August Moone Sagas
Book 5
Absolution
Chapter 4
By the Numbers

Unfuckingbelievable
	It was good to hear the town of Town getting back to normal, or what would apparently pass for normal.  There was still “stuff” going on, across the nation and yea the world.  Green tornadoes that laid down on the landscape and sucked everything(one) into its green void made the top news, though; the sexual depravity of the nation and yea the world took second.
	In the area of Town and the New Digs no green tornado sightings.  The tornadoes were in areas normal tornadoes did not usually spring up.  It had the nation on edge.  But, a semblance of “normalcy” was returning.
	It just took time.
	During which time doings outdoors was just the ticket.  Despite the earlier warnings and depravity there were peoples roaming the woods willy-nilly.  It gave Noah and Jason a time to be “snoopy” themselves and make observations, too.
	
                                                       *

	In the woods by a creek there were two tents.  Scattered about the tents were the various implants in which to suggest a family camping.  More than “camping” was in progress, however.  Two families were camping, a blended family.  
	All was not “bliss”, though.
	A tall man with dark frizzy hair with an air of professionalism about him glared at two young teen girls, "I asked you to watch your sister," said Robert, the new “daddy“ to the girls. 
	The girls, Marsha and Eve at thirteen and eleven respectively looked a little concerned, but not overly so.  Not until their new daddy whisked into the large dome tent the youngest sibling of the girls, Susan.  She was wrapped in a blanket and dripping wet.
	"She fell in the creek!” he said harshly. "She could have drowned!”
	The girls Marsha and Eve looked to one another and smirked, shrugged, “She’s always falling in something somewhere.” Marsha said somewhat scornfully.
	Robert saw the laugh, and the smirk. He came to Marsha quickly and in an instant slapped her.  Eve screamed, “Oh my God!”  she tried to barrel into him but was pushed harshly back, then whirled about and her long super fine golden hair pulled back until she was begging uncontrollably.
	Marsha tried her hand at stopping her new daddy but was slapped again and thrust to the makeshift bedding.  a glare from the new daddy told her to be still.
	“You three are going to have to learn some manners.” he said sternly.  The very dramatically wrenched Eve to a bent over position.  Marsha seeing what was about to happen tried to intervene.  She got her face slapped extremely hard and the sting put her on her butt.  She was stunned and held a hand to her face.
	“All three of you are going to get it.” he said matter-of-factly.
	Marsha reared her head back, she had NEVER been spanked, as much as she could remember back.  Or either one of her sisters.  She smarted off,  "It will be a cold day in hell--” Marsha got her face slapped so hard her teeth rattled.  She fell onto the piles of bedding in a heap.
	“You will not defy me, little bitch!” the new daddy roared.
	He then whirled on the startled shaking trembling wet youngest girl.
	Susan was nine, trim, slim, tender, young.  “You first.” he said.

	In the second tent right near by, the mother of the girls from the first tent lay in a precarious predicament.  A gag was in her mouth, her hands were handcuffed to a sturdy tent peg embedded into the ground thru the tent floor.  Her ankles, too, very secure.  Flanking her were three naked boys, the oldest fourteen, the youngest ten, the one in the middle twelve.
	The cries and “slaps” from the other tent told Carol that the new marriage wasn’t going very well--no, not at all.
	Barry and Christopher began undressing their new mother, mostly ripping the two layers of “shirts” she wore and then with Barry’s boy scout knife cut away the bra.  Both boys sported major wood and happily albeit greedily fondled the woman’s breasts.  Barry heard the slappings in the other tent, too; desperately he wanted to be in there but his dad told him his time would come--he was to do the new mother first.
	Barry was cool with that.  The new mother wasn’t.
	Carol thrashed about and couldn’t believe the horror she was in.  and it was to get worse--much worse.  Barry stroked himself, as did brothers Christopher and Mikey.  Closing her legs tight didn’t help, Barry smacked her thighs and Christopher held them open while brother Barry positioned himself between her legs and guided his stiffy into her. 
	 Carol wasn't sure how she should react.  She tried thrashing some more, it was insane--total insanity to have sex with Barry, he was her new son.  It was wrong, illegal.  It wasn’t incest, they weren’t biological connected, but still--he was fourteen!  

	Marsha and Eve lay on the sleeping bags crying as the new daddy slapped each of them to keep them in their place. “Get over here!” he bellowed to the youngest.
	The nine year old curly haired blonde approached, shaken to the core of her soul.  She had seen Robert slap her sisters, and the look in his eyes told her she was in for the same, maybe worse. Weren’t you told to stay close to camp and away from the creek?”
	“I forgot.” whimpered the soaked child.
	“You cant do anything to us, we'll tell mommy!” chirped Eve.
	Robert stared at the middle child, Eve. Somehow, he had known she would be the one to challenge him. "Go ahead!” he sneered, “She’s in the next tent, my boys are taking care of her.  She’s so hungry for dick you’re nothing to her now.”
	Eve stared at her new daddy, her breath had been taken out of her by his words.  Marsha came up with a pillow and slung it as hard as she might to the new horrible daddy.  Robert caught the pillow (which was no real threat) and “popped” it into Marsha’s face nearly breaking her nose.
	“Don’t fucking do that again!” he bellowed.  His harsh words were followed once more by a horrendous slap to the girl’s face.
	Even foolishly ploughed into the man.  Her long blond hair was once more grabbed and yanked.  She was flung to the floor and Marsha still reeling from the newest slap desperately charged her step-dad slinging her arms like a girl-fight.
	Marsha and Eve cringed on the piles of bedding, Susan stood toone side totally freaked out, peeing in her already creek-wet undies.  The trickle of urine shimmering down her legs.
	The two oldest girls clung to one another in dreadful fear.  Their fear increased ten-fold when their new daddy began undressing.
	Barry lay on top of Carol bathed in a sheen layer of hot sticky sex sweat.  Every so often he pumped a little more, he hadn‘t the strength to pull out.  His two brothers-in-waiting flanked their new mother’s shoulders, jerking their gherkins, grinning, and waiting patiently for their “turns.”
	He had fucked his new mother and fucked her well, she had cum.  She had thrashed and flopped about until finally humping back into her new son, clenching her legs at the pivotal unbelievable times of ecstasy.
	Greg finally eased off of his step-mother, his cock went nuts as it slipped out of the lovely cunt of the woman.  Briefly in his mind he thought of Marsha.  He couldn’t wait.  Christopher took his turn, he was skinnier than most boys his age, at despite being twelve his balls remained hairless.  He didn’t care.  He mounted the new mother and gleefully run the super sensitive head of his dick up and down her cunt.  Carol thrashed some more--this wasn’t happening--this simply fucking wasn’t happening!

