August Moone Sagas
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 14
The Wicked

“Daddy Dearest”
	Sometimes it didn’t take much to get into trouble; sometimes nothing at all and then sometimes while yer right in the middle of it.  Little Elizabeth Gallowy was “right in the middle of it” when her dear Daddy caught her—in the act (of masturbating!)  
	The punishment was a jerk upstraight and then body pressed hard to his and a firm steady smacking to the ass.  A scolding followed with a warning after.  Elizabeth spent the rest of her day in her room.
	The following day her dear Daddy saw fit to wallop her again, for fluffing off household chores and such.  Again, though, she was pressed hard against her Daddy and walloped thusly.
	A whole day passed thereafter where Elizabeth was a “good girl.”
	The next day, however…

	The conditions were just right—no one home but Daddy Dearest, everyone else (or supposed to be) doing their own thang and or whatever.  Elizabeth and Aimee made out in the barn.  And I do mean MADE OUT!  They weren’t into “kissing” one another, not that kind of making out or being gay, but fingering one another, pussy pounding, and tonguing—that was ok.
	Elizabeth’s best friend (and pert near ONLY friend) was Aimee Dodson.  Aimee we’ve met earlier with James Robert (who was later forced to scrog Aimee’s mother when they were caught scrogging.)
	After so long a time, though, the girls got hungry—muff diving was ok but it did little to satiate a physical appetite.  ‘Lizbeth crept to the barn door and peered out—her Daddy ran & operated a lumber mill, but he was no where around to be seen.  Of course, he COULD be in the house.  ‘Lizbeth stood naked at the partly open door, tingling with the anticipation of being caught.  Naked Aimee huddled right up close behind her, also tingling.

	The tingling anticipation, though, turned to fear.  A sudden wave of overwhelming fear seethed throughout Elizabeth and she balked—she had considered darting across the open yard area to the house and going nakedly into the kitchen, grabbing some munchies or some such but then didn’t.
	Aimee farted.
	Just as Elizabeth wrestled with Streaking or No Aimee’s Daddy pulled up in his 1930s motorcycle w/sidecar.  As he made the steps ‘Lizbeth’s Daddy came out from the house to greet him.  They chatted a bit and then both went inside.
	Elizabeth side.
	Aimee farted.

	Aimee giggled and clenched her legs tighter about her friend’s head, pressing her sopping wet poon to the red headed girl who was tantalizing her so.  Elizabeth clamped her hands steadfastly to Aimee’s soft supple ass flesh, driving her wicked tongue as far as possible into her blond haired friend’s cunt.
	Aimee began to squeal with delight as the ultra goal of pleasure she began to experience.  Raising herself up from ‘Lizbeth’s fine nude body, she  further pressed her poon pie into ‘Lizbeth’s face.  Aimee then began to pounce; to pump, and pulse as incredible sensations teemed throughout her young body.  Her nipples stood out and her young cunny was all a quiver!
	Elizabeth liked licking poon.  She loved it.  She got just as turned on by licking out pussy as being dicked or licked herself.  There was some sort of odd fascination of tonguing snatch; and it was even way different than sucking off her brothers!  Cocksucking was okay, but just “okay.”  She knew that it gave pleasure to the boys and that was cool, but for her—cunt licking was the thing.
	The boys did fine jobs of licking out her snatch; but when her sisters Mary Ellen and Erin tongued her—it was better—way better.  The boys licked too fast, they didn’t take their time; they hurried with the slapping their tongues to her twat so as they could slap their salami to her twat instead.
	With Mary Ellen and Erin, they took their time.
	“Oh God!” shouted Aimee; the shy demure eleven year old had reached her goal—she shivered all over and her perky little nipples stood out even more than ever!
	Her young pussy quaked uncontrollably, too.
	Elizabeth tongued her friend’s cunt, nipping the lips, nosing the inner recesses of the mons, the whole bit.  Aimee clenched all the tighter and finally released a flood that was her essence.

*

	Elizabeth and Aimee liked to frolic during the day—frolic-frolic-frolic.  They liked to skinny dip and dip skinny, too.  They were explorers, adventurers, and spies.   On that spying bit…
	Not far from the Gallowy home the girls came upon something interesting.  Very interesting.  The area was one of where an old homestead had been begun years ago, then stopped, then started again and was currently empty.  So there were half built structures—the main house, and outbuildings.  The area was very grown up with weeds, wild roses, shrubs and bushes and small saplings.
	Two peoples were present, Elizabeth knew them both—Susan Shelby and her brother, Robin.  They were from the nearby big City, had moved to the nearer Town and had kinfolk in the backcountry area.  Susan was more fitting in a City whereas her twelve year old brother was more apt to enjoy Town and backcountry life.
	Susan was okay, not too tall for her sixteen years, shapely bod, lot of “body” to her brown curly hair set in a mid 1970s fashion.  Very pretty skin, blue eyes, and was pleasing to be around with.  But Elizabeth always got the impression that she (Susan) was uncomfortable.  ‘Lizbeth couldn’t ascertain whether or not that meant she was uncomfortable with her country setting or country folk?
	Robin, though, was the opposite—he enjoyed the backcountry life; for one, there were no bullies or folk of any age who thought themselves better than he and would shove his nose into a wall to prove it.  He was twelve, brown hair like his sister’s, extra curly.  He was very outgoing, active, and was very friendly to everyone.  
	The two Shelbys hadn’t been around in the backcountry area too long so they weren’t well known, ‘Lizbeth had only met them both at the general store a couple of times herself.  She liked them both and they were friendly enough.  ‘Lizbeth, though, thought there was something up about them—she was right of course.

	Elizabeth (and Aimee) remained hidden in the woods just beyond the Claremore unfinished homestead; and just when ‘Lizbeth decided to come out, something of interest happened.  Beforehand, the two Shelby children prowled around the unfinished structures, looking into various cabinets, closets, and what have you.  Then, young Robin stepped off the so-so front porch and “whipped it out.”  He took a piss.
	While he peed his sister watched.
	Susan wore mid thigh turquoise shorts, a white flowery shirt that was tied at the bottom in the similar fashion of backcountry folk—or those trying to be trendy.  A white girlie undershirt and simple tennis shoes topped her attire.  Elizabeth watched her watching Robin.  After the boy finished he stepped back, not returning his penis back inside his underwear.  Casually and almost shyly he glanced up to his sister.
	Susan stood a few feet away and at an angle.  She came to the front porch post and leaned against it.  Her eyes locked onto her brother’s exposed pud, in mere seconds the boy’s piss shank was hard.  He stroked the pre-teen peter, licking his lips and looking anxious.
	Susan blushed, shook her head then looked out into the vacant yard.
	Elizabeth and Aimee froze as they thought surely they had been seen.
	But they hadn’t.
	“Come on, Suze, please?” whined the boy.
	Susan looked around the open yard area, making a security check.
	Robin stroked and squeezed his young organ.  His look upon his sister was one of Pleading.  Susan sighed and hunched down before him almost examining his pudling.  Soon she was tugging on the member, squeezing it herself and then working her fingers inside his undies to play with his fuzzies.
	Robin liked—a lot!
	Susan stepped back after getting her little brother hot and bothered.
	“Go on, Suze, lemme see ‘em, please?” he begged.
	“Suze” looked around for one more security clearance, then began undoing her top.  Robin leaned against the unfinished house grinning big all the while playing with himself.
	Susan didn’t remove her top but opened it.  The bra she wore had the clasp in the front—it easily undone to reveal a nice set of teen titties.  Robin licked his lips as if staring at some delightful dessert.
	“Go on, Suze,” quipped the hard-up boy, “show me the rest!” adding, “please!?”
	Susan once more looked around the open yard, squinting her eyes to really give the area a good looksee, then began undoing her turquoise pants.  Down they came down her shapely teen legs, powder blue panties she wore and they were of the bikini kind.
	Robin smiled big and scooted sideways to a porch seat, a handmade unpainted two-seater chair—his young eyes feasting on his stripping sister.  Cool breezes kissed his face, his hand worked his cock without its owner knowing!
	Susan slipped off her shoes then pushed down her pants, her panties followed and she stood near nude—her top and bra were still on (the bra merely opened to reveal her goods.)
	Robin shucked his pants, underwear, too, to his ankles.  His knees opened wide and he seriously began to crank his crank—his sister was HOT!  She stood somewhat embarrassed, a little shy, and couldn’t decide whether or not she liked being so risqué out in the open or not.
	At length she decided that she did.
	Off came the shirt and bra and she stood nude.
	On her knees before her horny brother she pulled off his pants and underwear.  The young boy opened his legs and his sister began working him (again.)  He was already at the maximum stiffness.  Susan squeezed the member tight at its base and then pressed her lips to the already glistening head.

