August Moone
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 46
Stand Alone Story

Decent into Horror
Final Chapters
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meanwhile…
	She struggled, she begged and struggled, all to no avail.  The rascal Horrid One was forthright in his shenanigans and Leeann was in great peril.  Half the cabinites were assembled to watch, too; including Leeann’s children.  Jamie, herself, was secured and presented no problem and it was instilled upon the others that if they caused a problem or interfered then they would be disciplined.
	No one wanted that.
	But, Nathan was out of his mind watching as her mother was tormented.  She had refused to suck cock or take cock in her ass; several of the boys had fakes fucking her earlier but the Horrid One knew—those boys had been pinned to the bed and spanked horrifically for their trickery.  The Horrid One seemed to be even more horrid than before—possibly due to the loss of his hunting dog, Reckless.
	In any event, he took the disobedient Leeann out to the woodpile and secured her there, her back against the stacked wood, her arms spread out tied to a sturdy clothesline pole with the other arm stretched out to the piping along the cabin wall.
	Then her legs were spread outward and back—secured by rope to her wriggling hands.  It was most uncomfortable but more discomfort was to come.  She was suspended some three feet up from the ground; she wriggled greatly in her distress but was well secured and the more she wriggled, the more the cord wood behind her gouged her bare backside.

	Magnus the Horrid One stood before her after securing her—what evil lurked on his mind?  The cabinites waited.  The Horrid One stood pleasing himself with a dangerous leer etched upon his face.  Leeann was more than embarrassed about being so naked and vulnerable—she had tried to be submissive to the bastard’s wily ways, she had engaged in horrendous sex acts with the others of the cabin, including her own children!  But she just couldn’t take it anymore.
	The Horrid One went back into the cabin, Nathan looked around for a possible weapon, a chance of escape, something.  Something had to be done, the Horrid One was out of his ever loving mind and something had to be done to him before he killed them all off.
	The man returned with a straight razor.
	Nathan and the other kids hung their mouths open.
	‘Oh my God!’ said Kristy to herself, it was a shared sentiment among the various present kids; the son-of-a-bitch was going to slice her up and let her bleed to death!
	But instead, he shaved her cunt.  But not a dry shave, he had the likes of Rusty and Jackie come forth to pee on the woman’s pussy.  Once the woman’s pussy was drenched in urine the shaving began.
	Once the cunt had been cleanly shaven, the Horrid One beckoned for her son, Nathan.  The timid boy came and was given a whispered order; the boy closed his eyes and nodded that he had received said order.  He sighed, fondled his cock then slowly lowered himself down to where his face was at her freshly shaven poon.  
	His sister tied up nearby wept uncontrollably.
	Nathan went to the assigned task from Magnus, ‘lick her pussy, get it wet!’  It wasn’t the first time, of course, in the two-three days they had been in captivity in the cabin he had licked his Mother’s cunt, his sister’s cunt, too.  He had fucked them both and been up their assholes; he had urinated on them and they had sucked his balls and licked his dirt chute.  But still, each time was forced and just undesirable as the previous.
	It really wouldn’t be so bad if they were alone and could do such things on their own—but being forced to comply was something else all together.
	Nathan licked and licked—the taste of urine was heavy and not to his liking.  He spread his Mom’s cunt lips and drove his tongue into her—just as he had been taught (by the Horrid One), nipped her lips and clit and got her to shiver.
	After five minutes he stood and drove his hard cock into her sex and fucked her.

	At the three minute mark he came to the glorious sensation that was sensational.  A lovely orgasm was soon upon him; he avoided looking at his mother’s distraught face; she had been screwed by all the young boys in the cabin; she had sucked their dicks, licked their dirt chutes, been pissed on by them and then had encounters with the girls!
	Leeann was basically out of her mind.
	Nathan plowed hard, he seemed to have difficulties blasting off a load—but so far that day he had been in Kristy’s pussy and cum; been in Adam’s mouth and cum; been in Wendy’s mouth and cum; and in his sister’s ass—and cum.  He felt the orgasm was “just there” but it was a struggle to bring it to the plateau.
	It was then right then that Magnus the Horrid One plucked out of the fire his branding iron.  Right against Nathan’s right butt cheek he planted the iron—searing the boy’s ass and driving him over the brink of orgasmic bliss.
	The boy went nuts.
	He actually, though, pumped crazily into his Mother’s cunt, the searing pain, burning flesh, and suddenness of the attack was more than he could comprehend.  He fucked hard, came harder.  It was insane!
	The kids behind in a circle watching were awed.  Most realized that they were probably going to get the very same.  Most already had been branded, some had double brands!
	Finally, Nathan’s cock softened and he fell away—wallowing in the mud trying to soothe the burn.
	“Who hasn’t cum this morning?” Magnus asked of the boys.
	Pretty much all the boys had, so Adam and Jackie were selected.
	The boys clenched and wailed some, sobbed some—they knew that while screwing the woman they would get their asses branded again.  Adam stepped up to the woman, his weenie, though, was soft.
	“Git it in ‘er!” barked the man.
	Adam wailed and rubbed the head of his cock up and down the woman’s pussy, sometimes that helped.  When the cock remained soft and shrived, Magnus got pissed and began thrusting the branding iron in the fire pit below the boiler.
	“NOOOO!” wailed young Adam, he rubbed the head of his cock up and down Leeann’s cunt trying to get it hard but it just wouldn’t.  The man pulled the iron out of the fire and smiled a dangerous smile—the branding iron glowed a fiery skin blistering hot.
	He turned to the boy and made a move to brand him when…
	“Leave him alone!”
	Kristy Samholt stood out from the cabin with a shotgun.

*

	The kids on their knees at their mother’s side were naked; their hands tied behind them but their feet were unsecured.  Neither had the intention of “fleeing” as if they did, according to the wild man, their mother would suffer.
	Little Amanda stared at the man’s cock dripping cum.  He stroked it and leered at the girl—all the while he had stripped off her clothes he had taken the time, too, to fondle her, squeeze her little cunny, and roam his hands all over her.
	Adam got the same treatment.
	The mother twisted about helplessly, crying and caring on; the wild man who reeked of some strong odor caressed her kids, specifically their ass, then brought her Adam to settle onto her face.  The ten year old wriggled but was swiftly swatted on the ass and told “settle down!”
	Adam settled, whimpered and sniveled.  His bald testicles were placed inside mother’s mouth and the boy’s ass cheeks parted.  The terrible wild man then began licking the boy’s rim, pushing a finger into the boy’s virgin dirt chute—prepping him.
	The boy’s Mom went berserk when the wild man (Yancy) slid his wicked cock up her son’s chute.  She fussed, flailed about wildly, and cussed with a mouthful of her son’s nuggets.
	But the wild man didn’t care and made prompt anal penetration, sodomizing the boy to the fullest extent (of his cock.)  The boy clung to his Mom, gripping her tightly as he endured being raped.  The wild man made only a few pumps, pulled out and spanked the boy’s ass with his foul cock before pushing him off and putting his sister in place.
	The sister, Amanda, definitely wasn’t into the deed and fought with the wild man, but a smack to her face and then a hard smack to her bare ass settled her right out.  She was stunned into submission and Yancy Tucker sodomized her, too.

	After the shenanigans with the Boldtree family, Yancy went on—this after raping the mother one more time then making the mother suck her son’s cock (getting him hard) then making the boy hump both his Mother and sister!  What a guy!
	The young girl was a virgin, but not after her brother tagged her.  After he did, Yancy took his turn tearing the girl up some in the process.  The three were showered with cum and pee before the spying unseen Bo Anderson saw him place something on their temples.

	After a minute or so, the family settled down.  No sniveling, whining, crying, or anything.  Bo couldn’t see to well what the object was that Yancy put on them, but it was something that calmed them to be sure.  All Bo could see was a blinking green light…

*

	Bo returned to the Talburr family, he had unfinished business there.  Yancy was “busy” and he would get with him later.  Bo deduced that the “whatever” had been put on the Boldtee family’s temples was something akin to an EMAD, but different.  Bo was curious about that, too.
	But he was more curious about Momma Talburr, Olivia.  She had to have some “snappin’ pussy” if she put out as many kids as she did.  John Sr. must of found something his cock liked and Bo wanted to “try it out” for himself.
	And equipped with an EMAD he would!
	
	Olivia Talburr didn’t have a “snappin’ pussy” as perceived, but close counts.  One afternoon while she was home alone doing housework—opportunist Bo slipped up on her and utilized his mind device.  She wore a typical dress, below the knee.  She was obviously good in bed, she wasn’t a bad looking woman—slender and well kept, had a beautiful face and put out beautiful children.  
	But she was a Baptist woman, married to a non-Baptist man.  She didn’t cuss and didn’t approve of anyone in the family cussing—and if she caught ya cussing, you got your ear pulled/tugged on and forced to read from the Bible certain passages.  And if the cussing was too bad or there was a refusal to read or there was backtalk involved—then a swatting right then and there was in order.  THEN, if the misdeed was warranted and Momma Talbarr was pissed enough, the Offender got hauled off to the woodpile to be spanked bare assed—followed by a pump up the ass.
	Whether or not Momma Talburr knew about John’s added “punishment” to the misbehaving children was unknown.  (and Bo didn’t ask…he was busy getting Momma Talburr naked.
	Once the dress was off there was nothing else but panties and bra.
	Bo was pleased.  She followed his EMAD commands well and Bo felt comfortable enough to strip naked and present himself.  He stood naked gawking at the woman, then slowly had her slid her full brief panties down and lose the bra.  When she complied, Bo felt his cock surging…

