August Moone Sagas
Book 5
Absolution
Chapter 19
Indulgence or Obsession

A little Indulgence goes a long way…
	The upper road was not much different than the lower road.  The Blazer bounced along shaking Forrest’s body all over.  Not good for a body’s attempt at full recovery.  Breezy mostly just coasted as the truck was huge, the road narrow, the road steep.  
	Forrest casually wondered if Breezy’s brother Cole was “helping” himself to the young’uns of the church van.  A deer suddenly jumped the road, Breezy hit the brakes and slid on the slick rocky surface, slamming into the side of the rocky hillside.
	The seat belt tensioner worked.
	“Jesus!” Breezy cried out.
	“FUCK!” Forrest blurted.
	“You okay?” Breezy asked tucking back some strands of loose hair.  
	“I’ve been better.” he remarked.  She smiled and brushed her fingers thru the strands of Forrest’s hair.  He wanted to gulp, but that would show.  He wanted to kiss her, to sink his bone into her for no other reason than just because.
	No, there was a reason.  Not just “because” or some such junk.  His heart began thumping hard in his chest.  Sweat ran in rivers down his face and neck.
	Breezy broke out in a sudden smile.
	“What?” Forrest asked.
	“You’re blushing.” she replied.
	“Am not!” he defiantly rebutted.
	Breezy didn’t counter but re-started the truck and continued on their way.  Forrest sat back in his seat and looked out to the side mirror.  Along with the sweat, dust--there indeed was signs of “blushing.”  
	‘Well, I’ll be damned!’
	He gouged his growing boner and settled in.
	The upper road ran along the upper crest of the mountain, it came out to a wide turn whereas on the passenger’s side emptied out to a vast-cast expanse of nothingness.  Desert, dry and arid.  And rocky, small canyons, plateaus, flat top mesas.  It was incredible.  And inhospitable.  
	“Those Itchee Indians I was telling you about--they lived out there.” 
	“No fucking wonder they disappeared!”
	Breezy took her foot off the brake and continued on.

	Great pines and cedars finally gave them shade.  It was still hot, damn hot, but more tolerable.  The road was a little better, mostly hard packed rutted road and not so laden or burdened with rocks.
	The elevation wasn’t so grand, 3,000 ft.  It was dubbed Gold Mountain, mainly due to the old farts who came in droves with their hopes and dreams at the end of a pick axe.  Forrest didn’t consider any heap of dirt a “mountain” until it was at least five thousand feet tall.  At least.
	“Got an itch?” Breezy asked as she noted Forrest rubbing himself.
	“Kinda.” he drawled.  “Gotta pee.” and then, ‘gotta fuck something.’ to himself.  Breezy smiled and pulled the beastly Blazer over.  Forrest quickly exited and whipped out his schlong.  Damn hard to pee with a boner raging, but he did the best that he could.
	Squirrels and chipmunks chastised him for pissing in the woods.  Forrest didn’t care, he farted in it, too.  He pissed and pissed and pissed and pissed some more.  Afterwards, he leaned against the truck and fondled his favorite organ.  He couldn’t believe he hadn’t taken one more scrog to Ranger Bain, she was naked and everything!
	Oh well, he was saving himself for…
	His ears picked up the telltale sounds of someone ELSE peeing.  Keeping his pants up, dick out, he walked around the truck to the driver’s side.  Ah.  Breezy sat squatting by the front tire pissing up a storm.  Forrest stroked his organ and stepped a little closer.

	The impending approach of a vehicle didn’t slow Forrest down.  He griped Breezy’s hips and went for it.  He was at the pivotal point of ecstasy anyways, he wasn’t stopping for nothing.
	Breezy frigged herself as she lay pressed against the driver’s seat, her pants and undies and her ankles, cheeks spread wide and several inches of throbbing manhood pounding-pounding-pounding into her cunny.
	A red sedan slowly came and passed by.  Forrest didn’t stop.  Breezy raised her head but Forrest put it back down.  The car went on its way, loaded with parental units and a couple or three kids.
	Forrest completed his deed, pulled out and flopped his cock in the breeze.  Breezy continued friggin herself from underneath her self.  With his eyes closed, Forrest missed the “invite.”
	“You alright?” Breezy said touching his elbow and holding him as he had begun to waver.
	Forrest gulped and felt a little “hot.”
	Pulling up her clothes and then Forrest’s, she guided him to the middle seat and positioned him therein.  She got him some water and looked him over carefully.
	“You probably should see a doctor.”
	Surprisingly, Forrest nodded.

	Gold Camp
	How appropriate.  It wasn’t much.  Not really.  Rustic to very rustic.  If more peoples would come it would be more, but the campground wasn’t well known and those who DID know of its presence weren’t so inclined to travel up a questionable road to a remote and “rustic” campground.
	There were six sites, four of which had running water.  Picnic tables were questionable, too--wobbly and well weathered and not repaired.  Barbecue pits and stands, pathways to the other sites, and extreme rustic outhouses.
	Lovely!
	The red sedan was parked nearby, there was a small-small parking lot.  The church van was there, too.  A small mess of peoples of all ages were all about.  There was a great deal of “splashing” from the small creek.  It wouldn’t be long until it would be all dried up.  Even the recent rain storms did little to replenish the lake of which fed it.
	Cole came quickly, a boner was he having.  Surprisingly he hadn’t utilized his watch device, not yet.  But he had been hard pressed not to.  He was saving it.  There were too many peoples to “zap” all at once, it was a security issue.
	Forrest found solace at the creek side.  He soaked his feet and watched the various kiddies.  Cole had become “friends” with the woman in charge of the small brood--being helpful in helping set up the “camp”, teaching the young ones the finer points of constructing a campfire for safety, rope tying, and identifying poisonous plants.
	Cole had used Breezy’s truck to fetch some camping supplies--Breezy had spent the time (two days) with Forrest during his recovery at the ranger station.  Whether or not Cole actually held off “zapping” anyone of the camping group really wasn’t known.  He told his sister that he didn’t and she believed him.	
	Forrest, though, wasn’t sure.  