	Robin’s eyes fluttered, his butt clenched tight and into his sister’s mouth he pushed.  Susan engulfed the member, devouring it wholly in one gulp.  She tried to go slowly, but that only lasted a moment or so—mostly she was driven by her brother pounding into her mouth as she sucked him.
	“Oh yes, Sis, I like it!” a lot!
	Susan sucked, squeezed his dick and flung her mouth all about his little pecker.  It wasn’t too small, even bigger than a boyfriend she had once had.  She felt a jet of her brother’s cum shooting into her mouth, she squeezed his cock (at the base) and worked feverishly on his prong, prolonging the ultimate event.
	Robin fidgeted on the loveseat, bucking and unable to communicate verbally—but he conveyed a great deal otherwise.  Susan was good, she rolled her tongue about the crown of his cock and soon was greeted with a great load of fresh boy spunk.
	Robin unleashed a great quantity—almost the whole load.  His cum drenched her throat with the remainder squirting onto her face.  Young Robin grinned, squeezed his dick (at the base) and continued pumping (and squirting!)

	Susan lapped up the spewed spew, sucked on the boy’s shaft then sat back.  Robin breathed hard but was still “hard”, Susan had learned that even after he came he still maintained a “stiffy”; unlike her boyfriend(s) whose prongs almost immediately died out after shooting their essence.
	Slowly her fingers began the tedious task of pleasuring herself.  She knew what her brother would want nextly—and that was okay, it wasn’t “alla the time” and she kinda liked it, too.
	Thankfully she was on preventive measures to ward off getting pregnant.  Getting knocked up by a boyfriend or some creep on the street was one thing, getting pregnant by her brother would be something else.  And how!
	Slowly she stood, presenting herself for Robin’s eyes.  The boy smiled big, feasting his eyes firstly on her face—he did always comment that she had a pretty face.  Susan spread her stance open, still fingering her poon.  The warm afternoon sun gently warmed her bare backside.  Robin methodically slipped off his shirt, Susan worked off his pants and underwear.  The boy stared at her titties nextly, enamored by the very adequate pair of chest delights.  Susan preferred something comfortable to lay out on to be laid; a mattress, a couch, kitchen table, backyard grass, boyfriend’s backseat…
	But there were none of those things present—just her horny naked brother.  Taking her nude horndog by the hand they moved down the end of the porch and just inside the main house; there was some furniture about; a round dinning table with no chairs; some cabinets, counters, and a wood burning stove.  In the living room was a huge rock fireplace, a wooden wingback chair, and a large country style sofa.  All had layers upon layers of dust.
	Robin with a boner raging and Susan with a cunt quivering the two shook and spanked the dust off of the sofa—it was the most comfortable place to “do their business.”
	The dust had to settle out first, the two had to go into the kitchen to get out of the dust storm they had created.  Susan tried the handpump for to get some water—but it was long dry.  Robin had scooted off to explore the rest of the house, there was a second floor but he didn’t go up there.  There were no curtains and very little furniture—mostly there was just a lot of dust.
	“Hey, Sis, come check this out!”
	Susan hung her head, ‘what now!?’

Decent into Nomadic debauchery 
	Like Anna, Jane, Nolan, James, Brian, and Jennifer, there was no particular reason than simply “just because.”  Her qualities were as such; shy, demure, reserved; tall, skinny, and awkward.  She had no poise, and not much in the titty department, either.  And for a mere twelve, she didn’t have much in the hips, either.  But she had a nice butt.  That was a plus in Mack Nomad’s book.  
	The ’56 Nomad was getting cramped, Kathleen with her son and daughter occupied space along with as many as SIX others.  But Mack wasn’t ready to boot them out yet, not yet—his cock still yearned for them and when it was well satisfied THEN they’d get the boot.
	The new Objective roamed up and down the outside of a convenience-  deli shoppe, she appeared somewhat distressed, checking her watch and looking up the street.  Someone was LATE in picking her up.  She wore a mid-thigh length pleated gray skirt, a no-frills white blouse and a matching gray jacket sporting a private school emblem.
	There were no other kids like her about, especially none in a private school uniform.  A pair of young boys on bikes had rode up and went inside the deli, it was an all-around shoppe catering to many differing folk and sold from toiletries to salami;  sodas and chips, homemade sandwiches, and porno books.  Old men stood in the shade of a tree nearby, yapping, farting, and drinking beer.  Oilfield workers milled about discussing the shape of the national environment; there seemed to be no one of other particular interest or worthy of interest around.
	The locale was a beat up old town just off the highway; there were several small towns up and down the highway, spread out.  An orange juice manufacturing factory was right close, along with a defunct potato shed across the so-so beat up old main street.  Lots of older model cars, welder’s trucks, service and supply trucks were about; a church next to the store, then the atypical highway No-tell Motel where many of the locals actually lived.  In the heydays gone by the small town had been something; a stop over for weary travelers; not one, not two, but THREE potato sheds ran near 24 hrs. a day for three months of the potato season.  
	The area was still a haven for crops, mostly turnips and rutabagas, carrots, and corn.  A large oilfield was off to the west and that employed a great many of the highway town locals.
	The girl continued to pace and look a little anxious.  She shied away from the menfolk, but none of them (surprisingly) paid her no mind.  At length she plopped down at a rickety bench of a picnic table and looked frustrated.  Mack narrowed his eyes, cocked his head and began…

Shanna McCain  
	In the distance there were green fields that were new alfalfa.  Beyond  the 3:30 westbounder rumbled along.  Heat waves shimmered; black birds and ravens dotted the powerlines; a bunny darted out from the field than scampered back over a small berm.
	‘take your panties down.’
	The words came into her mind, she understood them but …
	‘take my panties down?’
	She blinked her eyes in confusion and uncertainty.
	The words came again, ‘take your panties down—to your knees.’
	Shanna blinked her eyes, a ringing came to her ears; sweat rolled down the back of her neck, she felt extra moistness under arms and –
	‘take your panties to your knees.’
	Although young Shanna wasn’t acutely aware—she tugged her panties down to her knees.  That was followed by hoisting up her skirt to reveal her goodie.
	‘turn around.’
	Shanna complied—she had no choice!
	A car (of some kind) was before her, a station wagon-like type of car; she could feel intense heat coming off of the metal skin; a long dirt field there was from the other side of the car to a small dirt road.  There were no trees, no bushes, but an irrigation run along the other side of the dirt road…
	A hand not her hand came to her butt.  Her bare butt.  Great confusion exploded in her mind, she didn’t understand; it was hot, she was hot, her bra was too tight, had she gotten the right answer to that last question on Mr. Bees pop-quiz, where the hell was Carol?