	Robert knew what he had to do.  It was the only way any of his daughters would learn that he meant discipline when he threatened them.
	Marsha was in a power blue one piece short-tall outfit, revealing lots of thigh.  At thirteen her breasts were small, budding, and just handful.  This was okay with the new daddy.
	“Get over here!” he bellowed to the oldest girl.  The new daddy sat on a sturdy camp chair that was armless.  He had removed his shirt and shoes and had slipped off his pants, too.  Underneath, though, were swim trunks.
	“You’re going to get it for disobeying me," he said “Get yourself across my lap.”
	“No fucking way!” Marsha dramatically decreed.
	But quick as a wink she was grabbed and wrestled across Robert’s lap.  Eve looked as if she were about to make another foolish attempt at charging in but a glare from Robert kept her cringing where she lay.
	Marsha struggled and twisted until her ass was smacked with a hard-hard hand.  It was ten times (no, a 100 times) as worse as when he had smacked her face.  The smack both stung her tender ass as well as her mind.
	Another smack came resounding even moreso than the previous.  The short denim bottom portion of the short-tall was eased up.  Marsha held her breath, Eve and Susan stared in awe.  This was totally unbelievable.
	The outfit was pushed up to reveal all of Marsha’s ass.  Matching powder blue panties.  Bikini style.  Robert admired the firm ripened ass, smacked it, smacked it again, and gleamed as it jiggled, tightened, and let off some “heat” from the smackings.
	Marsha’s hands flailed behind her trying to protect her searing ass.  Robert easily overpowered her wriggling hands and held them firmly to the point of causing even more pain and anguish.  Another smacked landed on her ass and then…
	…then her powder blue panties were inched down.
	Jan lost her ability to breathe.
	Susan’s eyes bulged out and Marsha went ballistic.
	There was nothing she could do about it, though.  Her panties were worked down to her knees and the smacking to her ass continued, bare skin spanking.
	Through his pants Robert could feel the girl’s mound.  It intrigued him.  He smacked her ass again and again until his hand began to sting top much for even he to sustain.
	“You’re going to obey now, aren’t you, you little bitch!”
	“FUCK YOU!” Marsha screamed out in her tears and blubbers.
	“Wrong answer!” and her ass was once more smacked extremely hard until she was hysterical.  As was her sisters.  Both Eve and Susan made a maddening dash to help their distraught sister but were smacked in the face, punched in the stomach and sent reeling back to the bedding.
	Marsha was then roughly flung off of the man’s lap and to the bedding, her legs roughly held open in place.  Her new daddy worked down his trunks and his mammoth cock was there for them to see.
	“Oh my fucking God!” cried out Eve.
	“I’ll be dealing with you two bitches in a minute!” Robert said in warning.  Eve and Susan clung to one another, Eve soiling herself and whimpering.
 
	Chris grinded and grinded, grinning and listening to the “action” in the other tent.  He didn’t know WHO was getting their ass spanked, he imagined all of the girls and it helped him grind his cock between Carol’s tits all the more.
	Between Carol’s legs was the youngest cock of the boys, Mikey.  He pumped and briefly kissed Peter’s ass as he lay down.  Greg still lay off to one side massaging his aching cock.  He knew Carol was a slut, he knew his new sister Marsha was one, too.  Carol he had seen getting it on with a friend of the family.  That had been weeks before marrying Robert.  Then, just days after marrying Robert the boy had seen her screwing the best man at the wedding.  Barry had also seen her going down on a boy she was tutoring in the family car.  Carol was a junior high teacher…
	He had only seen Marsha having sex once, but from that he gleaned she was as slutty as her mother.  He desperately wanted to fuck her, her and Eve and Susan, too!  His dad assured him that they would have their way, it was just in the timing.
	There was the settling down in a new house to accommodate the larger family, adjusting and all.  The girls didn’t regard the boys as brothers, there were some infighting and all, typical stuff.  The boys were just bidding their time.
	Finally Chris began to cum, shooting his young spunk out onto Carol’s face.  Some of the spunk matter she licked up willingly.  The gag in her mouth had made the corners of her mouth bleed so the Barry removed it.  She was out of strength and had very nearly been able to wrench the iron train spike out of the ground her hands were bound to.
	Chris moved up as the flames of sexual bliss enticed him and he strove to achieve even more (bliss).  His cum squirted out coating Carol’s face until his dick was practically humping off in her mouth.  Barry smiled as he saw the woman engulf the boy’s cock and suck.

