August Moone Sagas
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 12
Behavioral Modification

Full House
	There were images, still, that could not be fathomed.  Places mostly, strange places that had both no familiarity but then again, did.  There, too, was a person who seemed all to familiar, but then again didn’t.  August (the Second) found that usually after a rigorous fuck fest with young’uns he could rest and get into that realm of confusion that confused him, if not confounded.
	Even so, it made little sense but as the more he studied and concentrated, he got the feeling that the places seen in his mind were places he could actually go to for at one point he saw a road.  
	Canyons.  Rustic hills.  Formidable plateaus.  A river so green it needed a new name.  as the panorama filled his mind he saw cliffs, and there were HOLES in those cliffs.  The more he concentrated the more he saw that the holes had ladders carved out of the side of the cliff.  For a while he couldn’t understand that—why would ANYONE want to live on the side of a cliff!  And to top it off it seemed to be really far away from anything, civilization included.
	“Something the matter?”
	It was Ken, coming into the kitchen for a midnight snack.  Wearing his royal blue two piece pajamas the man didn’t look as pudgy as he had in the beginning.  The clock on the microwave read out the time:  2:10AM.  August’s mind rolled back, staring down to his plate of a half eaten bologna sandwich he recalled that he seen the clock read out the time of 11:45PM.  
	He had been brooding for over 2 hrs.
	Caught a little off guard he said, “I was just thinking of some cliffs I’ve seen--”
	“Yeah,” Ken said as he helped himself to the left over pot roast, “what kind of cliffs?”
	“Oh, just some old rustic cliffs, above a river,” pausing to recapture those cliffs he added, “with holes in them, like someone had lived there or something.  Ladders out of--”
	“Oh, you mean the Cliff Dwellers, the Anasazi.”

	“I don’t think I’ve heard of them.”
	Ken smacked his lips about some pork and muffled, “They were the ancestors of modern Pueblo Indians; there’s about twenty or so separate tribes in the southwest states, mostly New Mexico and Arizona.”
	“So what’s with the cliff dwelling stuff?”
	“Well,” Ken continued in between mouthfuls of roast, “there never was really an “Anasazi” tribe, there weren’t really any group of Indians who called themselves by that name.  (munch-munch, gobble-gobble, BURRRRP!) It’s more of a descriptive term, Navajo term if I remember right.  And I think those archaeologists type people gave them that term.”
	“Why?”
	“Not sure, it was something to do with those who lived and farmed in the Four Corners area--”
	“Four Corners?”
	“Yeah, the only part of the country where all four states, Utah, Arizona, New Mexico, Colorado meet.”
	“Ah.” August realized how piss poor in US geography he was.  Well, he knew what the capitol of the state he was in was, it started with a W.
	“So what happened to them?  Are they still there or something?”
	“No, they disappeared.”
	“Disappeared?”
	“Yeah, many years ago, not sure exactly when, but they did.”
	August licked his lips and thought thoughtfully.
	Ken went on, adding, “Some say that they migrated to other cultures.”
	“And what do OTHERS, say?” sensing that there was indeed, OTHERS.
	“Well,” Ken paused in between mouthfuls, he looked directly to August while speaking, “there’s some that say they went away.”
	August raised an eyebrow in curiosity, “Oh, you mean,” what the hell DID he mean?
	“They escaped their enemies and harsh times.”
	August blinked his eyes, “Huh?”
	“Well, there’s a lot of conflicting stuff about them; they were peaceful people but some regarded them as “enemies”, which was what the term “Anasazi” was supposed to relate to.”
	“So what’s the escape about?  How?  Where to?”
	“They had these houses, er, pardon, (BURRRRRP!) cliff homes that were kinda big, some of them.  They used rocks, heated rocks in the center in a pit to keep warm.  In some of these homes, or caves if you will, the pits weren’t used for rock warmth.”

	“What were they used for?”
	“Escape.”
	“Come again?”
	“They were called “kivas”, some were designated solely as “homes” themselves while others were descriptive to mean the pit.”
	“What about the pit, I thought it was for those rocks to keep the place warm?”
	“Yeah, but there were those kivas, too, that had other purposes.”
	“The escape, thing?”
	“Right, some say the Cliff Dwellers like some other Indians of ancient lore that “mysteriously” disappeared for some reason or other did so to escape oppression, fed up with their way of life, or the climate was changing, environmental changes of this and that or something like.
	“So they escaped.”
	“Where?”
	“Probably to something like what’s been said here, a parallel universe of some type or kind.”
	August sighed.  Ken farted.

	The Four Corners area was a long ways away from the state Auggie was in, the one that starts with a “W”; no, not that one—the other one.  But it was worth consideration; the images in his mind had to be quelled someway—either by a frontal lobotomy or visiting the Four Corners!
	In the meantime…
	The images Krista Coyma had in her mind turned August on.  A lot.  She was very-very naughty with her brothers and in turn, she was going to be so for August and his brood.  The other girl “acquired” at the same time with Krista was not very naughty, she was kinda-sorta naïve about most things concerning her body and specifically her poon.  She didn’t finger it but did wash it.  She farted but didn’t pay attention to it.  She was “aware” mildly of what boys looked like naked and had even seen some boys peeing at her school and in the woods while camping with her family.
	After his chat with Ken, August scooted down the hall to where Krista and Brianna were.  They were naked on a bed, Krista awoke as naked August moved onto the bed.  His cock was raging hard and slowly he began caressing the girl’s ass.  Brianna never stirred.
	Krista was not tied up in the normal fashion, just her mind.  When thoughts of “escape” entered her mind, they were quickly dispersed.  She was rendered in such a fashion that being disruptive in any manner was nipped, too.  

	She moved listlessly at first, but then pooched her butt up and August delved his fingers into her crack.  His cock pounded and he saw the images of the girl laying out in her backyard; laying nude on one brother, another reaming her asshole/pussy, another in her mouth!  (and it wasn’t so long ago, either!)  
	August slowly moved position himself, guiding his monster dick into the girl’s backdoor.  He was aware of Ken standing behind him at the door.
	“You can join us.” August said.
	Ken slowly moved his bulk into the semi darkened room, a cool breeze came thru the open double hung window (there were safety/security bars on the outside).  His attention was to Brianna.  
	Krista griped the bedding, groaned and grunted, and was filled annally by a massive fuck pole.  Like a slithering snake her hole devoured his cock; she couldn’t help but clench and tightened up as she was invaded, but the deed was done the pumping soon began.
	On the other side of the bed Ken stood stroking himself staring down to the nude body of the young Brianna.  He had been in her mouth in recent days, she had sat on his lap and took his cock to her young hairless poon, but only the head of his dick went into her there.  
	As August pumped himself into Krista he leaned over to caress Brianna’s ass, pulling a cheek open and diddling her hole.  She slept on.  Ken stroked more.  August slowly rolled the naked wonder over, a jut of cum spewed from Ken’s cock splattering onto the child’s nude chest.  She was a lovely wonder—all naked and all.
	Ken moaned.
	He loved girls “of age”, girls in their teens and such.  But then again, there was something to be said for girls like Brianna.  They were smooth, hairless, some were even virginal.  Ken licked his lips as he would to something good to eat, still pulling his bone.  August slowed his pace in Krista and re-positioned the deeply sleeping Brianna; she was laid out width wise across the bed, her head under Krista’s body.  Then, Krista and August held the child’s legs back.
	Ken stared at the girl’s poon, it had been fucked—by Logan and August; Ken had only sorta-kinda fucked it but longed to really sink his dick into her and fuck well.
	But he didn’t want to hurt her.  She needed broken in.
	Ken satisfied himself with just the laying of his cock against the girl’s cunt and humping until he shot a massive built up wad; the spunk splashed up onto the girl’s chest with the rest pooling directly onto her cunny.

	August humped hard Krista’s asshole, directing her to twist about to lap up the cum spillage, as well as suck clean Ken’s cock.  Krista complied but had her ass spanked just the same.  Brianna never once batted an eye.  After Ken had gotten off he went to take a shower.
	August finished up in Krista’s asshole and sat back flogging his dog; his goo oozed back out as her rim slowly closed.  Brianna stretched in her sleep and was none the wiser of having been molested so.  She did need breaking in, August himself hadn’t gotten fully into the young girl’s snatch like he wanted to.  And he DID want to—sooooo….