	At the setting of the sun the leader of the group fussed about preparing dinner for her brood.  Breezy helped and Cole continued teaching the kids about the great outdoors.
	The leader of the group found Forrest (with his tootsies still in the creek).  “Hi there!” she sparked.  She had an accent, she was English.
	Forrest nodded.  The effects of his ordeal still lingered and “rest” was what he needed.  And a lot of it.  He scratched his back against a pine and re-settled himself, getting ultra comfy.
	The leader of the broodkin was Jorja Mullens.  She was a sort of nanny at one of the small churches in Ridgecrest, she was not overly familiar with the area, but had been in place almost two years.
	She was friendly enough and Forrest liked her.  Not like-liked her, but  imagining her naked like-liked her.  Full bodied light brown hair, brown eyes to match.  Robust hooters, 36-Cs, 5’8” on average weight for her height.  
	‘Open your blouse.’ 
	He waited half a moment before the Mindlink linked and connected and transferred the desired command.  The woman wore a stripped long sleeved white blouse with brown up and down stripes.  She unbuttoned the blouse and revealed those lovely 36-C hooters.  Her back was turned to the campsite, it was up a small rocky hill and down the other side to the flat area.  The smell of the campfire and sounds of kids told him he was secure.
	Slowly, he reached out with his hand--eyes on the woman’s face watching her expression(s).  he cupped the first breast and gave it a nice squeeze.  He noted the absence of any “rings” dictating that she was “taken.”
	He continued squeezing and soon fished out his cock.
	‘Have you ever given “head” before?’
	The woman shook her head, No.
	‘Ever take dick up the ass?’
	Another, No.
	‘Virgin?’
	Thankfully, that was a No, too.
	Taking a slight risk that some pesky kid would pop up over the rocks and spy, Forrest brought the young woman from Cheshire, England, down onto his shaft.  His hands got busy, very busy, feeling her out.
	It was good.  Damn good.  Real good.  She wasn’t an “expert”, but close counts.  (no such thing as a bad blowjob!)  Forrest pulled her head up and rubbed his phallic all over her pretty face.  The desire to boff her right then and there was increasing.  Exponentially!
	Surprisingly, though, he didn’t “take” right there.
	The sun dipped below the trees and darkness was quick to come along.  Forrest “released”	 the woman’s mind from his grasp, also freeing her of the deed she had “preformed.”  As they helped one another back to the camp, Forrest went over in his mind how he WOULD take the woman--and her charges.

	Krista and Melody were the two oldest of the girl group.  Logan the oldest for the boys.  There, too, was Clarissa who was a lovely thirteen; Holly and Jamie were next at a tender twelve.  A lovely young girl, Annie, took Forrest eye, Cole’s too.  She was eleven and both men “desired” her.  Wendy and Jin were sweet girls of ten.  Abigail and Katy ended the girl group at eight years young.
	Kevin was the next in line for the boys, he was eleven but almost twelve.  There was Bret and Toby who were almost eleven.  Jackie and Carlos finished up at a young eight years.
	Got all that?  
	There were many ways to handle the group.  Many.  Forrest decided there was no rush, one at a time, two-three-five at a time.  When they were asleep, stumbling thru the darkness to pee in the middle of the night, catching them off-guard--many ways.  Many.
	Forrest ultimately decided on checking to see who was receptive to his mind tampering.  He had noted in the past not all minds were the same and could be affected.  He usually passed on those…
	The younger ones tried hanging with the hour--that is to say they tried to stay up passed their usual bedtime.  The very cute Abigail conked out first.  Second in line on the cute factor, Katy zonked out.  She was sitting in the lap of Logan so he happily took her to the tent she was sharing with the other young girls.
	Boys Jackie and Carlos tried their best but swayed, closed their eyes and nearly fell off of the small camp boulders they were sitting on.  Krista and Melody took them to the boys tent.
	Thirteen year old Clarissa captured Forrest’s desire, too.  Long blond hair, lovely delicious body.  Lovely.  She sat with a short jeans, hunched over some twirling a stick in the campfire--seriously charring the marshmallow that was at the end.  
	Not too much jewelry, a light blue windbreaker, lost in thought.
	‘Virgin?’ Forrest mildly inquired.
	The girl looked up kinda startled, Forrest sat comfy in chair, feet resting on a small boulder encircling the campfire, hands cupping a cup of coffee, eyes partly closed.
	The young kids were conking out and being escorted to their prospective tents.  Cole sat yawning, sinking further and further in his chair.  All the boys were in their tents, Logan had “stepped away” for a moment.
	Clarissa returned to seriously toasting her marshmallow.
	‘Do you give head?’
	Clarissa looked up again sharply.  Cole was asleep.  Forrest was asleep (sorta) but as far as SHE knew, the only two close to her--were asleep.
	Forrest mulled and furled his lips.  He had to do some reconfiguring of his mind-tapping abilities.  It happened.  It was just harder to do than just a simple invasion.  Being that he was still in sort of a “recovery” mode, he didn’t wish to dink that hard to re-wire a Target’s mind to be more receptive to his desire(s).
	Melody and Krista came back from the girls’ tent chatting and giggling.  Logan returned, zipping up, and sitting on his boulder.  Clarissa looked everyone over again, shook her head and pushed her marshmallow deeper into the fire.
	‘Virgin?’ he asked of Krista.
	Krista paused a moment, looked around, then, ‘No.’  the image of three boys filled her mind--Kam, Kory, Kip.  Brothers.  Two younger, one older.  All porking her.  Her pussy was still virgin, she feared getting pregnant--no matter if the boys wore condoms or not.  
	And they were all staunch Christians…
	‘Do you SUCK?’
	‘Yes.’ Krista returned.
	‘Ever naughty with another girl?’
	Not no but HELL NO!
	‘Virgin?’
	The image that returned to him was not of a boy, or girl.  It was a horse!  A horse!  Melody had never been with a boy--but a horse!  The image wasn’t very clear, it was something the fifteen year old wished to keep very secret and very deeply buried.  Forrest deemed he would pry a little more, later.
	Holly arose from her boulder, she was heading for bed.  She brushed off her butt and Forrest strove hard to keep his cock from busting out and assaulting her right then and there.
	He sent out a mind link tap, but it got lost somewhere along the way.  Incredibly cute Jamie followed Holly.  Jorja passed around the marshmallows, Clarissa accepted one for her mouth, then another stuffed onto the end of her stick where the other charcoaled member was.
	She stuffed it into the flickering flames and continued to be lost in thought.  Forrest stifled a pesky fart and the desire to go pee.  Cole WAS asleep.  Breezy, too.
	They were until the unknown type animal bellered out in the woods somewhere.  Small heads popped out of the tent all a fright.  Those around the campfire weren’t too thrilled, either.
	“What the hell was that?” Breezy asked aloud.
	“Don’t know, I’d have to hear it again to make sure.” Cole said.
	And as if on cue, the unknown creature hollered out into the darkening night again.
	“Not a clue!” Cole said.
	For a long minute or so--nothing.  The creature had moved off without a word.  It was hoped.
	“A kittywompus.” Forrest said.
	No one asked what a “kittywompus” was.  
	Some of the kids went easily back to sleep, others did not--but eventually did.  The adults remained awake for quite some time.