	The girl fidgeted in her stance, but kept her skirt hiked up over her waist.  In the distance a helicopter sprayed a field, but it was kinda far away and “busy”.  There were no workers in the fields, no farm vehicles anywhere; the day was warm and at the end of it, too.  Mack pressed his hand to the girl’s butt, it was warm, ripe, and enticing.
	The girl wriggled about being uncomfortable.  Mack slipped a finger to her untainted rim; it was unforgiving and hadn’t been properly wiped recently.  Mack didn’t mind, he pressed himself against the pre-teen, caressing her bared ass, hips, and then lightly fingering her poon.
	Her skin was soft, warm, but soft.  Mack took his time, he was in no particular hurry.  All of the girl’s ass enticed him, he rubbed and squeezed the flesh, digging into her crack and soon unleashed his manly manhood…

*

	Shanna twisted one way and then the next and couldn’t shake the incredible strange feeling overwhelming her.  Somehow she became aware that her nipples were tingling; but she could do nothing more than stare across the rooftop of the car to the field beyond.  
	Crinkling her toes she then suddenly felt a new strange occurances…

	The heat of the day was increasing—tenfold.  But preliminary fooling around was essential—and fun!  His manhood out of his pants he moved the engorged member up and down the girl’s crack, poking her tight rim then down between her cheeks.  His hands went up her sides and then inside her blouse to enjoy her young tender breasts.
	She didn’t have much to enjoy—even at twelve, she was a bit smaller than other girls in her average age group.  But Mack didn’t mind, too much was a waste.
	Opening the door he got a brief waft of super cool air from the Nomad’s super duty air conditioner.  Gingerly he sidestepped the newest nuance, positioning her at the passenger side of the front seating area.
	‘bend over.’ 
	Shanna heard the words, struggled with them, and then “bent over.”
	With her hands to her knees for support her stance was good, her basic white panties with a slight “stain” had bunched up at her ankles.  Mack eyed her ass, her lovely-lovely enticing ass.  Parting the cheeks he smiled at noting a dingleberry clinging to her hole.  But other than that she was “clean.”
	The “throp-throp-throp” of the agricultural helicopter annoyed Mack, as it made another pass it was a little closer—too close for Mack’s security purposes.  He pushed Shanna into the seat, working her panties off, sniffing the crotch and glaring to the spraying chopper.

	A few miles down the highway, just past Shit Burger Flats and Piss In the Wind Corners there was a rest stop.  It was late evening when Mack Nomad pulled his Nomad in.  From Piss in the Wind Corners he had flew into a highway burger stand to feed his passengers.
	Kathleen, the mother of Jennifer and Nathan, struggled trying to decide about her fate—to willingly accept and adopt it or not.  Those were the choices.  There was an inner battle going on, a Christian battle and the Not-So-Christian battle.  

	Mack had the ability to “help” her in her dilemma but had decided to let her thrash it out her ownself.  Of course, he would be there at the critical deciding time to guide her in the “correct” decision.  Of course!
	Jennifer and her brother Nathan were no trouble, especially the naïve Jennifer.  Her mother learned in some fashion that her incarcerated hubby had molested both Jen and Nate and she was disturbed by that knowledge. But again, she wrestled within herself—was she pissed because of what he had done or was it that she had not been involved?
	Anna and Nolan were coming along, their young impressionable minds satiated to oblige their “new” Daddy; they pleased him with their obedience and were in turn pleased with handheld electronic devices—game devices—not those other ones.  The two former arcade game champions had settled in well; they played their games, obeyed the new Daddy, and that was life.
	Jane and Elaine.  Elaine was more apt to obey than was Jane.  Jane had no choice but to obey, but was allowed to be herself—sort of.  She could only “act” out so far; she was controllable and performed well enough to please the one she had to address as “Daddy.”
	James and Brain had been converted.  James had the suspicion that something was wrong, or up, or not quite right—but he couldn’t figure out what.  All he knew was that he loved to “suck on Brain’s cock.”  All Brian knew was that he loved to be sucked, he loved jacking off and spilling his spew onto James’ balls; he loved sliding his schlong up James’ ass as well as receiving James’ prong to his own hole.  He loved being peed on, he loved sucking on James’ balls and tonguing his hole.  And although he got to stuff his prick into the girls, he preferred James…
	At the rest stop and after dinner and one-at-a-time bathroom breaks, it was at long last Shanna’s turn.  The passenger door opened to the great outdoors and the great beyond—beyond the barbed wired fence surrounding the rest area there was desertscape, nothing but a large expanse of nothingness.  There were few motorists in the rest area, a few big rigs, some RVs, but not many.  And no one was parked near Mack Nomad’s Nomad.
	Shanna’s legs were hoisted up, her jacket off and blouse open with bra snipped in the middle to freely expose her chestily delights.  For twelve, she didn’t have much—they were small, AAAs, but enough to enjoy just the same.  Nolan held the girl’s right leg while her left one was propped up on the dashboard.  In the fading light of the day Mack admired the girl’s cookie, he smiled and leered, lusted and then busted…

	As Shanna twisted about at the first presence of Mack’s tool to her sex, Mack brought Nolan over the seat to perch on the girl’s face, his testicle sack in her mouth.  The boy held her legs back and Mack proceeded with making vaginal entry.
	In the rear, Nathan plowed his mother.
	In the middle seat Jane and Elaine 69ed with James sodomizing Elaine’s ass as she was on top; Brian filled Elaine’s mouth with his dick with a time or two delving into Jane’s cunt (on bottom.)
	In the rear, Anna and Jennifer 69ed.

	Shanna’s twelve year old cunt was pleasing to Mack’s 40-something year old cock.  The head and an inch of dick meat was in the girl’s sex, determination would have another inch with extreme desire making three inches of his seven incher inside the girl’s poon.
	He pumped.
	He gyrated and glided in and out, stabbing his way passed her hymen, pulling out to hump the virgin gash before sliding back into her for the final thrusting.  Shanna’s screams of distress were muffled by Nolan’s hairy balls in her mouth.  Soon, though, the distress was relaxed as the pistion-like fucking began.  Mack still had two inches to spare, he’d save those for another day.  Using her own panties he wiped clean his cock, wiped down the girl’s broken cunt with moistened handywipes, then fucked her again—he hadn’t properly cum off yet…
	When the lights of a big truck filled the interior of the Nomad, Mack and Nolan lay down on the distraught Shanna.  The truck turned and went on to park beside others of its kind.  Mack raised up and stood up.  Nolan fondled his aching hard cock, then was directed to scoot down some and partake of Mack’s offering.
	Nolan wasn’t too keen of cocksucking, but didn’t have a choice.  He engulfed Mack’s member and swallowed it all.  Shanna lay in distress, twisting her legs, rubbing/fingering her pussy, tweaking her own nipples and wallowing in confusion.
	When Mack was near ready to shoot his load, Nolan repositioned himself on Shanna’s face, depositing his balls back into the young girl’s mouth.  Nathan came to stand nakedly beside Mack, he was directed to mount Shanna and “fuck her.”
	So he did.