	Having a large family, seven kids, a set of grandparents and a set of regular parents, meal time was a controlled chaos and set at a large picnic table.  It was in the kitchen of the large family mountain home, and on the table he had Olivia position herself.
	Once she was “laid out” Bo carefully examined her cunny, opening her legs and cunt lips giving the woman a full vaginal looksee.  Then he applied his tongue.
	Olivia clenched as the tongue wickedly but expertly delved into her recess.  Bo barely noticed.  Bo barely noticed the woman’s cunny moistening as his tongue probed her, licking her and tantalizing her.  He nipped the moist lips and pulled the lips open to get into her sex more.  Olivia squirmed, tensed up, and pulsed.  
	Enthused by her reactions Bo continued noshing, nipping, lapping, and delving until such a time as when his cock demanded attention.  He moved from teasing her cunt with his tongue to tantalizing her cunt with his cock.  The mountain woman was a receptive—she was a Baptist but she wasn’t dead!
	Bo gave her the fucking of her life.  For one thing, he was young.  His cock prowess was unmatched and she virtually had an orgasm from the get go of insertion!  Bo slid near effortlessly all the way into her sex; her cunny tightened up and snuggly fitted about his invading tool.  Bo was pleased and the fucking began.
	As merrily he humped the mountain woman on her kitchen table, the woman flailed about some; her hands roaming his backside—her legs dancing about his waist.  She, too, made audible noises as she was laid, her cunt tightened up even tighter further pleasing the invading tool within her.
	Bo sucked on her titties, squeezing the mounds and nipping the nipples until such a time as there was the presence of orgasmic bliss approaching.  Their illicit blending of sex sweat steamed off of their nude bodies, juts of love cream mixed and mingled, Bo’s balls slapped against her body as his cock increased tempo and made juicy sounds in her pussy.
	Finally the tumultuous ending came—with gusto!  Power thrustings there were as Bo entered into that magical realm of ecstasy.  He could feel the torrent of his love juices streaming thru his shaft and exploding out the tip of his dick.  It was incredible and he suddenly began fucking like a rapid dog.
	And strangely, Olivia fucked back!

	Bo grinded his cock into her dick delight, gyrating all about going crazy as he strove to thoroughly “get off” but it was a bit of a struggle due to the lack of sincere snugness of the cunt he fucked and the inordinate amount of humping he had been doing of late.
	When the final blast of liquid love jutted from his cock, Bo was spent.  He was useless.  He lay mostly on the Baptist woman, his cock still embedded in her cunny, juices still squirting into her sex.  Olivia roamed her hands all over the boy’s sweaty body, her pussy still undulating, squeezing his cock and spewing juices her ownself.
	“We better clean up,” Olivia suddenly said, “someone bound to come home soon.”
	Bo agreed and slowly pushed himself up.  When he was standing and watching the naked cum drenched Olivia sit up and then stand up—he realized ‘Holy shit!’ she wasn’t under the guise of the EMAD!
	Nope—she wasn’t!

	“Nifty little thing you got there,” she said as she ran a washcloth to her dick trench, “you know you’re not supposed to use it like that.”
	Bo at first thought she was talking about his EMAD, but then realized she was being different and talking about his cock.  He was flopping it, fondling it, stroking it, prepping it for round two…
	He grew embarrassed and on her own, Olivia stepped to him and washed his cock and balls.  His cock strengthened back to life and he guided it into her mouth.
	Olivia was not a prolific cock sucker and it wasn’t known (not to Bo) if she slurped her mountain husband’s dong or not.  She sucked Bo’s cock, though, and that was good enough for him.
	He didn’t cum, though, he didn’t get the chance; someone came home.
	The two nudeys fled upstairs with their gathered clothing just as the front door opened with Olivia’s hubby and two offspring entering therein.  Bo dressed hurriedly, his body still in some discomfort from the wreck, and the recent sex had drained him of energy, too.  In the hallway afterwards he met Olivia who smiled, “Better keep that in a safe place.” she said with a Devil’s smile.
	Bo wondered—what did she refer to?  His cock or the EMAD?

	Later that evening, after the evening meal, Bo banged the eldest Talburr girl in the barn.  She was positioned over a bale of hay, her dress hiked up over her waist, her panties off, legs spread, and Bo’s wonderful cock working her into a tizzy.

	He gave her a good doinking; it made his balls sing!  Rivers of cum spewed out of the girl’s cunt, it was amazing and Bo was awed.  Slapping his cock against Julianna’s ass he never heard the footsteps behind him…

	“Enjoy yourself?”
 	Bo whirled around slinging strands of cum from his cock.
	Olivia Talburr stood there just shutting the side door.
	‘Holy sweet sorry son-of-a-bitch!’ Bo breathed.
	“I don’t want you messin’ with my Elizza,” Olivia warned, “but you can have your way with the rest.”
	Bo was stunned.
	Olivia told him she knew the girls, Mary Beth and Julianna were having sex with the boys, and Elizza was probably involved orally, along with taking it up the ass.
	She also knew that when the girls (and boys) got disciplined by their Daddy, they got pumped up the ass, too.  Olivia’s Daddy had done her the same way.  She had never had sex with him, just up the ass.  Her Daddy had caught her masturbating once and beat her ass raw, then sodomized her until she passed out!
	When she woke up, her belongings were packed and she was shuttled off to a boarding school.  There she had sexual encounters with the girls there and the male staffers.  There was a boys boarding school not far away and many sexual encounters where made with them.
	Bo was impressed.  His leaking cum squirter stiffened as she told him her sexual life story.  She didn’t spill it all, though, just some of it—there wasn’t time presently for the full telling.  She came up to her mind stunned daughter and by the lantern light examined the cum still trickling out of the snatch.
	“And she wont know what you did afterwards?” Olivia asked.
	“Right.” Bo told her.
	“That’s a very dangerous thing.” Olivia said; Bo still not sure if she meant his cock or the EMAD.  Bo stroked his cock and handled his mind altering device.
	“Do you want to know why I wasn’t affected?”
	Yeah, he was kinda interested.
	Suddenly, 
	“Momma?  You in there?” Johnathan’s voice rang out on the other side of the main doors to the barn.

	Olivia went into panic mode.  Bo grabbed the naked cum drenched Julianna and stowed her away in a rear unused stall, Olivia tossing their clothing in after them.  She went to the door and went out, closing the door behind her.
	Bo lay still, his cock shrived up in fear.  He heard no more sounds of intrusion but he waited a bit more.  Slowly he dressed Julianna, wiping her cum soaked cunny and getting horny again.  But time was late and he had to hustle her back to her family.
	Olivia.  What did she have that prevented her from being affected by his EMAD?  She was strange, wily, and a whole lot more.  Despite her persona of being a staunch Baptist, frowning on cussing, fibbing, moonshiners; she was a normal person having a hot and horny cunt.
	Bo couldn’t figure her—and decided not to try.  He had enough problems.  Yancy Tucker had come by to give the news (sic) bad to Bo; 
	The Tow job was of no consequence, but the left side was all crumbled, left tire assembly gone and need of total replacement; both chrome bumpers ripped; oil pan wrecked, steering assembly broken; big hole in the gas, tank, too.
	It was going to take some kind of money to fix; not to mention time.
	After supper the family migrated to do their evening thing—bathing, gathered around the television, radio show, playing board games, reading, whatever.  Bo made way outside to sit on the porch being glum.  He had missed a week and then some of school, that would be tough to make up.  Of course, he had the EMAD to help him out if the teachers and administration staff gave him too much grief.  But he had to be careful on campus due to the high tech EMAD detectors.
	Bo didn’t have much money and being a Bank Robber wasn’t in his cards—he could do it, but the risks were high(er) due to the fact that he couldn’t just merrily waltz in and waltz out willy-nilly like.  At most, his lackluster EMAD could zap two minds at once, and hold them in limbo for a short period of time.  There, too, though, was the ability to fine tune the EMAD and have the Subject-Victim follow thru with inserted commands.  Meaning, Bo could tell a subdued mind a certain set of commands and/or desires and when the mind of the Subject-Victim was back to itself, it would follow thru and comply.
	So if he wanted say a bank teller to parlay to him some funds was doable.  But it still had risks.  The EMAD didn’t always work as planned.  And how much could he get the teller to parlay to him?  Yancy was looking around at $2,000 to fix up the Lil Girl, another grand (or two) to get her back to the way Bo liked her.

	He had told Yancy to go ahead with the repairs and he would pay him.  The legal way was to make a hell of a lot more moonshine runs; but at $150 a run—he wasn’t going to be able to pay ole Yancy any time soon.  He figured he could put Yancy off—but that wasn’t right.
	Of course, there was always using the EMAD against ole Yancy…
	And he could blackmail ole Yancy, too!