What’s a little sex between friends?
	When your bored in a small town, parents on your nerves, perverts everywhere, rules everywhere, got no money, what’s a fella to do?  Hang out down by the river jerking your gherkin that’s what.
	Butt bare assed naked was one boy, Tyler Tayler.  His clothes lay beside as he lay ‘neath a great oak tree by the small river, Lame.  He lay on a grassy bank furiously pounding his small ten year old schlong while beside him partially nude Eric Tilton did likewise, but not so furiously.
	Eric’s clothes were at his ankles, his stripped gray and red shirt pulled up his chest.  He concentrated on working his cock into a furor, but mostly squeezed his hairless nuggets while stroking himself.
	On his own, Tyler rolled over onto his clothes and began humping them all the while squeezing his ass, spanking it and seriously grinding his cock against his clothing.  
	Eric sat up, still squeezing his own bone watching his friend fuck the ground.
	‘Would you like it better to put your dick into a girl?’
	A moment of pause, a “huh?” “what”  “huh” and after a brief thought bringing up four very pretty girls to mind, Tyler nodded not only Yeah but “HELL YEAH!”
	He had no sister, but had a girl cousin who came over to the house quite often.	She was fourteen and damned cute; she was also a cheerleader and wore very short skirts.  Desperately the boy wanted to fuck.
	Eric had a sister, and their relationship was “okay.”  For a time they had even shared a bedroom—this allowed lots of viewing of one another in the buff and other stages of dress.  But when the sister matured into pre-teen, she got her own room.  She left him, though, a pair of her panties.  

 	Eric and his sister never went “all the way” but they did mutual masturbation to one another; she never sucked him but she let him rub his bone against her ass and let him see her peeing in the toilet.  Like his buddy, he wanted to fuck, desperately!

*

	Krista lay with her legs open, she had been reading a book, wiling away the hours.  Beside young naked Brianna hummed a little ditty while playing with some ribbon; she was making a tiara.  In walked August escorting two young boys.  They were clothed (but not for long.)  Their eyes bulged almost out of their sockets as they saw the girls.  Young Tyler could scarcely breath, Eric’s jaw dropped to the ground.  The boys blinked their eyes and took quick glances to one another.
	‘Take off your clothes.’ The Voice said to them.
	‘Come here.’ The Voice said to Krista and to Brianna.  The girls complied and came to stand before the undressing boys.  Then, 
	‘On your knees.’
	Krista knew what was up.
	The boys hadn’t a clue.
	Brianna stroked the pud of Eric, fondling his balls and rubbing her hand to his ass.  Eric lost his ability to breath and think.  Beside him his best pal stared wide eyed as the teenage girl with titties stroked him.
	The stroking soon turned to “sucking.”
	Tyler liked—a lot.
	Only a bit of sucking,
	‘On the bed.’ The Voice said.
	Krista moved to the bed, Brianna followed.
	The boys followed (willingly) with Tyler getting up between Krista’s legs and Eric between Brianna.  At the door, a partially clothed Ken stood, twisting his mouth in wonderment and awe.  His cock poked out the terrycloth bathrobe wrap he had about his waist.
	Tyler was instructed on “cunnilingus.”  He firstly took in the teen girl’s cunt, drinking it into his young impressionable mind before “going down.”  Krista’s snatch had been trimmed of pubes, so it was nice and clean and smooth.  Tyler knew no different nor cared.  He lapped the smooth skin, following the instruction from the Voice.

	Although Ken professed not to be interested in “boys” per se, he did like a nice ass, belonging to a boy or girl didn’t matter.  As you Eric laid himself between Brianna, his puddling buried into her quim, Ken came over to caress the boy’s ass.
	Eric wasn’t too keen on that but let it be just the same, he was having sex!
	Tyler was mindless, sinking his puddling into a girl was way better than he could imagine—and he could care less that his vulnerable ass was being caressed.  
	Both boys managed to cum.  Eric was first.  His little ass tightened up and he had virtually no control of himself as well as no idea what was happening.  Ken, all the while, maintained a steady caressing of the boy’s bare ass, stroking himself with the other hand.
	Tyler came with dramatic thrusts into Krista’s cunt.  He pulled out and shot the remainder onto her poon; he stared at is cum shooter as it shot wad after wad, gob after gob.
	‘Scoot up her body, sit on her chest.’ The Voice told him.
	Tyler looked around and saw August, he beheld a curious look about his young face, nodded, and then complied.  Once up to Krista’s teen tits she folded her breast over his young pud and began sucking his cummy cock.
	Tyler liked—a lot!

	Tonguing poon pie was one thing, schlepping tongue to a pooter hole was something else.  But the instruction was strong and neither boy had a choice in the matter—Tyler applied his tongue to Krista’s corn chute and Eric did likewise to Brianna.  Both girls had pulled their legs back angling their poop chutes up a bit more.  The angle of the dangle did entice the boys but the command to “lick the hole” was a downer.
	Luckily neither girl had had anything come down the “chute” in awhile so their funk hole 	was not so funky.  It was just the fact that it WAS a funk hole.  
	Only a few licks and laps before the boys were prompted to “stick ‘em” in ‘em.  Tyler was first with Eric apprehensive about actually putting his dick into an asshole--it was gross!
	Both boys, though, performed admirably with young Eric shooting a load firstly.  Tyler felt his schlong shooting spunk and after the first initial blast pulled out to watch the rest of his squirter spew spunk all over Krista’s rim and taint.
	Thereafter, the boys were escorted into the bathroom where they showered together—and entered into another realm of depravity…

*

“Brotherly Love”
	Warm sunshine (what else would it be?) filtered through the thick heavy tree tops; the day was bliss, kinda boring, but bliss just the same.  ‘neath the trees basking in the sunshine (that was warm) was Mason and brother Ben (Gallowy).  Both were nude.  Both were heavily involved at pleasing themselves.
	This soon turned to pleasing one another…
	Both lay on their backs, cocks rock hard, their bodies tight, sinewy, and very tan.  Mason gripped his younger brother’s cock squeezing it tightly while Ben had a more loving caress to his grip.  Both lay close together, thoughts to their own.  Soon, though, passion interrupted their otherwise tranquil being and brother Ben rolled onto brother Mason, after turning about first so as he could gobble his brother’s rock hard bone.
	Mason fully engulfed brother Ben, hands clamped tightly to the boy’s tender smooth ass, prying the cheeks open to diddle and probe the not so virgin asshole.  Ben danced his mouth about Mason dong, sucking on the shaft and the hairy testicles; he worked the cock until it was squirting.  Not a drop, though, was spilled but fully taken in (into Ben’s gullet!)
	Mason humped into his brother’s face, ‘suck me, bitch!’ he thought loudly.  Ben himself pumped into Mason’s face, Mason mostly devouring Ben’s balls, putting hickies on the boy’s cheeks, and diddling his dirt chute.
	Ben, though, wasn’t cumming.  He was close but not close enough to “get off.”  So Mason raised his legs, pulling them back.  Ben switched positions and “mounted” his older sibling, pressing into HIS dirt chute his cock.  Mason’s dong softened and emptied the rest of his love juices, pooling onto a nice mess on his sixteen year old stomach.
	Ben made slow but not so gentle anal entry into his bro.  It wasn’t his first time.  Just how long he and Mason had been butt brothers wasn’t clear, but suffice it to say that they had been dogging one another for years.
	Mason pulled his legs back further to where his knees were touching his shoulders.  Ben began to plow into his brother with reverence.  Sweat poured, balls slapped, cum squirted.  Mason’s cock got relivened and Ben helped it out by stroking it while he sodomized his big brother.
	“Oh, shit-fucking sweet Jesus!” Ben cried out as finally his cock reached the plateau of extreme joy.
	“Better not let Momma catch you saying stuff like that!” chortled Mason.  Ben smiled and fucked his brother all the harder.

	Neither Momma Gallowy or Daddy Gallowy had red hair.  Nor did their parents.  But Mason, Ben, sibling sisters Erin, and Elizabeth had flaming red hair, in both places.  The only “red” heads in the family on either side was on Momma Gallowy’s side from her great-grandmother, who did hail from Scotland.  
	Mason was a tall youth, for sixteen he was taller than first born Jonathan.  He fit the backcountry appearance, usually was more comfortable in overalls (and nothing else) and had a liking to music more than hard labor.  Brother Ben was the shortest of the Gallowy children, save for the youngest, Elizabeth.  With Elizabeth, Ben was the same size at just a few hairs under five foot.
	Ben had a more rounder face, and a serious one, too.  He was destined to be a builder, construction engineer, architect, or something concerning all three.  Mason had a long narrow face, was more lighthearted, liked old style music and had self taught himself to play several musical instruments.
	After Ben had filled Mason’s shitter with his gooey love, the boys rested and then slipped back into the pond they were at to “rinse” off their illicit love.  After wards they sun dried themselves on a large flat faced angled boulder before walking thru the woods on their way to complete their Daddy’s errand.
	Although Mason was old enough to drive, and did so on occasion—he lacked two things; a driver’s license and a vehicle.  The lack of a proper driver’s license was no biggie—it was well known that many young teen folk of the back country operated many vehicles without the proper authorization to do so.  So long as they didn’t maim anyone, cause destruction, or haul bootleg whiskey, it was tolerated more than most.
	The lack of a vehicle was the biggie, though; the Gallowy family had only one vehicle, an old pickup and it was in use near constantly by either Daddy Gallowy or oldest sib, Jonathan.  (rank has privileges).  So the younger sibs who were on errands for themselves or others did so by foot, by bike, or horsey.  The only horsey, though, was Mary Ellen’s “Magic” and both of those were missing and likely gone for the day.  The bikes the Gallowy children had were beat up old things that put it that “by foot” was preferable than biking.
	So, thru the woods the boys walked nakedly, continuing to dry off.  They enjoyed waltzing naked when they could get away with it; and they never knew when an opportunity to be naughty would strike them!
	After a bit of a walk they two stopped.  Young Ben masturbated while peeing, Mason caressed his ass while looking about the woods.  After peeing, Ben reached into his pants’ pocket to retrieve a breath mint tin.