	Robert went fast and quick, in and out of Marsha at a furious pace.  She was NOT a virgin.  He could tell that from the onset and by his son Barry’s report of her “activities.”  She, too, was an avid masturbator, both she and sister Eve fingered themselves when they thought they were alone.
	Marsha cried and thrashed underneath him.  She beat his chest to no avail.  He longed to fuck a girl like Marsha, marrying Carol was a blessing in disguise!  He smiled and paid no attention to Marsha as she relentlessly berated him.
	As he began to cum he lay on top of the naked girl trying to kiss her.
	Marsha would have none of that, but Robert was persistent and finally had his tongue in her, his mouth tight about hers.  He continued pumping until his cock was well drained.
	“I'm in control now.” he said as he pushed up, “The sooner you fucking learn that the better.”
	Marsha had no more defiance, not at the moment.  Her new daddy pulled out of her, sat back and glided his cum squirter against her fresh fucked cunny.
	“Mom won't let you get away with this," Eve blubbered.
	“Oh yes she will, she’s a slut, and a bigger perv than me!”
	Eve gulped, what the fuck did THAT mean?
	And since Eve was spouting off, Robert turned his attention to her.  Eve kept her eyes mostly on his face, straying now and then to his leaking penis.  She had babysat boys before, little boys and wasn‘t a totally dunce, she knew what boys looked like.  She was mildly aware of what sex was all about, but not an expert like big sister Marsha.
	“Take off your clothes.” the new daddy told her.
	Eve nearly choked.  She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
	Robert grabbed up Marsha’s ankles and held them aloft and drew out his leather belt from his recently discarded pants.  The point was made, he would smack Marsha’s still searing/smoldering ass flesh with the leather belt unless Eve got out of clothes.
	Crying, Eve pulled off her blue top.  Gulping hard she lowered her beige walking shorts.  Basic white brief type panties with a simple bra.  At eleven she had a pretty good body going for her.  Trembling fingers unhitched the bra and then down came the soiled panties.
	The new daddy plucked up the urine soaked panties and sniffed them, examined them then wrapped them about his softened cock.  “Turn around.” he told her.
	Trembling, crying, and totally out of her mind Eve slowly obeyed.
	“Bend over.” Robert told her, “Hands and knees.”
	Eve complied.  The new daddy’s hands came to her ass, squeezing one cheek then the other, exploring her crack, the hole of her crack, and her barely furry sweet spot.
	Eve tensed up as her bud was touched.  The man leaned in and began licking her crack, tonguing her hole and getting deeply involved.  Susan standing right close was totally blitzed.
	Robert then positioned himself to her side and began applying his hand to her bare flesh.  Eve tightened up each time his iron hand collided with her skin.  She buried her face into the bedding and wept uncontrollably.

	A lot of noise was going on in the first tent, Barry desperately wanted to join in, but his dad had told him to do the new mother and wait for his call.  He couldn’t wait to get into Marsha, he wanted to spunk off in her pussy so bad--then there were her other holes, too!
	Mikey was done, he sat back annoying his little pud while Chris enjoyed himself still sitting on Carol’s face.  Greg’s cock was hard, rock hard.  He moved between the new momma’s legs again, Chris turned about and took the offering of the mommy’s legs Greg pushed up, Mikey helped.  Greg then began a steady bout of anal entry to Carol.
	Robert grasped Eve's hips then surprised the eleven year old by thrusting his manhood in her.
	 Eve screamed into the bedding, “Oh!  Noooo!  My God!  It’s too big!”
	Marsha drew herself up with arms about her legs locking them tight.  Jan clutched the messed up bedding as every inch of fatherhood entered her virginal asshole.
	Susan stood by urinating again.
	Robert worked himself into the tight rim slowly, gliding himself all the way in until fully seated, straightening out the girl’s rectum tract as he did so.  The pace began to pick up speed thereafter.  His hands roamed the girl’s hips, her thighs and ass and then reaching around the girl to finger her poon as well as run up and down her soft supple torso.
	The pain was tremendous, her screams useless as she felt her stepfather continue to thrust in and out. Marsha heard the screams but was basically oblivious, locked in her own mind of torment.
	His seed finally shot deep into Eve's ass.  Her legs were splayed wider apart during the finale.  He pulled out and cum drenched her lily white ass.  He sat back watching as the girl’s rim slowly snapped shut, oozing cum out of it as it did so.
	“The boys are going to be doing you, ever day, two or three times a day, in whatever HOLE they desire whenever they desire it!”  he let that sink in, the girls imaging the boys each fucking them in one ‘hole’ or the other.
	“Oh my God!” breathed Eve.  Marsha (and Susan) were quiet.
	Robert moved towards Susan, Eve collapsed back to the bedding.