	Lights in the Talburr were going out.  Fireflies lit up the outside, crickets sang their songs, small beads of sweat trickles down the back of his neck.  His body still hurt, his car was fucked.  Lightly he thought of revenge against them damn revenuers.  
	The screen door squeaked open and someone came out.  But the suddenness of “roses” Bo knew it was Olivia.
	“You alright?” she asked.
	He shrugged.  He liked her, the family, the mountain life.  But he liked his other life, too.  He actually missed school.  The EMAD just sort of paved the way for him to “score” with various bitches who wouldn’t normal let him “score” with them.  So be it.  Moonshine running wasn’t a career path of choice, but it would do.  He got the serious adrenaline rush for sure for outrunning and outfoxing the Rever’s, but there were consequences of getting caught—and consequences of NOT getting caught but avoiding doing so.
	Mired in his own thoughts Olivia let him be.  She sat quietly for a time; the mountain life settling into its nocturnal cacophony of nature’s music.  It was relaxing and did soothe Bo, he hadn’t come up with “options” he needed to fix his car, so he decided to “play it by ear” and something would come along.
	With that, he stood and made way to the nearest bush…

	There was little sleeping for Bo, though he had decided on that “play it by ear” option, he was still restless.  Mostly he couldn’t get comfortable with his body still wrecked with pangs.  He was restless, listless, and still concerned about his ability to get his Lil Girl back on the road runnin’ ‘shine.  He had missed a lot of school and that would suck to make up—but of course, with the EMAD he could easily sway a teacher or two, three, whatever, to smooth his grades and make up time lost.
	In the back of his mind casually he thought of the possibility of waltzing into a bank to help out his money issue woes.  For some reason, though, he didn’t really want to go that route.  But it was an option…

	At five-thirty he got up.  A piss and then a wash of face and then down the stairs where he found no milk in the container.  But a “container” there was—out in the barn.  He liked mountain life for the ability to get whatever was needed right from the source—no middleman, no grocery store needed.  In the barn was Maisy, the family milk cow.  A goat occupied space outside the barn; there were chickens, too.  
	Bo milked Maisey, shot some milk into the three kitties who had come to get their share, then turned to take the bucket into the house when he found Olivia at the door.
	“Good morning.” she said.  She was dressed in her nightgown and robe.  “I didn’t know you were an early riser.”
	“Yeah, I sometimes am, unless I’m lazy.”
	“You don’t seem lazy to me.” she smiled.
	There was something in the air—something more than cow farts and cow poo.  Bo set down the milk pail, rubbed the heel of his hand into his crotch and growing boner.  Olivia stepped further inside the barn, sidestepping from the door to be out of direct line o’ sight from the house.  Slowly with some obvious nervousness opened her robe.  Bo came to her, caressing her arms and lusting heavily.

	While Maisy was milked by Bo, Olivia milked Bo.  She wasn’t a cocksucker and not into backdoor banditry, just straight sex with an occasional fling of enjoy Reverse Missionary.  That was as kinky as she was willing to get.
	However, while being naughty with Bo, and afterwards, she expressed something else she wanted to be naughty—er, someone else actually.  Four someone elses.  
	Johnathan, Jason, Benny, James Robert.  Her four sons.  All of them.  She had unnatural yearnings that would not be quelled until she had all of her sons pounding her poon.  
	Bo boned the mountain woman on the bale of hay until she was utterly in a world of sexual bliss.  She trembled all over, rivers of cum spewing from her fevered cunt.  
	“Alright.” he told her.
	Olivia sighed.
	Bo smiled and loved on her a bit more…

*

Hidden treasures
	There was some old adage—you don’t know what you have till you don’t have it no more.  Something like that.  But for some folk, they have so much they don’t know what they have!  This was so with the two old spinster ladies in the mountain are of the Talburr family; the Ballwine ladies, Miss Emily and Miss Maimie.  Olivia turned Bo onto the two old ladies due to their extraordinary wealth.
	Bo already knew them, they had a homemade still in their home handed down from their “Papa” who was a county judge in his day.  The two old ladies been “sampling” the “recipe” for upteen years.  They were pickled!  (pickled and rich!)  stinking rich!  But only a few select peoples knew it; other than that, the façade of the two old spinsters held true, they lived on Government offerings as their Papa had lost all his money in the stock market.
	Bo had never run ‘shine for the old ladies, they had a few “jugs” they kept for special visitors and family/friends.  They were friendly people, lived in a big freaking mansion that looked rundown from the outside, but was well kept up from the inside.
	The ‘shine the old ladies was prime stuff, Olivia didn’t know herself but knew from her husband, John, father in-law, John’s Pa, Yancy Tucker, and other menfolk from around the mountain area.  
	“So I’m thinking; you could branch out maybe help them?”
	Hmmmm
	It was a thought.

	Getting to the Ballwins was a short drive, or a long moderate walk.  Fixing up the Lil Girl was going to take ready cash and time and Yancy Tucker took his time doing a little a little at a time.  Of course, he didn’t have many parts for Bo’s particular model so they would have to come in and THAT would take time…
	The Ballwin ladies were nice, you’d never know that they were soused!  As stated, the outside of their “modest” home was unkempt—for appearances to nosey yokels and assessment officials.  They had five acres of property; bushes and trees with a bit of lawn.  All were in need of care, tender and otherwise.  There was a barn for some reason, then a small garage.  In the garage was a 1928 Caddy…

	No one was sure who of the Ballwins was older, Miss Maimie or Miss Emily.  They both were incredibly old, in their upper 80s or quite possibly in their 90s!  They weren’t twins, neither looked alike whatsoever and both spoke differently, too.  Miss Emily was said to have attended an all girl’s boarding school (in her teen years).  What Miss Maimie’s education was was not known, neither spoke of it and there were only pictures of their Papa and other Victorian portraits adorning the walls.
	After accepting the offer of having a “sample” of the “recipe”, Bo made his own offer.  The old ladies listened intently, nodding at Bo’s proposal.  They weren’t sure about having their special “recipe” going out to other customers.  Many of the people they knew just had a glass or two, or three, of the special brew and they never thought once about “selling” any of it.
	Bo told them that they could make a very pretty penny, very.
	“And how much will YOU take?” Miss Maimie asked.  She was quick to realize, Bo wasn’t doing anything out of the goodness of his heart.
	“Five hundred.”  That was per run, 25 gallons of Special Ballwin Recipe at $50 a gallon.  Just a sip would knock your dick in the dirt!  A gallon would go a long-long ways and was worthy of the investment.
	And for the time being, he would have to use the old ladies’ car, too.
	Making fifty gallons would take awhile, though, the ladies only made a little bit at a time—so as not to overwork the Contraption.  So, in the interim, a “sample” of the recipe was required.  While “sampling” there was music from a very-very old music box thing.  Bo had to admit, the “recipe” had a kick to it, kind of smooth at first, then it burned like a glowing ember in the pit of the stomach.  The “kick” came a moment later just before the next sip…
	It made his eyes water, ears ring, and smoke smoldering from his nostrils and every other orifice he had.  It was a bit more than what he usually hauled and had “sampled.”
	After a time, he needed to pee.  He stumbled somewhat down the hall to the hall bathroom and the need was greater as he neared the toilet.  It was like he had been holding back a dam of water.  He straddled the toidy, bracing against the counter and the wall and let the “water” flow.
	As the final trickle escaped his pud and before the customary “shake” he was suddenly aware that he had company.  Turning his head he saw at the open door Miss Maimie and Miss Emily.
	“Can I help you?” he said not quite to the point of stuttering but close.
	“Well,” giggled Miss Emily, “it’s been so long since we’ve seen a willy…” the ole gal giggled and blushed and was unable to continue.

	“What my sister is getting at,” said a stern spoken non-stuttering Miss Maimie, “we were wondering if you would do us the honor of showing us your willy.”
	Bo cocked his head.  ‘WHAT!?’

	He had done a lot of strange-strange things in his time, but whipping his dick out to a pair of old bats was one for the books.  Slowly he turned and gave the old ladies a “show.”  His cock wasn’t hard and he knew that was what they wanted—a hard-on.  Slowly he stroked it, flopped it, stretched the skin to make it taut and thusly longer and more pleasing to the eye.
	Pleasing to the eye.  Miss Emily and Miss Maimie stood hovering at the door practically drooling.  Bo in no way found either of the 80-something year old crows “attractive.”  He had to think of other girls to get him hard.  He closed his eyes and then heard,
	“May we touch it?”
	It had to be the hooch.  The recipe was screwing up his hearing.  He blinked his eyes, shook his head to clear—‘what?’  he did nod his head, “ok”, though and Miss Maimie was first.  She stretched out her wrinkled ancient limb with crinkly fingers, lightly wrapping them about his dong and then squeezing ever so lightly before gingerly pulling UP to the head and then releasing.
	Sister Emily was giddy and too bashful until her sister goaded her on.  Timidly Miss Emily reached out and gripped the pulsing prong.  She merely wrapped her fingers about the prong then pulled away all a giggle.
	“We thank you, Bo,” said Miss Maimie, she straightened herself up and returned to her normal persona of a mountain woman of respect, “that was most enjoyable.”
	“Maybe we could do more?” blurted Miss Emily.
	“EMILY!” scolded harshly her apparent older sister.
	‘EMILY!’ sounded off in his head Bo.
	“I’m sure Mr. Bo has no intention of participating what you are proposing.”
	‘What the hell’s she proposing?’ then, ‘oh, God, not that!’
	Yes, that…

Meanwhile…
	While waiting to get some parts for Bo’s ride, it was observed the black girl did a Five-Finger discount while her white friend made the typical distraction.  It was candy and the two scooted out and along the parts store to the rear of the building.
	The parts building was a garage, service, bullshit gathering for men, and two pump gas station.  It was old, built back in the 40s; it was in serious need of TLC, paint, cleaning, and so forth.  There was something of a bit of groceries in three small aisles; ice cold beer in a freezer section, along with soda pop and juices.  There, too, was a bait/tackle shop to one side.
	The two kids, the black girl about eleven and the white boy her friend about ten, scooted quickly with their loot to an area behind stacks of old tires.  They had a bottle of soda pop, too, to share between them.  They were allowed to have their treats before being “busted.”
	The device used to “snare” the young culprits wasn’t much, it did nothing more than “stun” the mind temporarily for a short time.  But it was time enough for Yancy Tucker—Opportunist at Heart.  Once their young impressionable minds were stunned, there was no time to waste.  There, too, was no way to take ‘em back to his truck.  The dirty deed would have to be done close by.
	Over the crumbly brick wall and down thru the waist high to shoulder high field of grass, swaying uncut alfalfa and weeds to the small grove of cypress trees.  By the time he got the crime lords midway thru the 1,000 yard field to the trees—they were waking up.  Yancy’s low-key Mind Altering Device wouldn’t re-zap them so quickly, it sometimes took as long as an hour before it was capable of electronically mind zapping again.
	Disguising himself with a dirty kerchief he managed to conceal his face.  His hair was tucked up under his grimy ball cap.  The kids were secured via rope, bungee cord, and plastic six pac ties.  When the black girl, Arleene, began to freak out and thrash about—she was swatted hard on her ass and then roughly grabbed at the breasts.
	“Settle down!” barked and growled Yancy.  The girl saw the man’s uncovered eyes—eyes she would never forget.  Though her young mind was no longer “stunned”, her body was and she “settled down.”
	In the sanctity and security of the trees the kids were wrestled down a small hill to where the trees encircled a deep depression in the earth.  It was cool there and very thick with overgrown vegetation.  A sort of cave was formed there, crisscrossing log, boulders, and overgrown growth.

