August Moone Sagas
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 15
The Wickeder

Funny meeting you here
	It seemed to be the day for “old” cars; after the ’56 Nomad had left there were two 1940s Street Rodders of some kind August wasn’t sure the make; they were followed by a 1960s classic Cadillac convertible.  And though they were intriguing to say the least, August was more interested in the 4-wheel land yacht parked nearby.  It was at least twelve feet long, the front where the powerplant sat and the trunk were the longest over all with the middle section so-so.  It was blue and white in color with tons of chrome, custom wheels, and a Chevy, from the mid fifties.
	It was awesome to look at and even more so when Auggie discovered what was within.  Heavily tinted windows prevented most curious onlookers from peering inside, but August had “narly” ways to circumvent that obstacle.  A headache came along with the narly use of his special powers that he didn’t understand how he had or why or when he got them or anything.  A ringing in the ears followed.
	But, within the custom super cool ’57 Chevy was a woman in the backseat.  She was in her late thirties, and naked.  On top of her lay a boy about ten year old humping her quim.  She rubbed the boy’s ass and seemed genuinely involved in their actions.
	In the front seat was a man who only had his pecker out.  Four little girls were in the front seat, too, all asleep.  They ranged in age from as young as four to as old as ten.  There was one more boy, too, cramped down in the floorboard of the backseat area.  He was naked, too.
	The girls were clad in various styles of swim wear.  The man humped his cock as he watched the two in the backseat fuck.  August didn’t know them, didn’t know their story, but by Day’s End he would…
	Naturally!

The Wiccked
	Having a family name like “Wiccked” professed that at sometime along Life’s Highway the adjective of the other spelling would come into play.  Ben Jarred Wiccked and his family had somehow managed to maintain dignity and decorum, shun the appalling destruction of family life that was the mainstay and apparent new order of things in modern day society.
	So far.
	It was wife Leeann who took matters into her own hands, the fear of her children, Amber, Bonnie, and Caitlin being subjected to some perversion of some kind or another prompted her to make unusual acts.  Some mothers in the modern day chaotic society had taken other measures to protect their children—divorcing their husbands before they could molest, KILLING their husbands before they could molest; mutilating their husbands and so on.
	But Leeann had an alternative.
	She dearly loved her husband, he was a good provider and she saw that he dearly loved his children.  But the fear of the new society forced her to conceive an horrendous notion to protect her family.  She understood and new well that a man had “desires.”  Leeann and Ben had a good sexual relationship but she knew that he put his eyes on young slender things now and then.  She didn’t mind, he was home every night, she had no worries about bills, and didn’t believe for a second that he would ever dip his dick into another cunt.
	But she knew, too, that the desire was there and that was undeniable.
	Soooooo, she schemed.  She had to satiate her hubby’s lust—for the protection of their marriage as well as their children.  The proposal was incredible.  She wondered if Ben would go for it—then she wondered how she would take it if he did?
	As it happened, Amber, Bonnie, and Caitlin, went off to spend the night with their grandparents.  The timing was perfect and left Leeann to pose her scheme.  She truly loved her hubby and she knew that he loved her, but he was a MAN and with that he had a cock that was always hungry.  She figured that if she could soothe his cock with his “other” desires he would be safe at home.
	“Honey, let’s go for a drive.”
	Ben was always up for a “drive”, he was very proud of the ’57 Chevy he had fully restored and then customized to make it “cool.”  They had “banged” away nicely in the backseat while he was restoring the classic and it was fairly certain that two of their three children had been conceived there.

	Ben was never one to pass up the opportunity to go for a ride, he loved his family and as much as he loved showing off his precious little girls, he loved showing off his Chevy, too.  And with the girls at their grandparents, the night out with the two loves of his life would be fantastic.
	And how!
	They cruised up the Main Drag, then to some of their favorite hangouts where others who had classic cars hung out.  It was great evening, Benny and Leeann mingled with friends, rumbled their cars, and acted as macho and stupid as possible.
	After a check in with their kids and the night was still young, Leeann suggested they go to a movie.  Benny was cool with that.  They enjoyed one another’s company, enjoyed the movie and had ice cream afterwards.
	Then…
	“She’s pretty.”
	Ben was caught off guard and took a moment to notice what his wife was talking about.  A pretty teenage girl, long brown hair, shapely bod, nice butt.  Ben nodded and made the general, “yeah” of approval.  
	“Could you handle her?”
	“WHAT!?” Ben almost shouted.
	“Could you handle her, you know, in the backseat?”
	Ben was stunned and lost his breath.  Blinking his eyes quickly he stared with his mouth open.  Then looked to the Subject again.
	What his wife was saying, contemplating, purposing was incredible!  He couldn’t fathom it; it was inconceivable and unbelievable and crazy. 
	“You remember what happened to Carl?” a family friend caught in bed with his teenage daughter.
	Ben nodded that he remembered.
	“And your Uncle’s best friend?” caught getting a BJ from a teenage girl in his classroom at school.
	“And Keethen Shepard?” Ben added, another friend of the family caught with illicit porn on his computer that had images of his own children.
	Leeann nodded her head, “Exactly.”
	“Exactly—what?” Ben asked perplexedly.
	“It’s going around, and getting worse.” Leeann answered.
	Ben sort of had an idea what she was talking about, the illicitness of society, but…
	“And I know that there are some women, too, who are doing the same thing—but mostly its men.”
	This wasn’t sounding so good.
	Then Leeann slipped her hand to Ben’s lap…

	She found her confirmation, Ben’s cock was one hundred percent HARD!  
	“See?” she quipped with a bit of disdain.
	Ben was embarrassed and at a loss.  Was she going to rip his balls off right out in public?
	“Soooo, I was thinking, the problem is that it cant be helped—you men are born horny and need sex to relieve yourself.”
	Ben’s heart was pounding out of his chest.
	“And I know you love the girls and I know in your heart you wouldn’t do ANYTHING to hurt them, but then again--”
	“LEEANN!” he almost blurted out LOUDLY in his defense.
	“I know, I know, honey,” she cooed petting his hand, “but you might not be able to help it.” She continued with the assumption that SOCIETY was the cause, the influences were too much to turn down and the myriad of electronic devices had probably worked on the Male mind to subconsciously put them in the mode of being naughty—with those that would not normally be naughty with.
	Ben was more confused than ever.  He blinked his eyes and waited.
	Leeann concluded her explanation by saying, “Soooo, I was thinking, to save our family we need to get you laid.”
	Ben’s mouth dropped to the floor of the open courtyard.
	‘What!?  What!?  What!?”

	The courtyard was full of moviegoers, the cineplex hosted twelve screens.  Surrounding the theatre were small curiosity shops, sandwich and ice cream shoppes.  And though it was a school nite, many of the populace were teens.  Denise Carpenter was one such.  She wasn’t alone, but wanted to be.  Why was unknown, but she ditched her friends to be alone just for a moment or two—and her life changed forever thereafter.
	Denise had long curly-extra curly brown hair, a small round face, small blue eyes, a dainty nose (also small) and a small mouth (with small teeth).  For fourteen, she had a delightful body (as most teens that age did!)  her breasts were of nominal size; there, too, was a gloriously nice tight ass that caught the eye of many.  
	Typical denim jeans, a blue top with a daisy on the front, and a denim jacket to top off the ensemble.  To make sure she was left alone and not pestered by her friends she maneuvered herself down one arm of the small shoppes to the East side parking lot.  

	Sitting on the brick flower bed she looked lost in thought.  The evening was getting late; fumbling the change in her pocket she thought of calling her brother to come get her--or she could simply walk home.
	Neither of those thoughts came to be, however.