	In a sort of odd ritualistic manner, all three boys masturbated over their new mother.  All three were capable of orgasm, cumming.  They had, though, already successfully creamed IN the woman, her pussy, mouth, or asshole.  And it was so noted, by Barry the oldest, and the unseen observers in the woods with hi-tech binoculars, that Carol was not too overly opposed.  She was into outlandish sex and some depravity, just not to the extreme of torture.  She was not into having her girls sexual mistreated at all, and wrestled with herself dealing with it.
	The boys flogged themselves, striving to cum one more time, to spill their loads onto the new mother’s breasts.  The boys grinned and jerked and eagerly anticipated doing likewise with their new sisters.
	Susan shrieked as she was yanked up by her golden hair.  It was styled shorter than her older siblings, but just as soft and golden.
	“Your turn!” decreed the new daddy.
	Little Susan leaned back to fight against being pulled to Robert.  He gave her a stern look, then shot the stirring Marsha and Eve a bad look, too.  The two re-clung to one another, gulping and watching in horror what was next to transpire.
	Susan wore a simple red top with red knit kinda tight shorts.  Her new daddy nodded to her, “Get ‘em off.” he said calmly.
	The breath was sucked out of the girls, all three.
	Susan, though, despite her age and fear of what was happening, took it better than her sibs.  She pursed her lips, squeezed her eyes tight shut and then pulled off her top.
	The sight of her flat chest nearly set him off.  His cock though aching began to surge.  The wet soiled panties of Eve’s he once more wrapped about his cock and wiped it clean(er).  Susan continued with slightly shaking hands.
	Her red knit shorts slid nicely down her nine year old legs.  She stood and Robert gleamed.  The girls had been in the new house just a few months and only a few times had he seen them in their undies, just barely briefly anything less.  He was in “training” Carol, he knew she was a slut, cock hungry and desperate for anything to get her off.  She strove to cum just as much as any cock.
	Robert nodded again to the little girl.  He licked his lips and began stroking his penis, Marsha and Eve cuddled together, they couldn’t believe what was happening.
	Susan lowered her yellow panties.  Robert steadied her and removed them from her ankles, then wiped her hairless poon, drying her where she had recently peed.  He then scooted to her closer, waggling his manhood, hand behind her head, pushing her “down.”
	She opened her mouth to scream, but there was no sound as Robert thrust his manhood in her mouth. 
	Trying to gasp, trying to gag, trying to scream little Susan flung her head to and fro crying “No!  No!  No!” to no avail.  Her sweet little mouth was full of her new daddy’s cockmeat.  Almost brutally he thrusted himself into her, filling her mouth fully.
	Robert couldn't believe how tight such a mouth could be!  He went faster and faster until he became to cum; the hot sticky goo sickening the horrified child.
	Robert held her head until he had finished.  He squirted all he could squirt, then pulled out of the girl’s mouth and humped her sweet innocent face, poking her flaring nostrils.  Almost out of energy he sat back and clicked his fingers, “Get your asses up, lick her face clean!”
	Marsha and Eve shot looks to one another, mouths agape.
	The belt suddenly snapped in the air and the girls quickly hustled to their extremely frightened if not confused little sister.  They lapped up the cock juice and cried.
	Robert stroked his softening organ then had the girls three get on their hands and knees, asses to him.  Each girl feared another outrageous spanking was due.  The new daddy caressed their asses, parting the cheeks and examining closely with probing fingers and flicking tongue.
	When he got to Susan lastly his prick was stiff again, he stepped up to her and brushed her hole with it.  Marsha looked over her sister Eve’s shoulder, “Please, she begged!” 
	Robert looked to her.  He angled his dong between Susan’s legs, Susan had her face in the bedding and bawled.  
	“We’ll be good!” piped in Eve.
	“Yeah, we’ll do anything!”
	“Careful, now--” warned Robert.
	Marsha sat up, “Honest, we’ll do anything, just don’t do her!”
	Robert sat back, hand still on Susan’s ass.  He turned his body just so, waggled his dick and Marsha went down on him, willingly (well, sorta).  She sucked for several minutes and then Eve took a turn.
	While they sucked, Robert finger fucked Susan’s asshole.

                                                         **

	It was quite an event.  Quite.  It wasn’t quite over, either.  There was a tad bit more.  After the new daddy had had his fill with his new daughters and he rested a moment or two, he exited the tent, stretched and fondled his balls, stoked the fire, looked around, then entered the other tent.
	The boys of the “other tent” exited and entered the first.
	Round Two.  Carol was totally gone, totally.  Her new hubby mounted her and slowly made love to her.  The boys took turns with the girls.  That was a given.  Robert admired the “pool” of sperm on Carol’s chest.  He took a finger o the spilled spunk of his boys and doled it to Carol’s mouth.
	Barry very muchly enjoyed eyeing his new sisters.  He crawled onto Marsha and sunk his cock into her quickly.  The girls had been warned harshly to behave and mind and do what the boys wanted.  The snapping of the belt and the glare of his face told the girls he was serious.  Damn serious.
	Chris had Eve turn onto her hands and knees, he admired her ass--as he had since first meeting her.  He rubbed on it, licked it, parted the cheeks and examined her more closely.  He then cinched up and applied his rock hard hardness, gliding firstly into her poop chute and then settling into her snatch for a nice fine fuck.
	Mikey got on Susan.  Both were already previously sorta-kinda naughty to begin with--a little show-n-tell.  Nothing serious.  Susan didn’t cry, flail or even thrash about.  She was still somewhat stunned at what had previously transpired.  
	In the other tent Carol was thrashing, in a maddening struggle to realize the ultimate in her desires.  There seemed to be no worries whatsoever for concern about her girls.  That would come later.
	Barry drove deep and hard into Marsha.  She was nice, he liked her, but she was a bit of a snob and a scooch bit of being a bitch.  He boned her good and set her pussy on fire inasmuch as his dad had set her ass(flesh) on fire.  (and it still seared, too!)
	When he had done his deed and pulled out, Marsha slapped him.  Barry grinned at her and let it go.  She was going to have more reasons to get pissed off.  Christopher banged hard into Eve, Barry peeked to see that the boy was fucking in the girl’s poon.  He smacked Eve’s ass and rubbed her, fondled his aching cum dripping cock and slowly got re-hardened.
	He wanted in that ass.
	He didn’t know it had a designation, but he indicated to his brother to lay down, keeping his prick in Eve’s cunt and to continue fucking.  Barry then lay down and after a couple of three attempts managed to get his cock into the girl’s twat and the boys double-teamed her into oblivion.
	Marsha once more curled up into a sitting position bawling.  Mikey was too young to cum, but not for the lack of trying.  He grinded and grinded on Cindy until he wore out.  He stood and Barry directed him to go stand before Marsha.
	“Suck him!” Barry demanded.
	Marsha felt ill, flush.  This was totally fucking unbelievable!  She closed her eyes, shuttered and wept a moment, then clutched at her youngest brother’s balls, tugged on his penis and went down on him.
	A strong scent of something really-really foul wafted in the air and alerted Noah to other issues.  Slowly he and Jason backtracked back to the New Digs.  A security check was called for, heads were counted within, a fresh drink, a brief rest, and they were outside traipsing again within hours.