	Arleene tried wrenching away from the man, but another hard swat to her butt made it quite clear that she shouldn’t.  She stood trembling and watching in utter fear as her friend, Lonnie, had his pants and underwear wrenched down.
	The boy’s eyes were wide.  He held his breath and stared at Arleene, mouth open, fear welling up inside him.  The tall lanky man leered at the boy, smiled and began caressing the boy’s ass, then toying with his young pud.
	The man then grabbed the girl by the elbow bringing her roughly to her knees and before her friend.  
	“Suck it!” seethed the man.
	Arleene’s eyes widened wide.  She gulped and looked horrified.
	Arleene Casper was eleven, just barely so.  She had breasts, just barely.  She had poon pie hair—just barely.  She knew what sex was and most sex positions—school, home, tv shows, and news media helped out that schooling.  She was about average in height and size and came from a moderate family.  Both her parents worked and there were two younger siblings and three older ones.  
	Young Lonnie was a typical youth of ten, almost eleven (in four months.)  Sandy brown hair, brown eyes, a few freckles adorning his nose bridge area; like Arleene, he was of average size for a boy his age.  He had only his mother and one older sibling.  He dressed well and was a fairly decent student.
	Suddenly, as Arleene hesitated in her proposed command “suck”, the crazed man pulled out a nasty looking knife and placed it under the boy’s ball sack.
	“Suck it or he loses ‘em!”
	Arleene closed her eyes and felt a wash of sickness rushing over her.
	Slowly she bent down, trembling some but not crying or showing adverse emotions.  She took Lonnie’s young pud into her mouth—it wasn’t her first time but her first time with Lonnie.  She went to work on the cock, sucking it all in all at once.  It pleased the lanky grimy man and while she sucked, he caressed her backside, patted her butt, and patted/squeezed Lonnie’s bare butt…
	
	Lonnie stared at his best friend sucking his dick.  What his actual thoughts were were unknown.  As were any idea if the boy had had any kind of sexual relations before, knew about sex, sexed himself (masturbated), or whatever.  Yancy Tucker wasn’t into Q&A unfortunately, he was into the absoluteness of naughtiness and none of the frills.

	Arleene sucked and sucked and sucked her friend’s pud, sucked up his little wavels, too.  After only a minute or so she was pulled away; Lonnie pud was hard.  The boy was hard all over!  He stared at his friend and then to his hard dick; apparently—it had never been hard like that before.
	“Your turn.” Yancy smiled at the black girl.  Her eyes widened and slowly she shook her head—‘no way.’  Yancy only smiled, sniffed, blew a fart, then began wrenching the girl’s turquoise pants down.
	She wore red cotton panties with swirly designs; they were wrenched down, too.  The girl freaked a little and was a little embarrassed and a lot scared.  Yancy gave her “goodie” a nice long looksee, then fingered it.
	Arleene wanted to get angry and fight, but she was too well secured and powerless.  The man fondled her pussy and then caressed her bare ass to his delight.  Then he probed her anus.  Arleene definitely wasn’t into that route.  She freaked and wrenched herself away from the man.
	Yancy fell onto her; she kicked and lashed out as much as she could but her efforts did very little.  Lonnie fell onto the man cussing and trying to bite him.  Yancy elbowed the boy in the chest that sent him flying backwards land in a crumbled heap.
	Arleene was grabbled with, slapped, then pulled up and by the sheer glare of the man’s glare she stood still on her knees while he pulled off his belt.  Arleene reared her head back ‘I don’t fucking think so!’ was her sentiment.  Yancy smiled and landed the folded belt to her bare ass just the same.
	Lonnie managed to catch his breath and sit up, his chest hurt badly, his nose was bleeding, and the fling thru the air and collision with the earth wasn’t too pleasant.  He was a little rattled and somewhat dazed; but he saw his best friend in more peril than ever—she was pressed against the man and being stricken by his belt.
	After only a few hard-hard swats of the belt, Arleene was forced to bend over.  She lay against a rotting log while her young friend was pulled to her, “Lick ‘er!” barked Yancy.
	Arleene’s cheeks were pried apart and Lonnie had to give a lick or two to her clenching bung hole.  Luckily it was a “clean” hole but it wouldn’t have mattered to Yancy…
	Lonnie reluctantly applied his tongue to Arleene’s dirt chute, just a few licks was all and he was pulled up to a sitting position.  The girl then was invaded by another probe—Yancy’s finger.
	It was very uncomfortable for her, the man’s finger went IN as far as possible and then wriggled around before sodomizing her with the plunging in and out.  That was followed half a minute later with another finger…

	Arleene cried and wriggled about as she was fingered in her ass, Lonnie stood on his knees, eyes bulging, cock just as hard as ever.  He was frightened to be sure and alarmed, but totally engrossed by the stranger’s deed just the same.
	At length the finger fucking stopped and the spanking resumed.
	The belt was plucked up from the ground where it had been cast off and once more applied with a more hearty delivery.  Arleene felt as if though she were going to come out of her skin!
	“PLEASE STOP!” she wailed.
	Yancy complied!  He smoothed his hand over the girl’s burning ass, then undone his own pants…
	Lonnie lost his ability to breathe as he saw the man’s manhood.  Whether or not he had seen one before was not known, but he looked at Yancy’s cock with incredible awe, mouth open, eyes wide.  Yancy gave a stroke to his prick, then waggled it and slapped it up against the black girl’s seared ass.  
 	Arleene was barely aware of being probed again—especially by the man’s cock—not until it was most of the way into her dark recess.  The girl began to wriggle and freak out—she apparently had never been tagged in the ass before and it was more than uncomfortable.
	Yancy gripped her hips and power drove his cock into her turdway and humped to his delight.  And he delighted for several minutes before unleashing a massive torrent of man juice.  He wasn’t very gentle in his doings and made Arleene’s pooper stream with blood, too.
	When done, the pepper eating man sat back somewhat exhausted.  Arleene could only lay against the log heaving, retching, gagging, and sobbing uncontrollably.  Lonnie’s cock was still hard, his stare was still locked onto Yancy’s cock as well as to his friend’s tortured ass.
	With the buck knife the girl’s pants and underwear were ripped from her feet, the red panties were used to wipe her asshole and when clean, the girl’s best friend was pulled up and placed “into position.”  The boy was delirious and unaccustomed to the proposed proceedings.  His cock was manhandled, literally, his balls fondled and then with the application of spittle from both the boy’s own mouth and the man’s mouth, Lonnie made dutiful entry into Arleene’s already distressed rectum.
	As he pumped, Yancy caressed the boy’s ass with a time or two swatting it bare handed growling at the boy to “fuck faster!” and landed the belt to the boy’s ass to ensure that he did so.

	Lonnie sat back in utter and total awe.  ‘holy shit!’ etched on his sweet young round face.  His cock had exploded.  Usually and normally there was a stream of yellow that he had come to know as Piss, Pee, Urine, Golden River.  What spewed out of his pud after a couple of minutes pounding Arleene’s ass was not Piss, Pee, Urine, or a Golden River; it was sticky, milky white, and it made his Little Man feel REAL GOOD!
	It was a unique feeling and the boy was mesmerized.
	Arleene not so much.
	To further lambaste the boy’s mind, Yancy sucked him.
	Lonnie to be sure had never been sucked by a man.  Arleene had been the first to suckle his pud and he was still getting used to that feeling—then the strange pepper eating man took a turn on him.  When done, the boy’s pants and underwear were ripped by the buck knife freeing his legs.  He then was placed alongside his friend and beaten firstly by hand, fingered up the virgin Hershey Highway, then stricken with the belt until he couldn’t stand it.
	Arleene bawled and begged for the beating to stop.
	Compliance!
	Yancy dropped the belt, spread the boy’s cheeks—and sodomized him.  The boy went nuts but pressed as he was against the log he was powerless.  Arleene hung her body lifelessly against the log sobbing.

	Her shirt and bra were ripped off (by the knife); the horrid man straddled her and began manhandling her young budding breasts.  There was nothing Arleene could do but endure.  She wept some, clenched and gritted her teeth.  She knew what was next in coming.
	And she was right.  
	Her legs were forced open and her young cunny was licked and sucked on—firstly by her best friend, white boy Lonnie.  The boy wasn’t very good; Arleene confessed to Yancy that she did indeed have sexual relations with her brothers that included oral.  
	As Lonnie licked black poon (for the first time) Yancy from behind him fingered his freshly buggered asshole, spanked it with bare hands and the belt again.
	A minute of tonguing and Lonnie was positioned to fuck his friend.  His hands were still bound behind him so the naughty gangly man did the positioning.  Lonnie was frightened but curious with other mixed emotions.  His pud was glided into Arleene’s cunt and the fucking commenced.

	Lonnie’s little “squirter” continued to amaze the young boy; after a few minutes humping haphazardly-like on his best friend, he “came” and it was the most amazing mind-boggling experience of his young life.  He sat off to one side with his mind blitzed—watching in more awe as the extreme naughty man took HIS turn!
	Arleene fussed as much as she could, but powerless was she.  The man expertly made vaginal penetration and smiled as he was able to sink his pud all the way in.  He made slow deliberate pumping, a little more gentle than he had been when pounding her asshole.
	He took his time, driving the young beneath him crazy.  She fought to deny him the pleasures of showing pleasure—but she trembled, shuddered and experienced orgasm(s).  Yancy continued pumping, straining to get his own nuts off and continuing to lust heavily after the dark skinned beauty; mawing her breasts, sucking on them, then stepping up his orgasm progress and humping madly as the blissful feeling seethed throughout his lanky frame.

