August Moone Sagas
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 23
Cum Stories III

Wicked, just plain wicked…
	Wendy Casselburger held the EMAD in her trembling hands,
	“Hold it right there, asshole!” she bitched determinately.
	“Oh shit!” said Keeven.
	The naked white dude beside him merely smiled, wrinkled his nose, and farted.  The girl holding his EMAD shook with rage, her eyes blazing; she aimed the mind altering device to the pair of “fuckers” at the doorway virtually squeezing the black device in her hands in two.
	“Uh, sweetie, you gotta turn the Safety Button off before you use that thing.”
	“FUCK YOU!” Wendy shouted and she pressed a button.
	Nothing.
	A bit of panic came to Wendy then.  “Oh shit.” she exclaimed to herself.
	“It’s that little green sensor button,” the First Fucker said cocking his head to show her the proper button.  Then in a quick flash he reached out and snatched the EMAD from her hands tossing it outside nearly cocking Fucker Number Two as he swung his arm out.
	Wendy was grabbled and then flung into the cabin.  She went skidding and rolling, colliding with the table, toppling it and the stuff that was on it—foodstuffs and drinks and such.  Keeven fetched the EMAD and upon returning to the cabin, shut and locked the cabin door.
	For a moment while the EMAD he knew he had his chance—to be a hero.  True, he had no fucking clue as to how the Device worked, but he knew in the back of his mind that he could end it all—save the girls and be a legend.
	Yea, he could have done that…

	Cheryl Comril, Wendy Casselburger, Annie Marshall, Holly Porter, and Julie Barnsworth.  Julie was the youngest at nine, but she looked at least ten.  Annie Marshall was ten, but looked nine.  Holly Porter was twelve, she looked eleven.  Cheryl Comril was fourteen and looked thirteen.

	Only Wendy Casselburger looked and appeared her age, which was fourteen, as well.  Wendy and Cheryl were junior high cheerleaders.  All acquired from the latest trip into the city by Ben “I’m so fucking wicked” Wiccked and his sidekick, Keeven “I’m so horny” Waynes.  The girls had been transported in a seriously fucked up midsize rental car to a remote cabin locale where they had been stripped of their clothing and all else—dignity, morals, and their minds.
	The crazed white dude (Ben Wiccked) grabbed Wendy up from the floor and virtually flung her to the single bed; pinning her he barked to Julie to bring him the belt.
	Wendy fussed on the bed as she knew what was coming.
	Julie, like the other girls was horrified beyond belief, but a glaring look from the wicked man put her in motion.  Trembling and weeping she picked up the belt from the floor and brought it to the man.  In a flash he grabbed her and pressed her naked body to Wendy’s and smacked her furiously hard with the belt.
	“Next fucking time I fucking tell you to fucking do fucking something, YOU FUCKING BETTER FUCKING WELL FUCKING BETTER DO IT!” and the belt lashed the girl’s ass once more times before he flung her away.  The terrified girl curled up consoling her tortured ass while watching as Wendy suffered five times as many swats with the belt.
	By the end of the punishment the man stood, drenched in sweat.  By the hair he grabbed Wendy and forced his prick into her mouth for an incredible hump.  
	Keeven stood in quandary—the white dude was whacked—seriously.
	After a time Wendy’s mouth was filled with sticky clear liquid.  She choked and lost her breath and for a moment it was bad—her eyes bulged, snot blew from her nose and she was in a death panic.  Finally, though, it cleared and she collapsed to the floor.
	The wicked man collapsed to the floor, too.

	“I thought there was a way to make them “calm”?”
	“Yeah, yeah there is.” Ben coughed, squinted his eyes and shook his head to clear it.  For a moment he seemed “lost” and confused.  Mostly confused.  When his eyes met Keeven’s eyes he began to become less confused.
	“Know what day this is?”
	“Not a clue, Ben.”
	Ben hadn’t a clue, either.  The rental car was fucked, he’d have to make up something to clear it and justify it’s “fucked” status.  Then of course, there was his wife.
	His wife.
	She was to blame.  He would have made his flight home had it not been for her inserting the EMAD into his suitcase.  That girl at the hotel, the first batch of captives he had brought to the cabin, those kids at the motel and the old grizzled man.  Leeann was to blame for it all.
	Keeven noted the white dude a little calmer.  That was good, ‘cause Keeven didn’t know just how much more he could actually take.
	“I gotta get home.” 
	“Yeah, me, too.” Keeven said.
	But that was it.  The white dude just “sat there” on the floor.
	Cheryl, Annie, and Holly had scooted under the bed and lay close together as in some feeble hope that they would be protected that way.  Julie and Wendy lay curled up in fetal positions, with Julie by the toppled table and Wendy on the other side of the bed in a corner.
	At length Ben stood.  Keeven stood beside him.  The crazed but calm white dude sighed, toyed with his cock and stepped to the curled Julie.  Julie instantly curled up tighter and began to cry.  Ben paid her no mind and carried her like a six-pac to the bed.  When she wouldn’t unfold herself he smacked her bare bottom, “stretch out!” he barked.  Julie complied, trembling, peeing, and crying all the while.
	Ben caressed her ass which still was reddened from the abuse earlier.  Keeven stood by the sink and the EMAD.  He thought, ‘if Ben nuts up again I’ll use it.’ his eyes checked for the location of the “safety” button.
	Ben caressed the girl’s butt, squeezing the flesh and making light spanks—nothing hard.  He soon parted the girl’s cheeks and diddled her hole.
	“Come here.” he said to no one in particular.  Keeven figured it was him referred to so he made his way to the bed, 
	“Hold her cheeks open.”
	Keeven found it awkward from where he was so he had to climb onto the bed and straddled Julie’s head.  Ben put his face down between the girl’s butt and began licking her hole.  This soon led to serious anal probing with the tongue and finger.  Moments later and he was standing, straddling the girl’s nine year old butt inserting his wicked wickedness.
	Julie cried out “NOOOOOOOO!” as the presence of the monster cock was incredibly distressing.

	Not all of the monstrous 7-incher made entry, just half.  A few pumps and he was out—slapping his salami all over the girl’s ass before standing, licking his lips, cocking his head, popping neck bones and nodding his head, “ok, done with her.”
	Keeven wondered exactly what that meant.
	“You wanna do anything with her?”
	Strangely, he didn’t.  He shrugged and conveyed an indifference.  The crazed but calm white dude ripped another butt blast, scratched his balls and nodded.  
	Squatting he peered under the bed, “come out here.”
	Not instantly but there was some hesitation—but the girl’s under therein (under) did NOT want a severe ass busting for lingering hesitation.  The girls were looked over as they stood, hands behind them.  Keeven on the bed unlocked his legs from Julie, the girl rubbed her butt (and hole) then rolled up to the pillows, curling up again.
	A head nod to Annie and the frightened ten year old moved to the bed.  She didn’t know whether to lay down on her back or stomach.  The crazed wicked man gently guided her down (on her stomach.)  Like unto Julie, her ass was caressed, smoothed over, and the cheeks parted.  A few light smacks to watch the flesh jiggle; then his finger went probing into her hold making her react as she should with displayed discomfort at the uncomfortable invasion.
	With a still rock hard hard-on she was mad even more uncomfortable.  A little more than half his cock went sliding into her backdoor, the girl clenched the bedding and endured the fuck as the black boy straddled her head holding her cheeks open.
	By now, the black boy, had a raging boner and when the white dude was done and made the “offer”, he took it.  He didn’t want the girl’s asshole, though, he preferred her cunny.  Ben didn’t care and Keeven positioned himself onto the cute little albeit distressed ten year old and humped her cunt.

	Holly Porter was next, followed by Annie.  Both girls received the same treatment as Julie and Holly—with the exception of Holly who not only got probed in the ass by the crazed wicked man, but in her cunny, too.  He humped for a long while—seemingly LOST in hump action Keeven noted.  
	He finally came, though, a massive wad of strange clear liquid goo.  He made odd audible noises, too, and fell off to one side—opposite the girls at the head of the bed and lay completely and utterly spent.