	While Nathan fucked his mother and sister came to watch.  Kathleen still wrestling with the Good Choice and the Bad Choice watched her son fuck a young girl.  Her own cunny dripped with essence, her own as well as from her son.  Jennifer stood fingering herself, giddy and full of cum; she had been boffed recently by all the boys and all of them were cum squirters.
	Mack hugged her from the side and in the pale moonlight she began toying with his cock (on her own).  Kathleen leaned against the car, eyes focused on her son’s bobbing ass.  Jennifer began kissing Mack’s cock but his interest was of Kathleen…
	
	A healthy-generous load of splooge filled Jennifer’s sweet young mouth, Mack pumped her full, shooting wads and gobs down her throat.  She choked once and gagged twice, made faces the rest of the time but not a drop of his precious love cream did she spill.
	Her brother Nathan had given his liquid love, too, spewing it deep inside the tormented Shanna.  Kathleen had placed her hand onto her son’s bobbing ass, squeezing his cheeks while fingering herself.  Her desire to be as naughty as she wanted to be had overwhelmed her.
	After Nathan had gotten off and “gotten off” he stood on nimble sweaty legs.  Mack Minded to Jennifer, ‘take Shanna’s panties, wipe her pussy down and then wipe your brother down.’
	Then unto Nathan himself, ‘fuck sister in the ass.’ that would be after she had cleaned him…
	Meanwhile, Kathleen dropped to her knees, placing some clothing to protect her knees first—she then gripped Mack’s Big Mack and serviced him.  His cock had just begun to go flaccid but popped back up as Kathleen’s talented mouth began working him.
	From out of the car came James and Brian, Nolan still perched on the struggling (but defeated) Shanna.  ‘fuck her.’ James was told (via mind link.) and as the boy complied Brian was minded to ‘get behind the woman (Kathleen) and ream her hole.’
	“I gotta go pee.” Elaine said leaning over the front seat, she seemed in distress.  She hadn’t had to go earlier when the bathroom breaks were instituted—those who had to “go” merely stepped out of the car and up by the fence, stood and/or squatted and let go whatever had to be let go. 
	“Come on.” Mack said to her.  The nude thirteen year old scampered out of the car and came to squat by Mack and Kathleen as she was directed.  A sudden issuance of urine bursted from her cunny; she farted big, too.  She had been holding her bladder but then the urge came strong and she knew if she peed in his car, she’d be beaten silly.  (and she would be right…)

	After peeing, she sucked on Nathan’s cock.  Kathleen fondled Mack’s balls and had his whole member in her mouth.  Brian fucked and fucked Kathleen’s ass, pulled out a couple of times to just hump the woman’s ass flesh.  He was Mind to ‘fuck Elaine’s ass.’ and so he did.
	James got into power fucking Shanna.  He hadn’t been in the girl’s cunt more than a minute than did he speed up his pace, only twice did his cock slip out of the girl’s crevice.  It was uncomfortable and awkward fucking someone in the front seat of the car, his legs and her legs were out of the car, her ass was right on the edge of the seat; the moonlight bathed the boy’s fine ripened body and at the two minute mark he was cumming…

	Nolan’s balls finally got to slap against Shanna’s cornhole instead of her mouth hole; his cock buried to the hilt into her well fucked cunny.  It was after midnight and the night air chilly.  
	By the time the pale moon had all but disappeared over the Hook Mountains, Shanna McCain had been successfully laid by Mack Nomad.  Her young cunny was way sore, way.  Come the morrow eve and her asshole would be the same! 
	After Mack had deposited his love cream into the hapless girl, it was Jane, Anna, James, and Kathleen who took turns cleaning the girl’s poon (as well as sucking on Mack’s cock and balls.)  thereafter, the crew retired and slept until sunrise.  A new day and a new adventure awaited…

Tripping with Psychosis, Neurosis, Flambosis 
“the filthier the sex the more enjoyable it is” was scrawled near legibly just beneath the nude picture of a cowgirl sitting precariously on a bale of hay.  The picture was part of a series on a calendar—the month was May and Mack couldn’t wait until June…
	June.  A few scant months away and it would be Summer.  “FUCK SCHOOL!” but with a crappy diploma he’d get a raise from Mr. Shcmuckman.  Least ways that’s what the fat faggot promised.  But the fatman had been good to Mack, giving him a place to live when his fucked up Dad had kicked him out of the house.
	Schmuckman’s Junkyard-Recycling-&-Supply was the place.
	The time?  A little fuzzy.  Mack’s head rang and was dizzy, he felt ill and misplaced.  He stared at the naked cowgirl, cracked his neck, farted, and slowly came around.
	A sudden pounding rapped on the door of his oh-so crappy trailer.
	“Hey, boy, you in thare?  Whackin’ off or snoozin’?” it was the gruff voice of Arlo Schmuckman, Mack’s benefactor.

	“I’m up, ‘asshole’   Mr. S.”
	“When you get yer sorry hide back in from school today, I want you to move them old tires from the heap to the front.”
	Mack yawned, scratched his balls and nodded, “Yeah, ok.” Whatever, asshole.  He cracked his neck again and got up off the oh-so crappy sponge rubber bed.
	In his mind, there was confusion—and a lot of it.  Places, peoples, images, nothing made much since—it seemed as if though it were a dream (or something.)  shaking his head to clear didn’t help.  Standing in the oh-so crappy bathroom he drained his lizard, stared at his face in the cracked mirror.  ‘this is fucked up.’ he mouthed.
	After cleaning himself up a bit he poured himself a bowl of cereal; there was no milk, but a can of Bud would do just as well.  After breakfast  he made way outside.  Bright fucking sunshine greeted him.  He hated bright fucking sunshine, wasn’t too fond of cold dreary ass weather, either.  The “junkyard” was a junkyard; recycled cars, trucks, some for sale “as is”, whole, or in parts.  There, too, was a recycling center—vehicle parts from bumper to bumper; then there was the refurbished parts, generators, farm and oilfield equipment—pipes, fittings, tools, and everything a farm or oilfield crew needed to work the day.  Schmuckman was a “busy guy.”
	Mack’s oh-so crappy trailer was nestled off to one side behind the tin shed housing the recycled water tanks.  He made his way around the corner and into the main building.  Standing at the long wooden counter was Cindy Keeven.  She was 21 and filled Mack’s mind a great deal.  She was tight, slender, tight ass, great rack, blond hair to her shoulders, a dainty little nose, sweet smile and always a nice word to Mack.  She was Schmuckman’s niece, too.
	Cindy was busy with the computer and didn’t notice Mack standing at the rack of most readily asked for parts (car batteries, flashlight, various sized 1 & 2 inch pipe elbows/angles, nipples, straight pieces, and so on.)  the faded ancient clock on the wall gave the time of being 7:30.  School started at 8:45.  Mack had time…
	There were others in the great warehouse, not many, but there were a few vendors who came in to get supplies to feed the oilfields and farms, Mr. S was busy chatting to them; two warehouse workers filled orders; Mack stood massaging his hand to his growing boner.
	It was then Mack felt—no, saw in his mind strange things.  A future?  A past?  Nothing made since.  A ringing filled his eyes, he got a little dizzy and felt flushed.  Then he knew…