	With the new day, Forrest and Cole traipsed out into the woods trying to find some ‘tracks’.  they found none, none that could be discernible from other normal looking tracks.
	“’course,” Forrest said, “in rustic mountains like this, the critter could have been a lot farther away than he sounded.”
	“He sounded close.” Cole stated.  ‘too close.’
	The two ventured as far as they dared then returned to the camp satisfied the “critter” was out of the area.
Back to base sex
	“Well, there are several types of lichen--found all over the world and used in various methods.  Mostly by local Indians.”
	The sun was filtered thru the great tall pines, it kept the interior of the forest cool.  The kids surrounded the great boulder staring and somewhat marveling at the great mass of “lichen” covering one side.
	“What did they use it for?” asked Jamie.
	“Well,” drawled Forrest, “some Indians used it to make rope, collect enough of it and mix it with other things and they could dye it and make mostly fashionable rope--not really strong enough to support a person’s weight.
	“Other uses were for medicinal purposes while some lichen is actually poisonous and was used to dip their arrows in for added umph.”
	The kids all got to pick off some of the rock moss, the boys weren’t too interested, more on looking for arrowheads and lizards.
	“The caribou can “smell” lichen thru snow, it makes up a great deal of their winter diet.”
	He was losing them, the girls were growing listless and it was time to move along to something new.
	With Forrest on the “outing” he had the lovely-very lovely Jamie.  Holly and Katy were along, too, as was Jin.  Kevin, Toby, and Jackie, too.  The others had gone with Cole; Jorja and Breezy remained in camp.
	Slowly, Forrest “touched” each of the kids.  Just lightly to see who was (and wasn’t) effected by his mind-tap.  He was greatly elated to find each child susceptible to his will.
	From there he could decide whether to make them “aware” or not.
	For the moment, he decided--Not.
	He took Jamie first, the remaining kids he had sit to be comfortable and “sleep” while he fooled with the twelve year old.
	She was incredible cute.  Shoulder length brown hair, missing incisors, just ‘budding’ breasts, a sweet-sweet smile.  She was a cheerleader at her small school in Ridgecrest, and in gymnastics.  Forrest ogled her and undone her short walking shorts, then lowered them.  Purple panties.  Very nice, nice and snuggly against her trim body.
	Bird chirped, squirrels darted from tree to tree, a tree limb fall crashing to the forest floor.  No other sounds there were and Forrest lowered the girl’s panties.
	A nice muffin there was to greet him.  Very nice.  Trim with just a light coverage of pubes.  She was virginal.  Forrest dragged the back of a probing finger up and down her love entrance, his bone ached and demanded to be free.
	Off came the girl’s shirt and bra.  He helped her step out of her clothes rendering her totally nude.  A few invasion questions he asked;
	“Virgin?  Ever been molested?  Felt up/out?  Masturbate?  Fart?  Desire to get shagged (fucked)?  See other boys naked?  Desire to see boys masturbating/peeing/pooping/sodomizing one another?  Do you know what sodomizing means?  Having sex?  Would you be offended seeing adults “naked and fucking”?” and so on.
	Well, she had never been molested.  She did fart occasionally.  She had seen boys naked, her age and mostly younger.  She had no desire to be shagged, but was kinda curious about it.  She DID masturbate but had never achieved orgasm--but close counts.
	She sorta kinda wouldn’t mind to see Logan naked, masturbating--she got the idea of how a boy did so.  She wouldn’t mind to see him peeing; pooping, though, was gross.
	Forrest laid the girl out on the ground, opened her legs and went down on her.  A sweet-sweet cunny she had, delicious!  He licked and sucked and slid his finger into her bum hole.  Soon his cock was aching so bad he had to free it and lay it against Jamie’s young cunt.
	Somehow he managed holding off penetrating her.  He’d save it for later--there were others to tend to, too.  He DID suckle on her breasts and hump to his heart’s content.  
	He was almost to the point of cumming off when the “kittywompus” thrilled the air with its howl.
	It nearly brought naked Jamie out of her stupor.
	The others, too.
	Forrest stood, cum dripping from his prick onto Jamie’s nude body.
	Slowly-slowly he pulled up his clothes and stepped out to the edge of the hill and looked around.  He saw nothing.  He smelled something, though.  It was God awful, horrendous.  Death warmed over and dragged thru a shit pile.
	Squatting down he scanned the forest.  The critter COULD be further away than it sounded, but it probably wasn’t likely.  He was sure it wasn’t his imagination.  He farted and stood.  The odor was gone, so was the creature.
	Twelve year old Holly was a charmer.  A naïve young girl, blond hair in twin braided tails, creamy white skin, kinda aware of what boys were like naked--she had an older brother and she saw him as such a few times as they grew up.  She had never been molested in any way, she was a fart master, and had only recently begun fingering her pussy.  She DID achieve orgasm.  She was sure she wasn’t supposed to.
	She didn’t have a clue as to what “sodomy” was.
	She WAS curious about seeing boys nude AND playing with themselves.  She was aware that her fifteen year old brother played with himself.  She had never seen her dad naked but he had seen her up until she was ten and gotten a case of the modesty.  Since then, her dad/brother had just seen her in her panties or bathing suit.
	She had less fur on her snatch than equally aged Jamie.  Forrest didn’t care.  He went down on the girl and noshed her until she began to buck into his face.  Despite his earlier decree of “holding off”, he slipped into her pussy and fucked her.  Jamie lay beside them, still very nude.  He brushed a couple of forest bugs and ants off of her then fingered her pussy as he fucked Holly.
	Slowly he slid himself fully into the girl, draining his lizard deep.

	Eleven year old Kevin was good--’specially when naked.  Not much in the way of pubes, but Forrest liked ‘em hairless.  He caressed the boy, fondled his nads--fondle-fondle-fondle, then tugged (a lot) on the boy’s pud.  The boy did a fare amount of pud-pulling himself, bed humping, too.  He was a boy so he did a fare amount of farting.
	He had natural desires for all girls of all ages.  He had no sisters but two brothers, one older and one younger.  He’d seen his dad naked and his mom in her underwear.  There was no sexual desire for his mom.
	There was, though, a sexual desire for his teacher, a Ms. Marmon who was “hot.”  Kevin wasn’t quite certain about how to actually carry on with “sex”, but he was willing to learn.
	Desires for any of the girls he was with (at the camping experience as a whole?)  Yeah, most of them.  Not really that keen on the really younger ones, twelve and older only.
	What if say one of the younger ones “presented” herself; Abigail, Jin, Wendy, Katy--eight and ten years those girls.  What if they were naked and WANTED him to have sex with them.
	Well, that was different!  Sure, he’d fuck them!  Naturally!
	Forrest sucked on the boy, cock and all.  The boy’s backdoor was virginal, he had never finger fucked himself there and had no clue what “sodomy” was.  He HAD, though, heard the term, “butt fuck-er” and a bunch of other odd references to one’s butt, but wasn’t clear on the concept.
	He had jerked his gherkin several times but had never “cum off.”
	There was no desires to be “naughty” in any way with another guy.  But he HAD been naked with other boys.  But it was no big deal.  Forrest laid the boy down and continued slurping on him, then pushed his naked legs back and took a turn at his hole.

