up onto the bar counter, spread her legs and began trickling her beer down her body.  Greedily, hungrily, happily, brother Joel lapped the spillage from the girl’s pussy.
	Patrick sat glued to his seat, drinking off his beer and masturbating.
	Horny Joel drank and drank from his sister’s cunt, he stuffed her cunny with his own beer, quipping:  “Damn, if we could bottle this stuff, we could sell it!  We’d call it--Pussy Beer!”
	Patrick choked up laughing.  Jenna finished pouring off her beer.  Her brother, though, continued tonguing out her cunny--until his cock was raging hard again.
	Joel helped his sibling down then kept pushing her down to her knees.  Jenna was a sport and cupping her brother’s hairy nads, she willingly took her brother’s dong and sucked it fully.
	Behind her, Patrick stroked his bone…

	“I’m going to cum!” almost shouted Joel.
	Jenna sucked harder and harder--but was unable to bring Joel to orgasm.  “Put it in your pussy!” called out the brother.  Jenna stood and crawled onto her brother’s lap, he turned the swivel barstool around so as to be able to brace himself against the counter.  His manly manhood went nicely into her teen cunny.
	Pulling her cheeks open, slamming his cock deep into Jenna’s pussy, Joel nodded to the cock hard Patrick.  Patrick smiled and bowed his head, he had never been with Jenna before.
	It was quite a scene; fifteen year old Jenna on her twenty year old brother’s lap.  His manhood buried to the hilt in her cunny.  Behind her teen friend Patrick stuffed himself into her asshole.
	 Joel leaned his head back, he clung to his sister’s hips, jutting his cock inside her.  His eyes fluttered, toes danced, cock cumming.  The girl could scarcely do anything as she was wedged between the two horndogs.  Patrick pumped into her asshole strongly and continuously--with no signs of stopping.
	Joel emptied himself and as his cock was in extreme duress, he got out from under Jenna.  Jenna laid herself out onto the barstool--Patrick continued in his efforts to butt fuck the girl--it was now easier with her bent over and such.
	Joel helped himself to another beer.

	Rivers of cum spilled out of Jenna’s asshole.  The one who had put it there was unable to sit on the barstool, he sat on the floor against the bar counter, cum still oozing from his cock.  Jenna--Jenna remained laying across her barstool--cussing.  She pulled a cheek and squeezed out more cum juice.  Her brother came around and drenched her smoldering sphincter with tickles of beer.
	Jenna latched onto her brother’s drooping dong and began to suck it.
	A car door slammed outside.
	“SHIT!” bitched Joel.
	‘SHIT!’ bitched Forrest, doesn’t anyone stay away around here!?