	He was still confused and nothing still made sense.  But fuck it!  Licking his lips, he rolled his shoulder.  Just as he was about to make his move when, 
	“BOY! You still ‘ere!?”
	“I-I was just on my way.” grumbled a startled Mack.
	“Make sure you don’t dwaddle after yer schoolin’, need you ‘ere.” The great burly man shuffled around his niece, grabbed a huge order book, chomped on an old stogie and disappeared into the depths of the gloomy warehouse.  Although Mack was near a man, there were areas of the great 6,000 foot square tin/wood warehouse that were “spooky.”
	There were rows and rows of shelves, four feet wide and near to the ceiling that was fifty feet up.  The top most rows usually topped at 25 feet with huge crates filled with extras and excess.  (rumor had it, too, that deadbeat customers were in some of those crates.)
	Mack poured himself a cup of strong coffee, it was said that the coffee Schmuckman made could fuel the forklifts and open clogged drains.  Cindy had only been temporarily distracted by her grumbling uncle, she returned to whatever she was doing with the computer.
	Mack licked his lips and felt the brew dissolving his trachea.
	Again he tempted fate,
	‘undo your pants?’
	he wasn’t sure and wasn’t quite sure.  Nothing was for certain—well, almost nothing.
	It was of note, though, that Cindy DID stop pecking on the computer keyboard.  That was a plus.  Mack’s mind raced, eyes narrowed, cock hardened.  The age of EMADs had just begun, they were not widespread but were “out there.”  Mack had the EMAD ability.  How or why was elusive, and he didn’t care.  Cracking his neck quickly he moved up behind Cindy…

	There wasn’t a whole heck of a lot time, none actually—but Cindy tight black pants were pushed down just past her ass; red panties greeted his hands as quickly he moved them down, too.  Cindy never moved.  In the background there were warehouse noises and voices.  The old clock on the wall gave the time of 7:45.
	With his cock daringly out of his pants he rubbed it against Cindy’s ass, up between the crack, poking the tight dirt chute; meanwhile his fingers moved about to frolic at her bush.  While doing so the 21 yr. old moved ever so  slightly.  Mack’s cock moved down between her legs and the desire to “do her” increased.  But there wasn’t time to properly “do” her—not there, not then.  But what he had done he would savor.  

	At the parking lot of his high school he parked his oh-so crappy car.  His cock was still hard and would ever be so—until at last he sunk it into Cindy’s cunt.  He was almost tempted to “whip it out” and jack off to her image in his mind when he saw Leah Bough.  Mack had had a boner for her since they were in the 8th grade.  Now in the 11th his cock was even stronger!
	Leah Bough was the daughter of a preacher.  They hailed from Texas.  She had a goovy body and Mack yearned for her.  At one time, when they were at their junior high school, he thought he heard her fart.  He wasn’t sure, could have been her chair against the floor but…
	He wanted to see her asshole, to hear it “fart” up close and personal.
	He wanted to see it clenching, pulsing.
	He wanted to see it drenched in his cum…
	She was early, and in the company of her best friend, Claudia.  The two had just been dropped off by Leah’s Mother.  They strolled up the sidewalk to the first hallway out to the great courtyard beyond.  Mack nearly tore the door off his ’70 Chevelle getting there himself.
	Keeping a low profile he moved along making way to “C” annex of which he knew was where the girls were heading—to their lockers.  “C” annex was the “extra” building behind “C” building which comprised the English departments.  “C” annex was Art and History.  They were long buildings having as many as 4 classrooms per side with a wide hallway, bathrooms anchored at each end; supply rooms, too.  The annex buildings (four of them) were designed with an “L” shape to them, with the long “L” part the main building and the little “L” shape turn opening out to the great ball fields.  There was a slight hill that led up to the work out are and basketball courts, then the gyms beyond them.
	At the long end of the building Mack slipped in and hovered by the bathrooms.  It was a little after eight o’clock, not many students were at the school and Mack didn’t know why Leah and Claudia were so early.  He didn’t care, either.
	From where he hovered in the small hallway that led to the girl’s restroom he guessed his distance to Leah about fifty feet—or so.  Would his narly powers work from that distance?  Let’s find out!
	‘stop.’
	‘bend over.’
	‘take off your top.’
	‘take down your pants.’
	….and?
	Nope.  

	Sighing and feeling his cock surging, spilling precious love cream he’d rather spill onto Leah’s body, he moved up.  He tried to be as invisible as possible, moping along being as unnoticed to Leah; but in the years he had known her—she didn’t even know his name!
	At the Art Department classroom, which took up three classroom  spaces on the left hand side of the building, Mack stood in its door alcove, the distance was shortened by thirty feet from himself and Target.
	The girls had exchanged their books (this was in the days before Book Bags became popular), stood gossiping and then turned to leave out the short hall that led to the ball fields.
	‘stop!’
	to his surprise—they did.
	no talking, no moving.
	Mack stood in awe and in shock.  ‘cool.’
	Quickly he moved to the girls, stood before them and checked them.  He smiled at them, waved his hand before their faces and just like Cindy McCain from work, they were in stunned silence.

	Up against the wall where some lockers should be but weren’t Mack positioned Leah.  He was enamored with her, but was also with several other girls he knew of.  But Leah was first.  Squeezing her tits was first off right off.  When there was no adverse reaction—like a face slap, screaming, or knee to his balls, he undone her powder blue jeans, unzipped them, then pushed them down…
	She wore green panties with little duckies all over them.  Cute.  A nice muffin greeted him and pre-cum soiled Mack’s underwear.  With trembling fingers he pulled the girl’s panties down.
	Nice.  Very nice.  Damn nice.
	Whether or not she was a “virgin” he didn’t know—didn’t care, either.  Licking his lips and squatting before the girl he closely examined her teen poon; using his thumb he pressed the delectable poon, her “fur” was neatly trimmed  and Mack delighted in it.  And how!
	Flicking his tongue to the delightful poon was good, but his cock nestled against it would be better.  He stood and did so, but the desires within him surged—pressing against her while standing was one thing—but better would be with his cock pressing INSIDE her.  Not knowing how he could manage being busted should someone come along Mack opened the door to the History 1A classroom—being a junkman Mack had learned how to open locked doors!

	Inside the classroom it was dark, but not absolute.  It was cool, private, and silent.  Mack wasted no time in positioning the stunned-silent Leah on Mr. Vanzant’s desk.  From there he worked her pants (and panties) down, then off.  He didn’t care.  And though time was of the essence, he didn’t care there, either, and took the time to really look the girl over—then he pulled off her shirt.
	The bra dropped off nextly and save for her shoes, she was nude.
	Down to his ankles fell his pants and undies, his cock was at full mast with the head of it smeared in pre-notioned happy juice.  His tongue flicked madly and applied itself to Leah’s cunt.  It was musty and he wasn’t quite the expert at noshing on a girl’s twat; but he licked, lapped, and sucked happily for a precious few minutes.  Then his cock could stand the wait no more and into her went.
	He knew and understood that “breaking” a girl’s hymen meant a guy got a coated dick.  Mack went IN and began pumping straightaway—and it felt great!  Down on her went engulfing her lovely teen titties, sucking on one while massaging the other.
	After the fuck which lasted several minutes, Mack pulled out to shoot one last wad all over the girl’s cunt.  There was no “coating” on his schlong, he didn’t care; he masturbated a moment then looked to Leah’s friend, Claudia.