*

	Again another chance, another opportunity to be a hero.
	Again, another chance, another opportunity slipped by.
	Keeven waited only a moment or so after his crazed white dude slipped off to sexual slumber before scrambling off the bed and positioning himself at the other side.  “Hold your legs back.” he told Holly.  Holly’s cunt was on fire (and coated in extreme cum.)  With trembling hands she held her legs back, arching her ass up so as the black boy could stuff himself into her hole.
	And that was what he did.
	All of it, too.
	Holly thrashed about in agony as her asshole was reamed—it finally got better but not after enduring several minutes of extreme discomfort.  When after he got his jollies and pulled out, he took her (nearly draggingingly) to the bathroom.  They both needed a shower and while shower, he fucked her mouth and cunt.
	Once his dick was nice and clean and somewhat refreshed he put Holly to her knees and face fucked her firstly, poking her nose and ears before finally shoving his black mamba into her mouth.
	“Suck it, bitch!” he called out almost angrily.
	Holly wept so but engulfed the black prong.  It grew stiffer in her mouth and she began to choke/gag as it touched the back of her throat.  Keeven pulled out to slap her face for her gagging, then wrenched her up, positioned her against the wall of the shower stall, her legs up around his waist, his fuck stick sliding effortlessly into her teen twat.

	Wendy made “sounds” but they were mostly muffled as her face was buried face down into the pillows.  Positioned on her elbows and knees, ass up, her pussy and asshole were repeatedly fucked, filled with cum, and then fucked some more.  She was also spanked, bare handed, by the First Fucker.  The Second Fucker merely humped her and then spanked her with his cock.
	When drenched inside and out with cum the First Fucker took her to the bathroom and the shower.  She peed a gallon in the shower and was re-fucked, spanked, and drenched.  There was the normal lathering up and rinsing up, but the wicked man seemed obsessed with her and nailed her on the bathroom floor—he took his time and didn’t seem as “violent” as he had been.
	Wendy wasn’t sure, her mind being so tormented along with her body, but she thought she heard or so his lips say “I’m sorry.”

	The lovemaking on the floor was enduring, the wicked man couldn’t “get off.”  He slithered his prick into her cunt, shoving it to the max and straining for several seconds.  Then it was pulled out to lay snuggly against her cunny where he strained the dick some more.
	She was also prodded in the ass during the bathroom session.
	The wicked man suckled her breasts, ran his hands up and down her body and continually schlepped his salami into her until after what seemed an hour he finally released a powerful burst of shooting goo.  The man was drained almost instantly.  He came hard with incredible thrusts into her cunny—and strive as she could, Wendy Casselburger couldn’t hold back her own orgasm.  Her arms and legs were no longer hers to control and she wrapped herself about the man, pounding herself into his body as unbelievable amounts of unique sexual feelings swarmed within her.
	Neither were capable of moving afterwards.
	They kissed passionately and near furiously, Ben’s prick still encased inside the teen girl’s tingling cunt.  Their sweaty bodies meshed and strangely, very strangely, Wendy wanted more!  The feeling she had gotten from the fuck had put her over the edge; she had had orgasms before but never had been brought to the level she had experienced on the cabin’s bathroom floor.  It very basically erased all the previous abuse she had suffered at the hands of the wicked bastard fucker.

*
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*

	Keeven pressed his hands to the discolored cracked tile of the shower enduring the incredible presence in his ass.  Did the crazy white dude’s dick get bigger?  Once, or twice before, Keeven had taken the white man’s cock up ass, once was unwilling, the second time Keeven had given himself.  The third time was willing, too.
	Afterwards, the two returned to outer room, straightened up the table and made dinner for everyone.  Ben became silent and seemed “distant.”  Keeven thought it wise to leave him the fuck alone while he was calm.  When dinner was prepared, the girls came and helped themselves.  Bu EMAD and their own good sense, they were more mindful of their fucked up situation—it was far better to MIND the crazed white dude than to hesitated and/or disobey him.
	With dinner over…
	It was back to the same regime; Chery being doinked firstly after dinner—in the ass by Ben while she slurped the schlong of Keeven.  After her came Annie who was amazingly double teamed with Ben creaming her young pussy and Keeven stuffing her asshole.  Everyone watched as the young girl was so incredibly fucked—everyone was in awe at the presence of two cocks slamming into the girl’s body at the same time.  It was mindboggling.
	An hour was needed before Ben was ready to go—Keeven needed a little more time but enjoyed holding Holly down, tweaking her nipples, straddling her face and depositing his balls into her mouth.  All the while Ben schlepped himself into the girl’s pussy.
	He didn’t fuck hard but fucked slow.  Each pump was done with an astonishing methodic slowness.  Holly moved listlessly about under Keeven who held her legs back, his black marbles completely inside her mouth—she snorted  and made muffled sounds of displeasure but otherwise accepted her fate.
	When finally at long last Holly’s quim inside and out was coated with man jiz, her torment was over.  The man who had creamed her rolled off to one side, caressing her sweating body with his eyes going up and down her in a strange manner—like he was admiring her or something.
	Keeven, too, had creamed, squirting a massive load onto the girl’s chest and stomach region.  He, too, fell to one side but didn’t caress the girl but instead lay still.  His cock ached horribly and he didn’t want to fuck again for a long time…

	Wendy and Annie got the unpleasant task of cleaning Holly’s cunt.  Cheryl retched, gagged, and nearly vomited as her task was to suck clean the man’s cock.  Julie lay curled under the table in a fetal position.

*

Morning cums anew
	It was Friday.  Or possibly Saturday, Ben wasn’t exactly sure.  He was sure that he was guaranteed years of therapy.  His psychosis would be one for the books.  He blamed his wife, still, and the EMAD.  He knew that he should toss the damn thing, dismantle it and throw it into the nearest festering swamp.
	But he didn’t.
	Instead…
	The crew was gathered and installed into the crappy oh so crappy mid sized thrashed sedan—this after it amazingly DID fire to life.  It still didn’t sound good and Ben still had no idea how exactly he was going to explain it.  One thing at a time.
	First, was negotiating himself down the precarious hill of a road and then to the blacktop.  From there he had no real idea.  Booting out the various crew members, including sidekick Keeven would be next.  Getting his butt back to the city from whence he came before the nightmare had begun over a week ago began; turning the car back into the rental place, getting a new ticket to fly back home, and GO THE FUCK HOME!
	Of course, that was the plan.
	And we know how “plans” are in this never ending epic story…

	The thrashed midsize car slowly inched its way down the rutted hill, just as it made a long sweeping narrow turn the morning sun glinted off the windshield of an upcoming vehicle.
	Ben hit the brakes to bring the car to a screeching (literally) halt.
	With the parking brake pressed near to the floor Ben scooted out of the car and made way to the corner of the hill, peering around to see who was coming.
	He nearly shit his pants when he saw a military vehicle carrying some military personnel.
	‘jig’s up, rabbit!’ 
	The midsize car barely made reverse and twice clipped the hillside, three times clipped trees on the other side—which was good ‘cause the car would have went off a steep sloping side choked full of rocks and trees.