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	The thing about “observations” is that you learn a lot more about people than you ever thought you’d know.  Society:  the are billions upon billions of peoples living on the earth--simply known as a common folk of Homo sapiens--members of a single biological species.  And with that great a number of peoples it can be well imagined to multitudes of social, economical, political, and essentially moral shave taken “hits” and been downgraded from their humble beginnings.
	What may pass for “okay” for some may not for others--it goes without saying.  Think of the Beginning; small close knit group of peoples struggling to survive on the Plains, the Savannas, the Steppes, the Deserts, low lands and high lands.  After a time other groups join to form some semblance of a “community.”  the community is loose in the Beginning; the men hunt, the women do everything else.
	Then, the community begins to grow.
	And grow.  And grow.
	Connections are made to other neighboring communities.  Soon something of trade routes, commerce, and more and more exploration.  This entails the need for protection from those communities who wish to have what another has.  So a “fort” is needed, to keep and maintain said “fort” the strongest of the community take post.  Some one charge, someone in command, someone who will take responsibility comes to be.
	There is the need for medical and education.  Members of the community lend a hand to aid their own, passing down from generation from generation, word of mouth, observations, and so on to perpetuate their race and community.
	As you can see, a police and fire community comes to be as necessary, too.  More and more to defend the community becomes precedent, more exploration, encountering “other” cultures, communities, and so on.
	And so on.
	Culture Shock can be encountered, can find to be bizarre as it so differs from the Explorers.  In that the Explorers often try to convince the new encounters the Explorer’s way of life.  Some regard this as blasphemy and the Explorer/Missionary often become “dinner” guests.
	As communities grew from infancy to whole societies the moral thing became an issue.  World wide.  There was usually the standard norm of acceptable behavior in regards to public decency, but in many cultures, other societies this was not so.
	And as populated societies grew tenfold and beyond the moral code took a drastic beating.  Human beings all over the world within the same communities have very different ideas and views about what is correct, the norm, pleasant and unpleasant, rude and polite, true and false and right and wrong.
	All these difference, created by one biological species, are expressions of human culture.  But still…

	Where the hell Seth was he had no idea.  It was a warm day, three days since leaving the New Digs and Grandpa Noah.  He enjoyed the Snooping/Observation bit, that was most enjoyable.  But finding Seth was still on his priority list.  (It was sinking low but still on the top five.)
	The next observation for Forrest was a quaint powder blue two-story home, white picket fence, with garage.  A nice moderate home that looked all kinds of Americana.  All kinds.
	With his Extra Senses kicking Forrest decided to take a peek.  Why not!?

                                                         *

	A taxi pulled up to the American house letting out a long haired teenage boy.  He was actually pretty decent looking, just needed a serious haircut.  An open reddish shirt, bell bottoms, some jewelry about his neck and a whimsical air about him intrigued Forrest.  More was to come, much more.
	From out of the backseat came a guitar case, a duffle bag, and a portable amplifier.  Street Musician?  The boy paid his fare and scurried into the house.
	He was quickly stopped by a nosey neighbor--everyone has one, and the boy obliged the pudgy woman with conversation.  “Keith” had been gone “awhile” and the woman was glad to see him back.  
	Forrest’s Narly Senses were driving him crazy, something “narly” was going on INSIDE the house that demanded his immediate attention.  So, using super stealth mode he managed himself into the quaint Americana home and poked around unseen and unheard.
	In the kitchen a nice looking woman was in the midst of making a lunch. In the backyard playing in a kiddie pool were two young kids with flaming red hair butt bare assed naked.  They were between six and eight, butt naked.
	A radio was playing a station of oldies rock & roll classics, the woman sang along and actually had a good voice, she wasn’t red headed, though.
	The Narly Senses took Forrest up the stairs to the second floor and to a bedroom door that was ajar.  On a full size bed were two peoples.  One had flaming red hair, the other dark brown like the teenage boy from the taxi.  They, too, were butt bare assed naked.
	The one with the flaming hair was 12-ish and on top of the dark brown haired teen.  The girl with the brown hair had her hands on the flaming red haired boy’s ass as they were in the midst of some serious fucking.
	The girl (with the brown hair) was approx. sixteen-ish.
	The bed was positioned up against the far wall looking over the backyard.  Forrest could just see the pre-teen’s cock jamming neatly into the girl’s poon.  He didn’t know for certain for sure if they were related or what, he figured he would find out soon enough.
	Suddenly there were hurried footsteps up the stairs.  Forrest made a hasty exit to a hall closet.  Peeking out he saw the woman from the kitchen.  She came to the bedroom he had just been too and opened the door without knocking.
	“Hey!” she said all enthusiastically, “Guess who’s finally made it home!”
	“Keith!” cried out the teen girl.  No mentioning from the mother about the blatant nudity or the flat out fucking.  Downstairs some shouts were heard as the two naked ones from the backyard met the traveling teen boy, Keith.