	“Leeann!” Ben almost shouted again.  “What is that!?”
	Leeann fumbled with the controls of a small black object she held in her hands.  “You know very well what it is.” she replied dryly.
	“Wh-where did you get it?”
	“It was left in a safe deposit box by a deadbeat customer,” she replied huffingly, “I confiscated it.”  Working at a bank had its privileges…
	It was illegal—highly illegal to posses an EMAD.  The penalty for such offenses were steep—an automatic 25 years Federal Penitentiary; plus all your hopes and dreams and finances.  
	“Are you out of your fu--”
	“Hold your water,” chirped Leeann, “this thing is so low powered it barely registers.”
	Ben had a limited knowledge of such things, the less he knew about them the better off he figured himself to be.  But apparently, his wife knew a LOT about them.
	Not really, but she had researched just enough…
	“It’s not very powerful,” she said.
	“What can it do, or what does it do, or--”
	“It’s supposed to overwhelm a target’s mind.”
	Ben nodded in understanding that part.  Of course, there were the “OTHER” parts that he had trouble with.
	“But with this one,--”
	“What, it works or not?”
	“Yes, it works, but not well.”
	It’s low power meant the Target/Subject would only be nabbed for a short time.  The Subject once acquired would only be “stunned” temporarily and would have to be “subdued” via other means.
	Ben and Leeann sat in their classic car in the parking lot having a full view of their intended Subject.  Ben’s mind was still stumped, this was beyond anything he could ever dream up.
	Leeann sighed, “Well?”
	“Well?  Well what?”
	Leeann narrowed her eyes and gave him a look, that classic “look” women usually give their men.
	“I-I don’t know, Leeann, this—this sounds dangerous.”
	“Do you want to save our family?” Leeann quipped back.
	Ben was at a loss and shrugged his defense.  
	Leeann fiddled with the black box gizmo that was no bigger than the remote control device for their stereo system.  Ben sighed and waited.
	Suddenly from the EMAD a high pitched whine came, a small LCD readout flickered to life.  On the screen Ben saw a wavy line, two wavy lines.
	“Wh-what are those?” followed by, “you know how to work this thing?”
	At first his wife of whom he THOUGHT he knew didn’t answer, then,
	“This top line is the Subject’s “brain wave”; the bottom one indicates if I’ve got her or not.”
	Ben gulped.  His wife knew more than she should.
	“Is-is something wrong?” he asked sensing such.
	“I-I don’t know, maybe.”
	Apparently, the bottom line indicator wasn’t indicating, or working, or something.
	“I-I cant get a lock.” 
	“Why not?”
	“I-I’m not sure.”
	“Maybe you need to be closer.”
	Leeann looked to him, smiled and said, “Why of course!  We’re too far away!” at times, many times, Leeann was like one of those 1950s Hollywood actress; her poise, demeanor, appeal.  Even her hairstyle, lipstick, the whole bit.  Ben liked it, it was if she had walked right out of “An Affair to Remember”, “Harvey”, “Old Acquaintance”, and even the Crosby “Road” shows.  Ben and Leeann were fans of all the movies from the Silent Era up to the 1960s.  After that the movie industry kind of took a dump and flushed themselves of good-wholesome decent movies.  
	Anyways, Leeann slipped out of the car and nonchalantly made her way to the walkway.  A waist high brick barrier separated the parking lot from the shops.  Flowers and shrubs grew in planter boxes along the top of the brick barrier for added beauty.  The shops on the East wing were closed and not much in the way of lighting there was.  In mere moments Ben had lost sight of Leeann.
	He sat almost petrified in the car, this was insane.  What was she purposing exactly?  Did she actually really have an EMAD?  Barely could he make out the lone form of the teenage girl.  She WAS pretty, and he could imagine her in her underwear, and even nude.  But…

	Suddenly he saw someone waving to him.
	Blinking his eyes he stared—it was Leeann.
	Not knowing what she wanted he sat still for a moment, then he moved out of the car and made his way to her only to find her a little peeved at him.  
	“Bring the car!” she said almost angrily.
	“Oh, uh, do-do you got her?”
	“Yes! Yes, I’ve got her, but it wont last long.”
	Ben was stunned more than ever but returned to the car and pulled up closer, lights off, of course.  Leeann quickly opened the passenger side door, 
	“Help me get her in.”
	A stunned Ben nearly stumbled out of the car but moved quickly just the same coming up to the teenage girl.  From the courtyard previously he had only gotten a minor glimpse, and despite the low light conditions he could see that she really was something.  Really.
	And she was “stunned”, too.  Ben didn’t quite understand it all, but she was absolutely still—near lifeless.  She breathed but that was all.  
	“We don’t have time to dawdle, Benny!” said an irked Leeann.
	It was kidnapping, pure and simple—and Ben was a part of it.  He moved the girl into the backseat and though his hands were all over her he didn’t even think of it WHERE his hands had been.  
	It was kidnapping for sexual purposes.  Or at least that was the intention he got from his wife:  to take her home and have his way with her.  Again, it was unconscionable, inconceivable, un-fucking-believeable!
	Once inside the car Leeann checked the “device”, Ben was still bewildered to say the least.  “You’d probably better tie her hands,” Leeann said, “and her feet.” Then, “just precaution, I-I don’t know how long this thing will hold her.”
	From out of the trunk Ben fetched some bungee cords and wrapped the teen’s hands and feet, laying her down in the seat and then the floorboard, hogtying her securely.  It was then surreptitiously that he “copped” a feel of the girl’s butt.  Was he really going to “get some” from her?
	It seemed likely—but it was crazy!
	Driving very slowly Ben guided the blind Chevy out of the parking lot.  Once on the road he switched the lights back on and cruised home under speed.  How he got home he wasn’t sure, his mind was “locked” as much as the poor unfortunate in the floorboard!

	Once home the Chevy was pulled into the garage.  That wasn’t unnormal as Ben wanted to protect his Chrome Love for as much as possible.  Turning the interior light back on to “on” the interior of the Chevy was illuminated.  On the floorboard the teenage girl had “come around” and began to struggle.  She was still dazed and almost as confused as was Ben.  
	“Let’s take her to the basement.” 
	Ben looked across the car’s interior to his hovering wife over the seats; ‘who the hell WAS this woman!?’
	The basement was, however, the best place.  
	Ben wrestled with the girl who had begun to come out of her stupor, Leeann was unable to get a lock again on her mind so it was going to have to be the “hard way.”
	The bungee cords were replaced with rope and duct tape.  A rope had to placed in her mouth to keep her quiet and when she continued to come around and become more violent—it was Leeann who smacked her ass.
	Ben didn’t know what to think—this was over the top—WAY over!
	It was Leeann, too, who stripped the girl down.  
	In the basement were boxes, old furniture, never-ending-projects, baby stuff, and the typical crap usually found in a house basement.  There was a small kids’ mattress of which the bewildered captive was laid out.  The mattress was from Leeann’s parents, it was the wrong size for the kids’ bed so it was stored out of sight.
	On the bed Denise really put up a fight, Leeann rolled her to one side and smacked her thigh as hard as possible.  The girl settled out, she was shocked more than anything else.  Ben stared at the teen, he himself just as bewildered as she.
	Leeann stepped up and behind her hubby, her hands reaching around him she fondled for his manhood.  She was disappointed to find a Limpy instead of a Stiffy.
	“Maybe this will help.” and she returned to the teen, undone her jeans and pulled them half way down her legs.
	Ben stared in awe.
	“She’s not bad if you ask me.”
	Ben looked to his wife—this was too much—too much!

	Denise twisted and tried to lash out as her pants and then her panties were taken down to her ankles.  It seemed inconvincible but a woman was standing over her, pulling her clothes off.  There, too, was a man but he wasn’t doing anything—just standing by.  He seemed confused…)

	“Open your legs!” almost shouted the woman.
	In a daze Denise complied.  
	To Ben’s bewildered eyes his wife began fingering the teen girl’s pussy!  ‘wh-what are you doing?’ 
	Leeann stood up after her examination, “I think she’s a virgin, dear.”
	“Oh?”
	Leeann turned to her still stunned hubby, “Virgins are the best, she’ll be tight, you ought to like that.”
	Ben wasn’t sure if that was a slam against him or what.
	Leeann finished undressing the girl, with her hands and feet secured her clothing was just merely opened enough to reveal her goodies.  
	“Want me to leave you alone?”
	Ben stood in complete bafflement.
	Leeann stepped up to him and unfastened his pants.  Denise thrashed about on the kiddie mattress—to no avail.  Ben’s pants slid down his legs and Leeann found his cock nice and hard…

*

	He had always feared that someday while having sex with his wife, he would cum before anything actually happened.  As he lay onto the teenage girl, Denise, he did just that.  He couldn’t help it, his cock was so enthused that it sensationally “shot its wad”.  The spew spewed all over the girl’s virgin cunny.
	Ben had troubles collecting himself; his mind was on fire—so was his cock.  To the girl’s titties his attention refocused.  Feeling the heat of his body he stripped off his shirt and lay on the girl, working her bra up a little more and gripping the lovely teenage mounds.  The teen beneath him moaned (in distress) and fretted.
	Ben had some misgivings—but only for a moment, he pushed himself between the girl’s legs and began making more steady entry into her virgin sex.
	“NOOOOO!” cried out the girl.
	To Ben, though, he wasn’t sure if it was “NOOOOO!” or “OOOOOH!” as in pleasuring.  There was stiff resistance when his cock breeched passed the girl’s entrance, but a driving force busted the thin membrane and he was in.
	It was all about the fuck.  His manly manhood of nominal size rammed into the girl’s sex, filling her to capacity instantly.  The girl wriggled, her nipples perked up, her body undulated uproariously…

	Ben went at it for more than when he went at it with his wife; he’d pull out and hump the teen’s twat, grind hard against her poon then slam himself back in for a minute’s worth of sincere-severe fucking.  He settled down to suckle on the tender mounds, continuing to pump his fill until the finale.
	The apex of his lust was met with much revelry; making love to his wife was sensational, sure; but humping the likes of the fourteen year old was moreso.  Tight pussy and age had a lot to do with that…
	Denise’s eyes fluttered as she, too, was brought to the brink of extreme ecstasy.  But there was more soreness and pain involved rather than pleasure.  It was her first fuck.  She lay in a pool of sweat with her cunny seething in between pleasure and extreme tenderness.
	Ben lay in a heap, how long he had fucked he didn’t know, didn’t care.  It was good.  His cock, like the teenage girl’s pussy he had fucked, was sore.  (but it was a GOOD kind of sore)  He knew, he knew—he had to do that again.
	And again…
	And again… …

*

	“So, how was she?” Leeann wanted to know.
	Ben was in a swathe of sweat; and he found, too, that his cock hadn’t died out like it normally did after fucking his wife.  
	“It was good, not bad (not bad at all.)”
	“Go shower,” his wife said, “I’ll go clean her up.”
	Ben’s mind was still in a furor about it all but obeyed his wife and trotted off to their bathroom.  Leeann made her way down into the basement…
	Captive Denise had managed to wriggle herself off of the mattress but with her hands and feet still bound she wasn’t going anywhere fast.  Leeann came to her, pulling her up and positioning her across the mattress that was lain across what had been a bed-making project started by her husband.  A swift smack to the girl’s tender ass brought the struggling Denise to a quick halt—mostly she was stunned.
	“Now you settle down, missy,” Leeann said using her “Mommy” voice, “or you’ll get more of the same if not worse!” and another swat came just as swift and just as hard to make the point.
	Denise twisted her body and groaned her displeasure.