	But breath mints were not contained therein.
	Instead, there were two sizable joints.
	“You dog!” quipped his brother.  “You been holding out on me!?”
	Ben shrugged sheepishly, “Naw, I-I was just waiting for the right time.”
	Although both boys were close AND engaged in sexual perversion with one another there were just some subjects that were still regarded as taboo.  Imagine that!  Ben handed his bro one of the marijuana sticks then fished out a lighter.
	Sitting comfortably under a great chestnut tree, the boys got mildly high.  One joint a piece wasn’t going to do it, but it was a good start.  They smoked their joints and Mason wondered allowed,
	“Hey, I wonder if Darwin still has his still?”
	Ben smiled, “Let’s go find out.”

	Darwin’s still was a moonshine still operated by a family friend, Darwin.  Darwin wasn’t quite right in the head, a two-by-four upside the head took care of that—a sawmill accident.  But he did make a fine batch of ‘shine and folks all around the backcountry and the town associated with it did well to have a gallon or two in their pantry.
	The Law, however, frowned on Darwin’s doings and shut him down, confiscated his illicit liquor, and destroyed his still.  Darwin usually paid a small fine and/or spent a few nights in the county jail.  But being brain damaged he was usually treated differently and not held for too long.
	And in no time at all he was back at his favorite love, Charlene.
	Oh…uhm, Charlene was Darwin’s favorite pig.  ‘nuff said.
	His second love came along directly thereafter, the still.
	Mason and Ben helped Darwin out a time or two, they were friends and the Gallowy family knew him well.  He was weird but helped the family out financially with no questions asked.  He helped out on hunts, too—bringing in good wild boar, deer, and bear meat to share.  He was a good friend although Olivia Gallowy frowned on his illegal doings.  Shaun Gallowy didn’t like taking money/hand-outs but did swallow his pride on occasion when it was necessary.  In turn, the Gallowy family pitched in to help re-build Darwin’s home when it burnt to the ground.
	It was along then thereabouts that Mason and Ben discovered Darwin’s still.  They helped tote some of the backcountry delight to various customers as the boys were well schooled in the backcountry trails and didn’t need to use the roads—of which the local law enforcers were waiting.

	By a little time after noon the boys had come up to the last remaining still of Darwin Pepper.  It was in use, a fire was still going on under the main boiler but the absence of several “jugs” told the boys that a batch had just been made and had been toted off.
	Mason checked the boiler and then opened the tap.
	Smiling he said, “there’s still some left.”
	The boys helped themselves and spent the afternoon high and drunk.

	Shortly before evening fall the boys staggered to the home of another family friend, Ernie Goodsun.  Ernie was tall, exceedingly tall; thin and wiry, incredible blond curly blond hair and had an enormous cock!  The seventeen year old was in charge of the household, which meant the house and two young siblings—one a boy and one a girl.  They were twelve and eight respectively.  Ernie was in charge of his siblings and household as young Mr. Wyly Goodsun at a mere eleven years young had blown away his abusive father, Bob Goodsun.
	Bob Goodsun was a son-of-a-bitch and everyone knew it.  He hated everybody and that included members of his own family; it was claimed that his wife, Bonnie, had run off with a deputy sheriff from another county, but it could never be proven.  (some backwoods country folk believed whole heartedly that ole Bob caught the wife (and deputy) in bed and he killed them both outright.  Where their bodies were buried, or dropped, or mangled, was never known.
	Anyways, Ernie stood nakedly at the side of the old barn that had seen way better years.  He worked in the nearby town as a mechanic and did side jobs, over charging but eventually making things work for the customer (for a price).  Running amok equally naked were siblings Wyly and Carrie.  The scars on young Wyly’s backside had all but cleared and hardly showed any signs of the strap marks done unto him by his father.
	Everyone in the backcountry knew the abuse Mr. Goodsun had done unto his children, including the townsfolk and local sheriff.  So when after a severe beating by Bob Goodsun to his young son and the young man had had enough, and picked up the shotgun and blasted the abusive bastard to Kingdom Come, the sheriff declared it a Necessary Retribution and that was that.
	(Mr. Goodsun had caught young Wyly with his dick in Carrie’s ass and well…nutted up on the boy)
	Ernie acknowledged the Gallowy boys, who brought an “offering”.
	While the three older youths sat on the porch watching the antics of the young ones, they drank the hooch from Darwin’s still.

	As evening came it came to be with the Gallowy boys having a “cock” fight with Ernie Goodsun.  Ernie Goodsun had an enormous cock, eight inches!  Mason’s dong wasn’t so bad, it was a nominal seven inches in comparison.  Ben Gallowy had a normal average schlong of a mere six inches.  All three lads stood gawking, giggling, and smacking one another’s dick about, stroking themselves and the others.  
	Soon it was Ben slurping on Mason’s bone, swallowing the whole thang; grinning Ernie called his own brother over, the boy leaped over and stood beaming, glowing.  He was a little brain damaged, partly due to an early birth and partly due to abuse.  He didn’t talk.  Not a word and no one could remember if he ever had or…
	His own pud was something for a twelve year old to have, it wasn’t an eight incher like Ernie’s, but at twelve he shouldn’t have six inches of dick!  (it was kinda “thick”, too.)
	Ernie pulled tight his prick, waggled it before his grinning brother who had splotchy hair from a self trimmed haircut, a long narrow face, almost hollow eyes, and a weird to odd look etched haphazardly on his face.
	The boy wrapped his lips about the “offering” and went down on it.
	All of it.  
	It was amazing to watch as inch by inch the eight inch cock slithered into the young boy’s mouth.  Ernie reared back his head as amazingly every bit of his wanker had disappeared into his young bro’s mouth.  The boy who had taken the amazing 8-incher never even choked or gagged.  He sucked.  Clutching his brother’s hairy balls he worked his mouth, tongue, and amazing cocksucking talents and quickly brought his “guardian” to orgasm.
	Inasmuch as Ernie had an amazing lengthy dong, he had an amazing quantity of cum, too.  An ungodly amount of fresh hot spunk matter exploded into Wyly’s mouth.  A great deal of the spunk spewed down the boy’s throat with the remainder swishing about the inside of the mouth before being forced out along the invading shaft.
	Ernie stumbled back some, his cock flopping out of his mute brother’s mouth.  The grinning sibling smacked his lips, wiped them and then stood up stroking his own pud.  Ernie leaned against a porch post squeezing his balls.
	“Hey,” he said to Wyly, “show ‘em what you do—with the bed post.”
	Mason and Ben looked to one another, ‘huh?’ then they watched as the mute boy fetched out of one of the dilapidated outbuildings a small wooden spindle similar to what would be found on a bed post.  It was some twelve inches long with a blunt end at one end and a series of “knobs” up along the shaft.

	The boy all grinning turned about to show Mason and Ben his “trick”.
	“Watch this!” grinned the naked masturbating Ernie.
	And before Mason and Ben’s eyes young Wyly began INSERTING the wooden spindle into his asshole!  Ben leaned up close watching minutely as the first three knobs made entry.  Wyly never groaned or showed discomfort; cum dripped from his non-average sized schlong as his hairless testicle sack swayed to and fro.

