August Moone
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 57
-Mini stories-
Descents of Depravity

Wicked sin goes around and around and around…
	‘Soooo, if you saw your son, in his room, jerking off into a pair of your panties--”
	Annette Fetter stared blankly ahead.  Yea, she was aware that he was masturbating, he was a boy, a teen boy, and that was what teen boys did, masturbate.  A lot.  (and often!)  She wasn’t aware that he was using her panties as a personal stimuli.  She didn’t know what to think or what she would do if she should catch him in the act of doing such a thing.
	It would be gross for sure.  But she wouldn’t get mad.  He was a good boy, had his priorities a little miscued and spent WAY too much time playing those computer games.  But he wasn’t into drugs, never brought him by the cops like other boys in his social.  He was ok in school and active in sports.  He had a small menial job and helped out around the house.
	So if he wanted to jerk off into a pair of her panties—so be it.  So long as it wasn’t a pair of her GOOD panties!  Then she’d kill him!
	On the subject that was Masturbation—
	‘Do you finger yourself?’
	Does your chewing gum lose its flavor on the bedpost overnite?
	She wasn’t avid about it, just in the shower using the handheld shower head; most times in the bed.  Sometimes she used a makeshift cock—a veggie of one type or another or sometimes a candle would do.  She longed to get a proper fuck, though, but since losing her “Eddy”, her lust for fucking had taken a downplay.
	 ‘Soooo, if you saw your son beatin’ off (in a pair of your non-special panties) would you watch?’
	Hmmm  Not a long dramatic pause, but a long thought.  Then,
	‘No.’
	She had seen him naked hundreds of times.  No biggie—he was her son.  She had heard him fart, peeing in the toilet, and masturbating.  She figured maybe he had had a sexual encounter (or two) with a girl (or two.)  

	No biggie there, either, it was the social norm and when she herself had been his age—she had been a non-virgin for three years!
	‘What if he—wanted to fuck you?’
	That probing question was a little more harder to digest.  So it was put to her a different way,
	‘What if he came to you, naked like, with a hard-on?’
	Annette just couldn’t comprehend such a happenstance.
	‘Ever have sex with someone you shouldn’t have?’  
	Annette blinked her eyes—there were more than a few instances there.  One stood out when she had just broken up with her soon-to-be-husband.  Typical pre-wedding jitters but it left Annette an emotional wreck.  A couple of days after the break-up, the best man’s son came by.  He was sixteen and an advocate for an environmental Earthy cause.  Annette appeared at the door in a skimpy teddy—very skimpy.  Young Adam Balle stared in disbelief and popped an immediate erection.
	“Holy shit!” he had blurted.
	Annette stared back, too; she was an emotional wreck and barely cognizant of being so revealing.  She gave him the look of “Well, what the hell do you want?’
	Adam went thru his spiel about needing donations to power up a petition drive to stop the construction of buildings on some prime land to save some endangered mice.
	Annette turned and went in search of her checkbook.  Adam followed (to help in the search.)  Annette teddy left nothing for the imagination as it revealed a great deal of her ass—her panties were nothing more than a string panty and Adam could scarcely walk.
	Then, in a den she found her book and as she “bent over” writing the check out, Adam stood behind gouging the heel of his hand into his throbbing erection.  He was caught doing so when Annette turned around presenting him with the check.
	He didn’t stop his actions.
	Annette stared at him; not his handsome teenage face, not his semi muscular chest—a little lower.  She licked her lips and was in a bad way.  And so right then and there—off came the teddy and onto the great ornate antique writing desk that had once been her grandfather’s when he was a state governor—she got laid.
	The teenage son of her soon-to-be’s best man “got some.”
	And it was teenage boys in the “other” incidences, too.

	‘What if you were forced?’
	Forced sex, with Hunter.  Someone with an EMAD forcing them to couple incestuously.  It was a growing thing plaguing the Nation and the World; EMAD users getting their jollies having various family members hump one another.
	Could Annette handle, cope having sexual relations with her teenage son?  Could she suck him, take it (his cock) in the ass?  Could she handle having him squirt his cum all over her face and tits not too mention pussy?
	Let’s find out!