	“Listen up, now, you behave yourself; you are going to provide for my husband, I want him to have a good time with you and when he’s finished we’ll let you go.  Understand?”
	Denise did not understand.  She was highly confused.  She lay across the bed weeping.

	In the shower Ben lathered up in cold water.  His mind whirled in a tornado of bombastic proportions.  He had always known that he would never-ever-ever-ever understand his wife, or any woman for that matter.  He also knew that though he was the man of the house, he wasn’t in charge.  It used to bother him and at times it still did, but he was—stuck?
	No, that wasn’t the proper use of the situation.  He loved his wife, he loved his children.  So what if his wife made more money than he did?  he did alright, their incomes combined to make a nice life for themselves; he had his car projects and she didn’t bother him about it.
	After rinsing off he stepped out to find that his cock was still amazingly hard.  Not as hard as it had been when schluffing its way into the teenage girl in the basement.
	Teenage girl in the basement.
	He gulped.
	Kidnapping.
	Kidnapping for sexual purposes.
	Rape, assault, and God only knew what else was to come.
	He sighed deeply, maybe it was dream.
	Yeah, that’s it—it’s a dream…

	It wasn’t a dream.
	Leeann found her dear hubby sprawled nakedly on their bed, his cock amazingly at full mast.  She shed her own clothes and glided across the floor to their bed.  Ben was deeply sleeping, worn out.  Lightly she gripped his prick and stroked it.  Ben continued sleeping.  Leeann smiled and lightly ever so lightly as possible went down on the masterful cock.
	Ben never stirred.
	Leeann smiled and griped her hubby’s cock, squeezing it at its base.
	Nothing.
	She fondled his balls but held off fingering his dirt chute.  
	Ben slept on soundly.

	Leeann a little frustrated, but intrigued, “mounted” her slumber hubby, sliding her hot quivering snatch down onto his cock.  As her furry poon slid down her lover’s pole, he awoke.
	“What the--”
	His mind still befuddled his immediate actions were slow.  But then he recognized his loving wife.  His eyes fluttered as his cock filled the woman’s cunt.  She said nothing, he said nothing; his hands came to her hips and glided about methodically.  Leeann smiled to him and slowly lay upon him.
	“How was she?” she had to ask.
	For a moment he was at a loss and struggled to comprehend what was said.  Then, “Oh, uhm, good--”
	“Better than me?”
	Think fast, rabbit, “No one is better than you!”  good choice.
	‘Good choice.’ She smiled to him and they locked lips.
	A tumultuous romp in the bed undisturbed by young’uns erupted thereafter that lasted until the wee-wee hours of the morn.

**

	He sighed; the far left sprinkler was still out of sync with the others.  A whiff of the neighbor’s cat shit drifted in thru the window.  The sound of Mr. Wilkens coughing and sputtering wasn’t a good sound, one of these days his 80 year old heart was going to explode.  But later on that same day he’d be out on his porch in his pajama bottoms drinking a beer and smoking another cancer stick.  Oh well—that was his life.
	Ben’s was one of confusion.
	He smelled bacon.  That helped.  Some.  With another sigh he turned his aching head to see the clock, 7:30.
	“Shit.” He bitched, he had to get to work soon; Mr. Peter’s wanted those reports done by the 10AM meeting and Ben was only partially finished preparing them.  Fondling his balls he found himself (and how!) with a partial erection.  
	Suddenly the image of the teenage girl filled his mind.
	Fuck Mr. Peters!
	Blinking his eyes as hard as possible he tried to get a grip—not just to his dick, either.  What had happened—had it happened?  

	“Ah, there you are sleepy head!” spoke his wife.  She came into the bedroom smiling wearing her day clothes.  “Must’a wore you out!” she chortled.
	“Uh, yeah, sure, uh-huh.” was his feeble reply.
	“You got work today, don’t you?”
	Ben swung his legs off the bed, yawned, stifled ripping a narly butt blast, and stared down to his willy.  ‘what the fuck happened!?’
	“Better get your shower, I’ve got breakfast--” and she went on and on about the Day’s Events; something about her parents taking the girls to school, something about the Milkesons and dinner and something-something else about the girls’ school and teachers and meetings and …
	Ben’s mind was on other things.  
	The basement.  He wanted to go into the basement but there wasn’t time, he had to get to work.
	“Don’t worry,” cooed Leeann, “she’ll still be here when you get home.”
	Ben gulped.  ‘oh shit!’

	His powerful presentation report was a little lacklustered, but by the End of the Business day he was still employed.  Scurrying home he saw several “other” Subjects, Targets of Opportunity.  It was still difficult to fathom-comprehend-accept; but for the sanctity of the family, for the good of the family, he had to screw young teenage girls.
	And his wife was not only OKAY with it, she was helping!
	At home he found his lovely wife waiting for him; messages from friends, the girls again at her parents’ house, and a special part he had been waiting for had finally come in.
	“She’s waiting for you.” Leeann cooed after Ben had kicked off his shoes, ditched his tie and near sexually fondled the specially delivered chrome emblem that would fit onto the Chevy.
	“She?  Waiting?  Who?  Where?  What?  Huh?”
	“Don’t be a dope!” Leeann bitched.
	Ben’s heart began to pulse.  ‘oh.’  All day he had been waiting, lusting.  All day he had battled with his mind—had it even happened?  Was there a fourteen year old girl—a fourteen year old NAKED girl tied up in his basement!?  
	His breath was near taken away as the sudden realization filled him.  Down into the basement he traipsed—and wasn’t prepared for what he saw.

***

Never saw this coming…
	Presentation—its all about presentation.  Or was that penetration?
	In the basement fourteen year old Denise Carpenter lay nakedly stretched over one of those springy horses for children.  Her legs were splayed out wide with the ankles tied to the frame of the springs; her arms/wrists the same.  Ben struggled to breath and felt for a moment ill, a knot formed in his stomach—then his cock near busted out of his pants as his eyes focused on her dainty darling little ass.
	Trembling hands danced about the girl’s ass, squeezing the cheeks and prodding the virginal anus.  Denise twisted and sputtered “NOOOOO!” which only caused her Assaulter to smack her bare ass.
	And he liked it.
	Try as he might he tried very hard not to enjoy spanking his children—and he didn’t know exactly what it was exactly that turned him on.  The spanking itself, the bare ass, the youngness of the children being spanked?  As a child himself he had been bare assed spanked, up until he was even nine years old—bent over, pants and underwear down, his Dad whipping his ass with a belt.
	Thing was, though, eventually he got to like it—he be damned himself to cry or show emotion so he thought sexual thoughts—he got a boner instead of shedding tears.  It only pissed his old man off and the man had to stop lest he kill his only son.  Ben himself would trot off somewhere secure and beat off while rubbing his tenderized ass.
	He lashed out to Denise’s ass, striking it not so hard but with the loving hand he applied to his daughters.  As Denise thrashed about more Ben became strangely more (and more) aroused.
	“Why don’t you use this?” 
	Leeann’s voice startled him near out of his skin.
	“HOLY SHIT!  DON’T DO THAT!”
	Leeann smiled and handed her petrified hubby a belt.

	She screamed, she twisted as much as she could pressed against the bouncing spring horse; her ass was inflamed with the reign of swats—she had come to the point whereas she couldn’t stand it.  She was unable to speak or scream any further and finally the man beating her stopped.
	Whether he stopped because he was tired out or she was actually bleeding or he had come to his senses she didn’t know—didn’t care, so long as the bastard stopped.