	Toby had a little more fuzz on his nads.  Forrest found that HE had been sodomized by an uncle, his dad’s brother.  It was an on-going thing that occurred “every so often”.  Totally naked they got, the boy’s dad not aware.  After the uncle had sodomized him (Toby knew what sodomy was) the uncle paid him off.  Usually ten-fifteen and sometimes laying his palm a twenty.
	The naughty uncle, too, liked to “spank” Toby’s ass and to have Toby suck him.  Each “trick” Toby did for the uncle garnered him another pay off.  Tony had recently begun “peeing” on his uncle’s balls, the uncle, too, peeing on the boy.
	Toby had seen “little” girls naked, five and under.  He could only imagine what the girls his age were like and the older girls.  He was a wanker and a bed humper.  His mom had caught him wanking AND humping his bed.  She freaked out the first time, but knew and understood that it was a “boy” thing.  She never had since barged into his room again.
	Forrest took a turn into the boy’s asshole, fucking him good and hard.

	Jackie was along with Forrest and the others.  A nice young boy (of eight) who was hairless between the legs.  Forrest loved on him, humping and spilling his seed.  He was completely virginal and had very little interest in seeing girls nude of any age.  He was curious, but not interested.
	With the boy coated well in love cream, Forrest sat back collecting himself--a sudden “odor” filled the lazy afternoon air.  An all too familiar odor whereas it caused the tiny hairs on the back of his neck to get excited.  But not in a good way.
	Slowly he stood and stepped to the lip of the hill.  There was a slope that steeply slanted down into a deep dark foreboding forest.  From the top of the hill to the dark interior of the forest, Forrest guesstimated 200 yards.
	With his foot he moved a small rock.
	It tumbled down and collided with a hillside tree.  Forrest selected another rock and sent it tumbling.  The “odor” not only lingered in the air, but got stronger.  The lack of bird activity put Forrest on edge, he sent out his senses, squatted down and stared into the deep forest below.
	He thought he heard something and he tensed.  The odor was strong, but was carried along on listless air waves.  It was the smell of something very-very dead, baking/basking in the noonday sun.  very repulsive.
	Slowly he dressed the kids, wiping them down as necessary, dressed himself and lightly-lightly tinkered with their young minds--inserting notions of it being alright to be “naughty.”
	Then, carefully, he moved the gang back to their campsite.

Encampment Follies
	Krista was in a church choir.  Very religious, not so pretty, not up close.  She was a teenager who required lots of cosmetics to conceal a less than perfect face.  But she WAS charming just the same.  Auburn hair, brown eyes, nice tits.  A nice ass, too--and it was the ass that was the object of attention of her three brothers.
	All three boys were tagging that ass, her pussy, too!  Provided, of course, that they wrapped their rascals before pillaging their sister.  She sucked and spread her ass cheeks--all with the minor supervision of her parents!
	Her father masturbated in front of her and at age twelve she took him into her ass.  Whether or not it was a forced entry or she had been trained or what was not clear.  Krista and her family had been “naughty” for as long as she could remember.  
	‘Do your brothers fuck your mother?’
	‘Yes.’
	‘Are your brothers involved (sexually) with your father?’
	‘No, not that I know of.’
	‘Naughty-nasty with anyone else?’
	‘No.’
	‘Does anyone outside the family know about YOUR family?’
	‘No.’
	There was no interest in “girls” or little boys.  She WAS, however, horny for Logan.  Her pussy was near constantly “wet” with his presence.  She spied on him when she could when he was outdoors, peeing.  She wanted to suck his balls while he peed!
	Melody.
	Well, Melody had a thing for the well hung.  She fondled her horse’s cock AND balls, she got totally naked for him and had him pee on her and she jacked him enough that he spewed his love seed all over her!  She was a very kinky girl!
	She had positioned a hay bale under her horsey and then laid herself on it--then dragged her horse’s cock up and down her pussy!  That went a little beyond kinky…
	She desired to get scrogged by boys, and she preferred YOUNG boys, 10 to 12 yrs. actually.  And not just any boy(s) of that terrific age, boys from a private school!  She imagined herself getting doinked by Boy Scouts on a camping trip, too!
	No desires for girls.  She was an avid finger fucker.  Outgoing personality, excellent swimmer, kinda tomboyish but longed to be a normal girl.  Dresses and dressing up didn’t really suit her.  She wanted, too, to be an excellent horseman (on top and well as bottom) and be a cowgirl in the rodeo circuit. 
	She was very easy to deal with (during a mind tap.)
	Clarissa, however, was not.
	Clarissa required Cole’s wristwatch device.  Then, when the girl was “stunned” for any time of 5 minutes to as much as ten-twelve, Forrest then had easier access to her noggin.
	Clarissa Darling.  She WAS a darling.  Very cute, clean, smart, and had a strange mystic about her.  Not eerie or anything like, kinda reserved but then again not.  Long super fine blond hair, a very-very nice butt.  She was NOT having sexual relations with her geeky red haired twelve year old brother.  She was NOT having sexual relations with her boyfriend.
	She WAS having sexual relations with her best friend, a boy who lived next door.  She WAS having sexual relations with her Dad.  She WAS having sexual relations with her Mother!  Why, then, the geeky Republican brother wasn’t involved wasn’t clear.
	The best friend of Clarissa was, too, sexually involved with the Mother and Dad of Clarissa’s.  Forrest saw “images” in the girl’s mind:  in the girl’s bedroom with the nude best friend with super curly brown hair on his knees sucking down a middle aged man’s cock.  The boy had one hand on the man’s bare ass, the other fondling the man’s balls.  Every inch of hot tube steak was down the fifteen year old boy’s mouth.
	Underneath the boy, Clarissa was, sucking on the best friend’s balls and working his teenage crank.
	Another “image” showed the mother on her bed, a nice woman in her late 30s, buck naked on her bed, Clarissa’s best friend riding her.  At the same time--although not for certain, in Clarissa’s room, the daddy rode Clarissa!
	Forrest went on to other various images, Clarissa and her mother 69ing, being spanked (by the daddy as well as the best friend) and other sexual things.  Forrest suddenly had to back up--one image caught his attention.  He had to concentrate a damn long time--which worried his cohorts as they thought he was “stuck” in the girl’s mind.
	In Clarissa’s mind Forrest saw an image of the girl in her room, stripping off her clothes with her best friend (Sam) present.  They undressed one another and Clarissa went to her knees, worked Sam’s schlong, sucked it, then laid out on her bed, her butt close to the foot of the bed.  Sam then came to her and put himself into her and began to fuck.
	Forrest, though, redirected the scene whereas he could maneuver it to whereas he could see that someone was UNDER the bed.  The barely visible head was precariously positioned right between Sam’s legs.  The bed had a bed curtain draped about it, concealing quite well the “sneak under the bed.”
	But then, Clarissa and Sam moved up more onto the bed as their passion kicked into high speed.  The sneak-under-the-bed snuck out, pulling himself up whereas he could peek above the foot of the bed and see Sam’s dick sliding in and out of Clarissa’s cunt.  It was Jason!  Clarissa’s geeky little brother!  What a sneak!
	Trouble though.  Somewhere along the line, she got pregnant.  Not good.  She got an abortion.  Also not good.  There were complications and it changed her mind-attitude in blatant sex with her family (and Sam.)  she quit them cold turkey and didn’t even frig herself anymore.
	Hmmmm  Forrest sought to recharge her attitude.