	A glimpse of “others” caught their eye, but that was all.  Images of their past transgressions filled them and superseded all else.  The next thing they knew was,
	Annette found herself laying out across the bench seat of her ranger truck—undoing her shirt.  She was in somewhat of a dreamstate of mind, of being and though she did not want to do what she was doing—there was no stopping the progress.
	And once the light forestry uniform shirt was undone, she tossed it out to the ground.  Then came the pristine white undershirt and her bra.  It was then she noted her teenage son standing at her feet, he was outside the truck, the truck’s doors were open, and it was daytime type time.
	Mass confusion swamped her mind; she tried to clear it and think straight—what the hell is going on?  She saw her son undoing her ranger issued/military-like boots.  She thought she saw two other peoples but it wasn’t clear…
	Once the boots (and socks) were off, Annette undone her ranger slacks and pushed them down.  Once at the knees, Hunter took them on off.  Laying down, Annette raised her hips and shuffled her basic white panties down to her knees where Hunter (eagerly) took them on off rendering her butt bare assed naked.
	‘Finger yourself.’
	The words burned into her mind.  She heard them.  She knew what they were but the concept was almost elusive.  Something wasn’t right.  ‘Finger myself?  Here?  In the open?’ never the mind that her teenage son was standing at her feet…
	But Annette parted her legs and proceeded just the same.
	Hunter stared blankly watching his Mom fingering her sex.  Up close and personal.  It was like—wow!  Hardly could he imagine his Mom doing such a thing, he barely had the concept of girls his age doing it!

	‘Undo your pants, take off shirt, take off all clothes.’
	Hunter cocked his head, scratched his balls, licked his lips and watched intently his Mom fingering herself.  As if he weren’t himself, as if it were Bonnie, Debbie, or Tina, his pants came undone and were pushed down to his ankles.  Then off came his shirt.
	After pushing off his shoes he wrestled himself out his pants and underwear and stood with knees against the truck’s running board with a massive cum dripping cock.  This lasted a mere moment and he was up into the truck and onto his Mother’s body.  
	‘Guide it in.’ 
	Annette gripped her son’s cock and “guided” it into her fevered sex.
	The penetration was incredible.  Hunter thought he would cum straightaway—so did his Mom.  The sensations of his prick sliding all the way provided an incredible new level of ecstasy neither had ever enjoyed before—‘ceptin’ the first time they ever got laid.
	Hunter slid himself all the way in—into his Mom’s sex.  It was wondrous—wondrous Centurion!
	‘Do you care if it’s your Mom?’
	‘No.’  Not even a pause for reflection of thought.
	Once all the way in, he pulled most of the way out—then jammed himself back ALL THE WAY IN and repeated the process, stepping up the pumping as like a steam locomotive pulling out of the station.  His eyes had watched the nipples before him stiffen—then his eyes fell onto his Mom’s face, to her eyes.
	There was nothing there but lust.  Incestuous lust.  
	Hunter got into a rhythm, a somewhat sloppy rhythm but the confines of humping on the bench seat of a ranger truck made proper humping a bit challenging.  
	‘You like getting fucked by your son?’
	At first the question invading her mind annoyed Annette, slightly was she aware that she was indeed under the control of an EMAD.  But, did she LIKE getting fucked by her son?  She at first wanted to refuse to even think of an answer.  But then,
	‘YES!’  and she gripped her son’s warm naked backside and humped back into his sex.  Her lovely legs wrapped about his body and his strong sex drive drove her to the brink of extraordinary sexual heights.  It was an incredible session.

	Mike grinned big time, sheepishly was his ongoing look, bits of cum dripped from his faucet while he looked on as Mother and Son fucked.  Andy caressed the boy’s pumping ass, “he’s cumming.” Andy said, shooting cum into his own Mom’s cunt!  She could get pregnant!  Boy, wouldn’t THAT be something!
	Pregnant.  Mom.  Fucking.  Hmmm
	He himself had empty a wad or two into his own Mom’s cunt.  In her mouth, up her ass, into his sister.  The consequences were elusive to him, he had only strove to “get in” and “get off.”  The end result of such union was no longer his concern.
	It’d be a bitch if his Mom came up pregnant.

 	Rivers of sperm oozed out along Hunter’s cock sending Mike into euphoria.  He began to hammer his cock and watch with some amazing awe, getting off on watching someone else “getting off.”  Andy helped out the cause by going to his knees and taking his adult friend’s prick, sucking it dry.  Then, when the cum began to squirt and fill his mouth he directed the spewing pud to Hunter’s humping ass.
	Hunter had calmed down after exploding his load into his Mom’s twat.  He was exhausted and then some.  Mike’s cock emptied a few spurts onto the lily white ass whereupon naughty oh-so naughty Andy licked the cum up!
	‘You like little girls?’ Hunter was asked.
	Is the Pope Catholic?
	Does it rain in Spain?
	Does the government really care how you feel?
	Hunter knew messing with a girl underage would get him into trouble.  Serious butt fucking trouble.  He had no desire to go to jail and become some black dude’s personal “bitch.”  But that didn’t say he had fantasies!  Lots of little girls he saw that he imagined in various styles of undress—in their panties, swimsuit, and especially naked.  
	‘How old?’
	Ten.
	Ten?  Younger than ten?
	Some girls younger than ten came to mind.  They were “younger” then ten—they were about eight.
	‘Younger than eight?’
	Some girls younger than eight came to mind.  They were about six.
	‘Younger than six?’
	Some girls younger than six came to mind…