	Once up at the top where the roads separated to go to the remotely located cabins Ben boogied the thrashed car back to the cabin, but continued off-road up a small overgrown trail that once had been a road.  Where it went Ben had no idea—and didn’t care.
	The road went up thru the woods aways at a steady incline, meandering up some five hundred feet before tapering off for a few feet, then dropping steeply down into a meadow.  At the top of this hill, the car died.  
	“Stay put.” Ben warned his crew.  “Watch ‘em.” he told his sidekick.
	The EMAD put the “crew” into calm mode.  The car was mostly hidden by the thickness of the woods, but there were still ruts indicating that a vehicle had gone into the woods.  As Ben made his way back down to the cabin he fucked with the trail, pulling shrubs and what have you to cover the tracks.
	Just as he got to the level area the military vehicle came into view.
	Just two personnel, they were clad in military garb and equipped with an assortment of military weaponry.  Ben was sure they had EMAD detectors AND preventors.  Their weapons were of the high-tech kind and space aged/science fiction type.  Not something Ben Wickked wanted to fuck with.
	The driver made a scan of the area, checked his weapon’s scanning device thing whatever and very militaristically made a few steps towards the cabin.  The passenger made steps towards the other cabin.  Ben heard radio static from vehicle and noted the portable radio equipment the two soldier’s carried on their person.
	The first soldier stepped closer and closer, his weapon primed and ready—making slow sweeps until he was virtually at the door.  He kept checking a small screen on his hi-tech weapon, Ben deduced that it had the ability to tell if there was anyone within the small one room cabin.
	The second soldier had disappeared from sight.
	There was slight worry on Ben’s part—whether or not Keeven could hold the girls should they become “uncalmed” and begin to freak out or worse cause a ruckus, break free from the car, and alert the two upstanding soldiers.
	The first soldier kicked in the door of the cabin.
	The second soldier had made an appearance, backing up the first.
	“There’s been someone here,” said a voice over the second soldier’s radio com, “a lot of someones.”
	“Hunters?” asked the second soldier.
	“I don’t think so; kids’ clothes, underwear.”
	“I’ll secure the area.”
	The second soldier began making a strong sweep of the area aiming his weapon determinately with slow precision—coming dangerously close to the slinking crazed white man slinking in the bushes.
	“The area seems secure.” spoke the second soldier.	 He had come dangerously close to where Ben was lurking, he was covered in mud (slipping down the hillside) and bear shit.  “Nothing but animals out here.”
	Ben took offense to that remark, but then again—he guessed he WAS an animal.
	“The cabin is clear.” reported the first soldier.
	“’k,” said the second, “coming in.”
	“Hang out there,” said the first, “no surprises, make sure the area is—clear.”
	The look on the second soldier told Ben two things; the soldier was pissed/disgruntled about the task; and the he was a she!

*

If
	“Coffee, sir?”
	The pleasant voice awoke him from a trance-like stupor.  Looking up he saw the pleasant face of the stewardess smiling at him with a tray of steaming coffee.  Nodding his head he accepted the offering and she went on her way—leaving Ben checking the “swish” of her butt.
	The flight was not packed, probably more in the First Class but he was Business.  There was no one in the second seat which was good, he was in no mood for “chit-chat.”  He wanted to get home, get home and STAY there!
	Out the portal window he saw landscape; green fields of some farms and meadows.  His mind was still a buzz and would take a long-long time to settle, if it ever did.  To blame Leeann, the EMAD, or himself.  Where to begin?  He had no self-control, he had stepped over the line—way over.  If his wife hadn’t of put the EMAD thing in his suitcase none of his “adventure” would have happened.  
	But if he himself would have had just a little self control…
	But he didn’t.  And that first victim at the hotel, Shannon? fell victim to his desires.  From there the nightmare express reigned supreme.  Chaos on the Devil’s Highway with his foot full throttle.  

	There were “gaps” in his adventure, what happened during that time he didn’t know.  Maybe it was for the best that he didn’t.   How much of a sicko could he be?  How dangerous?  How carried away could he get?  How much of a monster-asshole could he become?
	The plane soared above a long lake, or river, he didn’t know for sure which and was actually going along in a funk.  His mind was clouded and many “scenes” within it were unclear.  Time of events?  Sequence of events?  Nothing made sense, nothing.
	He tried backtracking, what had happened to Keeven?
	What had become of the girls?
	What of the thrashed car?
	How had he gotten a flight?  (he wasn’t even sure if he was going home!)  he wasn’t sure of anything, ‘cept that the stewardess had a nice ass!

*

	Soldier Two was Tanya Bardling, Specialist Rank 5, US Army National Guard.  After ditching her “equipment” she was much more pleasing to the eye—‘specially when her heavy Battle Dress Uniform (BDUs) fell away.
	She was in her late 20s, not very muscular, but she was a woman.  A nice pair titties, hidden behind a green tee-shirt and matching green bra.  Short auburn hair, brown eyes.  A tat of a military design on one arm, a nasty scar on the other.  
	Standing in her tee-shirt and panties she looked good.
	Then there was a blank spot (in Ben’s memory of sequence of events.)  When it picked up again she was spread eagle between a pair of saplings.  The “gray” area came in again picking up with seemingly spying on the First Soldier still inside the cabin.
	The First Soldier was a man, this was confirmed as he had his manhood out of his pants and was jacking off into a pair of discarded panties!  (Cheryl’s panties)  
	Nextly, the man was nude, handcuffed by his own handcuffs while on the bed was his partner, the Second Soldier, also nude.  Ben saw himself on top of the woman, fucking her.  Her hands were cuffed by her own wrist restraints to the bed, her legs spread out with ankles tied outward.  
	Keeven was there, too.  After Ben got off on Specialist 5 Bardling, Keeven took a turn.  Ben meanwhile rubbed the boy’s ass, clutched his slapping black balls and smacked the boy’s ass as he fucked.

	Nextly on the Sequence of Events, Tanya Bardling was on her knees, on the bed, face down, ass up.  Her ass was being beaten by the belt.  When the flesh was tomato red, Ben took up position and slammed his manhood into her asshole.  Keeven shoved his meatstick into her mouth.
	It seemed eternity, his cock straining with great effort into the woman’s tight not-too-often-fucked asshole.  His hands clutched Tanya’s ass, hard.  His balls slapped harder, his cock slammed to the hilt straining to get the orgasm that was almost there.
	Everything seemed fuzzy, cloudy in his mind and in the cabin.  There were no signs of the girls, where were they?  There was Keeven, where were the girls?
	After shooting off an amazing wad of thick goo into Tanya’s hole, Ben showered.  Keeven joined him.  While showering Keeven sucked Ben’s cock; balls, too.  Ben wasn’t sure if he had pressed upon the boy to do so or the boy had done so on his own or what.
	As they were drying, Ben saw himself stuffing the boy’s ass ONE MORE TIME.  When done, the two lay on the bathroom floor and kissed!  
	Ben’s heart pounded in his chest, his cock was hard.
	What did this mean?
	He was gay?
	Overwhelmed by passion?
	He made way down the narrow aisle to the restrooms.
	Once inside he dropped his pants and underwear and gave his cock a scolding, then a washing followed by a hearty jack off.  Squeezing his ass as he masturbated helped.  In his mind he saw faces he wasn’t familiar with—as details came he saw “uniforms”, light blue, dark blue, yellow, and red jacketed gals, women with airline symbols on their lapels.  Car rental names behind them, airline names, too.  The women all smiled to and he thought of each and every one of them naked, tied to a bed begging for him to make them cum.
	“We’ll be landing in a few minutes,” the stewardess said to him; she went on to babble about the safety procedures and Ben went on to be numb to the world.  The blanks in his “sequence of events” would have to remain, there were images and such but none made much since, so he decided to push them away and not deal with them.
	Even after landing he was still in a funk.  The presence of National Guard made him nervous, they filled the airport as much as the traveling public did!  The news of a green tornado on the outskirts of the city was big news; and for the first time the national military had defeated a group of minotaurs.

	Ben didn’t care.  He wandered in a funk out of the airport and fell into a taxi.  “Home.” he said.
	Home.
	It seemed an eternity since he had been home.
	His girls, his wife, his way of life…
	The taxi driver yapped on and on about the minotaurs, the green tornado, the city’s ball team finally making it to the playoffs, and the crappy weather.  Ben thought of Keeven, Cheryl, Shannon, Julie, and Emily.  
	Home.
	Tree lined street, manicured lawns, well mannered kids and dogs.
	Good homes.  Good decent folk; watering their lawns, washing their cars, playing with their kids.  It was Saturday, there were lots of kids outside at play.  Good looking kids, young, sweet, innocent.  How many were laying on their beds at night fingering themselves, or having their brother peeing on them?  How many were having sex with their brother, or sister!?
	Home.
	Two blocks to go.
	He hadn’t called, but Leeann knew he was due in.  With tornado warnings it hadn’t been prudent/wise for her to be out driving to the airport to pick him up.  She had been worried for him, greatly.  They had spoken on the phone when he had been at the previous city’s airport purchasing a ticket home.  His assurance to her that he was “alright” was lukewarm.  He had changed.  He had been changed.  He would never be the same again.
	Home.
	The taxi pulled up to the curb, 3030 Cypress Lane.  His first love was in the drive—which should be in the garage but it was okay.  He only feared a stray baseball would come crashing thru one of the windows.
	The roses surrounding the front yard were in good bloom; orange, red, pink, and blue.  They all had about the same scent, too.  Hummingbirds buzzed about the hummingbird feeder, the honeysuckle bush needed trimming again; the rain gutter still needed fixing.
	Home.
	He was home.
	He paid the driver, grabbed his one suitcase and sauntered up the drive.  His adventure was over.  He hoped never to repeat it.  He would never-ever be the same.  It was a nightmare that would reign supreme in his mind forever.
	But it wasn’t quite over…