	The first three knob rounds were up Wyly’s ass(hole.)  Turning the spindle he began making more insertion; spreading his stance wider he self guided the wooden phallic deeper into his hole.  Ben got even closer seemingly to admire the odd self induced sodomification.
	There were some three inches of space separating the round knobs; Wyly continued making anal insertion, smiling wickedly all the while.  Ben stroked himself, licked his lips and never mind the naked Carrie who had come up to her big brother…
	Mason had noticed.  The two siblings embraced with Ernie squatting down, squeezing the naked Carrie, caressing her naked butt and then checking her bare butt out!  But it was two-fold, like Wyly, Carrie wasn’t quite right in the head, the reason wasn’t clear but she was “off.”  She spoke, but not often.  She had very pretty blue eyes and a dazzling little smile.  For eight she was very cute, flat chested, and her quim revealed optimum signs of intercourse.
	Mason had always admired her and secretly wanted to boff her.
	The little girl put her hand on her brother’s big dick, she had small fingers and they barely touched as they came about the stiff schlong.  Mason lost interest in Wyly’s sodomizing himself watched as the young Carrie began kissing the head of her brother’s big dick.
	Ben began steadily and methodically stroking himself, eyes focused solely on Wyly inserting the stick.  The second set of knobs had begun entering his hole, it was amazing to watch if not wonder in utter amazement as to “WHERE” the hell that stick was going!
	As much as Ben was close up and personal with Wyly, Mason was up close and personal with Ernie and Carrie.  There was a conveyed message from Ernie, “Come on up” and Mason accepted.  Ben had his face right up to Wyly’s dirt encrusted ass.  Mason stood with a raging boner right up close to the cocksucking Carrie—as she sucked her brother she reached out a hand and began working Mason’s cock, too.

	With nine inches of round bed post spindle up Wyly’s ass, Ben was in total disbelief.  The young boy began turning/twisting the unusual object in his hole, pulling it out some and then sliding it back in.  He continued to grin happily with making only the slightest face as the last few inches entered him.
	“Hey, Mace, check that out!” Ben said astonishingly.  But he was astonished even more as he finally dislodged his attention to his brother—and was amazed to see that his brother was getting his own knob polished, but the likes of young Carrie.
	And behind her, brother Ernie was doing to her what Wyly was doing to him(self)!  Inch by inch Ernie put himself into the happy eight year old, the girl never grunted, moaned, groaned, or showed any signs of distress.  All of Mason adequate cock filled her mouth, he could feel the head of his dick in her throat—it was awesome!
	Ben stroked himself all the harder, returned his attention to Wyly and watched as the last inch of wood disappeared into his hole.  The boy squeezed tightly his trap door, bits of poo and liquefied poo was squeezed out but the entire twelve inches of wooden bedpost spindle was up his ass.
	Mason began to shoot into Carrie’s mouth, down her throat.  One jolt followed quickly by another and another, Mason wanted to pull out and shoot onto the girl’s face, but there was no time, he just came and came and came.
	Ernie was cumming, too, hands gripping tightly to his sister’s young ass as he filled it to capacity.  Wyly put his hands to the ground, ass up, legs apart wide and began “pooping” out the wooden spindle.  It came out as slowly as it had gone in.  But unlike before, though, Wyly made sounds—grunting sounds as if he were taking a big powerful shit.
	Gravity and asshole muscle power finally pushed the stick out and it plopped to the ground.  Wyly smacked his ass, keeping his cheeks spread.  Ben was totally blown away as he stared at the boy’s rectum—it was the size of a half dollar, he could literally SEE down into the boy’s poop chute!
	Ben shot a whimsical look up to his brother, Mason smiled to him and conveyed back “Go ahead.”
	Ben grinned and stepped up to the willing boy introducing his cock to the wide open gaping hole.  As he went in Wyly’s hole began to close.  Ben grinned, gripped flesh, and began making slowly steady pumps.  Wyly kept his stance; Ernie pulled out of his sister’s asshole, cum squirting all over.  Quickly he stepped to Wyly, the preteen raised his head just enough to get at Ernie’s cock and suck on the head, sucking out the remaining cum.

*

	“We are in a shit load of trouble.”
	Mason had to agree.  “But it was worth it.” In the so-so moonlight brother Ben could see his brother grinning.  They strolled along in the nude making for home.  It was two hours after sunset, only a couple of the few errands had they gotten done that day, the rest they could “say” they did and hurry the next to actually get them done.
	Gnats and mosquitoes played havoc on the nude boys, and sharp pebbles along the trail, too.  Their high and drunkenness had waned but they still were wobbly.  A good night’s sleep, a bath, and they would be fine.
	“I gotta take a piss.” announced Ben.  He stopped and faced a bush, although he could have simply whizzed away as he walked, it was a habit thing.  Mason stood toying with his cock, his mind smiled as he fondly recalled how just not an hour ago he had been in the young poon of Carrie Goodsun.  Sitting on the porch with legs over the edge, splinters in his ass, young Carrie plopped herself down onto his staff.  Ernie was all the way up Ben’s ass while Ben sucked on Wyly’s cock—while Wyly sitting perched on Ben’s face laid down the short statured youth sucking on HIS cock!
	The thoughts of the Goodsun siblings put Mason into extreme hard mode (again.)  As Ben finished his piss, Mason stepped up and began rubbing his prick against the boy’s ass; then he began to pee on it.
	Ben giggled, farted, and spread his cheeks.  
	Mason urinated all over his brother’s ass, anointing his hole and dangling ball sac.  Ben turned about and let his brother’s piss stream shower his manhood.  As Mason finished up, Ben dropped to his knees and took his brother’s dong.

	At the Gallowy home all was dark, save for the porch light.  The hour was late, Ben was still a little woozy from the day’s events, Mason just wanted to lie down and sleep for the rest of the week.
	“Daddy’s truck’s not here.”
	Mason noted that what his brother stated was true.
	“I wonder why?”
	Slowly the boys made their way to their secret manner of sneaking into their room without being noticed.  (it wasn’t their first time of being out past their curfew.)
	“You think he might be out looking for us?”
	Mason didn’t think so, when one of the Gallowy children were “late” coming home their Daddy took up a seat either on the porch or just inside the house.  (with belt in hand…)
	Ben went up the old oak tree first, taking his time and listening every so often.  The tree limb destined for reached right out to the ledge that ran along the outside of the second floor of the Gallowy home and made it very easy for Ben and Mason to come and go as they pleased.
	“See anything?” Mason whispered up.
	“Shhhhhh!” bitched back Ben.  It would not be unusual for their Daddy to be waiting for them sitting inside their room.  Ben had to wait for his eyes to adjust.  The night air was cool, the hour was very late…
	Ben didn’t see anything and slowly slithering like a snake he moved into his room, nearly toppling and upsetting the nightstand lamp.  He recovered and lay on his back clutching the lamp.  Brother Mason came quickly behind, grinned and made his way in.
	“Whew,” he said, “so far so good.”
	Extreme caution the boys used as they peeled out of their grimy clothes.  Both wanted to take a bath, badly, they stunk and needed the refreshing water; Ben flopped onto his bed naked and was fast asleep in no time.  Mason stood at the door to their room, listening intently.
	He heard nothing.
	With more extreme caution he opened the door and peered out.
	There was the common light on in the hallway.  No Daddy with a belt was in wait.  Ben farted.  Mason rubbed himself and naked stepped out into the hallway.  Painstaking steps he used in creeping up to his sisters’ bedroom.  He knew the door squeaked a little, but it the hour was late and the girls should be sound-sound to sleep.
	Just as he began turning the knob the door opened!

*

	Both were startled, Mason more than Mary Ellen.  Mason thought for sure their Daddy was there, belt in hand.  Mason was sixteen and considered himself far too old to be spanked, or anything else.  
	Neither said anything, for a moment, Mason thought he heard giggling going on in the girls’ room.  
	“Is Momma and Daddy home yet?” Mary Ellen asked.
	Mason was caught off guard, “Uh, no, I don’t think so.”
	“You smell like hooch.” busted.
	“You smell like horse!” double busted!

	Although the risk was high, Mason and Mary Ellen showered—together.  Neither spoke of their daily exploits, but they grinned about them just the same.  A good soaping and rinsing and another soaping was just the thing, that was followed up by Mary Ellen toying with her brother’s dong, fondling his balls and languishing in her day’s events.
	Mason caressed his sister’s ass, breasts, and fingered her oh so fuckable cunt.  They two embraced and soon Mary Ellen was guiding her brother’s cock into her cunny.  This soon led to Mary Ellen turning about bracing her body against the wall of the bathroom—they were in an old style porcelain tub with a wrap around curtain for showering.  Mason made easy anal entry into his sister’s backdoor, but he had had a day of backdoor banditry and pulled out after only a few hardy pumps.
	Mary Ellen herself angled her body more and self guided her brother’s dork into her cunny.  Mason made full vaginal entry there and pumped heartily for several minutes.
	After the risky shower episode, the two quickly dried off—opening the bathroom door, turning off the light and listening.
	“What’s with Momma and Daddy?” Mason finally asked.
	“Daddy went into town on some errands and met up with Yancy--”
	She didn’t need to explain further, Mason knew.  Yancy was infamous for getting their Daddy into trouble—usually by talking him into having a “few” brewskies at the local drinking establishment (the only one in town).
	“So he got shit faced?” Mason asked, concerning their Daddy.
	“Drunker than a skunk!” she replied—a skunk had once gotten into Darwin’s still and had him a “taste” and so the term applied.
	The two dried one another and eased nakedly out into the hall.  The Momma had to go into town to fetch her Drunker than a Skunk hubby and haul his butt back home.  A scolding he was going to get for sure come sunrise—which wasn’t so far away.
	Mason paused at the girls’ bedroom; opening the door he peered in.
	On Erin’s bed lay Erin and Elizabeth, giggling while 69ing.  Mason tugged on his pecker but it was a little worn out.  He would have pressed the issue and invited himself in—but he was hungry, too.
	Mary Ellen accompanied him down the stairs to the kitchen—both Gallowy teens opting to remain naked.  Neither asked of the other what they had been doing all day.  They helped themselves to left over dinner and sat munching in the darkness—thoughts to their own.
	“Daddy’s gonna be in trouble for days.” Mason grinned.
	“Gonna be a barn burner!” added Mary Ellen.