	Mike was over the limit of his overjoyment on having guide the naked Hunter to the naked Grace, Marsha, Cynthia, Debra, Emily, Franny, Jennifer, Tanya, and Stephanie.  He had paused before taking Hunter to those aforementioned girls—watching as first Andy suck off cleanly Hunter’s cock, then suck clean Annette’s cum drenched cunt.
	As Hunter got his happy mother-cunt buster serviced by Grace Ang, Mike watched as his young teen friend Andy humping on the lady ranger.  Her legs were hoisted up, feet planted on the headboard of the truck, her pussy being pounded righteously.
	Hunter filled Grace’s mouth with luscious liquid love in two minutes flat.  Grace made faces, gagged and retched but swallowed the spunk, got her face rubbed with cock, then sucked on Mike’s tool immediately afterwards.  Tanya Hardgrove was right handy and took Hunter’s cock but mostly sucked his balls.
	So absorbed in humping the mouth of Francine that Mike did see Andy escorting the boys to the ranger’s truck.  Twelve year old Teddy Caseman was helped up into position and guided into the deed that was screwing.  Andy smacked the boy’s ass, pulled his flopping balls up thru his legs, and enjoyed himself immensely. 
	Only a little squirt filled Marsha Dang’s mouth from Hunter’s cock.
	Mike put Jennifer Zimmer on her hands and knees, legs open.  Hunter was “mildly” aware of all things going on.  He had some reservations, fear, and concerns but had settled on accepting the deed and reveling in it just the same.
	He had FUCKED his Mom.  Gobs of pent up cum had come shooting thru his dick and into his Mom’s pussy!  That concept alone was just about over the top for him.
	Putting his wicked schlong into a girl’s butt(hole) was another elusive concept.  He had never done it before—but had often heard about it.  Some guys, like his best friend, said that when a girl was “on the rag” she had at least two other holes available.
	Hunter couldn’t quite grasp the concept of what it would be like to stuff his dick into a girl’s asshole.  She pooped from there!  It was less gross to fuck a girl’s pussy—she peed from there (he lacked the proper knowledge about a girl’s pee tube and baby passage).  
	But into Jennifer’s asshole he went, griping her hips after he helped himself gain entry.  Mike caressed the boy’s ass and watched as Adam Blogg took his turn fucking the ranger.
	I’m still curious about the goat…

	Well, anyways, after all was said and done; Harry Adams, Teddy Caseman, Brad Quinton, and the rest of the boys all took their turns at fucking ranger lady Annette Fetter.  Each boy unloaded his preteen cum into her, straddled up her chest and got his balls sucked and cock sucked, too.
	Each boy, too, became “lovers” for their others.  Each of the six boys would “enjoy” sucking cock.  Each boy would enjoy handling his friend’s cock, licking his butt hole, and kissing him—deeply and passionately.
	But only in private.  The boys would gather secretly somewhere, get naked, and commence with heavy handed sexual activities; groping, fondling, spanking, peeing, sucking, and mostly fucking.  The boys would never be the same.  Never.
	Nor would the girls.
	Despite Andy efforts to calm them about the soreness to their poons, the girls knew.  Ms. Hamot, knew, too.  Each girl had had her pussy violated, her mouth, titties, and asshole.  Cum was DEEP inside them, in every orifice; in their hair and drying all over them.
	The girls had been spanked, peed on, and humped on.  No amount of “mind clearing” could eradicate that experience.  Andy tried and tried and tried, and got sick as a result.  He was done.
	Mike was not quite done.
	Grace Ang had been fucked all over her sweet Chinese body.  She had been urinated on by both Andy and Mike, spanked until her ass turned as red as a tomato, then fed cock by most of the boys from her class in one orifice or another.
	The same went for virtually all the girls—save for one.
	Carol.
	Andy was done.  Carol was still under mind control from her brother, though, so Mike enjoyed her while Andy watched.  It was fair turn, Mike had let Andy have his way with his wife and kids so it was turnabout.  Andy rested in the shade by the worn out naughty willing-to-participate Binky and watched Mike as he timidly took a turn with Carol.
	He firstly licked the girl’s cunt, laying her out on her clothes, parting her legs and delving in.  Andy’s cock surged some—mostly in shagged out agony.  But he was enthralled by his friend’s doings, Andy guessed there were mixed feelings—Carol was his sister and should be responsible for her and protective and not let some lecherous pervert jump her bones.
	But he did and he did.
	Mike licked his fill, fingered the girl’s sex until his cock ached for serious deployment.  With Carol’s cunt facing Andy and Binky, Mike positioned himself and slowly guided his missile into her.