	But her torment had only come to a pause for a moment.  A new assault came moments later…
	The man stepped up behind her thrusting his fingers into her puckered virginal asshole.  Denise would have screamed “NOOOOO!” again, but her throat was sore from all her deafening screaming prior.  The man rammed his fingers into her crapper, wriggled them about and it seemed as though he were using the whole hand!
	The hand would have been preferable to what came nextly…
	Leeann stood close by her naked sweaty husband as he guided his manhood into the unfortunate teen.  The girl no longer screamed, she couldn’t; she sputtered and coughed but had reached that particular goal of endurance.  Leeann parted the girl’s cheeks and watched in awe as inch by inch her hubby made full anal entry.
	Of course, Ben didn’t have the masterful cock his best friend Jed had, seven inches.  And Ben’s cousin Ham had a “bone” that was eight inches of pure pleasure.
	Uh…and how exactly did Leeann know of these two men’s extraordinary schlongs?
	Oh…uh, she read it somewhere.  Yeah, that’s it, she read about it in “Extraordinary Cocks of the Lame and Retched”.
	Ben pumped the girl’s ass, sending every inch of what he had into her tight chute.  A fire storm erupted thru the young teen’s body, specifically her pussy area.  She tried jerking her body away as the invading prong in her hole reamed her sending her into another world of mixed emotions.
	She screamed again, her voice deep and raw, as the forced cock transferred from her asshole to her cunt. It was like a ring of fire burning up her cunt.  Her wail petered out into a grunt as the man forced himself all the way into her, his hips slamming painfully into her tenderized ass.
	Leeann fingered the gooied asshole and when Denise fussed she was  smacked hard against her bared ass.  Earlier in the day when Denise found herself being stripped of her clothes and then secured over a kid’s play horse the woman had spanked her; she had left only to return minutes later with some sort of “object”, it was rammed unceremoniously into her asshole—repeatedly.  The woman scornfully warned her (Denise) to behave “—or I’ll shove the whole God Damned vegetable garden in your ass and LEAVE IT THERE!”

	Denise wriggled, it was an natural thing to do that couldn’t be helped.  Leeann stuffed the girl’s anus with a 8-inch small diameter zucchini adding to an already mounting pressure filling her body.  Black clouds filled Denise’s mind with brilliant flashes of searing light. 
	The wispy fluttering grew into an insistent buzzing sensation that spread throughout her body.  Her breasts jiggled and seemed overly sensitive; her nipples were swollen as the sensation in her young body grew stronger; behind her more powerful thrust there was into both her anus and vagina causing her body to involuntarily hump against the horse.

	Leeann caressed her husband’s ass as he pounded his cock into the young teen’s cunt; his balls slapped and sweat drenched him—he seemed to be enjoying himself.  Leeann, too, though, had to admit that the whole affair had incited something strange within her, as well—strange unnatural feelings…
	Denise’s  pussy spasmed time and time again, sending jolting shocks of pleasure through her stunned mind, drawing an inarticulate yell of pleasure (or pain?) from the man behind her.  He gripped her ass flesh and pinched hard as he drove his cock into the depths of her crevice.
	He was cumming.
	She shook and trembled all over reeling in the intense pain in her asshole and pussy that was mixed with pleasure she couldn’t deny.  Waves of pleasure rolled through her; the man’s cock inside her didn’t soften but remained steadfastly hard.  It pumped, pulsed, and throbbed as it shot massive wads of cum, wave after wave of hot pecker juice exploded into her cunny with a great deal coming out along the man’s shaft, coating his balls and dripping onto the floor.

	He stumbled backwards but managed to regain himself, he plopped onto the kid’s mattress and sat staring in awesome awe at the teen girl’s ass, her cum dripping cunt, and his wife working a vegetable in and out of the girl’s rectum.  This was too much—too much!
	His cock was sensitized, overly so.  Even banging his wife hadn’t ever brought him the incredible sensations he was feeling.  They weren’t subsiding, either.  Sweat slathered his body, his heart pounded strong and his balls tingled.
	“Are you done?” Leeann asked of him.
	He shook his head, indicating that he was exhausted.
	“Ooooh, poor baby, cant take it, huh?” it was a slam against his prowess abilities—or inabilities.
	Ben stood and wobbled his way back up to the luckless teen, spanked her ass using his own cock, then began running his hands up and down her sides.  Leeann clutched his balls and guided his Mr. Stiffy back into the girl’s funky smolder hole.
	Denise grunted in pain as the man forced himself further into her; her body riding on a razors edge of pain and lust; her clit buzzing angrily as her body seemed to be torn apart—expanding even more so as he stretched her ass wider with his cock.
	“Uhg! Oh God!  Nooooooo!  Uhg! Oooooooh!   YESSSSSsssss!   Uhg!.” she grunted in time to his thrusts as her rapist fucked her ass with the full length of his masterful cock.  The pain increased, blending in with lust that she didn’t understand; but upon reaching the plateau of extreme ecstasy there were sensational spikes towards a peak of overwhelming--unbearable state of incompletion.
	Denise felt him jerk her ass back against him, holding himself there as he filled her with his love cream.  Her young body was as tight as a bowstring; every muscle, every fiber of her being thrumming as if it had been just plucked, every nerve on tingling with fire.
	The cock popped out of her ass, leaving a gaping hole the size of a half dollar.  Her pussy was swollen and drenched with her own undeniable juices; throbbing with pleasure and pain.  Her breasts tingled, too; they felt like they were ready to burst and she couldn't stop shaking.
	
*

Decent into horror
	She reacted instinctively, trying to pull back, but the hands were too strong, too insistent.  She gagged once as she felt his cock head stab against her throat; she gagged again and again as the full length of the horrid cock  slid down her throat.  She knew that it had been in her pussy, her asshole, her pussy and asshole again—now it was in her mouth.
	There was a woman present, holding her head back and barking to her to “behave” or it’ll be worse.  How much more could it be worse? Denise wondered.  Her young teen mind was in a furor and she could only deal with one thing at a time.
	Her nose rested against the man’s pubic hair; her whole body shook uncontrollably—mostly with fear.   When she began to retch the woman barked even stronger, “If you puke on him you’ll eat it!”

	This didn’t help and cause the hapless girl to very nearly vomit anyways.  She tried to dislodge the cock from her throat; her nostrils flared and her throat spasmed and she felt like she was going to throw up, but she managed to hold the bile that was rising in her throat down with an enormous effort of will and stilled her breathing heavily through her nostrils.
	Her slender body humped uncontrollably against the spring play horse; the sensations assailing her body overwhelming.  The sudden presence of the man’s cum began to spew down her throat; lights danced before her eyes and then turned to a blur.  Her whole body tensed as it seemed like small, clawed animals scratched along her every nerve as she climaxed, too.

	Leeann diddled the girl’s cunny, working the cock-like vegetable in and out of the restrained girl’s cunt and asshole.  As Ben fucked the girl’s mouth, Leeann worked the cuke to where it almost disappeared into her asshole!  
	Denise continued to fret; it was an uncontrollable response to what was happening to her.  The man’s hands pressed her face painfully against his groin and she felt his cock jerk in her throat--a warm sticky fluid coated her throat as he moaned above her.  
	She knew what had happened.  It grossed her out.  Her throat spasmed to swallow it and forced more from the tip of his cock--it seemed like it would never end.  Slowly the cock stopped jerking but it didn’t soften.  The man pulled his freshly cleaned prong out and began humping her pretty face squirting another load onto her face and hair.

	Her breath shot explosively from her nose as the man’s balls pressed against her face.  Behind her the woman reamed her hole with the “object”, driving it DEEP into her to the point where it was very uncomfortable.  Then, it was left there while another “object” was inserted like a cock into her cunny.  The act sent jagged shards of pain through her anus and cunt which only drove her to greater heights of unknown lust. 
	The ability to hold of vomiting was hard to hold back, her stomach was rolling and she felt the bile coating her throat and excess saliva was in her mouth.  Every time the man’s pelvis slammed into her face she quivered.  With desire?  She couldn't take it any more; it was too much.  She began to move her hips, bucking the object(s) that were in her body.
	“YESSSSSsssss!” she sputtered.

	Everything seemed to explode at once as lights danced before her cum soaked eyes. Unbearable pleasure rocked through her sending her body spasming uncontrollably; her cunt sucking and gasping and roiling with her ass in ecstatic orgasm.  Her pussy quivered and was fingered furiously by the woman.  The man either was aware or not, it didn’t matter, he continued humping her face squirting wad after wad onto her pretty face.
	Leeann’s fingernails dug deeper into the girl’s clit; being a woman herself she could tell that the teen was experiencing (and enjoying) a tumultuous orgasm beyond the scope of what could possibly be measured.

****

Night Ventures
	At the Junction Hwy 14 Ben made a slow sweeping turn off of Hwy 51.  The great grumbling rumble of the powerful powerplant under the hood of his Chevy pleased him.  Leeann’s handiwork on his exposed cock pleased him, too.  Since the adventure had begun with the teenage girl, Denise, Ben’s cock hadn’t died out once!  As they drove thru the bleak night just after midnight to a destination only Leeann knew of, Ben’s cock was worked steadily by Leeann’s hand.
	In the floorboard behind them lay the crumbled heap of a well fucked Denise Carpenter.  She slept soundly, nakedly, and mindlessly.  After Ben had filled her three holes to capacity, he was done—with her.  He had spanked her, peed on her, spanked her some more, and then fucked her silly and he himself as well.
	“What’ll we do with her now?” Ben asked up innocently not really knowing.
	Leeann didn’t know, not right off.  They showered and rested all of an hour before Leeann woke her satisfied hubby, “I’ve got an idea.” Only this and nothing more!
	Denise was “rinsed” off, douched, and tussed up again and placed into the car (again).  She wept for awhile but after the first hour had fallen off to a deep sleep.  Ben had little idea where he was going, his wife gave directions as they came to certain highways, worked his cock, and that was that.