House of Fuck
	The boys stood in total wonderment, clothes on the kitchen floor, ALL the clothes of one person—a woman type person, like their mother.  The boys had never seen such, er, they had never seen their mother’s clothes on the kitchen floor—all of her clothes cast off haphazardly-like on the kitchen floor.  They couldn’t make heads of tails of it, but there were her slacks, blouse, jacket, bra, and panties.
	The boys, and their accompanying friends, stared and stared.
	It was prime opportune time for them to be “overwhelmed” another way, too.  They were none the wiser and were easily consumed, directed, and guided into a realm of extreme naughtiness.
	The boys, Andy, Patrick, Roger; Delbert and Troy, slowly made their way down the Huews family home, pausing just outside the main bedroom.  Their minds were held firmly and not until the one controlling them allowed it—they were not aware of the woman on the bed, sprawled out nakedly with a cunt dripping of cum.
	The boys, Andy, Patrick, and Roger were brothers.  Boys Delbert and Troy were friends, Delbert the friend of Andy and Troy the friend of Roger.  Andy, and Delbert, were eighteen, high school seniors.  Patrick was a junior while youngest brother, Roger, was in junior high, eighth grade.
	Slowly, one by one, the boys became “aware” of the woman on the bed.  Slowly, one by one, the boys’ minds were invaded.

What’s a little Q&A among friends?
	Andy—liked seeing your mother (and sister) naked.  He desired strongly to FUCK his mother, but settled for stuffing his prick into his sister’s gullet and up her ass.  She was willing, mostly.  He liked spanking her and licking out her pussy.  
	Patrick—liked seeing his mother and sister naked.  A strong desire to fuck his mother, and sister.  Like Andy, got a blowjob that was decent enough from his sister, but preferred pussy overall.  Tammie only allowed to be fucked in the ass (and mouth.)
	Roger—liked seeing his brothers naked along with his sister, embarrassed to see his mother naked.  Slight desire only to shag his mother, but a strong desire to fuck his brothers!  He hadn’t, though, only stuffed his prick into his sister’s ass—and thought of humping the other two and watching them slobber all over his cock and nads.
	Delbert—strong desire to see his best friend’s mother naked.  Slight desires to fuck Tammie and her best friend, Lee Ann.  Had fucked his drunk auntie, once; had helped another friend take advantage of a drunk teen girl.

	Troy—was having an on-going butt fuck with friend Roger.  Purely experimental.  No cock sucking, not even handling Roger’s pud.  Desired strongly to hump Tammie and her best friend, AND Roger and Tammie’s mother.
	‘If you could fuck your mother, would you?’
	Andy’s eyes fluttered, his brow furrowed and he almost shook off the invading question.  But a solid and firm “YES” was there to be seen.  In his mind swam images of his seeing his mother briefly naked or most times in her underwear.  When he humped his sister’s ass, he thought of doing such to his mother.
	‘If you could fuck a little girl, younger than your sister, would you?’
	Again, there were images swimming in his mind; young girls from church.  Sweet young things, flat chested, some with chest but mostly they were flat chested.  Most wore dresses, short dresses, short shorts, or tight pants.  Sometimes he saw glimpses up their legs to their crotch.  He once saw a little girl who had pissed her pants and her daddy had to take care of her in the bathroom.  Andy lingered a moment outside the MENs Restroom before barging in, making like he had to go.  The little girl was in a stall, naked from the waist down.  By the mirror over the communal sink Andy saw the girl thru the space of the stall door.  He remarked to himself of how lucky the daddy was…
	‘Have you molested any girl younger than your sister?’
	An image of a girl in a white churchy dress, white knee socks; long flowing curly dark brown hair, brown eyes; sweet smelling and very pretty.  She was about six or so, and lost.  Services were already in progress and the little girl was in the wrong part of the church area; out of sight.  Andy, sixteen at the time, took the little girl to a private room and while consoling her, pulled her panties down, cupped her ass…
	Then what happened?
	The imagery was blocked by swirling masses of dark clouds.
	The Invader was persistent, and determined.  He would not be denied!

	Andy held the little girl to him as she wailed in her fright (for being lost).  With her plain white panties to her knees, Andy Heuws had no trouble caressing her butt—and he did so!  In the unused private classroom he easily laid the child on a comfy sofa.  There were windows, heavily tinted against the sun; the door was locked—but of course there were many staff members who had keys—so it only hastened the excitement of being potentially busted.
	The little girl’s dress was pushed up, her panties pulled off…

	Nothing more than a good “hump”, though.  Andy’s hard dick rode the child’s innocent slit—until he came.  It was a powerful release with gobs and gobs of hot sticky ooze squirting up the child’s nude body (her dress was off, too!)
	When the child fretted she was smacked hard on her ass.
	When Andy had finished cumming, he turned her over and laid his cum squirter between her legs and humped—but his dick wasn’t strong enough to penetrate her asshole (but he tried.)
	That scene faded, to be replaced by another.
	He was still sixteen, he was with another fellow, Delbert, and they were out in some wild meadow.  In the meadow with them was a rider on a horse—where else would a rider be?	The rider was a girl, a couple years younger than they themselves.  The boys being boys tossed/threw palm sized rocks at the horse, specifically the horse’s ass.  
	The girl cussed the boys and tried to spur her horsey on.
	Delbert being a pitcher for his school’s ball team had a decent arm and with an amazing curve ball smacked the girl’s mount right on the flank where it caused the horsey to rear up and toss the rider.  The boys were all a giggle.  The horse galloped off and the boys came upon where the girl had been dumped.
	She was unconscious, smacking her head on an old log.  The meadow was kind of soggy and so the ground was not hard, but the log was.  The boys stood above looking at her for a while—then they smiled and shucked their clothes.
	They shucked the girl’s clothes, too!

	Each boy took a turn fucking the unconscious girl.  They peed on her, double teamed her, and beat her ass with their belts before taking a break.  She returned to consciousness during their break, the boys held her and enjoyed fucking her once more!
	Thereafter the scene faded—replaced by Andy stuffing sister Tammie’s asshole.
	It wasn’t alla the time, but often enough.  While he stuffed her from behind, his hands went all over her body—feeling up her breasts, fingering her red haired pussy all the while his cock slammed her backdoor.  Very muchly did he want to slam her pussy.  
	Patrick and Roger were the same—but were satiated enough by getting off in her asshole and mouth.  Tammie had a dynamite way of sucking off her brothers.

*

	Slowly the boys peeled out of their clothes and stood in the bedroom of their mother—their mother who was nude on her bed.  The boys were calm but confused.  Andy was a bit of a jerk, and sometimes an asshole, with a few percentage points of being a bully.  Patrick was following in his brother’s footsteps but not much of an asshole, just a jerk.  (there’s a difference).  Roger was not at all an asshole or jerk or bully.  He was reserved, a lot more kind and considerate than his brothers.  But he had a dark side just the same…
	Andy got first dibs—he was the oldest.  The other boys stood at the side and end of the bed to watch.  Andy mounted his mother, both were aware but their confusion swamped their minds and made it more like what was happening was a “dream.”
	‘ever want to get fucked by your sons?’
	the answer was a quick and hearty NO.  Not “NO” but “HELL NO!”
	‘are you sure?’
	a long pause.
	Ah.
	Though Deloris Heuws had never officially in any capacity molested her sons; as they grew older and she got nailed by her husband she DID think of them doing her instead!  She saw other boys her sons’ age, Delbert for one, and family friends, her best friend’s sixteen year old son who was HOT, and other assorted teen boys.
	But to her own sons, no.  She couldn’t.  She couldn’t go down that road.
	Ah, the desire was there, though.