The Collector

	Red dust clouds flurried up from behind the pickup as it barreled down the narrow road.  The skies were gloomy and threatened rain.  But in the part of the country where the truck’s driver lived, it was only a threat.  The driver downshifted as he made a wide sweeping turn onto an even narrower piece of road.  This road led up a gentle slope to some rugged- ragged jutting ridges.  
	Strung out in several places were trailer homes, doublewides, and assorted hovels and shacks.  An assortment of vehicles, too; none newer than the mid 70s.  A windmill here and there churned listlessly in the noonday air.  Nothing stirred, despite the overcast conditions, it was a balmy 100 degrees.
	The truck came to a stop at a series of mailboxes.  The driver pulled his kerchief over his face and braced against the wheel as the dust cloud kicked up by his truck engulfed the vehicle and settled.
	Thereafter the driver hopped out and collected his mail.
	Most he tossed to the questionable floorboard before proceeding on.
	The driver turned onto a well rutted one vehicle road access that led out to a 12-by-50 trailer home.  It was surrounded by a dilapidated barbed wire fence.  Something of a chicken coop there was, another shed and something of a half garage.  All were well weatherized and not in good condition.
	No grass, a few palm trees that were out of place but were growing.  Cacti were set out in various clay bowls.  There was little else save for various farm/ranch implements no longer used and well rusted in place.
	The truck, which was a short bed crew cab, turned around in the dirt yard and backed into the opening of the partial garage.  There was a covered breezeway from the garage to the trailer’s rear door, a space of eight feet.
	The driver paused a moment as the dust again resettled.  Popping his neck and fingers he climbed out of his truck and stepped into the trailer via the front door.  There was a sliding patio door, too.  A small patio deck cluttered with various outdoor furniture and barbecue grills.  The trailer had no awning, the near wind wouldn’t permit it.  There was a skirting that wrapped about the bottom of the trailer.  It was faded blue on white in a style from somewhere in the early 60s.
	The rear door of the trailer opened and the man scooted thru the enclosed breezeway back to his truck.  He opened the second door behind the driver’s side, pulled up the bench seat seat, and tapped the legs of someone laying within the small space.
	Three someone lay in the small space, they were covered in a slight layer of dust.  Grime and such, too, from the small space that housed tools and such.  Two girls, one boy.  All three were bound hand and foot as well as being gagged.
	The man helped the three out one at a time, untied the bindings to their feet and swiftly swatted them on the butt each, “Mind me, don’t piss me off, don’t run, do as I say!” he warned them.  The three nodded their heads and were swiftly escorted thru the breezeway into the trailer.
	To the rear bathroom they were escorted, one-two-three.  Their Captor sat on the edge of an avocado green porcelain tub.  The bathroom was small having no cabinetry save for a bath stand over the toilet and the medicine chest above the equally avocado green sink.  
	The three children were mindful, they were frightened into compliance.  Their bound hands and gagged mouths were removed.  The man, “Cole” rolled his shoulder, cracked his neck, and eyed each child.  He then smiled, cracked his fingers as they were intertwined together--then reached for the first child, Penelope Brewster.
	A pretty girl, kinda plain, raven jet black hair, dark eyes to match.  She was mostly 80 percent tomboy, wore boyish clothes including a bandana about one knee as a sort of new fashion statement.  Quilt patchwork were on her hip pockets rendering her a girl.
	Her boyish shirt was pulled off and dropped to the floor.  She was nine years young and wore a small training bra.  She had very-very small lumps on her chest.  The man boldly fondled them.  The girl’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.  Her face went rigid as did the whole of her young body.  Her two companions of equal age did near likewise.
	All three had “wet” themselves during their arduous ordeal of captivity.  All three assumed that they were going to be killed.  Now they knew that they were going to be severely molested.
	Penny held firm as her jeans were tugged down.
	“Step out.” said the man.  The girl barely could comply she was so tight.  Nice powder blue typical style panties.  The one boy of the group fastened his eyes hard on the girl’s butt.  He gulped and hung his mouth open, surreptitiously placing his hand before his huge wet spot of his corduroys (and bulge.)
	Penny held her breath and stared passed the man to the peeling lime green wall behind him--her powder blue panties were lowered down her legs.  Automatically she stepped out of them.  She stood buck naked aside her friend.  
	The man reach behind him and turned on the faucet and began filling the tub.  Penny was helped into the tub.  She remained standing and turned out to face the others.  Allen was reached for nextly.  The other member of the team, Margo, looked a fright, wet herself some more and was ready to bolt.
	A glare, though, from her Captor riveted her to the grimey almost matching green vinyl floor.  Young Allen was stripped down and helped into the tub to stand alongside his friend already there.  
	Margo had to be pulled to the man, she squinched up her young face and made a bit of a fuss.  She was pretty, very pretty.  Curly blond hair, bluest of blue eyes, creamy skin, good clothes suggesting good parenting who had good jobs.
	With the tub filled, the kiddies nakedly standing within it, Cole picked up a washrag and soaped it up with a well used bar of soap.  Then, to each child he bathed them.  Slowly.  No special attention to any specific part per se, the man locked eyes mostly on the bathed child’s face.
	 After the bath--drying.
	None of the three children said word one, Margo the only one weeping.  The man still didn’t out-and-out molest them.  But the kids knew it was coming.
	After the dry off they were escorted down the narrow hall and seated on wooden barstools.  The interior of the trailer was--unkempt.  The shades and blinds and heavy dark curtains drawn-closed-shut; for to keep the home cool as well as for privacy.
	The kitchen was--small.  Cole prepared grilled cheese sandwiches and provided cold sodas for his charges.  The children ate in silence.  Their Captor watched them and when done moved them to the adjoining living room.
	The 21-inch television sitting on top of a console television was switched on.  A VCR was utilized and a video played.  All three of the children dropped their mouths in awe--a porno was on the tv.  Kiddie porn at that.  The children (watching) were totally mesmerized--if not stunned.
	Half an hour later (and almost desensitized) Cole pulled young Cole up to stand.  Margo and Penny had to turn and watch.  Cole had scooted up to the very edge of the chair he was sitting in; he lay the young Allen across his lap and began lightly spanking him.
	There was a good deal of bare ass fondling, too.
	And anal probing.
	And testicle grabbing (thru the legs).
	Allen squirmed--each time he was smacked on the bare ass or back of the bare legs.  “Settle down!” cautioned the man.  Allen did his best and for a while managed to control himself.
	Penny was next.
	Penny fussed and required a standing spanking.  She went very rigid and laid out across the man’s lap for his “fondling” pleasure.  Her bare young tender ass was tenderized some more with hard ass smacking swats.
	Then her pert virginal anus was plunged with his thumb while his probing finger delved into her equally virginal pussy.  The girl tightened up but maintained decorum.  Such as it was.
	Young Margo required more stringent spanking.  She in no way was going to tolerate the fondling.  The man sighed and tapped the crystal of his watch.  There was a brilliant light…