	A few miles down the road from the junction turn another turn came to be—the lone desert road led out to the mining town of Jaxburg.  It was a mining town still in operation, gold was still in “them thare mountains” and crews worked it and lived in the two small towns in the area.

	Jaxburg and Randellburg were the two lone desert towns, both were tourists havens and were miles from other civilized towns.  Ben gently powered the massive Chevy down the road, bright lights on.  It was high desert with rolling rustic hills all around and no other vehicles anywhere.
	“There’s something up ahead,” Leeann said ceasing her jerking off Ben’s cock.
	“What?” he didn’t see anything.
	“It’s a pullout, a wide spot, a lone tree.” She explained scanning out the windshield intently.
	Ben slowed and peeled his eyes to the left side landscape.  There was no moon but a jillion stars kinda helped with the light scheme.  There was some concern, some nervousness.  What was Leeann up to?  What was she planning?
	“THERE!” Leeann shouted.
	It WAS a pullout, a big open space off the one side of the road.
	There, too, was a lone tree—a big leafy thing with seemingly guarding some sort of structure.  The structure was actually below ground, a power sub-station encircled by a high chain link fence.  There were steps leading down to a small open space, then a well secured locked door.
	Not a soul was about, no cars, no lights, no campfires, no flying saucers.  All was quiet and still with only a slight chill in the air—but it WAS 3AM.  Denise was hustled out of the car, her hands and feet remained bound and she was pushed up over the fence.  As she struggled to stand up in her confusion she went tripping down the steel stairs.  
	Using a powerful spotlight from the car Ben shone it on the naked teen.  She had hit her head but was moving.  There was blood and Ben feared she had gotten herself a concussion.
	“All the better,” Leeann said, “makes her less likely to remember correctly what’s happened to her.”
	‘Or us.’ Ben said to himself.
	“We go home now?” he asked aloud.

	Almost, not quite.  At the junction that segued onto the main highway the went thru the mountains and then to their home an hour away Leeann suggested that they make for the desert town along the highway.  It was more popular; there was major truckstop train hub (non-passenger), a mining operation of borax, salt, and other assorted minerals; it sat on a major thoroughfare of tourists heading up and down the state north and south as well as east and west.

	At a restaurant not involved with truckers Ben and Leeann had morning breakfast.  Afterwards at the payphone they placed a 911 call and gave information on where to find a nude fourteen year old girl.  Leeann sprayed the phone receiver with alcohol then wiped it down.  Ben was astounded—Leeann had come prepared.
	Mostly, Leeann watched too many gumshoe movies…

	Half way back home and Ben had to pull off the road (for a pee.)
Leeann came out to join him, she stripped off her clothes and stood with her legs apart wide pissing up a storm.  Ben finished his piss and then watched/listened his wife going.  Moments afterwards Leeann found herself sprawled out on the very warm hood of the Chevy having her brains fucked out.
	They did it on the hood, then on the ground rolling in the “puddles” they had just created, then out into the desert sand, then in the backseat before their inflamed lust subsided—long enough for them to coast on home.
	Once home their lust put them in the shower where Leeann sucked off her hubby’s cock much like the teenager they had had in their basement.  Then, they retired to their bed—only to be interrupted at the pivotal moment when Leeann’s parents brought the chit’lins back home…
	But wait!  There’s more!

The Missionary Position
	At nearly seven thousand feet the air was crisp, clear, and most of all—clean.  The pines and cedars were thick and the sanctity of it all was astounding—breathtaking.  A red fox was spotted, along with a woodpecker pecking away somewhere high up in the knotty pines.  Walking thru the woods was like listening to a cacophony of a woodsy symphony; a pre-concert to begin with, the tuning of a gathered orchestra of sorts.  A sort of odd syncopation with a cardinal taking up the opening bar; calling his wife who answered across the meadow.
	Other members of the orchestra began to play in, a robin trilled in the birches by the creek sounding out her version of a viola.  The morning doves nestled out of place but there nonetheless in the sunlight meadow gave their voices much like cellos.
	And of course there were the blue jays, the squawkers and talkers of the woodsy symphony; they were actually quite charming in their self-righteous yet boisterous ways.  It gave cause to wonder of a musical riddle, did they play brass, or more of a bass fiddle?

	Starling by the where the boulders massed added jarring noises; grackles screeched like the hinges of brass (doors).  Only the hermit thrush from the berry bushes seemed to be in perfect pitch giving his all like a lone hobo belting out his song like on a solo oboe.
	Not to be outdone was the wood thrush, a singer singing alto.
	Squirrels and chipmunks, deer, skunks, and the lone fox all came to listening to the woodsy symphony.  The sounds of people, though, dispersed the orchestra and audience leaving on the serenity of the majestic setting.

	A family van came to park facing the meadow.  The van’s occupants remained inside until the dust from the dirt road had settled, then they quickly scrambled out to take in the beauty.  There were six of them, three girls of various ages and one boy, of a single age.  There, too, were their parental units, one of each with one a year older than the other.
	A nice family, the oldest was tall, getting the “tall” gene from her Daddy who was also “tall.”  But she had the blond hair gene from her mother.  The other children had the dark hair gene—from their Daddy.
	The Daddy and Mommy brushed shoulders with the Daddy using binoculars to see the sights.  There weren’t much to see, however; rocks, trees, a lone lizard.  The kids made for the meadow—where there was water there would be kids.
	“Be careful!” called out their Mother, “don’t fall in!  Don’t get wet, please don’t--” her tall husband gave her a scornful look and she shut up mothering.
	Judy Mission took her time, looking over the rocks and trying to see if there were anything of interest.  There wasn’t really, just a serene meadow in the midst of a lot of trees and big rocks.  It was okay, but just okay.  She’d much rather be with her friends, at the Mall, scoping boys and listening to free music in the Mall’s central courtyard—and scoping boys.
	Fourteen year old Jolene watched as her twelve year old dopey brother straddled the narrow creek.  Despite it being narrow she knew that the dopey boy was going to fall in.
	And he did.
	Ten year old Jennifer nearly fell in, too, she was laughing so hard.
	Big sis Judy was quick like a rabbit hoisting her soaked brother out of the creek; it wasn’t particular deep but it was cold (at near 7,000 feet it was damn cold.)  

	At the van their Mother gave both the boy and her hubby contemptuous looks.  The Daddy merely smiled, ‘they’re kids, he’s a boy; it’s what boys do!’
	The Mother looked unhappy, and angry.
	The Daddy gave a look to his eldest, ‘take care of him, will you?’
	Judy nodded and escorted her soaked to the skin brother to the van.
	The Daddy and Mommy moved a ways from the van.
	The side door of the custom family van opened and Judy entered there in while soaked to the skin Jason began stripping off his wet clothes.  When he was nude he began wringing out his clothes.  He also began to shiver.  His sixteen year old sister emerged from the van with a fresh set of clothing and a towel.  She began to dry him off and neither seemed embarrassed about the situation whatsoever—not even when the girl dried his naughty bits!
	To one side of the meadow the girls Jolene and Jennifer followed a natural nature trail. “Hold up.” Jolene called, “I gotta pee.” Jennifer giggled, blushed some, and turned to see where the rest of the family was.  Jolene unfastened her jeans and squatted.
	As she peed, she farted, too.
	Jennifer giggled all the more and watched ecstatically as her sister urinated.  A tingling sensation there was to her young ten year old cunny, she gouged her hand to it and did a little dance on the trail as well.  Jolene finished and then realized that she hadn’t brought any toilet paper with her.  Some handy-dandy leaves there were nearby and so she used them to wipe her cunny.
	Thereafter she pulled up her clothes and scraped the dirt with her foot to cover up where she had puddled.  The girls went on.

	By a great rock John and Jacqueline embraced with Jacqueline nestled into her hubby. John snuggled her, mindful of where his hands were, and where the children were.  He could just see Judy’s head bobbing about at the lee side of the van; Jolene and Jennifer were just in sight, too.  All was well.
	With the kids somewhat occupied, John tried his luck at “friskiness”.
	Jacqueline quickly quelled his intentions by holding his hands still, keeping them from copping a feel of her breasts.  (she was unable, though, to do anything about the “uprising” behind her… (figure that one out for yourself)
	John, apparently realizing his lustful pursuits were being nipped guided his wife to the edge of the meadow; it was serene, picturesque, and quiet.  Again, John attempted lustful pursuits…

	And again, he was denied.
	Undaunted, John guided Jacqueline up the small hill nearby the meadow.  The girls could be still be seen romping in the meadow.  Judy’s head could be seen at the side of the van.  John attempted his ploy again, but being a little more aggressive.
	“JOHN!” almost shouted his wife, “We cant do it here.” ‘you horny little bastard!’
	John, though, was in ‘I want it NOW’ mode and began caressing his somewhat domineering wife; squeezing her ass and trying for a backdoor assault to her crotch.
	Surprisingly she was not objectionable and John moved behind her and began undoing her jeans, working one hand up under her shirt to maul her breasts.  His cock was rock hard and it pressed against her tight ass.  Jacqueline had been taken from behind before; two of their four children had been conceived from a “backdoor” assault.
	Just as John had her pants undone and his cock out, 
	“JOHN!”
	it was a shout not of distress and alarm.
	John looked across the meadow area where their van was, and two of their four children (the ones conceived via the backdoor banditry) to see a stranger coming along.