	Andy’s desire to shag his Mom was there; how long wasn’t sure, but when he had come along about twelve or so his desires escalated.  He stole her panties—the ones she had worn all day.  He was just beginning to poke his way up into his ten year old sister, Tammie.  The thrill of orgasm was sensational and he could only imagine what it would be like to be IN his Mom’s twat.
	Patrick, Roger, Delbert, and Troy stood around the bed masturbating, waiting their turns.  Andy took his time, though, having the event be a lasting one—that was until the orgasm came and then he sped up to fully embrace the joy of cumming as much as possible.
	Typical.

	‘What about Tammie?’
	Huh?
	‘ever think naughty thoughts about Tammie?  Sex with Tammie?’
	The thought was so horrid there was no response.
	The Invader, though, had seen something, something of interest which required more “invading.”  Andy had cum, he had reached his orgasmic bliss and lay on his Mother, kneading her breasts, sucking her nipples; his cock still in her pussy, still pumping, still cumming.
	Deloris, too, had cum.  She had shuddered and the image of her son, Andy, filled her mind.  There were others boys, as well, from fourteen to nineteen, boys of friends of hers she often thought of slamming her cunt, cumming on her titties, her face; boys who came to her in droves—that is to say four and five, six and seven at a time!
	During this epic gangbang the Invader saw “afterwards” Deloris flopping onto her bed, coated in cum and pee.  It was dark, then, as she lay exhausted from the horrendous fuck fest someone else came into the room.
	It wasn’t Andy, Patrick, or Roger.
	It wasn’t Delbert or Troy.
	It wasn’t Hank, Adam, Graig, George, Hoss, Kim (Chinese son of her very best friend who was just fourteen years young) or any of the other boys in her social circle.
	It was Lee Ann.
	Lee Ann!
	Her daughter’s best friend!
	Lee Ann slipped into the room, naked she was, and crawled onto the bed slowly.  Deloris moved to lay on her backside and soon the cutey fifteen year old began licking the cum spillage off of her body!  When the young girl got to her cum soaked cunt, Deloris had another orgasm.
	It was a fantasy, a dream, and one she kept in deep secret.

	With Andy done and done, he was replaced by brother Patrick.  The seventeen year old had a BIGGER dick than Andy who was eighteen—by a full inch!  (it was thicker, too!)  the teen slid onto his Mom’s sweat lathered body and glided into her sex with his more than adequate cock.  The woman gripped the bedding, fluttered her eyes and made odd audible sounds as she was penetrated.

	Like brother, Andy before him (sloppy seconds, ewewew) Patrick did his business slowly.  Like brother Andy before him, he been somewhat naughty with a little girl; a wee little less not barely five years old.  Not much was done, really; she had been found lost in a big shopping center parking lot and like brother Andy, took her to safety.
	He got her soda to drink and found a small plush toy on the ground dropped by a fellow shopper.  Giving the toy to the little blond haired girl made her day and she was less frightened.  She wore a short-short skirt which made it easy for the then fifteen year old Patrick to take panties down.  When she fussed he got rough with her, holding her to his body and spanking her.
	When she was so stunned that she couldn’t scream, Patrick then held her on the broken down cardboard boxes; his willy out of his pants and up against her poon where he humped until creaming.  It was almost as good as if he were IN her poon.
	Taking a finger full of creamy ooze he made the girl lick it from his fingers.  He then fingered her pussy, but not to where it bled.  Into her mouth he shoved his fuckstick, cumming off into her sweet little mouth moments later.
	Thereafter he stripped her naked, licked her cum stained cunt, peed on her pussy, then deposited her into a dumpster behind the shopping center.  He then went happily back to the family Heuws car to wait for his family.  He was hard pressed not to go after other girls, they were twelve, ten, nine years young—all he wanted to ride his cock.  He saw them in his mind, naked, tied up, begging for mercy as he slammed his cock into her gullet, up their assholes, and DEEP as possible into their probably virgin cunt holes.
	In a way, he WAS more violent than brother Andy.  He had potential!

	Fourteen year old Roger had a pleasing cock, average size.  It hung/curved to the right; one testicle was bigger than the other and hung lower, too.  But he had no pubes.  He didn’t like pubes, not on him anyways—and not on other boys, either!  He liked to fondle his bare nads, finger his hole, and jack off.  Not particularly thinking of GIRLS, but they would do, too.
	Roger’s preference was boys.
	Young boys.
	Boys who also had no hair on their nads…
	Ah.

*

	While Delbert took his turn slamming Ms. H’s swamp box, Andy slurped on Roger’s cock.  All three boys “got along” with another, but Andy was kind of an “asshole” but mostly a jerkwad—and a bully to the youngest sib.  It was time.  He sucked his brother’s cock—knowing what he was doing but unable to stop the process of sucking.
	Roger also got his balls sucked on, his ass fondled and then—jammed his rod up Andy’s tight sphincter.  When Roger was in to the hilt—he proceeded mostly on his own with much vigor and vim; slamming his prick into his brother’s tight hold, smacking his hips, and banging as hard as he could.
	All the while brother Patrick sucked Andy’s cock from underneath.
	All three boys were off the bed at its side.  Delbert fucked the boys’ mother while Troy sat on the bed beside Ms. H being manhandled by her; his cock stroked and his balls fondled.  Delbert merely humped Ms. H, not taking his time in any manner but fucking madly to get his nut.
	After creaming into Andy’s hole, Roger pulled back and collapsed into a bedroom chair stroking his smoldering schlong.  Meanwhile, Patrick licked clean Andy’s cum dripping smoldering hole.
	Delbert gave a final thrust and released an amazing wad of teen cum.
	Deloris got off on the act and shuddered all over; cumming, screaming, and thrashing about with her cunny literally on fire (with juiced excitement.)
	Andy and Patrick were on the floor enjoying a brotherly 69er.
	Roger’s friend, Troy, took his turn as Delbert pulled off of the woman who had given him his best fuck ever; his cock continuing to squirt cum as he lay useless beside her; he knew that he wanted to fuck her again, repeatedly.

*

	Each boy had taken a “turn” with Deloris.  Each boy had cum a delicious cum (in her pussy.)  Each boy had suckled her titties, humped her titties, rode her gash, and squirted an amazing amount of love cream all over (and specifically) her cunny.
	When done, the boys were basically useless.

	Young brother Roger enjoyed his brothers sucking his dick, his balls, and giving him a rim job.  (and he himself did not have to do same unto them)  Andy for sure was not into slurping schlong but had no control over his destiny.
	Andy was the first to receive his brother’s special love cream.  It wasn’t as significant a load as the one he had given unto his mother, but it would do—a great gob blasted hot and sticky into Andy’s mouth, the remainder anointing the boy’s face.
	Patrick and Delbert slurped schlong but neither got the “anointing”; young Roger was virtually empty.  That is, until best friend Troy went down on him.  It took over five minutes but Roger finally was brought to the brink of orgasmic thrill and released a magnificent wad into his friend’s mouth.  A lasting squirt spilled onto the boy’s face and then Roger was useless.
	The boys and their mother lay in their cum and sweat for almost an hour, their minds a mass of confusion over what had happened; it seemed unreal but then again they knew that it had happened.  Only Andy had a grasp of what had must of happened—they had been controlled by the use of an EMAD.  By who he didn’t know—that was the confusing part.  
	Roger knew he had screwed his mother.  He had been sucked by his friend and his brothers.  He, too had slurped schlong, and asshole--that didn’t make him happy, it disgusted him (sucking rim)—although he didn’t mind if one of them sucked him!  About the time he was nearly fully “rested”, he heard the unmistakable sounds of swatting, bare ass swatting.
	He could see his brothers laying nakedly sprawled on the floor about him; on the bed was his nude mother, she appeared to be sleeping—drenched in cum and pee.  The “swatting” was coming from out of the room.  Slowly with every fiber of his being on fire, he crawled out of the room, long strands of his man juice dripping from his piss slit.
	Out of his mother’s room, down the hall past the hall bathroom to the open door to his sister’s room.  And there she was, naked, bent over her bed, being swatted by a man, a stranger!  A nude stranger with a huge hard-on.  The man was using a belt; he had Tammie’s hands pinned behind her, her face was buried into the muff of her best friend, Lee Ann!
	“What the fuck!?” 
	There was some chivalry in Andy, his first instincts were to protect and help his sister in peril.  But the fibers of his being were literally on fire, every movement was a new experience in severe pain and discomfort—so all he could do was remain at the doorway and watch in agony.
	Then he watched in astonishment as when the swatting was done, the man positioned himself behind Tammie, spanked her a bit with his huge hard dick—then began making it disappear inside her body!
	Pussy or asshole wasn’t clear to Roger, but he saw amazingly as the man’s meaty-lengthy dong went sliding inch by inch into one of her holes with some ease.  Tammie flailed about but was still in the recent throws of being spanked—her screams of torment were thankfully muffled as her mouth engulfed best friend Lee Ann’s cunt.
	Once the nude stranger was all the way into Tammie’s body, he began to pump—slowly.  He gripped Tammie’s hips and pulled his manhood most of the way out, then plunged back into her.  The pulling out was okay, but the thrust back IN was a torment and sent Tammie into a wild frantic mode.
	At length, though, the process of being butt fucked eased and Tammie’s screams of distress and discomfort lessoned.  Roger had crawled further into the room—he wasn’t sure if on his own or what—he had heard something in his frazzled mind “Come here” but wasn’t sure who had said it.
	The man’s massive fuckstick pulled out of Tammie’s steaming shit pipe; he slapped his soiled schlong against Tammie’s still reddened ass, prodding her smoldering sphincter before continuing to spank, slap, and smack for several minutes.  During that time, Tammie’s asshole had snapped shut back to normal size and Roger had a raging hard-on.
	Nothing was said; the man calmly plucked up Tammie’s panties and wiped his dick.  Tammie rubbed her searing ass, even fingered her well fucked asshole.  Lee Ann lay in turmoil, she loved having her cunt eaten out, and breathed into like Tammie had done, but the “event” was a little traumatic to say the least.
	But she still had hard nipples!