	As the day waned to evening type time, Forrest nodded to Cole and Breezy--it was time.  The entire group was settling down from a day of frolic and wonderment.  He hadn’t mentioned the “creepy” feeling he had had earlier in the day.  He partly thought it merely the odor of a dead animal.  But the lingering thought of that “other” odor filled him.
	With Clarissa’s mind effectively ‘effected’, Forrest went thru tapping each member of the group--a sort of exhausting thing to do, but necessary.  He took his time and rested between each person.  Some were easier than others.
	“You okay?” Breezy asked when at one time he seemed to have lingered longer than usual.  Forrest nodded that he was.  But he was distracted, was there something out there in the woods?  Watching?  Had he heard something, “felt” something?
	He went on and completed the mind-tap.
	Cole broke out the video equipment; he had gone into town to check his dungeonites, fetch equipment, camping equipment, video stuff.  Forrest had yet to make a determination about the group--to make them aware or not.
	It was easier to “make them not”.  but for video effect, the “forcing” to comply was better.  Forrest continued to debate while Cole set up his equipment.  
	At length it was decided to keep everyone’s mind “numb”.  for the beginning.  Then, allow them to be “aware”.  this was subject to change without notice.  
	“Whenever your ready.” Cole said.
	Forrest popped his neck, took a look around the camp--inside and out, farted, then set his attention to Krista.
	
The Camping Experience kicked up notch…
	Krista held back as much as she could, but the pivotal moment arrived and there was no stopping it.  She released a flood of personal juices--fully coating young Kevin’s eleven year old face.  The fifteen year old church girl clung to the rustic picnic table top shuddering repeatedly.
	Kevin had been licking out her cunny and it was grand!  The boy was good.  Damn good!  His young tally was nice and stiff and as a reward for his cunt licking efforts, he crawled up onto the teenage vixen and “inserted” the stiff tally.  Krista had no problem with it, she wanted to “shudder” like that again.  (and again--and again--and again…)
	All the campers were nude.  As the sun set low and the day became less, the boys undressed the girls.  It was a thing Forrest liked, and Cole liked it, too.  There were more girls than boys--ten girls/six boys, so the boys buddied up and team undressed the girls.  The older girls were the best.  Clarissa--though her mind was “effected” with Forrest’s tinkering, was still resistant.
	But, on the upswing--Clarissa, along with all the others, were “aware” that something funky was in the mix; the entire group, adults included, were under some sort of ancient curse, an Itchee Indian curse and they were all being forced to comply with the sexual misdeeds of the Indians’ will.
	That helped.  It meant that the group (as a whole) were unable to fend off or resist the Curse.  There was naught to do but comply.  The younger ones were a little afraid, including the boys.  But--so long as they weren’t being scalped or physically harmed and it was just plain ole hot damn sex--well, deal with it!
	Horsey lover Melody was on her knees--sucking off on a cock that was much less than horse like--young Jackie Homel.  The eight year old dark haired boy was in disbelief, awe, shock, awe, stunned, and awed.  It had been Melody who had undressed him, all on her own.  She had toyed with his pecker, fondled his balls and caressed his little ass.  Then she went to her knees and began sucking him
	Behind her, eleven year old Bret pumped her.
	Jackie was--other than awed, reeling in getting sucked.  Seeing all the other girls nude was cool, too.  It couldn’t be determined who he liked better--the teenage girls or the younger ones.  He had no interest in the boys.
	Cole captured it all, bringing some of his cameras in closer for supreme up close shots.  Young Wendy Senis lay on her back, her legs she held back with eleven year old Toby drilling into her pussy.  Toby had one of those “needle” dicks--really slender for his age, but appropriate in length for his age.  He loved fucking.  A lot.  It was the best thing ever and he didn’t one shit at all that he was “cursed.”
	Wendy was a little frightened and didn’t care for being “cursed.”
	Most of the girls didn’t, though they all were naughty in some respects they preferred being so (naughty) on their own terms and in private.  The boys--well, they didn’t really care one way or another.  Logan, the oldest of the boys (14 yrs) was a little shy and timid and not too keen on stuffing his pecker into the very young girls--Katy and Abigail.  They were merely eight and Logan thought himself to have a few lingering morals.
	The teen humped against their little poons anyways, straddled their chests and humped himself silly until shooting his load(s) onto their sweet little faces.  Other boys had successfully entered the girls…
	Wendy and Jin, at ten years young, received Logan’s cock to their tight sphincters.  This after much ado about tonguing out their little holes, a lot of pre-fingering, and successful humping by other boys.  

	As darkness settled upon the camp, the sex among them settled, too.  Breezy took Logan, Forrest took Jamie and Krista, Cole took Abigail and most of the other girls for personal use…
	Supper was done up, everyone going nakedly about their business.  Forrest rested but continued manipulating the kids’ minds, including their Nanny, Jorja.  It was a slow process.

	“How you doing?”
	The hour was late, the stars were out in full glory, a sliver of moon beam trickled thru the trees, the air was cool and all was well.  
	Forrest shifted his weight and felt something moving thru his lower intestines.  He made a noise, then stretched out his legs, twinkling his toes.
	Breezy smiled and sat beside him.  Cole packed up his equipment, just for the night.  Most of the kids were in bed, naked, asleep.  Others were awake, naked, roasting marshmallows, sitting quietly going over what had happened.
	“I’m going to head in home tomorrow.” Breezy said.
	“Oh?”
	Breezy smiled, “I left MY kids at home.  I gotta check on them, Cole was supposed to but he forgot.”
	Forrest nodded, he didn’t know what to say or do.  He continued to get himself comfortable and sought some sleep.  He was not denied.