*

how to make an old scream
	take away her social security check, her teeth, her cane, her liquor
	or give her the fuck of a lifetime to last her the rest of her days….
	Emily Ballwin lay with an etched glow on her face—and yea her whole (nude) body.  Bo wasn’t disgusted at his task—rather kinda intrigued.  Despite the aged orifice his pecker went sliding into the fuck was decent enough to give him a satisfying orgasm.
	Miss Emily rolled, bucked, bulged her eyes and was sexually ballistically charged.  Midway thru the fuck, Bo worried what would happen if the old lady should die while his bone was in her?  That would be bad—very bad.
	Luckily, though, Miss Emily sweated, panted, and still breathed.
	She wasn’t a bad looking naked, but Bo preferred them “a little younger.”  His cock didn’t seem to care or mind, it came and gave the old lad’s cunt a massive cum wash.  Most of Bo’s energy was spent, he lay off to one side of Miss Emily exhausted, rolling onto his back feeling the breath of mountain fresh air thru the open window.
	Miss Emily lay as she was for a time before she moved off of the great ornate Victorian bed and to the private bathroom.  Bo lay slowly recovering with his cock strangely tingling.

	Miss Emily returned a few minutes later, dressed in a thin ankle length nightgown.  She came with a washrag and applied it herself to Bo’s manhood.  Bo opened his legs and couldn’t believe what was going on; his man parts being washed by an old lady!
	Afterwards, she offered the use of the shower if he would like.
	He would and did.
	Afterwards, Miss Maimie’s turn.
	Miss Maimie had her own room, and bathroom.  While Bo had screwed her sister, Maimie Ballwin had “watched” from the doorway.  When Bo was freshened up and “ready”, he found the elder Ballwin in her room—waiting.  Like her sister, Miss Maimie wore an ankle length gown.  No underwear.  Bo waltzed into the old mansion room decorated in old style furnishings, a fireplace in the corner, old portraits and paintings, and great four poster bed.  
	Casually Bo wondered if the two shared their beds—with each other?  Did they engage in any hanky and or panky?  Bo shuddered at the thought and stroked his pud as he approached Miss M and her bed.
	Slowly Miss Maimie cast off her gown.  She wasn’t that bad looking for a gal in her upper 80s.  Her poon was like her sister’s, gray.  Imagining that it was Olivia, Julianna, Mindy, and ever other girl he knew got him hard enough to engage in the task of boning old lady poon.

	At Parker Lewis’ Ice Creamery and Confectionary Shoppe, Bo downed two malts and sat in a blur.  What an afternoon!  Screwing two old ladies was not on his list of “bitches to screw.”
	But then again, he was paid for it.
	Yep, he was a ‘ho, a stud, a worldly man.  After balling the two old bitches in heat and showering (twice) he got a cup of the “recipe”, fifty gallons to deliver and not the $500 he had asked for to make the delivery for them, but $5000.
	$5000!
	$5000!
	Five-thousand dollars!
	Holy bank vault, Batman!
	But at what cost!?
	He felt dirty, his cock tingled strangely and though he had replaced their aged images with that of bitches he had screwed previously, their 80-plus year old pussies still filled his mind afterwards.

	The rest of the afternoon he had spent doling out the mountain juice to various select customers.  He found Yancy Tucker not at his place of business so he tooled out of the mountain area—grinning wide as he past by plain unmarked cars oh so obvious as being revenuer cars.  None of them or other law officials would suspect a 1928 Cadillac as being a moonrunner.
	With the Ballwin’s money he made a deposit to his bank account, keeping some “throwing around money” and then upgrading his EMAD.  That kept him busy and his mind off of the dirty deed he had done that afternoon.  He still needed to return to the Talburrs where he would “finish” up a little task Olivia wanted.
	Before that, though, he made for the malt shoppe where he downed the first malted without tasting it.  So he needed another and a load of fries to settle himself and relax.  While doing so, he noted a fellow classmate, Shaylynn Baxwater and her best friend Claudia Halloway.  Shaylynn’s little brother was with them, too.
	It was mid evening and the shoppe was a little crowded, too crowded for Bo’s taste.  Security guards with EMAD detectors were everywhere and it unnerved Bo.  He finished his malted and made his way out to the Caddy where he fiddled with the upgraded EMAD.  He worried slightly that the upgrade might make the device more detectable—and that would be bad, very bad.
	On a whim he guessed he would tempt fate and try it out.  Subject Shaylynn, Claudia, and Shaylynn’s ten year old brother came out of the shoppe and made their way across Bo’s path.  Imagine!  The Malt Shoppe was among other shops—electronic store, pizzeria, gallery, pottery, knick-knack bric-a-brac, chain grocery store, and the like.  An exercise store had been to the one side of the malt shoppe but had burned down months earlier, it hadn’t been replaced and so there was a bit of “space” between the shoppe and the next business.  It was in the “space” that wily horndog Bo tested the new and improved EMAD.
	The first impressive upgrade of note was being able to Stun Multiple Minds.  However, in doing so, he did note that the EMAD detector Claudia wore on her person began blinking.
	The second impression upgrade of note was being able to verbally manipulate the Subject(s); giving short commands whereas they would follow said commands as if on their own will.
	Bo quickly had Claudia place her hand over the blinking detector; noting that there was no such detection noted on Shaylynn or her brother, Shaun.

	Once the E-detector was concealed, Bo stepped up and assured himself that the three were under his spell.  He used an airline pilot’s microphony to verbally transmit his wishes, but it was common place with the handsfree cellphones in everyday life so it wasn’t noticed.
	Firstly he stepped up to Subject One, Shaylynn.  She was his age and in his class at school, but they didn’t have any “classes” together.  He knew “of” her but didn’t know her.  But he WANTED to know her…
	She was plain sorta-kinda, not outstandingly pretty, but had a nice butt, a nice rack, a sweet face, long soft brown hair that sometimes she styled in a popular disco-era style of “feathering.”  She hailed from Texas but didn’t have the atypical Texas drawl.  An Honor student, choir, and star volleyballer, she had Bo’s attention.
	Of course, doing a naughty out in the open was not going to happen, EMAD or not.  He ushered the three of them to the old timey Caddy, marveling at how they just merrily went along and complied with his command, “get in the old car.” 
	He belted them in himself, copped a feel of Shaylynn and Claudia, even fondled Shaun “just because.”  None of them made any sign to indicate that they were “aware” of the fondling.  He couldn’t wait.

	And he didn’t, either.  He made it three blocks before the Desire to Molest overtook him and he whipped the Caddy off the main street and nestled behind a business complex where he quickly got into the backseat area of the grand 4-door ’28 Caddy, undone Shaylynn’s blouse and commenced to a quick but hearty fondling.
	Of course he wanted more.
	Down between her legs he went fondling; then took her hand and made her fondle him.  A casual look to her brother and he licked his lips,
	“Say,” he said in a quiet whisper, “do you and your brother fool around?”
	“Some.” Shaylynn answered.
	Bo wanted more information, details.
	“You suck his cock?”
	“No.”
	“Does he lick your pussy?”
	“No.” she answered calmly.
	“Do you just “show” each other what you have?  Your naughty bits?”
	“Yes.”
	“Any touchy-feely?”
	“No.”
	Bo’s cock was busting out of his jeans, but instead of balling the girl(s) right then and there, plus the boy, a narly thought invaded his noggin.  A plan, a naughty-naughty plan.

*

	His home digs was good, he lived in a trailer park where most folk minded their own damn business.  Of course, he was aware of various rumors but that was a human natural.  His trailer was a 1950s model, he liked it (but with good money in the bank he could do better, lots better.)
	Pulling the 1928 Caddy into the park, though, was going to be a bitch—it was sure to get noticed.  Couldn’t be helped, he had no other plausible options.  His trailer had a small parking space, a small side yard, awnings, and something akin to a flower bed where the “hitch” was.  After parking under the driveway awning he settled to once more fiddle with the EMAD and move the Subjects from the old timey car to trailer.
	Once inside he switched on the swamp cooler (a/c), helped himself to a drink then assessed his Subjects—er, addressedthem.
	This was good.  He embraced Shaylynn, kissing her, pressing her  body against his, his cock busting out of his pants—so he freed it!  Using Shay’s hand he had her fondle his freed bone, fondle his balls and send him to a new level of ecstasy.  His own hands went all over her body, squeezing her ass and driving his sexual desires to a higher heightened state of arousal—almost obliterating what he had done earlier that day…
	After much ado about fondling and caressing he gently put the girl on his bed.  The trailer was 8 feet wide, typical standard 1950s vacationing trailer.  It, too, was some fifteen feet long, seven feet tall.  It was a little rundown inside (and out), had a few plants here and there to make it nice; porno books here and there for entertainment.  
 	On the bed Bo began undressing her, taking his time and enjoying the moment.  He told the other two to undress themselves.  As they did so, Bo undressed himself and continued to marvel at the upgrade he had managed with the EMAD.
 	With her legs opened wide he closely scrutinized Shaylynn’s teen twat.  It was a nice twat and not virginal.  She wasn’t a slut but she had been laid more than once.
	Bo tongued it before asking, “How many times?” and “Who?”