	Lee Ann was no stranger to dick herself.  It was seen in her mind her naked body laying a bed, Tammie’s bed.  There was sign of Tammie but there was Roger.  They were about the age as they were currently; both were nude and Roger was “going to town.”
	They kissed during and after the fuck, then held hands and moved out of the room and to the bathroom where they fucked while showering/rinsing off.  They got to hump once more on the bathroom floor before Tammie and her mother arrived…
	But wait, there’s more!

	There, too was a cousin she favored—and he favored her.  In a backyard the two hid in the bushes and fucked.  In the beginning Lee Ann was barely thirteen, the cousin had just turned sixteen.  The backyard was only one of the places they hooked up; there, too, was a backyard pool	--once during the day and once during nighttime.
	Lee Anne was an avid masturbator and being such she was caught fingerbanging herself by her single Dad.  She was totally nude and totally into the deed of “getting off.”  Dear Daddy whipped her, striking her bare ass with his hand firstly having her wrenched over her bed.
	This only enthused his manhood, though, and so he jammed it into her asshole.  When she was filled to capacity with his sticky goo, he returned to spanking her.
	She had been a mere twelve year old at the time.
	Her mind was full of dark raging clouds and being such made it difficult to pierce and see “what else” happened.  It was assured, though, she had other spanking encounters that also resulted in being fucked in the ass.
	‘ever suck his cock?’
	No.
	‘Daddy rape you?’
	No.
	When alone, and they knew that they would not be interrupted, Lee Ann went nude; save for when she wasn’t on her period.  The drapes and curtains were drawn to allow for privacy and Lee Ann often found herself across her Daddy’s lap being spanked, caressed, and fingered.  When her Daddy’s cock was raging hard, she was positioned to straddle him and take it up the ass.
	The man caressed her young teenage breasts but never suckled them.

	With Tammie off to one side, rubbing her burning ass, Lee Ann’s legs were pulled up and locked around the nude stranger’s waist.  Roger’s eyes bulged (as did Lee Ann’s) as his amazing and powerful schlong slid into her sex.  The girl wriggled around a bit, in her mind she had hard contemplation for her Daddy, she wanted him DEAD!  
	There was strong Pissed Offedness towards her Daddy, animosity just didn’t cut it.  She wanted the bastard DEAD.  DEAD DEAD DEAD!  She hated him and then some and wouldn’t shed nary a tear at his funeral.  She wouldn’t even go!
	But she enjoyed a good fuck, though.  Her cousin gave her a good dicking and she yearned to be licked out by Tammie!  She loved the feeling of Tammie’s tongue to her cunt—the girls were so-so avid cunt lickers!

	The safest place for them to lick twat was in Tammie’s bedroom, they knew the schedule of the boys and Tammie’s Mom and knew that they had plenty of time to be naughty and gay.  Er, well, happy in their tonguing business…
	After depositing a significant amount of jizum into the young teen’s cunt, more was spilled onto her pussy.  With her ass less searing than it was, Tammie scooted over and lapped the cream from her friend’s pulsing/tingling cunt.  Meanwhile, Roger came to gobble on the stranger’s cock.
	He liked it.
	So did the stranger…
	
	‘you like sucking your brothers cocks, their balls, and licking their shit holes.’  The words burned like a branding iron into Andy’s already frapped mind.  
	‘you love the taste of your brothers cum; you love sucking both your brothers, their balls, and all.’  The words continued to sear into his mind where to the point he was unable to stop the penetration.  There was no resistance—there was, but it was painful.  It was just better to “accept” the new way of life and do without the pain.
	So each day after rising, he would gleefully suck off his brothers.  To each boy he would slurp schlong, wash their balls and lick their funk hole.  The brothers, in turn, would suck him, wash his balls (with their mouths) and lick his hole!  Afterwards they would enjoy a nice romp in the shower where the three were bugger one another.
	When done, they would visit their sister and mother.
	‘you love to have sex with your brothers, all three of them, usually at the same time.’ This wasn’t too much of a stretch for the girl, she only feared getting knocked up—that would be bad.
	‘you love your brothers to fuck your asshole; to cum on your pussy; drench you in pee.’
	After her cunt was drenched in cum, her Mother would come to clean it off.
	‘you love licking your sons’ cum from your daughter’s cunt.’
	Before leaving the house, the boys would fuck their mother and sister, cumming in their three holes if possible.  To both Mother and Sister they would SPANK as hard as possible until their bottoms were as red as the vine ripened tomatoes growing in the family’s back yard garden.
	One big happy fucking family!
	Cameron was pleased with his work and moved on…

*

	There was more, of course, the time line was messed up; when the “events” happened were not concrete and in no particular order.  He was a nomad (but not THAT Nomad…)
	While traveling in a backcountry area he came upon an interesting sight; two boys and a girl.  It was determined that the boys were “cowboys” as they wore “cowboy” hats; and the girl was a girl as she was nude and had tits.
	One boy was a little taller; he wore a black Texas style hat—it was soiled and well worn and had a southwestern turquoise band about it.  The boy also wore black cowboy boots.  But that was all he wore…
	The other fella was equally adorned, wearing a light brown crumbled cowboy hat and brown cowboy boots.  Nothing else in between.  Both boys were very tan and very horny—both sported nice hard cocks.
	The object of their attention was a girl, about their age—sixteen, seventeen, somewhere along there; she was nude and in a panic.  There was a head wound to one side of her head making her disorientated and unable to fend off the horny nude cowboys.  As she scrambled to scamper away, the boys grabbed her and playfully sort of treated her like a stray cow from a herd.
	The area was remote, huge near barren hills of sharp unfriendly rocks and jutting jagged boulders.  The ground in some areas was parched revealing sharp skin blistering/skin piercing stones and rocks and rusting nails, broken glass, and the remains of what was once a saw mill.
	Most the area, though, was a dead swamp.  It was dying, ‘cept out in the middle where a natural spring still kept a small five hundred square foot section thriving.  The outer area of the swamp was murky, mucky, and stinky.  Beyond that was a near desert-like condition with few trees for thousands of yards in all directions.  In one direction was a vast expanse of nothingness, an open high desert that emptied into a low hot-as-hell desert.  In two other directions were sparse woods that butted up to high hills; one hill was barren while the other was more heavily wooded.  The remaining direction led to more grassy meadows and finally the fringes of civilization—farms, ranches, outskirts of homes and then a small town.
	Three horses were present, too; one was a nice looking animal near some sixteen hands high at the withers!  An English saddle/tack; brown coloring with a great white splotch on his forehead.  His penis hung near to the ground and was dripping cum!