Disturbing Progression
	He didn’t know what it was but something--something caused him to become awake and very alert.  Quickly he scrambled out of his tent--naked.  Cole and Breezy came along, followed by Jorja and Logan.
	There was an eerie silence laying on the land, a breeze wafted thru the trees, it was after midnight.  Only coals there was in the campfire.  Forrest stepped out aways.  There was a slight-slight pungent odor most foul being carried on the breezes.  The breezes shifted direction but the foul odor remained constant.
	“Did you hear something?”
	“Did you?”
	Breezy wasn’t sure, she only had come out as she had heard him and the others.  “Did you?” Breezy asked Cole.  He hadn’t.  Only Forrest.  He stepped a little further and pissed on a bush.  Thereafter he returned to the campfire and stoked the coals.  Breezy sat beside--Logan and Jorja returned to the tent they were sharing…
	The night wore on still and quiet…
	Twice more thru the night Forrest found himself wide awake standing at the edge of their small camp.  He couldn’t place it, none of his senses could rightly tell him what he wanted to know--it all boiled down to a creepy eeriness that was best described as--spooky.
	He kept to himself and even dressed.
	Cole and Breezy took that as a sign and did so as well.
	“I think we should all move out, get back to the town.” Cole suggested.
	The “group” was “suggestable”--in that Forrest had dinked with their minds in that they would respond to given suggestions/commands from Forrest, Cole, or Breezy.  They would/could be themselves and not really realize what they were doing--unless otherwise directed by curt buzz words releasing their minds or allowing their minds to return to some semblance of normalcy.
	Cole had packed up his stuff and Jorja’s group was slowly returning to their normal selves, but aware mildly of what had happened.  They were not to freak out about it and would adopt the new sexual deviancy.  
	“Where’s Forrest?” Cole asked as he looked around.
	Breezy didn’t know, no one had seen him.
	Cole had everyone hang tight at the camp, having the group render the camp in better condition than it had been found.  He struck off in no particular direction, returning to the camp and going off in another.
	Just as the sun began rising above the trees, Cole stumbled upon Forrest returning.  He looked a fright, pale, ghastly ill.
	“What the fuck?” 
	The man shook his head and clutched the desert cowboy.
	“Something back there?” Cole asked.  He stared into Forrest’s eyes and saw the look of sheer horror.  Not fright, just horror.  “What is it, man?”
	Forrest shook his head, “Let’s--let’s get the fuck outta here.” he said.  And then he vomited.

*

	The Narly Senses were in full working order and directed him down a narrow path.  The strong odor of something rank filled him.  He clutched a 9mm in his hand, his survival knife in the other.  Hopefully, his wits would hang tight with him, too.  He knew that if he had any sense at all he’d actually backtrack to the camp and leave.  But curiosity being what it was…
	He guessed a mile from the camp in a slow downward slant.  He followed the narrow road, noting the tire tracks and son came to the red sedan he and Breezy had seen the day or so before.
	As he neared he got an even more creepier feeling than before.  His asshole tightened up and he found himself cemented to the dirt road.  It was incredibly quiet in the woods.  Pines and cedars stretching 100 to 200 feet up.  A clear blue sky there was, a few wisps of clouds, the morning was early--and foreboding.
	The car seemed okay.
	Approaching further there was the extreme remote rustic campground.  The dome tent was in shreds.  The ice chests, backpacks, and all camping equipment strewn about haphazardly barely recognizable as camping equipment.
	An extreme eeriness lay heavy upon the still area.  A new smell lingered in the air.  Slowly-very-fucking slowly Forrest crept closer--and closer.  Then stopped when he saw the hand.
	Just a hand.
	His balls tightened up against his already tightened asshole.
	Bits and pieces of clothing and body parts.  Everywhere.
	Not a pretty sight.  And it lingered in the mind a while, too.

	Slowly-ever so slowly Forrest backed out of the area.
	Those tiny hairs on the back of his neck--they became alerted.
	His balls were cinching up INSIDE his asshole.  His toes curled and he knew--he knew he should bolt and run thru the bloodied campsite and keep going until he hit the Gulf of Mexico--a few states south.
	And he knew better than to turn around.
	He knew better but did it anyways.
	His eyes came level with what could be described as “nipples.”  manly man-type nipples that had been ripped.  The skin was bloody, as well as kinda hairy but not really the creature’s own hair.  Bits and pieces of someone “else’s” hair plastered onto the body; held in place by blood.
	Forrest had seen many things in his time--this outranked them all.
	The “creature” stood six foot six inches.  He was at least 45-50 inches across at the shoulders and didn’t taper all that much down.  Long matted raven black hair mid-shoulder length.  Eyes like pools of heavy crude.  
	The creature suddenly made a sound, a noise like a yowl or something similar.  It was the same heard earlier.  Forrest was welded to the ground solid.
	Extremely muscular was this “creature”, but by its other features and such, Forrest determined that it was a person, a man.  A deranged psychopath, sure--but a man nonetheless.  
	The creature-man carried something in one hand at his side--a hunk of hair.  Forrest felt a little ill.  In the creature-man’s other hand was a head, minus a hunk of hair.
	“Sweet mother of Jesus!” Forrest breathed.
	It was an Indian!  An Itchee Indian.  
	Forrest bolted.

I wanna go home
	Quickly they hustled packing up the campsite and not leaving it so much as better than they had found it.  Fuck it.  All thought of continuing to dink via mind-tapping Jorja’s little group was put on a “back burner.”  they could easily be tended to later on.  It was time to boogie home.	
	Heading Midwest became a more solid thought etched in Forrest’s mind.  They were having the mysterious green tornadoes, too, but he hadn’t heard of any fucked up crazed Indians on a scalping spree.
	Breezy went first with Jorja in her church van following behind.  Forrest sat whereas he could see the van in the side mirror.  He wasn’t well and the “odor” of the Itchee Indian and the thrashed campsite seethed thru him, not too mention the “sight” of the site.
	They soon came to the ranger station & tower.
	The tower still stood.
	The tower still stood--but not the station.  It was like the campsite Forrest had found--thrashed.  Against better judgment he got out of the truck and investigated.  (he hoped that there was only ONE of those creatures.)
	Cole came along, too--and together they found in among the debris “body parts.”  Forrest picked up a blood smeared brass name tag:  A Bain.  He didn’t look any further and returned to the truck where he “ralphed” three times.
	Breezy didn’t ask.  Her brother crawled in and sat very still, a little pale.  Breezy sat still with mouth open, “Oh shit!” she muttered.  She refired the truck up and pulled away.
Back to Basex
	“You want it in the bottle or a mug?”
	The words were barely audible to him, his mind still frapped.
	A cold bottle of beer came before him.  His stomach was in knots and he very muchly wished had the ability to “transport” like they did in the sci-fi shows, he wanted to be very far away.
	He knew it would take time, much time, before the nightmare of the campsite and ranger station would settle down.  It would always be with him, always, but it would settle--eventually.
	Breezy’s “left behind kids” were fine.  Brother Cole’s were, too.
	“Do you want to call that Nancy?” 
	Forrest said nothing.  He did have some feelings for her, for Nancy, Becky, Wednesday, and the new girl he had briefly encountered--Julie.  He didn’t know.  He just didn’t know.  He stared at his beer bubbles and lost himself in deep-deep thought.