	She wasn’t a slut, but she “gave it up” to three different boys.  The first boy was from her hometown in Texas the eve of the day she left for their current home.  No condom was involved and for a time she fretted about pregnancy.  The second boy was her first boyfriend at her new high school.  The third boy was the best friend of the boyfriend, the boyfriend not aware of his girlfriend and best friend’s antics.
	How long ago had she been laid?
	Last weekend, at school during a soccer game.  He wore protection and they did it more than once.  She had NOT taken it up the ass OR even in the mouth!  She DID handle the cock before they entered her.  She WAS curious about backdoor buggering, and giving head; but she feared problems associated with doing those ventures.
	Bo cinched himself up against her, rubbing the head of his cock against her sex and made dutiful entry.  While he pumped the image of Miss Emily filled in and overshadowed Shaylnn’s face.  Shaking his head madly he turned to look at the naked Shaun standing at the side of the bed.  That helped and he promptly put the screws to screwing the boy’s sister.
	“Just showing, huh?” he mused as he pumped; typical brother and sister exposing themselves to one another but not going any further.  Well, Bo had a means of changing that…
	After a time banging in Shaylynn he finally came.  He lay on the nude girl, suckling her bodacious titties, fingering her cum soaked cunt, placing a hickie on her right tit and imagining her brother doing same.
 	Hmmm
 	‘From now on,’ he communicated with the Shaun (and Shaylynn), ‘you will suck your sister’s titties, everyday!’
 	He added more daily instructions (providing, of course, they could get away with it without risk of being caught.)  Everyday, every morning before school, while in the bathroom they shared, Shaylynn would suck her brother’s dick.
 	But wait!  There’s more!
 	 Everyday, if possible, Shaylynn would lay out on the bathroom floor and be humped by brother Shaun.  When he started to cum—prior to fucking, he was to make use of a condom.  Knocking up your sister wasn’t cool.
	And Claudia was to be involved, too.  Same deal, sucking Shaun’s cock and spreading her legs to take him.  Usually by the time Claudia got to the Baxwater home, though, Shay and Shaun were dressed and ready for school—soooooo, while in the car of Claudia’s, Shay would drive while Claudia in the backseat sucked on Shaun’s schlong.

	Bo contemplated another notion, just having the trio show up at his doorstep, come in, get naked, get freaky, get cum stains all over them!  He liked that idea—a lot!
	Bo was in his glory and humped the Shay, fondling Shaun’s cock and balls.  He at length brought the youngster onto the bed having his sister suck him off right then and there.  The images of Miss Maimie and Miss Emily faded.  
	When Shaun’s schlong was stiff as a rail, he positioned the boy himself having him lay on his lovely nude sister, guiding in his young cock and schooling him on the fine pleasures of sibling sex.  Natural instinct was intact with Shaun and he quickly began to pump.  Bo caressed the boy’s ass, peeked down between his legs to see the actual penetration taking place and was very amused.  He liked what he saw—a lot!

	In the shower with Shay he doinked her again, twice!  After rinsing her down, lathering her up, fingering her pussy, he positioned her against the textured wall of the shower stall, put her legs about his waist and made heartfelt penetration to her cunny.  Slow and methodic pumps, grinding and gyrating till he showered her inner workings with a bountiful load of love cream.  
	Meanwhile, on the bed, young Shaun humped on Claudia.
	The shower felt good, he had never banged a girl while in the shower.  The water was just right splashing against him, the water droplets landing on Shaylynn’s body made her all the more enticing.  It took a moment or two after slamming her cunt and creaming before his cock was once more stiff enough to probe her backdoor.
		
	His energy levels were dropping but he took a turn drilling Claudia anyways.  Her pussy was mostly hairless; he learned that the girl had a quirky habit of shaving it.  Shaylynn’s snatch box had a layer of pubes surrounding her pie, Bo put it to her (and her bro) that it should be cleanly shaven, and Shaun was the one to do it!  Either in their own bathroom or wait until at Bo’s place.
	And while he screwed Claudia slow and easy he had the young sibling shave his sister’s cunt.  Shaylynn laying on the bed with her legs spread wide while her nude brother who had a new reason for living applied a thin layer of shaving cream to her poon, then shaved using the throw-away razor of Bo’s.

	It was fucking fantastic and gave Bo a new reason to live.  He also got a new stamina and fucked Claudia’s poon with a new fever.  Claudia had been a virgin—had.  Her asshole, though, was not.  She also gave head.  She wasn’t a slut about it—her asshole and mouth were anointed with cream from just one boy and just a couple of times.
	Bo took his time with Claudia, admiring her, taking in her features, her bouncing/jiggling breasts, her snug fitting cunt.  He put it to her that she was to “give it up” to her boyfriend, along with having Shaun bone her.  Both would use condoms.  Only Bo didn’t use a rubber.
	He gave Claudia the what for, then languished in her delectable pussy realizing that he didn’t eat her out before humping.  oh well, next time.  Young Shaun didn’t cum, but close counts.  He loved fucking his sister.  With the EMAD, all things were possible.  The trio’s minds had been rewired to accept their new sexual lifestyle—in secret.  They were their own person(s), but with the added sexual lust fever they would all share inmixed with the addition of “sharing” their bodies with Bo and not thinking twice about doing so!
	Aint technology grand!

*

Service calls
	Johnathan  Jason  Benny  James Robert
	Everyday they were get a handjob from—Olivia, their mother.  Everday the boys would come to her and lay her, one at a time.  They would not discuss their sexual involvement with their Baptist mountain mother to anyone—inside or outside the family or even among themselves.  It was to be a mindless act—a ritual.
	No anal, Olivia wasn’t into that.  Straight sex, no oral.  Fuck me, get off, get off, next!  The boys, too, needn’t use a condom; after so many kids enough was enough and she had herself fixed.
	With that service call completed, Bo moseyed back to the Ballwin ladies.  There was some reluctance but he went anyways.  They prepared for him a nice meal, had sherry along with the meal and were excellent cooks.  They had the finest tableware, furnishings, manners, and money.  They were nosey and asked about his day, his car, and so on.  
	Yancy Tucker was a long ways from fixing Lil Girl, he was a good mechanic to be sure—but slow.  He took his time, and of course their were “parts” issues and travel time and so forth.  

	After dinner, there was more “recipe” and talk.  The ladies filled Bo’s head with their family history—most of which was just confusing with many blank spots and the mentioning of names Bo had no idea who they were—nor did he care.
	Of course, after the sherry, water chaser, and many sips of the recipe, Bo had to pee.  While doing so, he was observed.  Again.  
	‘cripes.’
	One at a time the ladies fondled his dick, his balls; they giggled and somehow managed to get him hard.  Bo closed his eyes and escorted Miss Maimie to her room where he balled her for half an hour.
	Miss Emily got the same treatment, but with her he had her assume the “doggie style” position and drilled her 85 yr old cunt from behind.  Miss Emily liked—a lot!

	The Talburr boys weren’t the only ones tagging their sisters, though; in the mountain community there were the Rutherfjord family.  Calvin and Delbert Rutherfjord were two mountain boys who occasionally ran ‘shine through the mountain, but not in competition with Bo; although sometimes they did.  They weren’t enemies and often helped one another out in concerns of the Revers.
	The Rutherfjord family lived right on the line of Jamison and Harrison County.  Their community was small with only a few businesses about that were atypical of a hometown setting in the mountains.  They were up in the modern age but kept to their roots, too.
	Calvin was the oldest Rutherfjord, he was 19 yrs and ran the family business of milling timber.  Brother Delbert planted trees where needed from tree harvesting.  There, too, was sisters Daphne, Debbie, and Aimee.  Daphne was sixteen, Debbie thirteen, and Amiee hovered at eleven.
	Debbie had just turned thirteen.  It was her birthday party and other than her immediate family, there were friends of Calvin and Delbert in attendance, Bo included.  There were no parents, the Pa had been killed in a lumber mill accident and the Ma had run off with the milk man.
	Bo brought the “refreshments”; the Rutherfjord boys knew of the Ballwins and their “recipe”, all moonshiners had a different “tang” to their swill and most folk in the mountains could tell whose was whose merely by taste.

	Daphne was a good looking gal, taller than most, small waist, petite butt, and for sixteen—she had virtually no titties!  Long flowing reddish brown hair, a long nose, high cheek bones, and could outrun a bear (of which she did one time while trapping with her brothers—of which she even outran them!)
	Debbie had some charm to her, and bigger titties than her older sibling.  She had the red hair, small eyes, and was more reserved, quiet, and the brains—she did the books for the family business and kept them straight with their finances.
	Aimee was a good looking chick, perfectly proportioned all over, perfect teeth, supple skin, dark brown curly hair and extremely sweet.  She always greeted Bo with a big hug and often smelled of roses—she put roses in her panties!
	For Debbie’s birthday there was ice cream cake, her favorite.  A few nominal-normal presents, then the customary ass swatting.  The guests went first; Debbie going around bending over and being swatted the amount of years she was, plus one more.
	Then it was time for her brothers to give her their swats.  When she went to Calvin he undone her pants and pulled them down, followed by her underwear.  She bent over and revealed her luscious teenage ass.  It was already reddened by the swatting of the guests, but turned a brilliant red as Calvin applied his own birthday swats.
	Delbert did likewise.
	The swatting caused the girl to shed some tears, she twisted her young teen body, pranced and thrashed about some in some agony but otherwise endured the abuse.
	Then, seemingly on her own, she stood up when the spanking was all done and stripped off her clothes.  The guests, all guys, stood/sat drooling and looking very lustfully at the gorgeous young teen; Calvin and his brother stripped off their clothes, waggled their cocks, then beckoned their new teen sib to “come get your present!”
	Bo saw no EMAD in use and had never mentioned his.  The girl went to her big brother, on her knees, and took her brother’s cock, stroking it lovingly, cupped the balls, then engulfed the whole thang.  Bo guessed she had probably done so before.
	Daphne and Aimee were present and neither said word one about the doings, they continued to eat cake and sip some of the “recipe” Bo had brought.  Debbie worked her brother’s cock to a frenzy and when he came, he shot one load into her sweet cocksucking mouth, the rest anointed her young tits and chest.  She then went and serviced brother number two…