	Mr. Redmon’s English Class comprised of all four grade levels and was not the atypical English class—it was for Writers, Poets, Speechers and Debaters.  Why Mack Nomad was in the class he couldn’t figure; but he could whip out a narly poem now and then and an 8th grade teacher had seen promise in him—and it had been at the time Mr. Redmon had been visiting the class.
	First to arrive to the class was Sally Greggs.  Mack liked her, she was cute, two years younger than he, short, red hair, freckles, smiling alla the time, nice tight trim body, and wore super tight jeans.  The janitors had come by to open the rooms, usually the rooms were locked until the teacher/instructor came officially, but the janitors also opened the doors when milling students in need of extra study time were present—and well known.
	Mack held the door open for the perky Sally, she ambled in and no time was wasted.
	‘stop.’
	Sally stopped…

	There was Mr. R’s desk, which was small and cluttered with jillions of books.  There was the classroom desks—which were equally small and strong enough for the task at hand.
	So it was the long heater thing that ran partly along the north wall.  It was not one of those old fashioned oil heaters but a square box unit that was eight feet long, eight inches wide with small vents evenly spaced.  It matched the stucco paint of the rest of the room and being that it was Summer type time, it was off.  There were windows, of course, that run along the top of the wall, eight feet up from the floor.
	Sally was positioned on the heater, her skin tight blue jeans off on the floor with her basic white undies, too.  Mack was nude and his cock slamming deeply into the fifteen year old’s cunt.  Sally cried out some, making nominal noises of both distress as well as pleasure.
	When his load exploded he relaxed.  Sally fell to one side and Mack enjoyed watching her.  His cock ached, he stroked it and watch bits of his cum drip out, dripping onto Sally’s white cotton panties.  

	Like with Claudia early, Mack slid his prick into Sally’s crapper.  He had never previously given much thought about it, butt fucking a girl.  He knew that cumming off into a girl’s mouth was good, humping her cunt was better.  But her asshole?  But after plugging a backdoor or two he determined that “a hole was a hole was a hole.”  And he didn’t care where he came off so long as he came off…
	All the way into Sally’s crap chute he went, the girl sprawled over a nearby desk with her arms flailing all about as she was reamed.  Mack kept a steady grip on her until he was finished—then like the naked sweaty cum drenched Claudia, he left her.

	At his math class stood the darling Tammie Hewes.  Like Sally, she was fifteen, but had a knack for math and had been advanced in grade level to tackle junior grade stuff.  Like Sally, Tammie had poise, tight ass, great rack.  She was taller than Sally, but had flaming red hair, freckles, the whole bit.
	Like Mr. Redmon’s class, Mr. Flam’s math class was open.  
	Like Sally, and Claudia, and Leah—Tammie was stripped naked and laid out before Mack’s cunt hungry cock.  She had quite the body Tammie did, a little more meat to her than Sally, a very trimmed cunt—moreso than was of Leah’s.  Claudia’s furburger had been not so unruly but not well trimmed, either.

	Sally had been a moaner, Tammie was a screamer.  Mack didn’t care.  After gliding his cock up and down the girl’s oh-so fuckable cunt, he fucked it.  Full entry was the thing and it caused his toes to curl.  With her legs up along his chiseled chest the girl flailed her body, squenched up her pretty face and endured being laid.  
	Mack pumped vigorously, pulled out to hump the girl’s flaming gash, poked her tight funk hole before plunging back into her for the final fuck.  His balls tingled, body twitched, and was very elated.
	Time he had to take, sucking on the girl’s more than ample titties.  For fifteen she had slightly larger mounds than other girl’s her age.  But that was okay with Mack.

	Also okay with make was Stephanie Garp, Shawnra Pibbles, Julie Feeble, and Tricia Jace.  Stephanie and Shawnra he “took” in the audio/visual room, it was a haven for some students to hang with the loose a/v attendant who was a doper and sometimes shared his secret “stash” with a select few students.
	Stephanie he liked—mainly ‘cause she liked him.  She was always kind to him and thought well of his poetry.  She also had a nice rack.  Mack liked her, her color was “blue”, she had beautiful blue eyes, had a nice round face, thick soft brown hair and a nice rack.
	But with the time constraint, Mack got her pants down and enjoyed seeing that she wore blue panties, plain.  Other than the nice “rack” the seventeen year old had a nice ass, too.  And it was the ass that got Mack’s attention, spreading her cheeks he applied his rock hard schlong, pressing against her warm bum hole and going in.
	It was a good ride and Mack rode it to the end.  When he pulled out he shot his wad all over the girl’s hinny, then pulled her panties and pants up.  When she was in the standing mode again he embraced her, she smelled good and he’s desire for her increased beyond measure.  Of all the girls he knew, he wanted Stephanie most of all.  She was pretty, smart, pretty, kind to him, pretty, and had a tight asshole.
	Shawnra.  Shawnra could almost be Steph’s twin sister, a few differences but they sure were close.  And like Stephanie, Shawnra was one of the few (very few) girls who liked him and appreciated him.  Her colors were burgundy.  She had brown hair, average sized rack, and smiled near constantly (in his presence).  In the library he nailed her, stripping her nude and laying her out on one of the great round discussion tables.  He took his time undressing her, sniffing the crotch of her panties and then sniffing her crotch!

	Even her poon smelled good!  Her skin was soft, supple, delectable.  All over her nude body he roamed his tongue, fingers, and cock.  At length he settled onto her chest pressing her lovely breasts over his pulsing cock.  He pumped and pumped, bringing her head up to kiss his cock; soon a great quantity of his juices began to spew, splashing onto the hapless girl’s face.  
	His balls were stretched to the limit, but he liked it; his juices coated Shawnra’s pretty face—inside and out!  When he was done and done, he pulled back and rested.  But only for a moment.

	Julie was an interesting classmate—long straight flaming red hair, no tits, not much of an ass, but she was friendly.  Her body over all was rather unappealing—no sex appeal whatsoever; but she was friendly.  For no other reason than “just because”, Mack sought her, found her, laid her.  Right out behind the upper area by the cafeteria and driver’s training trailers were.
	Stripped her naked, laid her out on the grassy knoll and balled her.  A fiery snatch she had, not just in fuzz but one of those Texas Snapping Turtle snatches!  Mack sunk himself in and the girl’s cunt latched on and wouldn’t let go!  They romped and rolled about the grassy knoll for a bit; Julie on top a time or two, Mack slamming while on their sides, finally ending up with the very enjoyable doggie-style.
	