	Carefully and very cautiously Forrest crept from the closet to the end of the hall to the stairs.  Shouts of joy and other emotions filled the air as everyone greeted Keith.  From pictures on the wall, family portraits, and etc., Forrest determined Keith was a brother.  No shit.  In the bedroom Forrest had spied into, the girl with the brown hair was Laura.  The boy who had been sinking his flaming red bone into her was Danny.  The two in the backyard were Chris and Tracy.
	Daringly Forrest peeked and saw an incredible sight.
	The traveling guitarist teen home from a tour with a band was hugging his mother--his hands delving inside her light beige slacks, tugging them down with his hands inside her panties!
	Ass flesh was exposed.
	Twelve year old Danny was beaming a wide-wide grin standing close by.  The two little kids were also grinning, hardly able to stand still in the delight of their big brother finally home after a tour and chaos and all.  Sixteen year old Laura stood anxiously but patiently beside the mother and son reuniting; Keith’s mouth fully encompassing his mother’s mouth and they were in a deep smooch.
	Danny tugged his mother’s slacks down.  His cock was raging hard, dripping some cum.  Laura placed a hand on her mother and caressed her backside, inching up her basic white blouse and unhooking the bra.
	Chris and Tracy giggled and jostled one another.
	Danny continued fondling his mother’s ass.
	The mother, Shirley, had a hand of her own that was busy, unleashing her first born son’s cock!  Her hand snaked into her son’s dark jeans and withdrew his monstrous schlong.  She stroked it and stuffed her hand back inside to squeeze his balls.  They continued kissing and kissing until finally breaking for breath.
	 Keith’s hands had a tenacious grip on his mother’s fleshy bum.  He grinded himself against her, saying nothing but fully adoring his mother inasmuch as she fully admired her son.
	Statements were made about the tour, Keith made mention he DID open for NXS and two other major Continental touring groups.  He cut a “single” and pulled out of his shirt a check.  His mother took the check and looked at it with eyes wide and mouth wider.  Keith fondled his exposed schlong, his sister Laura eyed it, grinned, and blushed.  She held her hands before her dark brown entrance, head bowed.  She leaned into to her mother and peeked at the check amount.
	“Holy shit!” she blurted.
	Shirley showed the other kids the check net amount, Danny immediately went into a spiel about what to do with it.  “It’s going in the bank!” stated the mother.  Keith nodded.  
	Shirley pulled up her clothes and said, “You made it home just in time for lunch!” and happily strolled off to the kitchen.
	Keith and Laura embraced and kissed--but not as enduring as the mother-son smooch.  Keith fondled his sister’s ass, squeezing the cheeks and grinding his hardness against her.  There then was no holding back, Keith walked his naked sibling to a sofa that’s back was open to the entry area.  Her legs went out, ass right on the edge of the sofa back, and Keith’s brotherly dong entered her.
	Laura nearly climaxed straightaway.
	They fucked slow, they fucked quick.  Keith paused a moment or two along the way to oggle his sister’s bouncing breasts.  She had a nice set of 22Bs.  Standing beside them Danny flogged his log and watched in all curiosity, grinning and jerking.  Tracey and Chris continued to jostle one another until Danny chortled, “I taught them how to do “doggie-style”!” he said boastfully.  And on cue Tracey “assumed the position” and slightly older brother Chris mounted her from behind.
	“We watched the Rearson’s dogs across the street do it.” Tracey explained.  Chris slid his eight year old schlong into Tracy’s six year old cunt, he poked a couple of times the girl’s tight poop chute, but ultimate entered the correct hole and fucked.
	Keith only slowed down a bit to watch his siblings fuck, he continued with the humping his Laura until he got his well deserved nut.  He rocked into his sister, his sweating body clenching tight as he jerked the finale to his orgasm.  On the floor Tracy grinned a huge beaming grin as behind her her brother doinked happily away.  Danny came around stroking his organ and stuffing it into Tracy’s mouth.  Tracy gripped her brother’s bone, stroked it and tugged it tight.  Keith watched them a moment then pulled out of Laura, hugged her and briefly smooched her.
	Off came his clothes and nakedly he briskly waltzed into the kitchen.
	Forrest had to stay where he was lest he be visibly seen.
	Danny pulled out of Tracy’s mouth and humped her face before scampering to the double swinging door and peeking into the kitchen.  He fondled his cock and balls as he watched.  Laura frigged her cunny, admired her little brother Chris who continued happily fuck Tracy from behind.
	Danny waved to Laura to get her attention, and did.  She slipped off of the sofa back edge and nakedly went to her naked brother’s side.  She peeked into the kitchen as well.  Forrest was ticked that he couldn’t see, he could imagine, but wanted to see the details.
	Finally, Chris got his fill of pumping Tracy and they both scrambled to be with their older sibs.  Forrest still had to bide his time and exit the house and slip around the corners.  Stepping into the dog shit told him the presence of a dog was at hand.
	There was no dog, though, and he continued on his merry way (peeking into the family kitchen.)
	As figured, eldest son Keith was putting it to his mother.  The mother was finally butt bare assed naked and sprawled on a kitchen table, her legs wrapped about her son’s waist.  The boy pumped into the woman with much vigor and vim.  Much.
	Forrest licked his lips and desperately wanted to join in.  the mother first, of course.  Then Laura.  Tracy?  Nah, maybe a hump on her slit or in her mouth.  
	He closed his eyes and found himself hammering his exposed organ.  He needed relief big time.  Danny and/or Chris would be good in a pinch, too.  He wasn’t interested in Keith, too old.
	If any of them should traipse outside…

                                                          **

	None of them did, though.  Keith plowed into his mother for several long enduring minutes until finally unleashing a massive wad of pent up touring cum.  His mother had apparently been holding back, too.
	Forrest didn’t any easy way to “join in”.  he mulled over his options, then heard the dog.
	Like dealing with a snake--sometimes best to stay still--sometimes not--depends on the snake.  The shadow of the animal could be seen, it produced a rather LARGE shadow.  This was not good.  
	The growl of the animal was low.  Definitely not good.
	Tilting his head just so Forrest saw it was a large brown dog, a mastiff, a French Mastiff.  Extremely not good.  It was bad, very bad.  Of all the types of doggies in the world, he did NOT wish to fuck with a Mastiff.
	However, there were some options.  Providing that the dog wasn’t immune or not too pissed off at the trespassing Forrest, Forrest could make good his escape without hopefully losing too many limbs…
	In a side pocket was a small aerosol can.  Any sudden movement set the dog to more and more growling.  The dog only paused a moment when there were voices from within the house making noise to distract.  
	Forrest figured the reasoning for the dog for the reasoning of the family’s naughty habits:  to keep people from doing what he was doing.  The need to pee and fart crept up on him.  He waited.  And waited.  The sun was hot, a bee was buzzing, any minute the kids of the house COULD come out and really make things interesting.  
	He figured he probably could talk his way out of it--all the while the family dog gnawed on one of his limbs.  
	Slowly--slowly he withdrew the canister of mace, a post person’s best friend.  Just then he farted.  It was loud.  It was quick.  It was deadly.  It was better than mace.
	The sliding patio door was heard opening, Forrest squeezed out another raunchy then barreled over the short fence to the neighboring yard and dug himself into the bushes.  The family dog went yelping into the street…