	From the onset he looked crazed, sleezy, and one not to be trusted.  John and Jacqueline quickly hustled their way to the van to intercept the stranger.
	“Hi there!” the wiry man said, his clothes were disheveled and he beheld a curious odor.  Three or four days of beard growth, uncombed/unkempt hair that was coarse jet black hung loosely about his shoulders and then there were his eyes.
	His eyes seemed to be of no particular color but gray.  
	He stood about six foot and no more than 180 pounds.  
	Jacqueline couldn’t remember if she had seen his face on Wanted or Suspected posters or not but she knew that he was dangerous.
	She was right of course…
	Young Jason Mission stood petrified; his pants and underwear at his ankles while behind him was the stranger holding a large blade to the boy’s  testicle sack.  A few feet away at the van was Judy, petrified herself.  She looked pleadingly to her parents as they came hurriedly to the scene.

	“Gather your children.” the stranger said.  And although he seemed not be equipped with any “devices” of any one sort, his words forced them to call out for the wandering offspring, Jolene and Jennifer.  Of course, with the man having their son’s testicles resting on a great hunting knife there was that, too.
	The stranger wore an off-white shirt that was only partially tucked it.  It was some two-three sizes too big for him; his brown pants, too, seemed awkwardly off-sized.  Then there were his shoes, one was an old well worn out dress shoe while the other was a well worn out deck shoe.
	He was thin, not too tall, not very weighty, and had sunken eyes--sunken cheeks.  He looked strange, smelled stranger.  His teeth, too, weren’t too clean but it was those eyes—those gray eyes that unnerved Jacqueline the most.
	When Jolene and Jennifer finally arrived the stranger smiled.
	The girls were horrified and clung to their Mother.
	“Do as I say and you can go home.” The stranger said.
	“What do you want?  Don’t hurt us, do what you want to me, but--”
	“SILENCE!” the stranger shouted, “Enough of your rabble.” The stranger licked his lips and stared at the girls, feasting his eyes onto the oldest, Judy.  
	“Take off your clothes.”
	Jacqueline fainted.

*

	When Jacqueline came to, she was being held by her husband.  Across from her was her young son still in the clutches of the madman; the madman still with the hunting knife nestled up against her son’s bared testicles.  Up by the van was daughter Judy, topless.
	She stood trembling in wet pants, her fear was high but so was her concern.  She stared at her brother; he stood in absolute petrifaction.  The stranger had a strange wicked look about him.  She knew best not to deny him—whatever he wanted.
	Whatever he wanted…
	“Take ‘em off!” the man said aloud.
	Judy stared in awe, she trembled and shook in unknown fear.  Her parents were beside themselves (literally).  There was nothing that they could do—the strange wicked man had control (and he weren’t using no EMAD, neither!)

	Slowly Judy peeled down her wetted pants.  Just her pants.  She knew it wasn’t enough and wouldn’t be enough.  The wicked man looked to her smiling wickedly, leering, almost lusting.  Her parents were pleading but a nasty glare from but them in their place.  They watched their daughter slid her pants down, followed by her very wet panties.
	John Mission closed his eyes tightly, clung to his wife and began praying.  Praying.  That was what he did—a lot; it was his business as he was a bona fide certified “missionary” preacher.  
	But curiosity opened his eyes—his sixteen year old daughter was naked, just stepping out of her clothes.  She turned to position herself, placing her hands inside the van on the floor.  Then she spread her legs wide.  Then she pulled a cheek open to expose her naughty bits to the strange-wicked man—and her little brother.
	The boy although in peril stared at his sister’s bare ass, her crack and fur burger.  He got wood.  His young pud had already been somewhat stiff before the strange man had come upon them…
	Terrified Jolene and Jennifer were hit up next—told to strip off their clothes by the strange-weird man.  Neither girl could rightly comprehend the command, they heard the words but the comprehension failed them.  The stranger looked leeringly to the girls’ father, “tell ‘em or I’ll slice ‘em.”
	And though the man’s broken syntax was so, John Mission understand that if he didn’t convey earnestly to his daughters the man’s desire, he’d slice Jason’s balls off.
	Still, though, Jolene and Jennifer had troubles undressing (themselves.)
	“Fine then,” said the man, “YOU take ‘em off.”
	John didn’t quite get the man’s meaning; to take HIS clothes off or take off his girls’ clothes?
	John licked his lips nervously; the strange man stared him down; Jennifer pissed her pants.  Through the stare, John got the message—‘take off your daughters’ clothes.’
	Jacqueline stared wonderingly at her husband as he left her and made way to the girls.  Jolene cringed in anticipation.  Her father cooed to her and then undressed her…

	Laying out inside the van with her father undressing her from the side, the strange-weird man smiled as he watched the girl’s panties come off her lovely young legs.  With his free hand he caressed the young boy’s ass, digging his fingers into the boy’s crack, probing the boy’s tight anus.
	Cameron smiled, leered, lusted, and enjoyed…

	After she was rendered nude she stood trembling (and peeing still) beside her big sister.  Just a trickle of pee dripped from her furry snatch, she was fourteen and had quite the lovely body; full supple breasts, hourglass shape to her frame, lovely hair, nice ass.  
	Jennifer struggled as she was led to the van, “Nooooo, Daddy, please!” she wailed.
	“JOHN!” almost screamed Jacqueline.
	John whipped his head around, his glare was frightening but transmitted a great deal of information.  ‘if I don’t that madman is going to cut off our boy’s balls!’
	John had to give a “hand” to his young daughter, putting her into OBEY mode.  She stopped struggling and the “madman” had a finger working up into Jason’s anus—and the boy had a boner raging!

	And speaking of raging boners…
	As Jennifer’s clothes came off onto the ground, her legs forced open so as the madman could have a good looksee like he wanted, it could be seen that John Mission had wood.  Only the madman Cameron could see it and was aware of it, but…
	With the three girls nude they were presented for viewing.
	Cameron blinked his eyes slowly, smiled with a demonic sneer, licked his lips as if prepping to dine on a succulent steak.  His finger up the boy’s ass was up all the way in making the boy fidget—which wasn’t good consider the sharpness of the blade holding his testicles…
	“Your turn, Pop.” said the strange weird man.
	John looked at him, ‘huh?’
	“It’s a family thing,” the stranger replied, he wasn’t clear, but most madmen aren’t.  He cocked his head, narrowed his eyes and conveyed merely by his look what he wanted.
	John gulped, shook his head ‘no’—not ‘no, but HELL FUCKING NO!’
	Cameron smiled and with just a little twist of his finger he began jamming even further into Jason’s ass.  Of course it was thought that the boy’s testicles were being sliced.
	“JOHN!” shouted Jacqueline, “Do whatever he wants!” although she herself wasn’t quite sure.
	John in fear for his son’s privates slipped off his shirt.  That was no big deal—his children had seen him topless before.  They, too, had seen him in his undies.  And on rare accidental occasions they had seen him naked, but mere brief glimpses.

	John, though, had seen his children naked—from birth up into their modest years.  He stood in his tidy-whiteys, holding out for hope that the strange man would be satisfied.
	Of course he wasn’t.
	Jacqueline lost her breath as she watched her husband of twenty years lower his underpants.  “Oh my God!” she breathed.
	John stood with a half erection…

*

Mission impossible
	Judy stared blankly, the command she heard, everyone heard, but it didn’t register.  Slowly she licked her lips; her soft blue eyes going from the strange weird man, across the dirt to her nude father finally resting her eyes upon his half masted mast.
	There was no way.
	No way.
	No way that she could follow thru with the horrid command given to her:  ‘handle his cock.’
	“Haven’t you handle a COCK before?” asked the man boldly.
	Judy gave the man a stern look of ‘how the fuck dare you!’
	Her breath nearly taken away she struggled to respond, the whole ordeal was beyond her ability to comprehend.  
	“Play with his dick or you’re little brother will never play with his!”
	and at that instant young Jason screamed.

	John stared in awe as his teenage daughter fondled his cock.  He couldn’t even get his WIFE to fondle his cock.  He battled himself—to enjoy the pleasurable sensation or fight it and go limp.  The Mind was willing but the Body…
	Judy stroked her Dad’s member, it grew stiffer, harder, longer.  It was warm in her hand and she didn’t know what else to do but to go Up and Down, Up and Down.  She almost took a glance to her Mother, but then returned to simply watching her handiwork.
	Beside them young Jolene and Jennifer wept and sniveled.
	“Suck his cock.”
	The words entered her mind with a stinging bright light.
	There was NO FUCKING WAY she was going to suck her Daddy’s dick.  No way.  No FUCKING WAY.