	After finishing their midnight snack the two sat still for a moment or two; Mary Ellen was the first to arise, taking the plates and empty milk glasses to the sink.  Mason checked her out, her ass.  She had a nice ass.  Erin, though, had the nicest ass, but then again—any naked girl had a “nice ass.”
	Mason came up behind his sixteen year old sibling, rubbing his cock against her “nice ass.”  Mary Ellen was not opposed and wrapping her fingers about the prong she helped rub it all over her ass as well as between her cheeks and then between her legs.
	Suddenly Mary Ellen froze, 
	“I hear something.” then, “I see lights!”
	The two raced to the front door, the regular door was open allowing the screen door to be the only bar against intruders.  (but in the backcountry, intruders were not a hazard—it was getting drunk off your ass and having to have your spouse (Baptist wife) come get you that was the hazard.)
	The sound/lights was from a passing vehicle and not the Gallowy family truck.  The two lingered for a moment, Mason casually caressing his sister’s ass with his hands and cock.  
	Mary Ellen took her brother’s hard-on by the hand and moved to the kitchen table.  The kitchen table was a not so wide as it was long picnic table—so as to fit the assembled Gallowy family plus any extras.  
	Laying out on the table, Mary Ellen made herself inviting.  Brother Mason took the RSVP and guided it into her willing cunny.  The girl arched her back, nipples became perky and the lovemaking between brother and sister once more took to new heights.

	The grandfather in the living room though was on “silent” for nighttime, the irreverent muffled chime click could still be heard.  It was Two AM.  Mary Ellen lay still, sort of—her body undulated, sweated, heaved, pulsed.  Quivering all over all she could do was lay as she was, the fuck from her brother was almost as good as what she had done with Magic!
	Almost.  The taste of Magic’s cock in her mouth still held high precedence, his cum, his musty smelling cock and balls.  She still reeled in the torrid event and with brother Mason pounding her, it made her young teen body all a quiver!
	Mason dredged his cock up and down his sister’s quim, their juices of ecstasy mingled and soon Mason was attempting yet another anal entry.  But Mary Ellen hadn’t the strength to keep her legs up or turn over.  Mason, too, was tiring out and so he languished in place.

	“I gotta go to bed.” Mary Ellen said.
	“Yeah, me, too.” 
	The two slowly made their way up the stairs, curiously wondering where their parents were.

	Mary Ellen closed her bedroom door, Mason felt the extreme need to pee.  He found young Elizabeth perched on the toidy.  She was sleepy and had long since finished peeing.  Mason stroked his sore-worn out cock; Elizabeth cracked her eyes open, she was naked, she grinned and leaned back yawning.  Mason angled his semi-hard cock and began peeing onto his sister’s naked chest.  
	Elizabeth giggled and fondled her brother’s balls and when his piss stream had stopped she began licking the piss slit.  This led to her rolling her tongue about the super sensitive crown.  Mason’s cock soared to full strength.  Elizabeth clamped her fingers about the stiffened member and began masturbating it.  
	Just as Mason was cumming off into his young sib’s mouth, he heard a noise.  He figured the Gallowy family truck had finally come home, he strained to listen as his cock emptied wads into Elizabeth’s mouth.  Elizabeth hadn’t heard the truck, she kept sucking (and swallowing), playing with her brother’s nuggets and smoothing her hand over his smooth ass.
	Mason heard no other sounds, no door slams or anything and was damn curious.  His cock finally emptied all it could give; he pulled out, wiping his dick onto the girl’s face then ushering her to her room, “Go to bed.” he told her with a swat to her butt.
	At the top of the stairs he paused, squatting down to peer down into the lower floor.  No lights, no sounds, no nothing.  Carefully with extreme stealth he moved down to the middle of the wide handcrafted stairs.
	Nothing.  
	Pausing for a LONG while he listened intently.
	Nothing.
	Wrinkling his nose and fondling his aching testicles he crept into the living room.  Nothing.  The grandfather clock indicated that it was now, 3AM.  Slightly did he begin to worry about his folks.  Something was wrong.  His heart pounded and mind thought up all sorts of things.  Surely, though, if something serious had happened—there would be a phone call or a visit from the sheriff.
	But there was nothing.
	Maybe the truck had broken down.
	Maybe they had gotten into an argument and run off the road…

	Standing at the screen door he waited.
	And waited.
	And waited some more.
	Nothing.
	At Four AM he moved back up the stairs, intending to wake up sister Mary Ellen to express his concerns.  But he found his bedroom door opened and inside there was some giggling going on.  Peering in he found Erin riding Ben.  Mason stepped a few steps to the right, the girls’ bedroom door was open.  Fading moonlight drenched the bedroom in just enough light to allow Mason to see naked Elizabeth sprawled out on her bed on her stomach.  Nice.
	Sister Mary Ellen was on her side, naked, a sheet barely covering her.
	In his own shared bedroom he heard the telltale sounds of an approaching orgasm.  Mason joined in, stepping inside leaving the bedroom door open so as he could here their Daddy’s truck should it finally come home.
	Erin’s ass was nice, the nicest.  Ben’s cock slammed up into her poon.  The girl’s breasts flopped about taking Ben’s attention, his hands fondled each mound, tweaking the very hard nipples.  Mason caressed Erin’s ass and though his cock was well worn out, began earnest measures of inserting it up the girl’s clenching sphincter.

	At a little after 6AM Mason stretched, farted, and fondled his severely aching schlong.  Ben re-entered the bedroom, naked. 
	“Time to get up, sleepy head.” he quipped happily.
	Mason growled, his stomach rumbled and he had a bit of a hangover.
	“Daddy and Momma home, yet?”
	Ben scratched his butt and balls, “Nope.”
	“What?” Mason sat straight up in bed.
	“Chill, bro, Ike came by a bit ago; said Momma and Daddy were in town and would be home in a bit.”
	Mason didn’t understand, they never had stayed out of the house, not the both of them, for all nite.  Something was wrong.  Maybe.  
	“Did he say anything else?”
	“Nope.”
	Mason frowned.  Swinging his legs out of the bed he sat up on the edge, his balls ached as much as his cock did.  Ben busied himself combing his hair, farting, and getting Mason’s attention.  He liked nudity, whether it be one of his brothers, someone else’s brother, one of his sisters (or someone else’s sister…)

	Flopping his dong Ben approached his sleepy-headed brother, grinning.  Mason gave him a sarcastical look of “you got to be kidding!”  Ben stood flopping his cock, squeezing it, tugging the skin tight.  Mason’s mind was still fuddled ; the antics of the previous day/night still filled his mind but were all scrambled.
	But slowly he began caressing Ben’s ass, his mouth taking in his brother’s cock, clear down the shaft to the base.  Ben stood on tip toes, moaning and pumping his hips.  Mason sucked, squeezing his brother’s ass until they both heard the family truck pull into the yard.
	Finally!

A conglomeration of cum
	Ken Kendall still had issues, but they were eroding away; those “issues” that remained he kept to himself, pushing them down and burying them.  His “cock” came into power, his mind was silenced.
	Newcomers Eric and Tyler blended in well, they showered together and engaged in sexual antics while doing so—all under the subtle commands of August—who also joined them.
	Down the hall in a secure bedroom Logan enjoyed (still) screwing Holly.  He would never tire of it—it was a way of life.  She had three holes and his cock enjoyed filling them with cum each and every one.  He enjoyed spanking her, bringing her to the point of where she couldn’t stand it, and then letting up to pound her with his cock.
	The same was for Heather, Ken enjoyed her likewise as like Logan did unto Holly.  He wasn’t so much into the “spanking” as he was into simple fucking—he left the spanking to Logan.
	Krista and Brianna occupied another bedroom.  
	Soon there would be more.
	Naturally!