	How long he sat he didn’t know.  Didn’t care.  He had taken a long hot shower, then a cold one.  Breezy had come to help, and join in--but he wasn’t much in the mood.  She let him be.  She offered him a little fondling but he didn’t respond.  
	Breezy found him sitting on the back porch, clothed, staring out into the dark of the night only mildly illuminated by the moon.  He was deeply disturbed.  Only a part of which Breezy knew of, from her brother and from the thrashed ranger’s station.
	She didn’t know the circumstances and by the way Forrest was buggy about it--she was certain for sure that she didn’t want to know.  She sat beside him for awhile.  He remained quiet and still.  

	Breezy’s kids were not actually “alone” however, Skyler and Jake had been left with them.  Both boys had scoured the neighborhood using the stealth idiosyncrasies Forrest had taught them.  With Skyler’s Contraptions, they had done some expert spying.  The boys had stumbled upon something very intriguing.  Very.  Other than Kale drugging and banging his mother and sister, there were other interesting things going on…
	Breezy’s kids were okay but not 100% willing to cut Skyler and Jake any sexual fun--not without Breezy present.  So, pissed off a little, the bys struck off on their own.  Forrest & Co. had been gone a day and a night.  The boys needed something to do.
	In a way, it was supposed that Skyler had “narly senses” of his own.  It was just a supposition.  It wasn’t that he HAD Narly Senses, just a keen sense of awareness.  Same difference.
	The boys prowled about the neighborhood, lightly going back to those place Forrest had previously visited.  Then moving on to the town itself.  After a visit to the ice creamery and virtually drooling over the various young lasses within, the boys continued their trek, no particular direction, just “going with the flow.”
	The “flow” led them to a church.
	It was one of only a couple in the small desert town.  Skyler had noted a strange man who seemed to have an “attitude” make his way from a side parking lot--tucking what Skyler deemed to be a weapon into his waistband and concealing it.
	This was enough “curiosity” for him.
	Utilizing the Contraptions in sequence, the boys went extremely stealthfully into the church.

*

	By the time Skyler and Jake had gotten into the church, they were lost and had lost the “subject.”  they waited a few tedious moments for any “shots” but none came.  No one seemed to be about the church, it was empty, but a couple of cars were in the parking spaces in front of the church.
	It was a nice non-denom church, old style imported brick, HUGE trees surrounding it.  It was cool inside, carpeting of red colors, old pictures on the walls.  A nice churchy interior.
	Voices were heard.  In super stealth mode the boys tredged “unseen” down a narrow hallway that emptied to a wider hallway whereas it was seen there were the “offices” that supported the church.  Just askew from where the boys had come out was an open door.
	On a great brass plaque etched in dark lettering:  Rev. E Campbell.
	The voices within seemed to be of a man and a woman, er--a teenager.
	“Dad!” yammered the teenager, “I’m promising you, I’m going to get a job!”
	“I admire your drive, sweetheart, but your track record--”
	“Dad, that’s not fair!  Those things weren’t my fault!”
	“Right,” drawled the “dad” somewhat chortling, “getting fired from five jobs in two months has nothing to do with you!”
	The girl was about to protest, and did, when suddenly the man Skyler and Jake had seen earlier (with the gun) brushed passed into the room.  He withdrew the hidden weapon and aimed it straight to the reverend’s head.
	“You son-of-a-bitch!” bellowed the man.
	Mary seemed close to “pissing” her pants.  She was a pretty girl, TALL, long brown hair, brown eyes, sizable-pleasable breasts.  She had a shapely figure and was approximately seventeen or eighteen years young.
	The “reverend”, her father, stood behind a grand oak desk.  He was in a two piece suit, yellow dress shirt with red tie.  He appeared greatly alarmed.
	Skyler had his Contraptions and they were warm, but he felt that he could and might be able to intervene in the situation.  He just wondered if he should.
	“Now-now, now let’s calm down about this.” stammered the very nervous minister.
	“SHUT-UP!” screamed the man, “You ruined my life, you son-of-a-bitch!” the man was not only upset and angry, he was close to being emotional and crying.
	“I-I ruined your life?” inquired the Rev. Campbell.
	“That’s right!” replied the man still shouting and wavering his weapon at the reverend’s head.  “Y-you don’t fucking remember me, do you?  You bastard!”
	Rev. Campbell looked as though he was trying to recollect the man, but it was a no go.
	The man with the gun had a full head of coarse jet black hair, shaggy and in need of a trim.  He had a beard to match.  Small beady eyes, gaining a little weight and could stand some exercise.  He wore baggy jeans that needed a washing, a shirt that didn’t fit him, and he was just under six feet tall.
	“Ted!” bellowed the man, “Ted Langston.”
	Rev. Campbell rattled thru his memory bank rolodex…
	“You fucking bastard!” screamed the man not believing the reverend couldn’t remember him.  “You counseled me and my girlfriend.  We were going to get married.  YOU told us we should “separate” on a trial basis and some other bull-fucking-shit marlarky!”
	Rev. Campbell nodded.  ’Ah.’ he remembered.
	“She fucking left me!” screamed the man.
	Not good.  But she probably had a good reason.
	“You ruined my fucking life, you fucking pompous bastard!  And now I’m going to fucking ruin YOURS!”  
	Rev. Campbell knew the situation was WAY out of control.  The man was WAY beyond reasoning.  Mary was bawling and begging, pleading and carrying on so.
	She suddenly stopped when the man pointed the weapon at her.
	“Take of your clothes!” he seethed thru his teeth.
	Mary looked faint.  She wished she could have.  Her mouth fell upon.
	“No look here just a--”
	Mr. Langston returned the weapon to point at “the man who ruined his life.”
	“Take off your clothes,” the man said very sternly, “or I make you fatherless.”  his eyes didn’t leave the Reverend’s face.
	Mary, somehow, managed to get a grip of herself and slipped off her blue pullover shirt.  She kicked off her shoes and socks--held her breath, pursed her lips, then lowered her jeans.
	She stood in nice basic white panties and bra.
	“Naked, Goddamn it, NAKED!” the weapon’s barrel leveled to the Reverend’s head.  The neck muscles of Ted Langston tightened and he shuddered all over--mostly (and mainly) with pent up rage.
	Mary gulped, her father held firm.  
	Slowly, Mary undone her bra then lowered her panties.
	She stood and was indeed--naked.
	“Excellent!” the man sneered.
	“Now,” he continued, “git your naked fucking ass over here.”
	Mary seemed riveted to the floor, the man shoot her a hard look of “don’t you dare piss me off!”  Crying some and being typically upset over the horrible situation, Mary scooted over, nearly tripping over her clothes.  She came with hands before her.  Her father’s eyes were seen (at least by Skyler and Jake) checking his daughter.
	Desperately Skyler wanted to know if there was a sexual relationship between the two?  
	With Mary poised just inches from the gun wielding  psycho,
	“On yer knees!” snarled the man.
	Mary wavered a moment was close to just going over.  Somehow she managed to continue holding herself together and eased down to her knees.  The man rubbed himself, undone his brown baggy jeans and there he was--no underwear.  His cock was uncut, thick, hairy, and a measly six inches--barely.
	He stroked it harshly.  It hung way to one side and there only seemed to be ONE testicle--and it was kinda small.  He opened his stance as much as he could with his clothes at his ankles.
	“Suck me!” he said.
	“Oh GOD!” called out the Reverend.
	“OH!” was all Mary managed to say.
	“Suck it, or I shoot him!” and he seemed to mean it.  He cocked the weapon and aimed carefully--eyeing the man-of-the-cloth behind the desk.
	“Please,” begged Mary’s dad, “don-t-don’t do this.”
	“FUCK YOU!” shouted Ted.  “SUCK ME!” he said and waggled his prong before Mary’s quivering face.
	“It’s okay, Dad.” quivered the girl, she screwed up her face and addressed the cock before her.  She gripped it at the base, closed her eyes and went for it.