	Tricia Jace was part Mexican, American Indian, and African-American, with a smattering of Old Fashioned White boy in the mix, too.  Light brown skin, wide butt, cantaloupe sized melons, kind of a sunken face, long sleek coal black hair.  On her own she was a naughty girl, Mack knew first hand.  But she wasn’t as naughty as Mack would like her to be.
	That changed that day with his overwhelming prowess.  He took Tricia behind the handball courts and lowered her red gym shorts.  Her white gym shirt and bra came off nextly; then he pressed her up against the brick wall and worked his overworked cock against her panties.  On her own she had given him a handjob, showed him her titties and pussy, AND asshole!  He had almost gotten her to suck him, too, but she backed out at the last moment.  She DID pee for him, out by the river when they were in the 6th grade.  They went skinny dipping and he very nearly got his dick up her ass.  When her parents weren’t home they frolicked about in the nude in the house, but never fucked.  
	Up against the back wall of the handball court, with her purple panties dangling off an ankle, she was finally fucked.  Her legs wrapped tightly about his waist he drilled the girl to his delight.
	Then it was lunch time!
	After lunch was 6th period gym.  Mack was okay with gym, he liked some of the guys—some of the guys liked him.  He liked none of the coaches and none of them liked him.  He cared for nothing but to be left alone.  
	In the Boys Gym he found his next target, Mark Cox.  Mark took a lot of ribbing due to his name; it made him aggressive and prone to a few fights.  Mack was the only one who DIDN’T draw make fun of him.  Mark was not too tall, thin and wiry, reddish brown hair, and from a very low income family who had many kids.  Mark and Mack got along—which was why Mack smiled to him and had the already nude boy get on his knees and suck him.
	‘take it all, bitch!’ Mack said.
	Whether Mark was an avid cocksucker with his four brothers at home or not was not clear, and Mack didn’t care, either.  Mark sucked and sucked and sucked and just before Mack was to cum, Mack pulled out to hump on the scrawny boy’s face.  
	With his cock still well lubed he turned the boy about and positioned him over the red bench seat, having him actually straddle the seat.  The boy grunted but took all of Mack’s cock.  Mack gripped hard the boy’s ass and pumped with much vigor and vim.  
	Mark nearly was screaming by the time Mack’s love tool began to spew.  Steam billowed up from his funk hole.  Mack didn’t let go his release of the fellow classmate’s ass, he held it firmly and continued plowing; the sensation was enormous and virtually unconscionable.  A nice tight hole.
	The juts of his love began spewing deep inside Mark’s anal tract, some squirted out along Mack’s shaft, coating his balls.  “reaching around” Mack worked Mark’s cock, squeezed his nuggets and gave the last final humps.  When done he slid out, smacked his cum squirter onto the boy’s ass and marveled at the juices spilling out of the funk hole.
	Mark turned around, his cock was raging hard and he jerked it just as much.  ‘cum on me, bitch.’ Mack said to Mark.
	Mark scooted up closer and began pounding his meat faster, squeezing his tube and angling it so as when it unloaded it would cream Mack’s balls.
	It did.
	A great deal of teen spunk coated Mack’s cock and balls.
	‘suck me clean, ‘ho.’ Mack said to Mark.
	Mark didn’t hesitate but went straight to Mack’s cum coated nuggets.

	7th period 11th Grade English
	Ms. Gloria Bittleton was a hottie.  She had a lot going for her; age, beauty, tits, and ass.  She wore a variety of clothes and tantalized every boy of virtually every age.  For a gal in her early 30s, she was HOT!
	Usually she tantalized the boys (of every age) while she wore tight-ass jeans, she wore several different types from different time periods—waders, bell bottoms, disco, etc.  her fav was bell bottoms with ‘60ish designs embroidered all over them.
	Occasionally, usually in warmer weather she donned dresses, thin Summery things where it was deemed that she didn’t wear panties…
	On Mack’s visit, she scrawled the Day’s Lesson on the chalkboard.
	“Hello, Mack,” she said pleasantly, “go ahead and take your position and we’ll begin.” 
	Mack smiled and strolled up to her, he was nude, his cock was rock hard right up against her he went.  
	“Mr. Mack, are you trying to get an “A”?”
	Mack smiled and began undoing her tight-ass jeans…

	Watching her womanly titties jiggle thrilled Mack, and how!  They were lovely mounds, round, soft, not too big, and the nipples thereon perked up nicely, too.  Mack’s cock plowed into the woman’s cunt, driving deeply and sending Ms. B into an incredible euphoria.  
	The act did wonders for Mack, too.

*

How to say AHHHH in three holes or less
	A redtailed hawk came to perch on the fence.  It fluttered its wings, squirted its shit, cocked its head then fluttered off into the early morning with a screech.  What the day would bring the hawk was as elusive as what the day would bring Mack.  Like the bird, he cocked his head but held off “shitting.”  Between his legs was the new member, Shanna; she was asleep as were the rest of Mack’s crew.  
	The Nomad was packed to the limit, he hadn’t planned it, not really.  He could kick a few of them out and thus provide more room for the rest, but he wasn’t ready—not yet.  He was actually just getting started.
	The morning was cool, the sun was minutes from breaking over the Hook Mountains, a new day would be upon them.  Where he would be at the end of the day he had no idea.

	Cindy McCain suddenly filled his mind, he had always to bone her, badly.  But only in his dreams.  Like Leah, Claudia, Tricia, and Ms. Bittleton, he had only fucked them in his dreams.  
	Cindy.  Where was she now?  She was only four years older than he.  Married, well fucked, ten or so kids?  Casually he thought of her as a go-go girl, or one of those gold pole lovers at the strip club.  Or maybe a teacher, a hot tight-ass teacher.
	He had heard that her ‘asshole’ uncle (Schmuckman) had had a massive heart attack, while eating a pork rib dinner at his favorite restaurant.  What had happened to his place?  Was his (Mack’s) oh-so crappy trailer still there?  He had fond memories of that skanky abode, it wasn’t the best living conditions, but he had survived.
	From out of the back came the naked Kathleen, crawling over naked slumbering bodies.  She paused only momentarily to gawk at Mack and Shanna; Mack’s cock rock hard nestled against Shanna’s cum stained cunt.  She moved on scrambling outside to stand and stretch, fart and then simply spread her legs for a good pee.
	One by one the passengers of the Nomad made their way out to stand with legs apart and pee.  Mack watched them, one by one—he thought of Cindy, naturally; he dreamed of her often, straddling him, peeing on his cock—before and after she had slid up and down it.  
	Jennifer stood leaning forward, legs spread WIDE, a nice steady stream of pee issuing from her cunny—followed by a raspy fart.  She giggled and squirted one more squirt of urine then was done.  Her brother masturbated while he peed.
	Anna stood and was nervous—blatant out and out nudity was a bit much for the young girl, she had been “controlled” but Mack still liked ‘em to “be themselves” too.  There was a fine line there in their minds to have them controllable as well as to remain as they were before they were—controlled.  But she stood facing the car, timidly holding her hands before her naked not-very-hairy cunt.
	‘take your hands away.’ Mack minded to her.
	Anna shrugged embarrassingly but put her hands to her sides.  Seconds later and like Jennifer, a steady stream of hot piss spewed from her cunt.  She was greatly relieved—and farted, too.
	Jane Korbett had the same difficulties as Anna, Mack had to use a little more mind control finesse with her, he hoped that in time she would loosen up so as she would be more herself.  There was a part of her that was; as she stood nude the rising morning sun bathed her lovely teen body, Mack smiled and as she began her morning piss, Mack masturbated…