	Gentle breezes swept thru the open farm area; warm breezes mingled with wildflowers and stinkweed.  Junebugs still buzzed out in the open field; woodpeckers pecked and lazy puffy white clouds gently crossed the sky.  The noon hour was upon them and Ms. Hamot’s class to the field trip was way late.
	The rest had done Andy good and once more he painstakingly went into the minds of the class, and extras.  One by one.  Many minutes were needed to eliminate their minds from the torrid event that had assailed them.  Their bodies would still be sore—very sore, but there would be no concerns in regards to such ails.  
	Mike had done his thing with Carol and delivered unto her (into) an massive quantity of cum.  It was a mix of regular sperm and that clear sticky liquid.  As Mike humped his fill, groaned and jutted the last that he would be able to jut for a long while, Andy crawled over—before mind fixing the class) and sucked on his sister’s cunt and Mike’s cock.
	Emily Travers required ten minutes of “mind fixing”, the most of any of the girls.  Grace Ang, Marsha Dang, Debra Lang, all required the minimal persuasion of three minutes.  The boys required a mere two minutes.
	Andy included in his mind fixing that the girls would readily pursuer sexual encounters with their boy classmates as well as sex parties amongst themselves.  It seemed the thing to do.
	For Ms. Hamot—she would have to leave it be that she optimally fantasized for the boys of her class; deep desires to have them nude and fucking her, peeing on her, cumming in and on her.  She wanted to lick their balls and asshole, spank them and have them spank her.  Andy was proud of that insertion.
	Binky, too, would have simple fantasy fascinations about the girls of his bus.  Whether he enacted any of those fantastical fascinations was up to him.
	Annette Fetter and son, Hunter.
	Sex.
	Sex—sex—sex—and more sex.  In the ass, in the mouth, wherever and whenever.  Sex-sex-sex.  They would start sleeping together, showering together, fucking their brains out on a daily and regular basis.  Seemed the thing to do.
	Andy barely had enough brain power to send the Fetters on their (new) way.  As soon as their truck was back on the main road, Andy collapsed.  He was very done in and Mike was left a class of naked young people.

*

Immortal throne (and other unattainable titanic quests)
	Back up plans.  Always there was a need for a back-up plan just in case of emergencies.  And having his young cohort in arms unconscious constituted an “emergency.”  It put Mike in a serious dilemma; how could he help?  Who could he call?  What should he tell them?  Was Andy’s unconsciousness a direct result of his use (misuse) of his EMAD-like powers?
	Der!  That was a given.
	How long would he be “unconscious”?
	Questions-questions-questions—no answers.
	Mike hoped like hell what Andy had done unto the minds of all those he had touched would hold.  After the van left and was out of hearing range, Mike sat with his naked friend and fretted.  What to do what to do!?
	Nothing—nothing to do but wait it out.  When it got dark, though, a new plan would have to be enacted.  But darkness was at least seven to eight hours away.  Plenty of time.  He hoped…
	What Mike’s inner most thoughts were while his naked teen friend “napped” were remained his personally.  Andy napped most the afternoon, awaking with a throbbing headache and severe nausea.  After violently throwing up, and having a nasty bout of diarrhea, he felt better.  There was a creek nearby and there he submersed himself for half an hour (head out of water.)
	Afterwards, he was much better and let the sun dry him.  He gave no thoughts whatsoever to what had transpired at the old farm, no thoughts of any sort whatsoever at all.  Mike, too, had taken a dip in the creek to revitalize himself and lay beside his fine nude companion and the two fell to a nice nap for the rest of the afternoon.

	Upon awakening they felt very refreshed and after dressing they made their way home.  Andy relaxed and got very comfy, Mike drove (thoughts to his own.)  As they neared the outskirts of their town something got Mike’s eye.  He got Andy’s attention and Mike gently pulled off the road and made way slowly around the O-Town Raceway.  It was a short track oval dirt race track very popular thru the Summer months.  It was located out of town in amongst rolling hills and old abandoned sumps.
	Walking in plain view were a pair of tykes.