	Eric Campbell’s shoulders fell.  It was a sign of being kinda broken--seeing his teenage daughter “giving head.”  he shook his head and had tears in his eyes.
	Ted Langston, though, was elated.  In her mouth his prick exceeded its nominal length by nearly half an inch!  He worked himself back and forth, running his hand thru her head, “My soon-to-be used to do that!” he told them.  “She sucked me sooooo good!” Ted Langston seemed almost to tears, too.  He seemed almost ready to drop his gun hand, too.
	But he didn’t.
	Mary sucked, retched, and sucked some more.  She worked the man’s crank and devoured him.  She raked her teeth along his girthy shaft and was soon bringing the man to orgasm.
	The man splurted gibberish as he filled Mary’s mouth with his jiz.  He rocked and pumped and seemed ready to pass out.  He didn’t, though, but seemed like he would.’
	Rev. Campbell was furious, gritting his teeth and extremely pissed off.  He glared as hard as he could at the vile man, Ted Langston smiled and placed the barrel of his gun onto Mary’s head.
	“I aint done yet, Reverend.” then, “Not even!”
	 “Let her go, your gripe is with me!”
	The man shook his head, furled his lips, “Nothing doing, Rev.  Not gonna happen.” and he seemed quite adamant about it, too.  He raised the weapon again and leveled it the Reverend’s head.  A look of strong seriousness fell onto the man’s face.
	“Drop your pants!” the man said, and he shoved Mary-full-of-cum back behind the desk with her father.
	Mary spat out most of the vile man’s goo, then on her knees watched as her father nervously and angrily unfastened his light green slacks and “dropped” them.
	“Keep going.” the man said.
	“Now just a damn minute!” blurted Rev. Campbell.
	Ted Langston shook his head and leaned a little closer, he smiled sort of and cocked the weapon again.  “I don’t think I can miss…” his already narrowed beady eyes fiercely bored into the Reverend.  “Don’t fuck with me, Rev.  Just do!” he seethed.  His nostrils flared and the good Reverend knew the crazed man was serious.
	“Alright, sweetie,” almost chortled the gun wielding man, “do him.”
	Mary’s mouth dropped.  Her father’s mouth dropped even further.
	“Oh my God!” uttered Eric.  “You’re not serious!”
	“Damn serious, Rev.” defiantly spat Ted.  He looked to the girl on her knees, her father’s penis was partially erect, and partially hidden by Eric’s long yellow dress shirt.
	“Mary looked pleadingly to her father, Eric looked to “HIS” father.
	“Taint gonna do you know good, Rev.!” shouted Ted, then looking back to the girl, “Suck him or I blast him.”
	Mary’s neck muscles tightened, tears streamed down her face, her pretty face screwed up.  Tears, too, streamed down of her father’s face.  Those emotions were checked when Mary took her father’s beefsteak and began working it.
	Slowly and “expertly.”  Then, tugging the skin at the base, Mary leaned in, eyes closed, and engulfed her father’s cock.  Her lips went around the beefy head, her tongue diddling the piss slit then running about the super sensitive crown.
	“Oh, sweet Jesus!” cried out Eric.  His thoughts were his own but the two unseen spies assumed he was having an emotional roller coaster.  He was greatly torn between horror and “Oh YEAH!”
	Slowly he worked his organ into his daughter’s mouth.  His eyes were fixed strongly to the dark cherry wood paneling before him, his mind appeared blank but it was assumed “much” was going on.  He appeared to be in some sort of agony, too--again, fighting the emotion of enjoying getting a hummer from his teenage daughter and on a religious moral ground of not supposing to.
	Mary displayed no emotions whatsoever as she went down more and more on the lengthy shaft.  She cupped her father’s hairy nads and devoured him wholly.  Eric ran his hands thru his daughter’s hair and began flexing his ass, rocking into her mouth--pumping.
	Ted Langston watched in awesome glee.  His weapon he lowered to the desk, his other hand busied itself stroking himself.  He licked his lips and remained quiet.
	Rev. Eric Campbell suddenly looked down to his cocksucking daughter, the girl didn’t stop but increased sucking production.  “I-I’m going to cum!” he blurted.  It didn’t seem to phase Mary, she clung to his ball sac, clenched her fingers about his prick’s base and sucked all the harder.
	“No, Mary, I-I c-can’t!”
	“You CAN, motherfucker, and WILL!” bitched Ted re-leveling his weapon again and looking more serious than ever.
	And just like that, the Reverend Campbell was cumming.