*

Mack Nomad
	A little over eight thousand Chevy Nomads were built in the year 1956, Mack Knife Nomad had one of them.  It was not the common red, blue, or black, it was green.  A deep-dark green with no other paint schemes, no scenery.  There was all the appropriate chrome, fat wheels, tinted windows.  There was the powerful power plant and all the associative components to make the ’56 Chevy a worthy opponent on the street.

	But Mack Nomad wasn’t a racer.  (He did so on occasion when the mood set him and the punk kid in the next lane thought he had something special under the hood when all he had was a “wanna-be.”)
	Mack’s interest(s) lay in something else altogether.
	After concluding one adventure in the New England area, he wisely motivated himself across the country a few states to once more traipse into the narly world of depravity.  

**

	There’s something to be said for “over indulgence.”  What exactly wasn’t quite known.  But then again, it was more than over indulgence, even more than “obsession.”  It was a way of life; of being, of enacting desires deeply set within the dark and twisted soul.
	Not too dark, not Satanic, but definitely twisted.
	In the usual manner those twisted desires would mostly remain lucid, or trapped in a mind of fantasy.  But with the advent of electronic mayhem, the desires of the heart, mind, and cock were free to express and follow thru with the Twisted Desires!
	It didn’t happen overnite, though; Mack Nomad went thru years of torment of rendering himself half man, half machine.  Partly by accident, accidents, and then on his own.  As a test pilot for the Air Force, Mack Nomad found “accidents” were a way of life, too.  Not by choice, usually by air craft malfunction of some sort.  He had been well trained and after a few years was one of the best test pilots the Air Force had.
	Then tragically from 50,000 feet he plummeted to Earth.  Testing the Air Force’s newest fighter jet found a mishap—what the mishap was was unknown as the air craft totally disintegrated upon impact.  At a mere ten thousand feet Major Mack Nomad was able to finally get free and eject.  But he was already frapped and didn’t do well when he hit the ground.  He was almost in as bad a shape as his plane.
	“We can fix him.”  “We can make him new, again.”  “We have the technology.”  
	It was a time of his life—if you can call it living—whereas Mack Nomad dwelled in limbo; his mind in limbo, his body on a specialist’s table where “gizmos” were implanted into his body.  In essence he was “government” property, with his mind “out of order” the powers that be concocted an amazing scheme—throw away the damaged human parts and install instead new bionic parts, nuclear infused implants.

	Of course, once Mack Nomad’s mind came back from vacation he was less enthused about the implants.  Ungrateful!  He had been turned into a guinea pig and was not appreciative of it.  Months there was of tedious “getting used to” his implants—and it was thought/presumed that he would welcome his new life.
	Those who thought that were wrong.
	When it was appropriate—for Mack Nomad, he made for Splitsville.
	Vanishing while still decreed as “government” property was not good.  Mack took some steps, albeit minor ones, to rearrange his appearance.  Thereafter he spent YEARS determining the extent of his six million dollar body.  
	Thereafter he spent some time making additional improvements and adding enhancements.  This led to a remarkable addition in the way of an undetectable EMAD.
	Oh no.
	Say it aint so!

Jennifer
	She was pretty.  (they all were)  She was naïve.  (some were)  there were many choices, many; when one was equipped with an Electronic Mind Altering Device, the many choices were mind boggling and made one equipped with such a nifty device indecisive.
	In the beginning he had tried narrowing his priorities; adding certain criteria, instituting precise likes & desires.  Those went by the wayside, however, when his Cock overrode and inputted its own parameters.  His Cock’s settings were more lenient; only a few criteria were needed:
	Was she pretty?  Yes
	Was she a Possible?  Yes
	Security Risk High?  No
	Was she pretty?
	And she WAS pretty.  Naïve.  Outgoing, playful, and young.  Like many other national perverts, Mack liked ‘em young.  Equipped with an EMAD the acquisition choices were as previously stated—many.  There were young adult and middle aged teens who very muchly thrilled Mack’s desires (and criteria).  But the young ones, twelve and under, thrilled him the most.
	And Jennifer Jobber (no, really, Jobber) thrilled him.

	It was her naïve mannerism(s) mostly.  Despite living in a world/age of where perversion dwelled alongside her, the young girl not yet ten years young warmed up to Mack Nomad like he was a big brother, father, uncle, something (someone) of whom she could be warm to.
	A little hitch to this rot was she was a Christian girl.  Her mother was a Christian and her brother was—a product of Satan.  All three (or four) attended a very small church; the church body had moved from a veteran’s hall to a school lunch room and back and forth and back and forth, then spent some time in an abandoned funeral home before finally getting the deed to their own church.  But even that was not the typical church building, it was one of those buildings of a mini-strip mall type.  But it worked and for the thirty regular attendees it was good enough.
	Of the thirty regular attendees, six were children under twelve.  Two more were fourteen and one was sixteen.  Only Jennifer Jobber piqued Nomad’s interest.  It was her outward friendly attitude; along with her navieness.
	Mack Nomad was merely passing thru Vickerton on his way to some other destination when he sought time to rest.  During this “rest” he so noted the young girl playing outside on the sidewalk of her church.  Mack himself was at one time a church goer—it was where the prettiest girls were!
	Occupying a hotel room across the small main street gave Mack much joy as he could easily watch the Intended as she romped up and down the sidewalk usually clad in her churchy dress.  Long very curly brown hair, a sweet innocent face, creamy skin.  
	There was no set time table Mack Nomad was on, he came and went as he pleased—but was ever mindful of those around him ‘specially those who might be government bounty hunters.  But with none of them about—Mack ambled across the street and took in services.  (among other things…)

	As per usual, after “services” there was the chicken social, the general clucking and strutting that Mack Nomad didn’t care for.  He made handshakes and howdys and then easily slipped away.  Outside on the sidewalk young Jennifer did her usual thing of playing; running up and down the sidewalk chasing boys and being chased.
	The boys, though, were not interested in Jennifer, it was motorcross, skateboards, or secretly pitching dimes against the side wall of the building out of sight of adults.  
	‘Step inside the gate.’ a Voice said to Jennifer.

	Jennifer came to a quick stop, looked puzzled, but then pushed open the gate that was a part of an old white fence.  Beyond the fence was a small field, about the size of a retail store—and there had once been one there in place but it had burned to the ground and not replaced—so a field took up residence.  As the grass grew and various debris came to find itself therein, a fence was put up in place to block the unsightly view.
	Once inside the fence Jennifer was directed to a far corner.  There were no windows on either side of the adjoining buildings, the white fence was five feet tall and somewhat sturdy.  The field measured 30 feet wide and 40 feet deep.  Another fence was at the back end with an alleyway beyond it.
	There were “mounds” of grass hills, gopher holes and hills, building debris, old abandoned building “stuff”, and the like such as that there.  In one of the corners Jennifer stood, slowly pulling her dress up.  Green tinted panties, nice and tight against her young body.  The Voice moaned, grinded his teeth, ran his tongue across his uppers, then nodded approvingly.
	Slowly Jennifer’s green panties with yellow daises on them was tugged down.  The girl made no noise about it and simply stood staring straight ahead.  
	With her undies mid way down, a gooder looksee at her soon to be womanness was in order.  She was a virgin.  That was okay, Mack Nomad liked breaking in virgins.  Slowly he caressed the girl’s ass, ran a finger up and down her hairless poon and became very aroused.

	Across the small field to the back fence and back fence gate.  
	A rat ran across their path, young Jennifer was unaware as her young mind was still “controlled.”  Semi-hurriedly they moved down the dark alley just as Mack could hear someone calling “Jennifer!”  “Jennifer!” “Where (the hell) are you!” her mother.  She wasn’t in a panic, not yet.
	Mack placed the young mindless girl into his car, in the middle seat to be exact.  It had just enough room—underneath!  It was specially made for just such occurrences, it was made comfy with air current and sound proofing.  Mack then slowly drive back around to the front area and park a few cars down, lights off with the Nomad’s engine on limited cylinders.
	In the darkness, Mack slipped up to join the haphazard throng of peoples gathered outside as indeed a slight panic began to arise about the missing Jennifer.
	When the sheriff deputies arrived and made a search, conducted an investigation and cleared everyone present to go on, Mack did so—but not first taking in Jennifer’s brother, Nathan.
	And there was their mother, Kathleen, too…