	The afternoon wore on.  And on.  He needed a beer.  And something stronger to wash it down.  And he still needed to fuck Keith’s mother!  (followed by the rest of her children--maybe even including Keith!)
	At length his “narly senses” kicked in (again.)  he debated with himself whether or not to pay attention, take a piss in the geraniums, wipe his ass and go the fuck home or what.
	When Parents Are Away…
	The likelihood that something narly will happen when the ‘folks take off for a few hours is a given.  ‘specially when those left behind are teenagers.  There’s the smoking of dad’s ciggys or cigars, getting into dad’s hooch, getting into dad’s stash of gash…
	For Parker and Steve, they were doing it all.
	And like their neighbors, the Paridges, nudity reigned supreme.
	Both boys were approx. 15, rugged lads, lean, and not bad looking for their age (for Forrest to be curious about them.)  Parker had a long jaw with even longer dirty blond hair, thick lips, glassy eyes, and a long dong.  He smoked on a doobie and sat back listening to some radical crap music while his friend beat off to a video on the living room television.  The video was a porno and the boys were highly interested.
	And despite the fact that the porno was a typical porno of girls/women getting fucked in every hole possible, drinking cum and pee, being spanked, double teamed and triple teamed--the boys watching it were extra overly horny.  They fondled one another.  
	Of course, it could be that they had no girls to be nasty with so they were nasty with one another.  Both were very rugged fellows, Steve had an average boner while Parker had one with a little more umph to it.  His friend hammered the lengthy prong, watched the porno, beat his own meat then went down on Parker.
	Parker ran his hands thru Steve’s thick coarse black hair and humped himself into his friend’s mouth.  “Oh suck me, bitch!” he mouthed.  He killed a shot of his dad’s whiskey, toked and pumped repeatedly into his best friend until creaming.
	The boys killed some shots of hard liquor, shared a joint, then spent some quality time watching some bitches on the tube getting peed on, spanked, and fucked into oblivion.  Steve was extremely hard and wrenched his friend Parker into sodomy position.  Parker’s ass on the edge of the sofa cushion, legs up Steve’s chiseled bare chest.  Steve’s average bone eased into Parker’s pooper and a butt fucking there was.

                                                           ***

Surprise!
	How much longer he was going to be able to hold off before exploding he didn’t know.  He was going to have to “stuff” something soon.  Time was getting on, he was getting stretched more and more and was cause for great concern within him.
	Noah, too, was concerned about the overdue Forrest.  But there were many things at the New Digs to take his mind off his worries and concerns.  And when he grew tired of that, there was the great outdoors.
	The “great outdoors” offered many opportunities (for spying-observing on the sly).  It was a “pastime” well warranted and received--if not enjoyed.  Jason was only too happy to accompany Grandpa Noah on the small outdoors jaunts.  Noah still beheld a slight concern about safety and security in regards to Jason.  Despite the boy’s naughty doings with the Captives of the New Digs, his apparently very willingness to participate and thusly perpetuate the Captives’ captivity--Noah held back a small percentage of “full trustworthiness.”
	Being in the so-so deep woods meant to traveling a “fur piece” to see something narly.  It wasn’t that Noah wasn’t up to it, it was the “distance” thing, being too far away from the Captives (and his grandkids) cause for some concern.  The Captives of the New Digs were separated from the “regulars” and posed no real serious threat.  
	They both had ample supply of food and some entertainment and bathroom facilities.  But still…