	Afterwards, it was the guests’ turn to give the new teenager her present.  There were eight guests.  Young new teen Debbie had her work cut out for her.
	Guest Number One (Adam) reeled as down on his bone the new teenager gobbled.  She worked him hard with amazing talent, tantalizing his balls and bringing him off in one minute-thirty.  She swallowed the spunk, thrashed her head with the softening pud still in her mouth getting every bit of the ball juice.  When she pulled back she kept a holt of the cock and flopped it against her face before moving on to Guest Number Two (Brad.)
	Brad was a quick cummer and filled the birthday girl’s mouth with his “present” in no time at all.  She flopped the manhood against her face, snorting up the goo into her nostrils, licking the head, then moved on to the next guest.
	Bo had a nice look at her ass as the “guests” were assembled in the living room in a circle, the birthday girl going around in that circle receiving her present.  He had always wanted to tag Debbie, Daphne and Aimee, too!
	By the time she was going down on guest number four, guest number one was hard again.  Stroking his cock he came up behind the party girl and parting her cheeks made entry into her.  Debbie never even paused, she slurped schlong and brought him off in two minutes flat.
	Working on guest number five, Eric, guest number two, Brad, was hard and pounding proudly into the new teen’s ass.  A time or two he pulled out and slapped his cock against her ass, dragged it up and down the crack then returned it to her dark abyss.
	Guest number seven was Bo.  He was oh so hard and quite near ready to blast off from the get go.  Guest number four, David, was pounding the girl from behind; David was a big ole mountain boy of sixteen who moved timbers pert near by his lonesome.  He was a big ole strapping boy with a big ole strapping cock!

*

	He had money in the bank.  His Lil Girl was in the process of being fixed up, but it would still take a few more days.  Meanwhile he had the continued use of the Ballwin ladies’ ride.  It was ok and got him a lot of attention.  Attention, though, was one thing Bo didn’t particularly care for.
	After the “party” at the Rutherfjord home he tooled home.  His body still ached from the crash weeks earlier.  And after all the sex he had had, his cock and balls ached, too!

	Laying out on his bed he stared up to the dingy paneling.  Five grand was in the bank, earning some interest.  With the EMAD-upgrade, he could double that!  Triple!  But he was wise enough to realize that in doing so that would, too, garner unwanted attention.
	He also was wise enough to realize that the EMAD could fail him.  He had heard stories in the news and by gossip that EMADs were susceptible to failing without warning for no reason.  He sighed and rested.  What would tomorrow bring?

	At the new dawn he thought of going to have himself checked up on by Doc Bakker.  He hadn’t seen John Calhoon or his crazy hermit friend, Magnus in awhile, either.  It was good to have people like Magnus, though, and John C who knew the low land area as it was always good to have a “backup” plan in case something went awry.
	But his body was tired.  His balls hurt; too much sex?
	Nah.
	His mind rested on the money in the bank.  He could really fix up the trailer; new appliances, flooring, walls, stuff.  A new tv, radio, clothes, all kinds of things.  Heck a whole brand new trailer!  Switching on his crappy little radio he fixed himself up a bowl of cereal and contemplated the mysteries that were his life.
	While noshing on his breakfast fare he noted next door something of interest.  Young’uns!  He hadn’t noticed them before and generally, as a rule, he kept to himself and didn’t pay much attention to his neighbors.  Most the folk in the ancient trailer park were old.  Very few young adults and very few children.  
	The “young’uns” chased after a dog, a wet dog full of soap.  The dog went immediately to the back wooden fence where a feeble attempt of flowers were.  The wet doggie, Comet, was a golden Labrador and promptly went muzzle first and then sunk to his chest, tail wagging and getting extremely muddy.
	Bo watched as the kids attempted to get the doggie—in the process they got thoroughly muddy themselves.  Comet stood and shook, the typical doggie shake all dogs do and slung mud all over and everywhere—including onto Bo’s 1928 Cadillac.
	The oldest young’un, a girl about 12 or so held the dog firmly, she was cute—even coated in mud.  A blond haired girl, a long pony tail crimped from the back of her noggin, budding breasts, small tight red shorts, a Summery tanktop revealing a small petite bra concealing her small petite budding breasts.

	Bo was intrigued.
	Two other girls there were, plus a boy.  The girls were twins at eight years, while the lone boy was about nine-ish.  The boy took over holding the dog’s collar and walking him back to the tub on the other side of their trailer.  Meanwhile, the oldest girl made her way to Bo’s door.  Imagine that!
	There was a knock and Bo realized he was nude; grabbing a bathrobe he opened the door to greet the young’un.
	“Hi!” sparked the pretty little thing, “I’m Marissa!”
	“Ok,” said Bo still shaking sleeping cobwebs from his noggin, “and?”
	“I’m sorry about our dog, what he did to your car?”
	Bo gave her the “Huh?” look.  Marissa explained, “We were giving him a bath and he got away,” Bo stepped out of his trailer following the girl as she explained.  She had a very nice butt and Bo wanted to see it, feel it, lick it, fuck it.  Not necessarily in that order.
	Bo wasn’t mad about the mud slung onto the car, “It’ll wash off.” He told her, noting how polite she was and how nice and honorable it was of her to come to him to let him know.  She was appreciative, too, and Bo suspected that her parents had raised very well.
	Bo returned to his humble abode—with a raging boner raging.
	Thankfully, Shaylynn, her brother, and Claudia came by to pay him a visit—a sexual visit.  He was pretty well fucked out, sucked out, but as soon as the trio were inside he had them stripping down to their underwear, Shaun to his skin.
	After embracing Shaylynn, he squatted to his knees and addressed her cunny.  She wore blue panties with white stars all over them.  Her muffin showed thru, “camel toe.”  It was nice—very nice.  Slowly he tugged the undies down, smiling big as he saw that the bare muffin.
	“Did you and your brother fuck this morning?” he asked of her.
	“Yes.” she replied.
	Hot damn! 
	“Did you suck his dick?”
	“Yes.”
	Bo had other questions but they were obliterated with his desires; he moved Shaylynn to the sofa where he pulled off her panties (and bra), opened her legs and guided into her his fuck stick.
	Once more his eyes feasted on her bodacious tatas.  His cock fit comfortably into her sex, the girl smiled to unknowingly not in the know that she was “under the influence” of an electronic mind altering device.  Slowly he pumped into her, having Claudia come stand by and slid off her panties then position herself out on the sofa on her knees…

	When gobs of cum finally exploded from his cock Bo virtually collapsed onto Shaylynn.  His energy level had not had sufficient time to recover from his recent shenanigans in the mountains and home and so on and so forth.  His cock needed a week’s vacation at least!
	After pulling out he addressed Claudia’s ass, it was right there in his face!  A nice ass she had, virtually all girls had a nice ass.  She braced the so-so arm of the sofa, knees on the funky green cushion with a 1960s design embroidered on them.  He patted the girl’s ass, parted it, then applied tongue.
	His fingers worked her cunt; Shaylynn worked his saucey cock!
	Soon his fingers tired, his tongue lost momentum, and his cock raged hard—“Stick me in something!” it yelled.
	Bo complied, but the cock was in peril, it was over fucked.  Bo pressed on, though, gripping Claudia’s ass and pounding away at her middle.  Meanwhile, for his further enjoyment he had Shaylynn take her brother’s cock and suck him.  This helped Bo remain hard and drive him to the brink of orgasmic pleasure.  It was still a struggle to cum, though, but the extra visual aid helped out a great deal.
	He pounded Claudia’s ass, and while doing so, he happened to look out and see that little girl, the one who had come to his door telling him about the mud on his car.  She was out again doing summersaults and was doing them well.  Due to the car and the awning protecting the car and the rose bushes separating his rented property from the neighbors—he couldn’t see much—just her legs flying up in the air and then her arms as she flipped.
	Bo’s cock swelled packed firmly inside Claudia’s asshole.  He drove hard and thought nothing more of screwing that little neighbor girl, her twin siblings wouldn’t be bad either!

	A river of cum drizzled out of Claudia’s asshole.  It was a wondrous site to behold and Bo beholded it.  Claudia pawed at her pounded ass, fingered herself and wriggled about in some agony.  It felt like, according her, that she had just had one of those tremendous shits—the ones where your pants fit better afterwards!
	Shaylynn had sucked her brother off, the little squirt squirting some jiz into her sisterly mouth.  Bo took the trio to the bedroom with the taking of Claudia into the shower.  On the bed, Shaylynn lay out with her brother munching on her hairless cunt.
	In the shower he spanked Claudia and washed her well fucked asshole.  In turn, she washed his cock and they sucked face for several minutes.  Bo’s cock was in agony—AG-OH-KNEE!