*

Humpdom
	The throp-throp-throp of the swamp cooler topside made the only noise--save for some muffled whimperings.  In a dark back bedroom, the man Cole stared up to the dark green ceiling.  He made odd noises and shuddered occasionally; laying on top of him was the young girl, Penny.
	His hands on her hips, he guided her up and down, grinding her against his penis.  The girl neither whimpered or cried or made any outward signs of emotions.  She was not exactly “limp”, but held firm as she handled.
	Beside them, young Allen grinded on his friend, Margo.  Margo clung to the bed, somehow managing to hold her emotions in, but her young face was screwed up and she was--upset (within.)
	Allen--Allen exhibited no emotions one way or the other, either.  But he grinded slowly on Margo, he had made penetration to her body, it had slipped out and felt just as good humping on her slit as in.
	Penny made small yelps as she was “penetrated.”  Cole squeezed the girl’s cheeks, diddled her hole, and jammed his penis to the hilt into her young cunny.  He breathed hard, sweated harder.  
	“Fuck me, damn you, fuck me!” he whispered harshly to the girl.
	Penny twisted up her face and sobbed as she tried humping back.
	Cole raised the girl up (and down) and at length rested.  He was spent.  He had cum, sort of.  His eyes fluttered, toes danced, and some liquid oozed out of his penis.

	The phone rang.  And rang.  And rang some more.  The answering machine finally kicked in.  The voice he heard was barely audible from his room, but he knew it was his sister.  She was the only one who called him anyways…
	He didn’t rush to answer her back, if it was serious she’d drive out to his place.  He waited a moment, though, with thoughts running thru his mind.  Allen stirred beside him.  He farted.  Cole caressed the boy’s ass then diddled the boy’s hole.  
	On top of him Penny was asleep.
	Slowly rolling the girl off of him Cole scooted off the bed, stretched and ambled to the bathroom.  He took a nice long pee then glanced out the window--checking the weather.  He then peeked out the patio door, checking the weather and security.
	The message on the phone was indeed his younger sister, “just checking in.  Call me.” typical stuff.  No worries.  He scratched his nut sac, took a swig of tea then stomped on the floor, “Hush up!” he bellowed to the muffled sounds below.   He then returned to his bedroom.  
	Allen sat up on his knees rubbing his eyes.  Margo stirred a little, Penny remained sound to sleep.  The Captor eased himself onto the bed, parting Margo’s legs.  Allen looked on in mild awe…
	The girl fluttered her eyes open as her kidnapper “mounted” her.  He grinded his wicked man thing against her.  There was nothing she could do but cling to the bed as she was deftly penetrated.  “Take it all, hon, take it all!”  the man breathed hard and eased in all four inches of his cock.
	Four inches!
	FOUR INCHES!
	Oh my!  We gotta talk!