	Finally as the hapless girl thrashed about trying to kick off the naked horny boys, they wrestled her to a log; positioned her over the log and spread her arms and legs out.  With rope from their horses she was secured and then the real fun began.
	The first boy, in the black hat, showered the girl with pee.  His hot yellow stream splashed onto her near lily white ass, coating her flesh all the while the girl totally was freaking out.  No one else was about—not for miles.  The girl cussed the boys and called them by name, along with other names.
	After his pee, “Danny” stepped over the log, flopped his pisser against the girl’s face, “I got something better than that fucking of horse of yours!” he chortled and while wrenching her head back shoved his prick into her mouth.  “SUCK IT, BITCH!” he yelled.
	The other fella behind began laughing, stroking his prick and stepped up behind the girl, “Damn, bitch,” he said, “aint it better than that fucking horse of yours!?” and then he promptly shoved his pisser into the girl’s asshole.
	The girl, Allison, freaked out even more—but she was secured by the ropes and could only endure.  Danny crammed-rammed his cock into Allison’s mouth, holding her head back with a powerful grip of his hand.  The girl tried not to gobble the hard dong but it was inevitable.  The boy behind her pounded his dong into her backdoor, spanking her as he pumped.
	Both boys had “pounded” their dongs into a girl before; Danny had never pounded dong into a girl younger than two years than his age.  Only one girl was he able to semi willingly to pound her from behind.  Mostly it was oral sex from a girl with two girls receiving his love tool to their pussy.  He preferred pussy overall.
	Tyler pulled his tool out of Allison’s shitter, smacked it hard against her ass then plunged it back into her; smacking her cheeks, running his hands up along her sides and pumping hard.
	Danny arrived at his nut; his body tightened and he reared back thrusting his pud into Allison’s mouth with his hips thrusting furiously; Allison’s head still wrenched back.
	The boy behind began to chortle and make announcements about how “tight” Allison’s asshole was.  She was clenching up as she was being assaulted from both ends.  
	  Tyler was a naughty boy, he liked backdoor assaults—and a girlie hole or a boy hole didn’t matter to him.  And he wasn’t gentle about it, either.  Allison’s screams of distress were muffled by her mouth being filled to the brim with cowboy cock.

	Danny unleashed a terrific load of love cream, fell back into the weeds and still squirted cum.  Allison choked, gagged, and sputtered,
	“You fucker!”
	“Shit, bitch, I aint got fuckin’ started with you!” Danny shot back working his cock.  His body coated in sweat he glistened in the noonday sun.  Tyler, too, had cum; most of the boy’s juices had spewed into the girl’s anal tract, but a significant amount he let coat Allison’s fine white ass.
	Allison.
	She loved horses, specifically HER horse, “Magic”; specifically, Magic’s cock.  Allison Gurillo REALLY loved her horse—a lot.  Inasmuch as he pleased her when she rode him, she pleased him when she sucked him.  she loved the taste of his cock in her mouth; she loved the feel of his cock in her cunt.  She tried to get the steed to hump her asshole but it was too awkward.  So she settled for sucking him.  Always there was the chance of getting caught; and despite the precautions—she was finally found out.
	After gathering himself, cowboy Danny untied Allison’s ankles, but not her wrists.  Not too nicely he wrenched her over onto her back; the girl’s back gouging into the uncomfortable log.  Danny’s attempt was to gouge her cunt with his cock.
	Allison’s attempt was to kick Danny’s balls—into his throat!
	But tortured already as she was she only managed to kick him in the stomach.  Danny fell back, tumbling onto his naked friend.
	“Get the fuck off me, whore!” shouted Tyler.
	Danny was pissed but had difficulty in grabbing Allison’s flailing legs.  Tyler got into the action, got kicked in the balls, but finally managed to secure a leg.  Danny secured the other leg and then Allison was doomed.

	The drone of a low flying single engine airplane made the only noise in the backcountry area.  There was a breeze lightly wafting thru bring the stench from the nearby swamp to everyone’s senses.
	“What’ll we do with her, now?” inquired the shagged out Tyler.
	Danny didn’t immediately answer, he sat up against the one big boulder working his sore aching cum squirter, a bit of cum oozing out of its piss slit.
	“She’ll rat us out for sure.”
	Danny shrugged and stared hard at the naked girl who lay unconscious on the ground by the log.  During the rape during Tyler’s turn (and he was being violent while doing so) Allison managed to summon up anger—enough to wrench the wooden stake that held her wrists, bound by the rope tied to the stake.

	In a furry once free the naked teen brought her hand upside Tyler’s head.  Her legs untethered once more flailed madly about.  It was chaos as Danny found it amusing.  Tyler was once more reeling in pain, sputtering as his tender testicles had been kicked.
	As Tyler lay wallowing in agony on the ground, Danny picked up his pants and retrieved his belt, with the huge belt buckle.  Allison tried wrenching herself free with the remaining stake that held her wrist bounded.  Danny reigned down the blows, striking the already stricken girl mercilessly until the huge belt buckle struck her head.
	She lost consciousness and lay still thereafter.
	The boys pulled her naked body off of the log and then took turns fucking her until they were well spent.  She remained unconscious during the whole assault, the wound to her head was significant and Tyler did express some concern.
	“Dude, maybe we should do something?”
	“Dude, maybe you should shut the fuck up!”
	“We should do something!” reiterated Tyler.
	“I’m doing it!  I’m doing it!” replied angrily Danny, he stood and peed onto the girl’s face.  She never stirred.

	“She’ll rat us out.”
	Danny licked his lips and nodded that she probably would.
	“Our word against hers,” he said, “and she’s a slut, everyone knows it.”
	“And she’s been in jail, too.  Horse thief.”
	“Horse-cock sucker, too.”
	“But still--”
	“Yeah.”
	Danny sighed, farted, then stood up.  Slowly.
	Tyler stood up, worked his pud some more and fretted to himself.  
	Danny stepped to where the swamp grasses, horsetails and cattails were, “Phew, God fucking damn that shit stinks.”
	“Smells like fucking dead bodies.”
	Danny shot his naked friend a look, nodded, “and one more couldn’t hurt.”
	“Huh?”
	Huh?
	“Dude, you serious?”
	“It’ll be our ass when she rats,” declared Danny, “our word or not, it wont look good for us, either.”

	Tyler looked out to the swamp, but had reservations.
	“I dunno, what if, I mean, someone’s gonna miss her; her fucked up aunt and that Pablo fucker.”
	“He’s probably fuckin’ her, too.”
	The boys stood naked shoulder to shoulder staring out into the swamp.
	Eventually they nodded and agreed, dumping Allison’s body into the swamp would be better, for them.  If her body was found, it would be nothing more than some sort of accident.
	“We’ll put her fucking horse in there, too!” chortled Danny.  He hated Allison’s horse, he had tried riding it once and got bucked off—in front of everyone at the horse farm.
	The boys went to the still unconscious Allison and began dragging her.
	‘Stop.’
	A Voice pierced the boys’ heads, stabbing with bright light and incredible electrically thunder into their minds.  It lasted only momentarily; then,
	‘walk back to the log.’
	Danny took small near baby steps on his retreat to the log.  Tyler followed.  
	‘you love your friend’s cock.’
	Oh no, not again!

	Allison’s head throbbed, among other things.  She felt violently ill and a whole lot confused.  Btu the how and wherefore seemed to be missing.  She was nude, her pussy hurt, her asshole hurt, but the how and why of what was a mystery!
	Then there was her horse, Magic.  He stood majestically with his long dong horsey dong drooping just inches from the ground.  He made her happy and tingly all over all at once.  Her nipples perked up and the pain in her cunny tingled, too—overwhelming the discomfort there.
	When she stood she instantly got dizzy and ill—discovering that she had a head wound.  She guessed she musta fell off of Magic, or something.  Or something!  It was best to stay where she was until her head cleared some.  She needed some water, though.
	On Magic there was some water, in a canteen.  Moving to get it, though, made her dizzy and ill.  Suddenly, Magic trotted to her.  For a moment she thought she saw someone, but with the sun in her eyes she wasn’t sure.  When Magic got to her his massive bulk blocked the sun and there was no one.