*

	A cool breeze from some unknown source gently kissed her brow.  She thought she heard what sounded like—sea gulls?  And there, too, was the unmistakable sound of waves.  It was just like the time she and her brother, mommy, and daddy had gone to the beach, it was the year before her mommy and daddy had “separated.”
	But there was no salt spray, no “fishy” smells.
	Someone was talking to her.  It sounded muffled, like they were speaking thru rolled paper like her brother and she did sometimes.  Soon, though, the Voice came clearer to her—it was asking questions.
	Blinking her eyes didn’t help, it was dark, she was laying down, it was cool, but something was wrong.  There were elements missing, she knew it but didn’t know WHAT elements.  She had her own questions she wanted to ask and to know about but as soon as the question began to formulate—it vanished and she had no idea what she wanted to say.
	The image of her brother suddenly filled her mind—it was if though he were right there with her.  But they were in their playhouse their Daddy had made in the backyard.  It wasn’t big, nor small.  It had a couple of windows, one door, and a small porch.  One of those big wooden round wire spool things served as a table.  Bean bags were chairs, there were books and dolls, a remote control car, a Halloween scarecrow occupied one corner.  It was a place the kids could play, be safe, and virtually unseen.  With the curtains up the kids could tell if anyone was coming…
	It was while in the playhouse Nathan hung his puddling out the side window that faced the back fence and peed.  The two were close and each had seen the other in their underwear and less.  Each had heard the other fart and each had watched the other pee.  Nathan usually only got to see his sister peeing whilst she was on the toilet—she was too scared to get caught peeing in the backyard…
	But wait, there’s more!
	In the playhouse Jennifer tugged on her brother’s pud.
	Yep, she did.
	She fondled his hairless nuzzies, caressed his butt, and tugged on his pud.  Nathan liked—a lot!  And in turn, Jennifer tugged down her panties and let Nathan gawk at her cunny, along with fingering it.  When she was perched on the toilet for a pee, she slipped her pants/panties off, spread open wide her legs and pulled them back so as he could really get a good look.
	They very seldom did any naughty stuff in the house, but occasionally they did…

	But gawking and tugging was about all they did.  Jennifer was too naïve to know anything else, Nathan was too fearful of getting caught in the act.  He had friends who had been caught screwing their sisters and they were barely alive; some had been kicked out of the house to go live with relatives in another state, some were hospitalized…
	Slowly Jennifer made the realization that she was nude.  She had always wanted to be nude, to sleep naked, to run amok about her house and backyard naked, to go camping in the nude and swim and everything—in the nude.  She usually made mad dashes from the hall bathroom to her bedroom, streaking.  Usually, too, her brother was watching from his bedroom…
	Jennifer suddenly saw a man who was not her Daddy in her view.
	Fear and panic set in and she clenched the bed covers she lay on.
	‘Easy—take it easy, relax,’ cooed a Voice, ‘no one’s gonna hurt you.’
	The “Voice” WAS soothing and Jennifer’s panic level dropped.
	Jennifer’s panic level soared when the man not her Daddy came onto the bed, and HE was nude.
	‘Have you ever seen your Daddy nude?” asked the Voice.
	For a moment (or two) Jennifer couldn’t answer, but as her panic level once more decreased, the image of her Daddy filled her mind.  
	While camping with her brother and Daddy she had seen her Daddy with his penis out, peeing into the river where they were camping.  She had heard him fart many times, and she had farted on his lap.  She had also—
	‘Did you ever go about him while you were naked?’ the Voice interrupted her thoughts.
	Blinking her eyes she struggled not to answer.  But the image came of her being naked in her room when he came to visit, she had been giddy and bashful, but he was her Daddy and to her it was not a big deal.  
	To Jennifer’s knowledge she had not been molested; she could not bring any image of her Daddy fingering her where she peed.  He DID, though, caress her hinny—but for a Daddy that was kind of normal.
	Had she ever gotten a GOOD look at her Daddy’s penis?
	No, not really.  She saw him peeing in the river and in the woods, but that was about all.
	Had she seen him “whacking” it?  Like her brother done did in the playhouse?
	Only while peeing.
	While camping, they all slept in the same tent?
	Yep.
	It was then a dark secret was revealed.

Cum Stains and Fartknockers
	Eric Tilton grunted as he was reamed, but his grunts were muffled as his mouth was filled with dick.  Under him his best friend, Tyler, gobbled on his balls.  Cum was filling his mouth and he felt cum shooting through his puddling, his friend Tyler was already shooting loads, some squirting onto his own belly and chest while the rest shot up to coat Eric’s chest and belly.
	When the deed was a done deed done done, Eric lay exhausted and well reamed.  His young asshole smoldered and oozed gobs of cum.  He lay utterly spent laying partly on his friend, his young mind frapped.  A hand smacked him on his ass, “go shower” he was told.
	There wasn’t much energy to comply, but somehow he managed to drag himself down the hallway, accompanied by butt buddy Tyler.  The boys stepped into the shower and rinsed off the cum stains.  When done, the boys knew what was expected of them and while Eric’s hole still smoldered, Tyler stuffed with his own pud and butt fucked his friend into oblivion.
	Ken Kandell watched the boys’ antics in awe.  He still had issues, misgivings, but had come to except his new fate.  Screwing a boy hole or a girl hole made little difference—both gave excellent sexual relief.  The only hang up was their ages.  He resolved to decree unto himself that he would not fuck or sodomize or enjoy orally anyone under ten years of age.
	Well, we’ll see about that…

Would you like to see my cookies?
	“Would you like to see my cookies?”
	“You have more than one?”
	The little girl didn’t get the undertone meaning of the question.  She smiled and let it go by her and held up a box of cookies.  
	August the Second Moone made a sweeping security check, wrinkled his nose and thought thoughtfully for a few seconds.
	“Uhm, come around to the side door, at the kitchen.” he told her.
	Although it was out of the norm and the little girl scout had been schooled and warned about making such ventures, she did so anyways.  All business was to be conducted at the front door and no girl scout was supposed to go INSIDE anyone’s house—especially if a MAN answered the door.
	But little Carleen Bywood didn’t have her own mind, she accepted the suggestion and happily skipped to the side driveway and “disappeared.”  The kitchen door was opened and the child clad in her brown Brownie short-short dress was beckoned in.  Happily she made her way in; another security check was made—as far as it was known—no one had seen anything.

	August’s dweling was a house, it was set back by itself and very nearly concealed by heavy dense bushes and trees.  There was an open driveway with a large SUV parked therein.  All windows to the August house were covered, with dark tinted shielding, curtains and drapes of heavy dark green were kept in place 24/7.  All windows and doors were locked electronically as well as physically-manually.  The closet neighbor was 100 yards to either side.  There was a street in front, a great yard of 50 feet in all directions kept space and privacy.  The little girl, Carleen Bywood, had paid no attention to the No Solicitors sign posted at the mail box.
	Across the street there were homes, but staggard so there was great space between the homes.  There was no direct “viewing” to the August home.  The little girl placed her wares on the kitchen table, smiled and began her spiel of hocking cookies.
	Down the hall from the kitchen Logan eased out of a bedroom, cum dripping from his teen cock.  He fondled his balls and listened to a strange YOUNG voice he didn’t know.  Stepping up to the next bedroom he peeked in, Ken Kandell was busy putting it to his former security partner, Heather; her legs were up along his chest and his cock was in her pussy fucking furiously.
	Logan waited, watched in fascination and fondled himself.
	When Ken had finally fucked his former partner and pulled out,
	“Hey, Auggie’s got a new one, I think.”
	Ken mopped his brow, farted, and stood up on chubby trembling legs.  The two stepped out into the hall and made their way to the intersection.

	Her little brown dress was hiked up and being held by her own hands, her lavender striped panties were at her knobby knees.  Ken had a nervous smile and gulped some—his cock came to full attention, throbbed, and didn’t seem to care for the earlier self-imposed decree…
	Logan already didn’t care and held no compunction about the girl’s age.  Squeezing his dick hard he stepped up to August’s side.
	“I had no idea,” chortled August, “that they made delivery!” he smiled and patted the girl’s tummy.  Just as he pushed the child’s panties to her ankles, there was a knock to the front door.
	Ken looked like the atypical “deer in the headlights”.
	August scampered quickly to the door and peered thru the peep-hole.
	“ANOTHER ONE!” he almost laughed.
	“Take that one to a room—and wait.”

	Ken and Logan complied, pulling up Carleen’s panties and ushering her quickly down the hall.  August opened the heavy well sounded front door.
	“Hello, sir, would you like to help out the cookies by buying our Brownies!?”
	August smiled, she was cute, young, and naïve.  Her smile was adorable, she wore the same brown dress as her compadre, had shoulder length blond hair, and gave August the appearance that she was a “go getter”; business savvy, smart, and probably a virgin.
	“Come around to the side door and I’ll take all your cookies.”
	August hardly even had to dink with her mind, all she heard was “all your cookies”.  KA-CHING!