	But he liked Jane, she had a nice teen body, good tits, nice ass, goof poon pie coverage.  She was sweet with a good personality; Mack liked her and thought of her to be a “keeper.”  
	Her friend whom he had acquired at the same time was cute; the blond hair and blue eyes, the skinny body, small apple-sized titties.  When Mack had gone into her cunny he feared his prick would poke out her belly button!  But he was gentle with her, he had had all the boys who “went into her” be gentle.  Her asshole was the same, tight but giving.  She was not capable of handling two cocks in her at once, though—not yet.
	Elaine stood looking confused, or bemused—one or the other.  The sun was coming up quick and she stood staring at it, looking across the great expanse that was desert.  The great hills and plateaus created a pleasing appeal to the eye—a landscape like no other; a scene of multicolored layers of sedimentary rock stretching for miles and miles.
	Elaine’s ass was to the car, she stood with her hands on her sweet darling butt, legs apart to where Mack sitting in the Nomad could just see her cunt hairs.  A hot stream of piss exploded from her cunny and Mack squeezed his cock all the harder.
	‘piss on his ass.’ Mack minded to Brian.  James stood leaning over some with his best friend and butt buddy behind him.  James squeezed his dick and aimed it at his friend’s ass—and like a dam busting the urine gushed out splashing and coating James’ ass, crack, and balls.  James and Brian had been “turned.”  Mack had to spend only a few hours with the boys to successfully convince them that they were horny for one another—in every way.  They engaged sexually with the girls, but preferred to enjoy one another’s Tube Steak rather than Tuna Fillet.
	Nathan was giddy.  He remained that way and needed no “turning” whatsoever.  He missed his Daddy but enjoyed his new life—fucking his sister and Mother was something that bamboozled the boy beyond belief.  He enjoyed boning his sister and Mother greatly, but the opportunity to hump the other girls kept the boy smiling—and hard.
	Nathan’s sister, Jennifer, also didn’t need “turning”, nor did Kathleen, her mother/their mother.  Jennifer was naïve, permanently.  She loved being naughty, nasty, and dicked by her brother.  The kids’ mother had finally adopted the narly ways of Mack Nomad; her previous life still tugged at her; her life, her church, her friends, other family, job.  But Mack had put into her mind that she and her kids would hang with him for a while, then he would kick them loose and they could go back to their old life.  
	If they wanted…

	After all the puddling, the crew returned to the interior of the Nomad, Mack dressed himself but the rest remained unclothed.  The windows of the Nomad were well tinted.  The day was anew and what lay ahead down the road was unknown.  Mack was ready for adventure. 

A ways to go…
	And speaking of adventure…
	His eyes feasted on the shiny black car that pulled out of the rest stop area, in the glint of the sunlight, though, he saw that it was not actually black but a deep dark green.  He guessed it to be a mid 1950s model Nomad…
	The big RV moved easily into the quaint rest stop and parked in the rear area by the barbed wire fence.  It had been a long night of driving, August preferred driving at night, he didn’t know why, he just did.  Once parked he took a moment to rest.  Behind him his “family” moved about getting breakfast; Ken “Secuirty” and Doris “Scoutleader” the only other ones in clothing, everyone else was nude.  
	Breakfast was mostly bowl cereal; which was a popular fare among the crew, easily prepared and just as satisfying as anything else.  Ken was looking good, in facts, in the time spent with August the Second Moone, he had lost a few pounds—August wasn’t so much into a lot of sweets or fatty foods; and of course, all that fucking helped lose body fat, too!
	Heather Carol, Ken’s former security cunt partner, still needed controlled—to maintain her from returning to her former self; but for the most part—she pranced naked about, engaged sexually with anyone and thought nothing of it—but August had to keep a Mind Lock on her to maintain that new way of life for her.
	Krista was almost the same way, but not Brianna.  Krista Coyma, the fourteen year old “acquired” from a church setting followed mind link commands and performed them well, but not willingly.  She was almost a security risk—if given the chance she would not participate in the sexual activities aboard the massive RecVehicle and choose to escape instead.  And that just wouldn’t do—so, a mind link to keep her controlled was necessary, too.
	Brianna, also acquired with Krista, needed no mind link to make her “one of the crew.”  She readily had accepted her fate; she still didn’t care for being dicked by every swinging dick in the RV, or to be peed on, cum on the face, OR spanked, but she endured it and that was that.

	The boys Tyler and Eric were adapting to their new environment, as well.  They happily engaged sexually with everyone and couldn’t decided on who was best—fucking one of the adult women or the regular girls!  They had even begun to enjoy sodomizing one another with glee.  Cocksucking, though, was still a toughie…
	Girl scout “Brownies” Carleen and Nellie had no problem with cocksucking, they preferred it over being fucked!  But they, like the boys, had adapted to their new way of life and went naked 100 percent of the time.  They spreaded their legs and cheeks whenever and wherever and took on whoever.  
	The girls’ scout leader, Doris Nackman, teetered on the line of participate willingly or not so.  She yearned to be naughty, to enjoy all the swinging cocks available and it did not matter the age.  She had the same sentiment for the girls.
	August watched as the Nomad scooted out onto the highway and barreled along.  It was a nice car, seemed low to the ground, though…

	After breakfast there was frolicking.  Of course!  Lots and lots of frolicking.  Ken was obsessed with his former partner, Heather and spent a lot of time filling her holes; but he also enjoyed whole heartedly filling the holes of the other RV crewmembers, he no longer was hung up with their ages or sex.  ‘a hole was a hole was a hole…’
	Spanking Heather was another obsession with Ken, the woman cast down onto the great bed in the rear of the RV was swatted bare handed until she began to feel the sting and begin twisting, flailing her hands back to protect her burning bum.  
	It usually had Ken Kandall it his hardest and once Heather’s ass was inflamed to the max, Ken mounted her doggie style and fucked heartily.  While Ken fucked, Heather sucked.  One boy after another came to fill the woman’s mouth, Tyler and Eric were very willing to get their willies sucked off; Logan was there to enjoy the fun, too.
	Logan.  Acquired from a Church setting, too, the fourteen year old readily enjoyed his new life; he had some misgivings (at first) but those had been washed away—either by his own will or by other influence wasn’t quite clear, but regardless—Logan willingly was on board with the new way of life on the RV.

	Acquired with him had been Holly, the gal with the wide legged beige shorts who had to go pee.  Logan had been obsessed with her, sneaking glimpses down her open shorts to see her panties/crotch.  Once aboard with August, fucking Holly was almost a daily thing—but he, too, liked the others.  There were slight hesitations for when he involved himself with the young ones, including the stuff with the boys; but all in all he put those ill feelings aside and fucked whatever hole on whosever body.
	And like Ken to Heather, Logan enjoyed Holly mostly.  With Holly he enjoyed the occasional spanking—a hard spanking to where Holly would agree to suck off a horse if she had the choice!  At that point, like Ken, Logan stuffed Holly’s ass and fucked her silly.  
	Only to Heather and Holly were Ken and Logan (respectively) “rough.”  A time or two the two had spanked the other crewmembers, turning their young tender asses red but not to the extreme Heather and Holly endured.  
	Inasmuch as August enjoyed watching Ken and Logan fuck their “obsessions”, inasmuch as he liked watching the young ones prance about naked, fingering themselves, giving headjobs to whoever; Auggie was thrilled to see the likes of Doris laying out getting dicked by the boys, specifically Tyler and Eric.
	But Doris wasn’t the only one getting “dicked” by little boys…