	Yes way.
	A trickle of blood coated the shiny blade the madman held at Jason’s sack.  The boy had tears streaming down his face, his little twelve year old puddling was all shriveled up like after a bath or swimming.  The madman clutching him would surely follow thru with his threat, slicing off Jason’s testicles and then his dick.
	Judy felt ill, a swath of intense heat bathed her body, consuming her and making her dizzy.  All thoughts in her mind evaporated as she sunk to her knees.
	John begged, he shook his head and decreed that he would do ANYTHINH (else).  But the madman wasn’t interested in “anything else”; he wanted to see sixteen year old daughter Judy suck (off) her 38 year old Daddy’s dick.
	Down she went, her teenage lips pressing against the pulsing head.  She closed her eyes, shaking her head ‘NO’ but couldn’t bare to see her little brother’s member laying on the ground.  She gulped and engulfed her Dad’s dong.
	Jacqueline fainted (again).

	John had troubles keeping his hands to himself; he clenched his hands making a stern fist of defiance, but then yearned to roam his fingers thru his daughter’s hair.  His ass flexed and deeply did he strive to keep from slamming his prick into her mouth.
	Across the way by the wooden pole fence Jacqueline remained in a fainted heap.  That was good for John was getting off on “getting off.”
	“Fuck her face, Dad, fuck it good!”
	John stared at the man, ‘if I get my hands on you!’ not one Scripture could John summon, none of his ten years of ministry saved him.  Slowly as Judy worked her mouth down on his cock he eased it into her as well.  It felt good and he couldn’t remember the last time he had gotten a blowjob.
	Oh yes, it was Kimberly Shaven, on the night before the morning he went into the seminary; in the front seat of his Dad’s Mercury.  She had shown him her tits, peeled off her short skirt (no panties) and then worked his cock into a frenzy.  No sex, but a blowjob wasn’t sex.
	John reached that particular aspect of blowjob enjoyment where his eyes fluttered, toes curled, and hands automatically rummaged about the cocksucker’s head.  He was no longer in control of himself.  

	Daughter Judy was about the same; she had the full length of her Dad’s dong in her mouth—it was a 7-incher and the head was gouging her tonsils.  Small squirts of his jiz blasted a coating against the back of her throat—but she didn’t gag.  She didn’t gag…
	And Judy, too, was finally enjoying what she was doing—as she sucked she worked her Dad’s testicles (on her own) as well as slipped a finger to her pussy to uproarious joy her clit.  She began to make pleasing moans—whether from the joy of sucking cock, sucking her Dad’s cock, or fingering her clit wasn’t known.
	John began to shoot loads into his daughter’s mouth, it was unstoppable as gusher after gusher of intense pleasure seethed thru his loins, shooting magnificent spasms of ecstasy that seldom he ever got from other sources…
	With the last blast of his liquid love had been drawn out, Judy (on her own) sat back on her heels smacking her lips.  Her clit and nipples were inflamed, cum drizzled out the corners of her mouth; her Dad’s cum squirter shot a bit more of his precious life giving juices and on his own he masturbated, shooting the bits of cum onto his daughter’s supple breasts.
	He then fell onto the step of the van, eyes still fluttering, balls singing, cock pulsing, heart pounding.  Before him his teenage daughter sat with cum on her face and tits.  A dream cum true?
	“You’d like to fuck her pussy, wouldn’t you?” 
	John thought he’d have a heart attack right then and there.
	A blowjob from his daughter was one thing, but there was no way—NO WAY he’d ever put his dick into her body anywhere else.  No way!
	The madman merely smiled and called for Judy.
	“Come here, sweetie.”
	Judy turned to face the horrid man, her breath she could barely catch.  In her mind whirled the fact that she had not only SUCKED her Dad’s dick, but swallowed his spunk, too!
	“Suck your brother like you just did your Daddy.”
	The knot in Judy’s belly exploded into a fury of sickening waves; bile secretions coated her throat, overpower and overwhelming her Daddy’s jiz.  Her toes curled but not for sexual joy.  ‘No, no, please,’ she conveyed in her beg to the man as she met his mysterious gray eyes.  She shook her head in her plea; there was more trickling of blood on the once shiny blade and Jason was in dire peril.
	Judy crawled over on her hands and knees, her Daddy behind her (on the van step) watching her ass.  He was once more in turmoil himself—concerned highly for his son’s welfare, and aroused by his daughter’s ass.

	Jacqueline awoke and immediately vomited.  She retched and hurled (blowing chunks) and shook her head near violently trying to clear it—only to pass out again when she saw her oldest child sucking off her youngest…

	“You play with your pee-pee?” the madman asked.
	Young Jason Mission couldn’t respond—especially with his big sister sucking his “pee-pee.”  Being twelve, Jason didn’t have a masterful cock like his Daddy, did—but Judy enjoyed it just the same.  She fully engulfed the whole thang into her mouth—fingering her pussy all the while.
	She was unaware of her Daddy behind her watching her antics.
	“You suck your brother’s pee-pee before?” 
	Judy choked on her brother’s pud.  How incredulous a question he should ask.  Judy pulled back, Jason’s prick popping out of her mouth.  She couldn’t believe what he had asked.
	The strange-weird madman merely smiled—and waited for the answer.  
	Judy didn’t answer verbally, of course, the madman saw in her eyes that it was so.  He smiled, his off-colored teeth gleaming just the same even more wickedly than ever before.
	“You play with your brother’s cock?” he asked boldly.
	Again the answer was conveyed with sheer disdain.
	Thereafter, Judy was re-directed back to the rest of her family, to lay out on the ground with her legs open and to finger herself.  Her position was to be right in front of her stunned naked Dad.
	She had no choice, she was sick with fear, dread, horror, and anger.
	John’s johnson came to full life as his naked teenage daughter laid out before him, her supple legs open and her oh-so fuckable cunt invitingly displayed before him.  In his mind he knew—he knew that before it was over he’d be forced to sink himself into her.  A quick glance to his wife and John’s concern lessoned…

	Try as he might, stifling his moan of pleasure could not be silenced.  The act of receiving a BJ was good, but from his fourteen year old daughter was bad.  The pleasure of being sucked won out over all, despite who was sucking him.
	On the ground daughter Judy continued fingering herself, but as fourteen year old Jolene took up the task of cocksucking, Judy had to get on her hands and knees, ass up, and finger herself before her family.
	Jolene wept all the while servicing her Daddy.  She gagged some, retched some, and very nearly barfed, but didn’t and received a copious amount of Daddy cum moments later.
	The Daddy cum splashing into her mouth finally made her retch to the point of hurling.  Her lunch she had had a couple hours earlier all came up.  It was a downer and John was nearly sickened, too—he had never had a girl throw up on him before.
	A handy-dandy towel (that had Judy had used to dry off Jason earlier) was used to wipe off Jolene’s spew.  His own spew had gone straight down the girl’s throat…
	“Come here.” The man behind her said.
	Jolene looked pleadingly to her Daddy.  John tried to give some sort of “it’s okay” message to her, he didn’t like it any better than she.  Jolene somehow managed to “get a grip” and crawled on her hands and knees to her brother.

	There was no stifling the moan of pleasure—as ten year old Jennifer took his cock and devoured it.  Greatly he tried to contain himself, to maintain his posture, his status as a minister.  But blowjob was a blowjob!  Sure it was his daughter giving him the pleasure of a lifetime.  Sure she was only ten years old.  Sure she was pretty.  Sure she was good…
	She wasn’t an expert—but she was good.  With both hands the child gripped her Daddy’s dong and worked his organ into her mouth—all the while crying, sniveling, and gulping.  
	Try as he might, he couldn’t resist enjoying the act.  He loved his daughter that was to be sure, and he would never-never/ever-ever engage in such an immoral act (on his own.)  whether or not he had “dreams” or fantasizes was not clear or known.
	By his third child he had come to realize that it would be better go along with the hellish ordeal than to fight it—‘specially since the madman still held the hunting knife to his son’s testicles.  The blade, too, was coated in blood.
	Shutting out the image of his son he leaned back in the van and relished in the newest blowjob.  Despite being merely ten years old, Jennifer Marie Mission seemed to be very good at what she was doing.  She had more of a “technique” than did Jolene or Judy.  John didn’t care, didn’t give a shit—he laid back and humped his sweet daughter’s mouth and for the first time in YEARS had his third orgasm in the same day!