	Little Carleen Bywood (lavender panties) had long brown hair in twin braids.  A few freckles, glasses, and small teeth.  She had never seen a boy older than she naked in any manner and did not have a clear concise concept of what a boy older than she looked like.  She HAD, though, seen little boys younger than she naked; and two boys her age peeing behind the handball courts at school.  But mostly and mainly a naked boy meant nothing to the little one, she didn’t think about it or dwell too much about it—she was eight years old…
	Nellie Vincent (in pink undies) HAD seen boys older than she, one was “playing” with his pud while the other peed (in the woods while she and her family were camping the previous summer.)  No other boys her age or other—not even little ‘uns.
	At nine, Nellie had discovered the joys of fingering herself.  In the bathtub she had pressed her cunny up against the spigot and turned the water on full blast—she had learned this trick from a girlfriend.  At first Nellie thought that in doing so—her body would fill up with water.  But it wasn’t so and it felt good!
	She was into self spanking and serious fingering herself—on advice from her girlfriend Nellie began using various vegetables from her Mom’s crisper.  She had never seen her Daddy naked but he had seen her.  She was not bothered by it and to her knowledge had not been molested.
	Ken stood on one side of the “examination” bed with Ken stroking himself on the other side.  Carleen and Nellie laid out nude on the bed, their minds not their own.  
	Carleen twisted some, her mind was befuddled and she couldn’t make sense of what was going on.  August cooed to her, soothing her and cranking up his Minding efforts to keep her calm.

	“Bring me the boys.” August said, and it didn’t matter to who.
	Logan nodded and quickly went to fetch.  Ken remained, fascinated by the two newcomers.  August dragged a finger up and down Carleen’s cunny, ran his hands up and down her sides, legs, chest, ass.  Slowly he turned her onto her side, bringing her head up…
	“Go ahead.” August said to Ken.
	Ken’s face full of sweat blinked his eyes, curled his toes and waggled his ready-steady cock before the eight year old.  He never heard word one from his Moral Decree.
	Logan returned moments later with the nude little boys, Tyler and Eric.  All opened their eyes wide as they watched Ken Kandell sliding his chubby schlong into the new girl’s mouth.
	August stood and began undressing—when there was another knock on the door.
	“Don’t anybody read fucking signs around here!?” he bitched angrily.
	Pulling his pants up he stepped out of the room, shutting the door and hustling to the door—someone was rapping hard and in a hurry.
	It was a woman, she wore a girl scout’s uniform indicating that she was “in charge” of the younger set, the Brownies.
	“Hello, I’m sorry,” she said anxiously, “I’m looking for two young Brownies, have they been by here yet?”
	August furled his lips, ran his hand over his face,
	‘Hubby fuck you up the ass?’
	No.
	‘Ever suck hubby’s cock?’
	No.
	‘Want to have sex with a teenage boy?’
	Yes.
	‘Curious about sex with little boys, ten, eleven year old, seven?’
	Maybe.
	She was not overly opposed to engaging immorally with young boys, but she knew it was an impossibility—it wouldn’t happen—but she was in essence a closet perv.  She had been in the mixed company of boys and girls on camping trips for the Scouts; she had helped boys with their zippers, their underwear, to pee, and bee stings to their bare bottoms.  
	On occasion she frigged her pussy to thoughts of young boys under ten fucking her.  But she was a Christian, a teacher (5th grade), and the narly naughty thoughts she kept pushed down to where they would only occasionally bother her.

	Ken shook his head ever so slightly as he peeked in on the NEWEST addition, Doris Nackman.  She was already naked, her mind in a quandary about “willingness” and fright.  She didn’t care for being taken captive, stripped naked, and then fucked; but in her mind she was settled with the knowledge that soon she would have her secret desires met; a little hanky-panky by her Host was only customary.
	Doris Nackman very muchly knew that kidnapping was wrong, as was sexual assault, kidnapping for sexual pleasure.  ‘the children aren’t harmed’ she was told, ‘afterwards they will be returned’.  Doris still found the whole sordid affair repulsive; she understood that she was under Mind Control and fighting back was futile.  Besides, her deep secrets made her just as bad as the one who had kidnapped her.  But then, she hadn’t acted on those secrets…
	In any event, August the Second took his time with her, she was married and her hubby gave her a good dicking “now and then”, she was fairly certain the bastard was screwing his ex-girlfriend, his secretary, and a church secretary, too.  And of herself, well, she was not so certain that their second born child was his…
	After August got his thrills, he languished on her (in her) for a few minutes more.  She was actually a little “too old” for him, she was 41.  But she had a decent cunt and a decent body to go with it.  He gave her a good ride—or was that she had a decent cunt with a good body and she gave HIM a good ride?
	When he was done he used her own panties to wipe down her cunny.
	Standing in the hall were Ken with Logan, Eric and Tyler.  Neither of the little boys had boners worthy enough for proper fucking.  Doris was too old for them, too.  “Take ‘em to Holly, have her “get ‘em ready”.”
	Logan smiled and escorted Eric and Tyler to Holly.
	Ken stood whacking himself, squeezing his balls and trying to understand what the fuck was going on.  But there was, of course, no understanding anything of it.  
	While Holly “revved” up the boys, Ken took his turn screwing Doris.  August returned to Carleen and Nellie.

*

	Carleen stared up to the ceiling trying to figure out why she couldn’t move.  She could move (some) but not enough to let her sit up or get up.  She knew that she was naked, but she didn’t know how that had happened.  She didn’t know, either, where she was.  Her last memory recall was …

	…walking down the street with her cookies.  She had made a sale at the yellow house, then at the house that looked like a horseshoe, then the green house, and then…
	Carleen’s memory fuzzed up on her and she couldn’t remember anything after the green house.  There were images filling her mind,  Toby Willis and Brad Gath peeing behind the handball courts at school.  She and Shannon Beasly had spied on them—there wasn’t much to see, though, just small little things sticking out of the boys’ pants.
	There was little light where she lay, she had a slight headache, was hungry, and had to pee herself.  A man came into view suddenly, looming up out of the darkness.  Carleen could see that he was naked.  In her mind suddenly came the times she had seen her Daddy naked.
	She really didn’t think about it much, the times that she saw her Daddy naked.  It was by accident, one time was he was in the bathroom and another time she raced into her parents’ bedroom and he was on the bed without his clothes on.  
	(her mother had been there, too, also without her clothes on)
	Had the Daddy, though, seen HER naked?
	That was harder to dredge up, she didn’t know, couldn’t remember and had no memory of him being present when she was changing clothes, on the toilet, taking a bath.  
	She gave no thought to her cunny OR bung hole.  She peed from one and pooped from the other.  She wiped them when necessary and washed them when necessary, too.  Other than that—nothing.
	A soothing voice calmed her as her fright level began to rise.  The nude man came onto the bed with her, he wasn’t her Daddy, not her Uncle, no one she knew.  But his Voice soothed her.
	‘open your legs.’
	Carleen spread open her legs timidly, unsuredly.
	The nude man poised himself above her…

	In one of the rear bedrooms, naked teenager Holly sucked on the wanker of young Eric and Tyler—one after the other.  Teenage boy, Logan, fucked the girl in the ass while she performed her work.  Each of the young boys were giddy, totally mesmerized by getting their dicks sucked on.
	Logan slid his cock effortlessly in and out of Holly’s crapper, rubbing his hands up and down her sides, squeezing her breasts and shooting massive wads of his love up her corn chute.
	Ken watched for a moment or two (or three) then stepped back to look in on the others.

	Heather lay with the newest member, Doris.  Heather still tugged at Ken, he wanted to boff her exclusively, but there were other “choices” that tantalized him.  Both women had been put into a “sleep” mode.  Ken stepped to the other bedroom and watched in utter fascination as August humped on the first young girl, Carleen.
	His manly cock was not IN the girl, but grinded heartily upon it.
	Carleen fussed some, twisting her young naked body; moaning, groaning, whimpering.  With each “fuss” August smacked the girl’s ass, settling her down and continuing with his humping of her.
	Soon the tumultuous moment arrived and August scooted up to rest on Carleen’s chest.  Her young head was tilted forward and she was forced to suck on the man’s cum squirting cock.
	Ken was turned on.

	Nellie choked as the sticky fluid from the man’s cock filled her mouth.  Ken eased back and rubbed his prong all over her sweet face.  He liked all girls, but blonds were his fav.  In one hand he had her pink undies; he sniffed the crotch of them as his cock did its business in their owner’s mouth.
	Tyler and Eric had been brought in (again); their puds were hard and they were ready.
	‘Yer gonna break these two in,’ the Voice said to them, ‘you (Tyler) get to fuck this one (the girl in braids).  Eric, you get the blond bitch.’
	The boys didn’t care which girl they got to fuck, so long as they fucked!  There had been some initial embarrassment about being nude with nude men, but somehow that seemed to have been illiminated.
	Ken was even more turned on, watching the young boys fuck/break-in the young girls.  
	“August,” said Logan quietly, “there’s cops outside.”
	Naturally.