	Into Claudia dick trench he went, pressing the lovely teen against the wall of his small shower and easing into her sex his throbbing semi hard cock.  He marveled constantly at her nude body, from that little girl, Mindy, to every other girl he had bagged since—their nude bodies were a marvel to him.  Once they were nude, he tried just pausing before sinking his bone into them to look them over, take in every nuance of their nakedness—from their bodacious titties (if they had titties) to their poons, hairless or not.
	A girl’s nakedness was something to behold.
	Usually the marveling only lasted a minute—if that, before he was sliding his cock into one of their available orifices.  Pussy, mouth, asshole, it mattered not to him, but the pussy was the first choice with the other two second and third and it mattered not whatsoever which.
	Try as he might, he wasn’t going to cum off in Claudia’s poon.  It just wasn’t there.  He loved on her, peed on her, and spanked her some more, but his nuts were dry and the head of his cock was over sensitized to be sure.
	Out of the shower he dried the girl off, she dried him.  He wanted to fuck her brains out but his cock wasn’t in the mood.  It dangled downwards and had shriveled up even!
	On the bed, young Shaun had unloaded his boy spunk into his sister’s quim.  Hmmm, well, oh well.  Bo hoped that she wouldn’t get pregnant, that would be bad—for them.
	He let Claudia lay out on the bed and then he crawled onto Shaylynn, dragging his fucked out cock against her quim.  It wouldn’t get hard for nothing.  Young Shaun lay nearby, Bo brought him up to lay alongside them.  When he did, Bo began rubbing the boy’s ass, spanking him, and becoming “aroused.”
	This only led to Bo taking the boy; positioning the boy on all fours then licking his butt, crack, and dangling wavels.  Then it was all about finger fucking the boy’s hole before sodomizing it.  Shaun had never been reamed in the ass before, nor had he any sexual involvement with any of his (boy) friends.  Bo reamed the boy’s ass and after having the feeling of cumming off, so noted that there was no spunk matter deposited into the boy’s hole.
	It was ok, though, a fuck was a fuck—no matter the outcum…

	After the trio left, Bo settled into the shower and realized how much he missed a bathtub.  He really did.  But it helped and afterwards he put on clothes and went outside to wash off the mud from the Ballwin car.  As he did so the father of the girl who had come to him apologizing came around.

	The neighbor, Gary, was a few years older than Bo, but Bo heard him referred to by the kids around him as “Dad.”  The oldest girl was no more than eleven or twelve, and Bo judged Gary to be no more than say, 22.
	Hmmmm
	The oldest girl, Marissa, came around to hug her “Daddy”, she was damn cute—a sweet sunny face, well tanned, and Bo could imagine his cum dripping on her sweet face and bare shoulders.
	Gary didn’t introduce Marissa as his “daughter” but merely, as “my girl.”  Bo let it be and was invited to a barbeque.
	A friendship soon ensued.

*

Teacher’s Pet
	He wasn’t the “new kid” at school, but he still wasn’t well known.  He had few friends, and none ever came over to his house—and no one invited him to theirs.  At the end of the school year the homeroom teacher, Ms. Beverly Watten hosted a swim party at her home.  All her students in her homeroom were invited.  Even Gary.
	Ms. Watten had a nice modest home and was single, actually divorced.  She was a nice woman, not too tall, just under 5’8” with average sizes all the way down.  She was a Southern California gal, spoke well, was well educated, and was warm to Gary and helped him in his schooling.
	Gary arrived at Ms. Watten’s home, exhausted from the long walk he had made to get there.  Most other students, of course, came in groups from other student’s Moms.  And also, most other students, the boys, came with their bathing suits already on so they had to do nothing more than push their pants off and they were ready (for swimming.)  those boys who didn’t wear their swim suits already went into the poolhouse and stripped naked there.
	Gary had never been naked with other boys before and held off until the others had gone.  When he came out of the poolhouse and came to the pool, he wore a green trunk style bathing suit—and a teeshirt.
	There were snickers at his attire and Gary languished by the tables were there was the food and drinks.  He tried not to look at the girls clad in their skimpy suits; two piece and single one piece, bikinis—he got wood and it was best just to stay of the water.
	At length Gary did make the water, but stayed from the main crowd and didn’t interact with any of their games.  His eyes (and cock) were mostly (mainly) locked on the girls and their swimsuits.  He was twelve and that age was very difficult for being a boy…
	After a time of swimming, noshing on sodas and hotdogs, Ms. Watten was out of sight and that was when the boys jumped Gary, pinning him and ripping off his teeshirt.
	Everyone was stunned when they saw his backside—it was marred.  Huge welts were everywhere.  So stunned where his fellow students that Gary was able to wrench himself away, gather his clothes and leave the party.  When Ms. Watten returned she quickly noticed something was wrong and noted Gary was missing.  When she asked where he was she was told simply that “he left.”
	When she probed, “Why?” one of the girls told her why.
	Ms. Watten went after Gary, finding him halfway down the block walking the ten blocks to his home in the lower part of town (by the river.)  Ms. Watten convinced him to come back to the party.  He did, but he stayed inside the house and spoke to no one.  Ms.  Watten tried talking to him and getting him to go out with the others but he was withdrawing more and more.  Finally, Ms. Watten took Gary to her room—she wanted to see the “marks” on his backside.
	Gary was reluctant but Ms. Watten had a way about her.
	With his shirt off Ms. Watten closely examined his backside, then slid his swim trunks down, too.  
	Oh!?
	There were marks of welts on his butt, too, and thighs.
	Soon he was nude and Ms. Watten was toying with his cock, but she did a better job at than he did when HE played with it.  She made it HARDER than he ever did.  It felt good!  
	After much ado about toying/tugging and ultra pleasing Gary’s pud, Ms. Wattern went down on it—she took the whole thang into her mouth and sucked it!  That felt even better!
	But wait!  There’s more!
	After sucking it, she undone the string to her bikini top and let it fall away, then she shucked her red/yellow bikini bottoms and sat on her bed—naked.  Gary never really knew her exact age, but guessed she to be in her mid 20s.  She had Italian features without being Italian; dark hair, tan skin.
	She laid out and Gary just stood marveling at her.  His first nude girl.  There was a lot to take in and it was mind boggling, overpowering.  He couldn’t recall if her pussy was hairless or no, Ms. Watten pulled him onto her and guided his pre-teen willy into her sex and they fucked—all the while twenty of his fellow classmates continued partying outside!

	By the beginning of the Fall semester, Gary was living with Ms. Watten.  By the Winter Break he had been officially adopted.  By the beginning of the New Year, Ms. Watten was pregnant!  Go figure!
	They had an on-going continuing sexual relationship.  It continued even while she was pregnant.  They enjoyed being Sun Worshipers and sunbathed nude a lot.  They ran amok thru their home in the raw and visited a nude beach Ms. Watten knew of.
	By the new Fall semester, Ms. Watten gave birth to a girl.  Marissa.
	The New Year came and Ms. Watten was pregnant again.  A boy was born to them months later, Paul.  A set of twins came nextly, Jennifer and Jolene.  
	Gary’s story slowed.  The years with Beverly Watten were good ones, some problems in their relationship but it was still healthy.  No one was the wiser that the children Beverly gave birth to were a product of Gary’s love.  Recently, tragedy struck the young family with a car accident claiming Beverly’s life.
	Gary didn’t add much more to the story thereafter only “a new life, new direction.”  He was in his early 20s, Marissa had just turned twelve, Paul was eleven, and the twins ten.
	Despite the loss of their mother the kids seemed to be ok.  They loved their “Dad” and had a “loving” relationship with him.  Very loving.  Of course, this took a while for Bo to learn of, the story and the relationship they had.  Bo suspected that there was probably funny business going on, he firstly spied on them—

*

	Spying on the neighbors wasn’t easy, the trailers weren’t like regular homes with large windows.  Bo found good viewing only while up on the roof of his own trailer up by his roof mounted swamp cooler.  There, in the darkness of the evening (and a hi-tech binocular with zoom) he could see some good things inside McDonovan trailer.
	Such as first born Marissa parading about in her panties only.  That alone gave Bo a hard-on enough to crack thru the metal sheeting of his trailer’s roof.  Damn she was hot!  A very nice young body had she, and prancing about in her pink panties just made her better!
	Bo couldn’t see, though, Marissa parading about with her “father” about.  Their trailer was not much different than his own, just longer.  The bedroom was situated in the rear, the bathroom either right across from the lone bed or in the middle (somewhere.)

	The front area had a width wise sofa that folded out to a bed, and the dinning table folded down (where there were two cloth diner type bench chairs that also folded down) to provide another bed.  It wasn’t ideal living with so many in the family but apparently it would do.
	Then he was privy to seeing one of the twins, Jennifer or Jolene he wasn’t sure—but they were twins so it didn’t matter.  She was naked.  Bo’s bone poked the roof sheeting and he very muchly longed to rub his cock against the ten year old’s body.
	Again, he didn’t see Gary in the vicinity, but he saw young Paul, sporting a hard-on yet!  Hmmm  with only a couple of windows to be able to spy thru, Bo couldn’t tell if there was any hanky-panky going on or just kids walking around naked—a typical thing with close knit siblings.
	Bo was intrigued.  If Gary was a naughty daddy then cool.  If not, then by the grace of electronic wizardry he would be.  Bo was determined to drizzle the kids with his love cream and one way or another he would.

	At length Yancy Tucker finally got around to fixing up Lil Girl and she was ready to rumble and run ‘shine once more.  Bo took the Caddy back to the Ballwin ladies, bringing Gary and his kids along for the ride, too.  Their friendship was blooming but hadn’t stepped over the line of “sharing” needful information—information that Bo wanted to know; his “story” and current lifestyle.
	The kids loved touring the countryside and visiting the friends Bo knew.  Bo checked on Olivia Talburr discovering that she was well pleased with Bo’s mind dinking of her sons.  It had come about that everyone (in the family) was in the know about it, too—but that was alright ‘cause everyone (in the family) knew about John Sr. humping the kids during disciplinary actions.  Bo made use of the EMAD that the humping not be limited to just “disciplinary action” time, but all time, alla the time.

	Getting the Lil Girl back made Bo’s day.  Gary drove the Ballwin ladies’ car to their home; no hanky-panky as there were children present.  Bo knew the old crones wanted to bed him, and Gary, but it wasn’t going to happen that day.  Bo wondered if now he was saddled with having to hump the two spinisters the rest of their days?
	After visiting the Ballwins and Talburrs, the crew loaded in Bo’s Lil Girl and sped off thru the mountains to a secluded are Bo knew of where there was a nice creek and a pond—just right for skinny dipping!