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Suck me-fuck me-make me lay down in green pastures
	“But the men would not hearken to him: so the man took his concubine, and brought her forth unto them; and they knew her, and abused her all the night until the morning.”--Judges 19:25 
	“And Adam knew his wife; and she conceived.” This is the first sexual intercourse mentioned in the Bible. 
	“And Cain knew his wife.” That's nice, but where the hell did she come from? The Bible doesn't mention any of Cain's sisters. Well, maybe he married his mom.  In any case, Cain and the mysterious Mrs. Cain have a son (another blue cigar!).  His name is Enoch and he builds a city (population 3).
	“And Adam knew his wife again; and she bare a son.” Way to go Adam! 
	“The sons of God came in unto the daughters of men” producing “the mighty men of old, men of renown.”
	The “just and righteous” Noah (6:9, 7:1) plants a vineyard, gets drunk, and lies around naked in his tent.  His son, Ham, happens to see his father in this condition. When Noah sobers up and hears “what his young son had done unto him” (what did he do besides look at him?), he curses not Ham, who “saw the nakedness of his father,” but Ham's son, Canaan. “A servant of servants shall he [Canaan] be unto his brethren.” 9:20-25 
	“And Noah awoke from his wine, and knew what his younger son had done unto him.”  What did Ham do?  Did he just look at his naked father or was there something more to it than that?  Some scholars have suggested that Ham committed homosexual rape on his drunken father, and that is why Ham's descendants were eternally punished with slavery. 
	Poor Pharaoh couldn't resist the “very fair” Sarai, and he takes her into his harem.  Sarai is the first of a long line of barren women who were desperate for children.  (In the Bible, it is the women who are barren, never the men.)  She sends Abram into her handmaid, Hagar, so that she can “obtain children by her.” Abram gladly complies.  (well who wouldn’t!?)
	God establishes his covenant with Abram:  “This is my covenant ... every man child among you shall be circumcised.  And ye shall circumcise the flesh of your foreskin.”  It seems that penises are supremely important to God. 
	Sarah, who was about 90 years old and gone through menopause, laughs at God when he tells her that she will have a son. She asks God if she will “have pleasure” with her "Lord" [Abraham], when both are so very old. 

	God assures her that he will return and impregnate her at the appointed time. 
	The two angels that visit Lot wash their feet, eat, and are sexually irresistible to Sodomites. 
	God kills everyone in Sodom and Gomorrah.  This was because, so say the Christian Right, some homosexuals lived there.
	Lot refuses to give up his angels to the perverted mob, offering his two “virgin daughters” instead.  He tells the bunch of angel rapers to “do unto them [his daughters] as is good in your eyes.”  This is the same man that is called “just” and “righteous” in 2 Pet.2:7-8. 19:8 
	Lot and his daughters camp out in a cave for a while.  The daughters get their “just and righteous” father drunk, and have sexual intercourse with him, and each conceives and bears a son (wouldn't you know it!). Just another wholesome family values Bible story. 

*

	There were 14 buttons in the vinyl ceiling; one of the interior lights were out; the film tint on the rear side window needed replacing again; were gutters clear of debris; Ms. Jones probably had his message phone blocked up with her whinning drivel; if someone brought one more egg salad dish to the monthly dinner he was gonna puke.
	His cock enjoyed incredible delights, beyond sensations he had ever had before—he had no idea that engaging in such illicit and immoral pleasure would be so good.  He trembled so, his hands clamped tightly to his daughter’s ass, his cock sliding nicely into her snug fitting quim.
	Judy herself enjoyed the illicit sex act, she moved up and down her Daddy’s cock, working her cunny and body to fully enjoy.  At the beginning when she had been told by the horrid madman to “go mount your Daddy” she had thought she would hurl like her sister Jennifer had done.
	Her Daddy, too, thought he would be sick.  
	All three girls had to lay before their naked father and fingerbang themselves—that helped the old man get a boner—again.  When he was stiff, enough, the madman spoke aloud to Judy, “go mount your Daddy!”  When she hesitated too long, Jason screamed and his testicle sac bled more.
	So Judy mounted her Daddy, guided his manhood into her cunny and “rode” him.  She wasn’t a pro, but she wasn’t a virgin, either.  She had a unique talent that she surely didn’t get from her somewhat frigid mother.  As she rode her father, her sexual lust increased—and so did his.
	He tried, he really tried NOT to become so enamored with his teen daughter, not to be so enthralled or so readily ready to enjoy the blissful few minutes of their illicit unionship.  Unable to focus on her sweet face he brought his eyes to focus on her jiggling knockers.
	Always had he fancied himself the typical “ass” man, assuming that a girl who had a “tight” ass was probably “good in the sack.”  She would have the ability to Suck, squeeze her legs about his waist and devour his johnson pro-like without being slutty about it.
	Judy squeezed her cunny about her Daddy’s dick, it filled her deliciously—it rocked her world!  She couldn’t help but get off on the ordeal; her nipples stood out and every fiber of her being tingled with delight!
	For John he found his daughter’s cunt so incredibly smooth and slick he couldn’t compare it to anything else.  Her sweet pussy felt hot and moist about his dick.  It had been years since he had seen it last; daughter Jennifer was sometimes not so modest and a bit of a streaker—racing from the hall bathroom to her bedroom naked after a bath.  A time or two he had gotten glimpses of her naked snatch—but he rarely put much thought about it.
	Reaching under Judy his hands traveled up her luscious teen body; the word “supple” didn’t cover it.  She was beyond “simple beauty”, she was plain in a way, but to John, she was quite beautiful.  He rode the crack of her cunt; pushing up into her as she rode him.  It was the “Reverse Missionary” that his wife had done to him only once, the day they were married and on their tenth anniversary.  
	Before, during, and after seminary school he had studied history whereof the Missionaries from the East came across the land to find the American Indians humping in all sorts of ways.  Those early Missionaries decreed that there was only manner of engaging in sexual intercourse and that was with the woman on her back to receive her mate.  So they sought to teach the Indians the correct way to fuck—and many of those early Missionaries got the special discount rate on their Indian Haircuts…
	John began pumping faster and faster until he was ready to explode.  There was no stopping the impending; John stared into Judy’s angelic face. Her eyes sparkled and he thought he saw lightning flashing; there, too, was a faint smile on her lips. 
	Judy’s bouncing but firm titties jiggled and as her father humped her cunt; rocking her up and down, side to side she would moan and sigh ever so softly.  It was incredible.  John began to become more enthused.  His grip to her flesh intensed as did his thrusts up into her womanness.

	It was in a trance of ecstasy. 
	She felt so wonderful against his throbbing cock.  Amazing she was so unlike her mother.  Judy was warm, her pussy so moist, so soft; he could feel her and smell her all at the same time.  She responded to his manipulations of her womanhood.  She had begun flowing; lubricating her entire sex upon his shaft.  Her audible moans told her father that she was 
completely in tune with what was happening to her body and she was enjoying it. 
 	John felt the pressure building in his balls.  Cumming off into his daughter’s mouth was one thing, but her pussy!?  His scrotum became as tight as a billiard  ball; tentively he could feel his balls filling to capacity; his cock lengthened and began to pulse with an irregular and uncontrollably surgence. 
	His daughter sensed the impending moment; her pussy muscles tightened against the invading shaft in her cunny; pursing her lips she swung her head back, arched her back and began entering into the finale of their immoral union.
	As justs of his creamy love began shooting into her she leaned back down allowing only her hips to hump.  Her firm pert breasts pressed against her sweaty Daddy’s chest.  She felt so soft and warm against, it was a long overdue “hug.”  (with a little “extra)
	John continued to slowly saw his rigid cock into his girl; Judy continued to ride the pulsing Daddy member; her silky wet gash of cunt was on fire!  Their illicit union began to increase in tempo with both partners moaning in pure unadulterated joy!
	John suddenly felt his balls constricting; his cock jumped and no longer could he control himself any longer.  He knew the moment had come—to cum.  The two locked in an incredible embrace, their bodies melding into one with Judy bringing her legs up to straddle her Daddy.
	Across the way the madman and Jason watched in utter awe.
	So did Jolene and Jennifer who had stopped fingering themselves to gawk; their young mouths hung agape at the torridness of their father and sister; they, too, were amused and finally understood the absoluteness of what “sex” was.
	John was ready to explode from the depths of his loins. Gripping his daughter’s he tightened their already tightened embrace.  Lucidly he knew that Jolene and Jennifer were right outside and saw everything that was happening.  He didn’t care.  He was at that pivotal moment of simply not caring.

	Of course, his dear wife was once more conscious and watched for a few moments; she held a hand to her tear stained face; a horrible roar of deafening noises erupted in her mind like the rumbling a great train or the horrendous sound a ship makes with its horn.
	Jolene and Jennifer stared with wide eyes as they watched their Daddy’s dick going in and out of their sister’s cunt.  And though it seemed improbable, Judy seemed to be liking it—her antics revealed to the girls that there was extreme pleasure from what was happening.
	Jolene bit her lip and casually wondered…

	Drawing his cock out of the steaming gash after the first initial explosion of lust another load even more fantastic than the first blasted hot (and sticky) up the girl’s crack nicely coating her anal hole.  Daddy John trembled all over; daughter Judy grabbed her Daddy’s squirter and jammed it back into her pussy.  Pressing her body down they continued their illicit fuck until he was “empty.”
	Judy at length sat up, panting, dripping sweat; her nipples were still pert (and sensitive.)  John tweaked each one and marveled at their shape, their feel, their texture.  His cock pulsed in her pussy…