A Man’s Best Friend--is his dog; a Girl’s Best Friend is her horse!
	What is it with girls and their horses!?  Obvious reasons--the jarring jars their pussy and gives them a nice gentle well rewarding orgasm.  And then there’s the cock.  The length of a horse’s schlong can be as much as 18 to 25 inches!  Imagine! 
	Other than Jason being a “willing” soul for debauchery, Lonnie and Brock, too, were somewhat more “willing” to participate and perpetuate the sordid situation they were in.  For that matter, so were Chet and Rick.  Hank, Brock’s little bro, was still a little apprehensive, but like Chet and Rick he was willing to go along with the sexual depravity against others for the sake of sex--it felt good!  
	None of the above mentioned cared for the out and out beatings, beltings, and assorted other disciplinarian actions taken against them.  That was a bit much.
	None of the girls, though, were too into the ordeal.  Jane and Molene the exception.  Jane was Chet’s “bitch” and Molene was Rick’s.  the other girls were up for grabs with Brock sort of kind of favoring the newest member Brittany while Brock enjoyed Janna more than the others.
	Mandy remained most of the time to herself.  The DreamMare she had experienced still dwelled within and she very seldom slept because of it, she had no desire to go thru it again.
	The mother of the New Digs, Kim-36, was still livid every day, every hour.  She was pegged by every swinging dick in the New Digs, from the youngest cock (eight year old Joey) to the oldest, 65 year old Grandpa Noah.  She was fucked at least once a day by the Cocks, if not she at least slurped on schlong OR took it up the ass.
	She watched in horror up close and too personal her own children being raped and sodomized and forced into horrendous depravity.  And there was not thing one she could do about it.
	Anyways…
	Noah and Jason having the need for “air” once more explored the outer areas of the New Digs, scouting around both for security reasons, any signs of Forrest, and any signs of something “interesting” to spy on.
	They were mildly delighted to find a pair of teenage girls to satisfy them on the latter.  
	Both girls were in their mid teens, one a blond the other brunette.  One tall, the other an inch shorter.  One a tomboy one not-so-much.  One really smart, the other struggling to maintain just a “C” average.  One popular in school with girls as well as boys, the other not-so-much.  
	Despite their differences, the girls were friends.  One was older, the other a year younger.  One rode a brown horse 14 hands to the withers, the other horsey 16 hands mostly black with white splotches and despite being taller and heavier was more nimble.
	Both girls had daypacks and had brought their mounts to a halt after a rigorous climb up to the high country via a dry but rocky gully/wash.  Both horses were male, both spread their legs a bit after the stop and their riders dismounted and proceeded to have themselves a nice long healthy pee.
	The girls didn’t look but grinned and looked away.
	“Sounds like a good idea.” stated the older girl.
	The younger one grinned and stepped away to the pushes.  With the hi-tech binoculars Noah had he could see well enough the cause for a great erection; the blond haired girl undone her rustic jeans and lowered them with her yellow-daisy panties.  The binoculars were so good he could see the printed word “angel” on the front panel of the undies, as well as fine tuning the hi-tech eye piece he could virtually count the fine blond hairs on the girl’s pussy as she squatted to pee.
	The other girl stood a moment behind some bushes, basic cowboy jeans and panties just down enough to expose her ass.  She rubbed the bare flesh, it was near lily white.  She squeezed the flesh, pulled the cheeks open and looked around.  What was she looking for?  Someone to jump her bones?
	She eventually squatted and urinated.
	The blond came out from her bush, she had pulled up her clothes but not fastened the jeans.  A light breeze came out of the west and rifled thru the tall pines sending the branches swaying and the heavy scent of “forest” permeating.  All was gentle and serene.
	Then one of the horses farted.
	The blond girl, Holly, grinned big and giggled.  The brunette coming out of the bushes giggled and shook her head.  She had fastened her jeans (but not zipped them up.)  To her horse (the one that farted and destroyed the congenial ambience of the scenery) she went and pulled out a large handkerchief, then wet it down with some water from her canteen.
	Holly yawned and cast her eyes about some more, lips pursed, searching for any possible sight of danger.  Whether she wanted some or not was not clear.  Noah and Jason remained relatively unseen.  Both had major boners going and anticipated something narly was about to happen.
	After washing her face and cooling her neck, Megan began undoing her shirt buttons.  A long sleeved western style shirt she wore, her long arms were somewhat tanned by the sun, her shoulders and backside and all of her torso suggested the sixteen year old was something of a sun worshipper.
	Her fifteen year old friend, Holly, was likewise.
	Both girls removed their tops and bras.
	Holly and Megan stepped close to one another, admiring one another’s bare breasts.  Megan was first, caressing Holly’s breasts, squeezing the nipples while Holly let her unhitched jeans drop.  Holly then re-undone Meg’s jeans and tugged them down.  The two teens came “closer” together, nuzzling, their breasts pressing together until the passion heated and they brought their mouths together.
	They had Noah and Jason’s full attention.

	Kissing.  Deep passionate kissing; hands roaming all over with most of the concentration on fondling/caressing one another’s bare ass.  This went on (groping) for several minutes.  Then, with the passion heating up it was Holly sliding down Megan’s body, kissing her between her breasts, then each nipple of the breasts, then down further to kiss Meg’s belly button.  Her hands clung to Meg’s ass, squeezing the cheeks while Meg ran her hands thru the blond girl’s sunny golden hair.
	Megan finally went down herself, laying down on the thick layer of forest needles, legs open, inviting her cunt munching friend.  
	The cunt munching friend went eagerly and expertly.  Neither girl heard the mighty moans of ecstasy from the in-hiding Noah and Jason.
	Megan bucked her hips into Holly’s cunt pleasing face.  She thrashed about and was driven to the brink of orgasmic bliss.  Holly continued her munching until Megan shuddered, her ass clenching tight and her body as a whole riveting in the enjoyment that was orgasm.
	Holly then crawled up to lay on her friend, their pants and panties, and boots still on.  Once more they locked lips and began kissing, sucking face.  They did this for an enduring five or six minutes, maybe seven.  Holly then sat back and worked off her clothes, and boots; then pulled off Megan’s clothes (and boots).  She grinned to her older friend and crawled back onto her, sliding all the way up until sitting perched on the older girl’s face.
	Megan happily began driving her tongue into Holly’s cunt, her hands clamped tenaciously onto the teen’s ass.  It was quite an event.  With the hi-tech binoculars Grandpa Noah could see Megan’s tongue flicking into the pouting lips of the younger girl.  Even the sweat and cum juice clinging to the fine minute hairs of Holly’s cunt could be seen.
	This went on for some time--five minutes at least!
	Holly finally doused Megan’s face with a sheen layer of cunt juice.
	Holly, though, wasn’t thru.  Nor was Megan.
	Holly turned about, nestled onto Meg’s face and went down on her (again) entering into a lovely ten minute 69er.
	Megan (on bottom) smacked Holly’s ass, smacked it hard, squeezing the cheeks and then prying the moon halves apart.  She flicked her tongue not only into the girl’s delicious teenage twat but into the tight looking dirt chute, too.
	Holly reared her head up, clamping her legs about Meg’s face, driving her pussy into her face.  Repeatedly.  It was intense and doubly so to watch!  Holly’s fleshy but also firm(ly) butt tensed up as she pressed down onto Meg’s face.  Meg’s tongue drove deeply into her friend’s cunt, Holly wriggled and clenched like she was on fire.
	And she was.
	Another gusher load of girl cum coated Megan’s face.  Holly mouthed off some words that were unintelligible but the gist was “FUCK ME!” she needed dick.  Bad.
	But there was no dick around to be had.
	Or was there?