	Her next confounding incidence was the canteen was in her hands, with the cap open!  She still saw herself as sitting by the log.  There was still significant dizziness to contend with; but with a rag wetted by the water from the canteen and applied to her head, the dizziness lapsed and she felt better after a few minutes.
	When she felt comfortable enough to stand she did so, latching onto Magic’s reigns and pulling herself up.  She hugged her mount, kissed him, then dug out some yummy carrots from her saddle bag.  Magic gobbled the rooty treat all the while being cooed to by his owner.  
	After several carrots, Allison moved down continuing to coo to Magic, petting him, adoring him.  There still was some dizziness and she felt a little faint, but not as bad as she had been earlier.  She knew it was best that she get dressed and head home.
	But first!
	She didn’t know exactly what had come over her, but she didn’t mind and didn’t resist.  Allison loved Magic—a lot; and in all sorts of “special” ways.  One special way was to stroke his massive cock.  She loved it, and Magic seemed to like it, too!
	Although it was awkward, Ally positioned herself on the log having Magic step over and straddle it.  She then locked her legs up along her mount’s sides, gliding his cunt loving horsecock to her cunt.
	Allison loved horse cock, especially Magic’s.  She loved the smell of her horse; she loved the feel of his massive (and long) cock.  For many minutes she simply glided the head of his dong against her quaking quim; with some expertise she guided the stiff enough dick into her sex.  
	Magic pranced and made other horsey noises-of pleasure?  The head of the steed’s lengthy prong was into the sixteen year old’s cunt, she angled her body more and more—pushing her pussy up more in angle to accept more of the horse’s cock.
	It wasn’t easy but the horny teen worked Magic’s love tool in a masturbatory manner achieving the result of bliss both sought and enjoyed greatly.  A huge-massive wad of sticky-icky goo coated the teen’s cunt; the horse pranced more, whinnied, came in gallons, and then farted.
	The girl beneath rubbed the horse cum all over her pussy; she hugged her mount then shuffled herself out from under to come up to hug the animal’s neck.  She then (on her own) dropped to her knees to find her horse’s well hung cum dripping cock and began sucking it!
	She fingered her cum soaked cunt all the while enjoying feasting on that of which had soaked her (with cum).  The entire head of the horse’s cock was in her mouth (and then some.)  

	Furiously she fingered herself until she was cumming off herself.
	With her own essence mixed with Magic’s, she diddled the splooge into asshole.  By then she had managed to get Magic’s dong stiff again.  After fondling his balls, pressing her head up against his heaving sides she languished a moment in the noonday sun before turning herself about and guiding the head of the dong into her poop chute.

*

Hey!
	Well that was fine an’ all, but Cam was kinda looking for something of the norm; he enjoyed spying and uncovering truths about other people, especially those whose outwardly persona told a different story than that of what they actually where.
	The “cowboys” Danny and Tyler had become butt buddies, cock lovers.  The boys were no longer hot for girls, but more for each other.  Both were programmed with extreme lust for plugging the other’s ass—tongue, fingers, nose, cock.  Each boy wanted to shower with the other, to pee on the other’s balls as well as emptied wads of hot sticky cum—then lap the spilled juices up with glee.
	As a finale, the boys, too, would take to enjoying sucking off their horses.  The boys wanted the hot spew from their mounts to coat their fine nude bodies—and once done, the other boy would lick clean the splooge from his anointed friend’s body.  As Allison finished her task with Magic, dressed, and headed back home—not far away Danny and Tyler were nude with Danny sucking on the head of Porthos, his three year old Morgan.  Tyler held masturbate both Porthos and Danny and as programmed, when the great steed emptied his huge horsey balls of cum—squirting a great mess onto Danny’s face and chest, Tyler lapped up the cream as if it were pudding!
	“Do my ass, bitch!” Tyler yelped as he was in an extreme horny state.  He flopped onto the short grassy ground pulling his legs back, angling and exposing his hole.  Danny licked his lips from sucking off his horse and went to licking Tyler’s dirt rim.  Moments later he was up between his friend’s legs shoving his cock into the boy’s asshole.
	The noonday sun fried the boys’ bare skin; they couldn’t get enough of butt humping one another or sucking or another or spanking one another.  The severe spanking seemed to frighten the boys and spooked Porthos and Azmith.  Danny and Tyler were too involved with themselves to care.
	After a dip in the stinky slimy swamp the boys walked nakedly, wearing only their cowboy boots and hats.  They came to an area they had been to (previously.)  Strangely they remembered but the details were a little foggy.  
	After a moment Tyler found himself laying over the log, his wrists and ankles secured with rope and then a stake driven hard into the ground.  The wooden stake was stout and long with a notch at the end of which where the rope was secured.  Tyler’s legs were splayed out wide and then his tender ass was “tenderized” with a horsetail switch.
	When his ass began to bleed, his mind began to unravel.  He knew who he was and what had happened—he saw Allison and himself fucking her, beating her.  He saw himself and Tyler double teaming the girl, peeing on her, whipping her.
	Then he saw something that made him retch.  His stomach knotted and the wood from the old log began to grind into his skin as he retched uncontrollably.  Had he really sucked on Porthos’ cock?  The boy vomited and while he did so—from behind him his nude friend made anal entry.
	“WHAT THE FUCK!?” yelled Danny (in between rolling uncontrollable hurls of stomach spew.)  
	Tyler paid him no attention and shoved his meat stick into the well fucked hole of his friend—not aware that it WAS his friend or that it was a boy hole—it was a hole to fuck and that was all there was to it.
	Once the “pumping” began, so did the whipping.
	Danny was freaking out, spewing snot, slobbers, and stomach contents all over as he was vehemently butt fucked by his best friend.  “Get the fuck out of me you fucking freak!” he screamed; but Tyler was mindless and not hardly even aware that he was being whipped.
	Danny began to choke on his puke, his wrists and ankles began to bleed as the skin was scratched raw.  Slowly he came to the point of acceptance, his asshole was on fire, his cock and balls smushed up against the log, his stomach and chest ripped raw from the grinding of his body movements.
	Tyler slowly began to become “aware.”  He was confused to say the least but there was joy, joy that he would not be denied—orgasm.  His cock moved effortlessly in the hole giving him great pleasure as he pumped.  With hands locked onto the ass he fucked, his mind went into overdrive as his pumping action took up a step.
	Then, at the apex of his orgasm, a new incredible pain escalated throughout his body—searing light screamed brightly into his brain with centralized pain from his balls.

*
finale
	“Ally, have you seen Danny or Tyler?”
	Allison shot up from her bed in a panic, eyes bulging, pussy tingling.
	“No, M’am.” she said.  She hated being busted.  Her Aunt Jeanie was used to “walking in” on her troubled niece, catching her in the “act” of self pleasuring.  ‘If she’d only lock the door’ but then again, the troubled youth really wasn’t to be trusted, it had yet to be earned—so a locked bedroom door was out of the question.
	After gathering herself, dressing, she joined her aunt and great uncle and with two other ranch hands went searching for the overdue boys.  It was late evening so the search was cut short an hour after sunset.  Danny and Tyler were “Summer” help and part time help during the school year; Danny was a wise ass, smart ass, and “sure of himself” with his good looks.  But he did know a thing or two about horses.  Tyler was a “follower”, wise ass, but not a “smart ass” or hung up on his looks.  He also was a fare hand at taming unruly horses and helping city folk to ride and ride well.
	At first light the next morning and with horses Porthos and Azmith showing up at the farm without their riders, the search was extended to include the local sheriff and his posse.
	At noon that day Danny and Tyler were found.
	Tyler was found spread eagled against a large rock; his arms and legs pulled back to a exceedingly uncomfortable position.  But his discomfort was of little consequence, his testicle sac and penis had been severed and he had bled to death.
	Danny was on a log, positioned over it, arms and legs stretched out wide with his skin ripped to near shreds.  In his asshole was Tyler’s penis.  Danny’s own penis and testicles were “missing.”  He had bled to death, too.
	Once back at the farm, Allison felt sorry for what had happened to the boys, but even sorrier for Porthos and Azmith as they had no one to care for them.  So she took up the cause and at midnight was happily sucking them both off!
	I love a happy ending, don’t you!?