	One was with dark hair and a little taller, the other was shorter and had brown hair just to her shoulders.  She wore short jean shorts, typical kiddie style, and a red sleeveless top.  She was seven years young, a year younger than her accompanying brother.
	“Mmmm,” said Andy, “delicious.”
	Mike smiled, nodded his head and uttered, “Appetizers!”

	Out of commission pretty much most of the time, Andy watched as his friend took his lust for overpowerment over young’uns to a new level.  All Andy could manage was a mild mind tap.  A temporary mind stun and that was it.  His electronic eye (and ear) were “offline) and his EMAD-like abilities were minimal at best.
	So Mike basically out and out kidnapped Sherry and her brother Randy.  Andy operated Mike’s truck while Mike made the out and out snatch and grab.  It was mindblowing to Andy, he never thought Mike would be so—desperate?  He was overwhelmed with Mike—not in the sexual sense; it was out of character for Mike to behave in such a manner.  Andy figured it was because of him (and his EMAD-like abilities.)  Like when teens and adults get on a computer chat room they go immediately to the extreme in their behavior because they are free to do so and not confined by their domineering parents and/or societal rules for decorum.
	As soon as Randy and Sherry were in the SUV, Mike quickly bound their hands and feet, then gagged their mouths.  There was curiously “rope” under the rear seat; duct tape, too.  Andy didn’t ask but watched as friend exhibited another side of him that Andy couldn’t believe.
	“Blindfold.” Andy said as he pulled the truck back onto the road and BACK towards the farm they had just come from.
	Mike looked to him, “Huh?”
	“I don’t have a good hold on them, they going to come around and be able to SEE—us.”
	Mike understood and took the cloth gags from their mouths and used them to cover their eyes.  As Andy pulled onto River Rd. (again) Mike was pulling down Sherry’s short-shorts.  
	Locking her ankles he pulled her legs up.  She was well tan all over.  Lavender panties she wore, plain with a little “wear” spots here and there.  Short brown hair, kinda curly and in need of a shampooing.  Small body frame with a nice sweet face.  Mike fingered the girl’s pussy are, slipping his fingers inside her panties just as she was “waking” up.

	It didn’t take the girl long to figure out she was being fingered AND that she had been obviously kidnapped.  She struggled and it turned her abductor on.  Andy watched, parked the truck along the riverside in the shade, powered down the windows, then slipped his pants down…
	Mike swatted Sherry’s bottom HARD.  This stunned the little girl and seemingly enthralled her kidnapper.  He rubbed his hand all over her little butt, pressing his fingers and working his thumb into her sex and poop chute; panties still on.
	Andy undone Mike’s pants pulling them down, began kissing his butt, fondling his balls and working his stiff cock into an even stiffer state of being.  Mike wriggled indicating that he wanted his pants off.  Andy obliged; with his legs were free, Mike undone Sherry’s legs, forced them open then slammed his cock against her crotch for a serious hump.
	Randy was aware that something was going on—he was bound hand and foot, blindfoled, and could hear his sister’s distress.  When the boy fussed too much, Andy grabbed him and yanked him into the front seat, grabbed his flailing ankles and jammed them up to the headboard—then a serious PINCH to the boy’s ass followed by grabbing his balls, “Settle down, motherfucker or I’ll rip ‘em off!”
	Randy settled, Sherry settled—somewhat.
	Sherry continued to fuss but then settled herself.
	Mike looked to his friend, “You ok?”
	Andy nodded, “Yeah, I feel ok.”
	And from that, the naughtiness to Randy and Sherry continued.

	Andy knew Mike wanted to have Randy and his sister not so well under calming control.  But at the time, it was best for Andy and so that was what he did, calmed the brother and sister to a state of where they would be controllable and not so fussy.  Mike didn’t mind so much, he was tired and just wanted a little “topping” to his already full afternoon plate.
	With Sherry much more calmer, and her mind susceptible to Andy’s wills including blanking it after her experience, Mike stripped the girl’s panties off, sniffed the crotch (of the panties) then sniffed the crotch of Sherry herself.  Behind him, Andy fondled his cock.  Andy fondled Mike’s cock, prepping it for…

*
The spree
	It was clear, absolutely, to Andy, that his adult friend, Mike, wanted to fuck seriously little girls (and boys.)  It was also clear that he wanted to see little boys fucking little girls—preferably their own sister.  Andy kind of liked that shit, too.  
	It was clear to Andy, too, that Mike wanted the Subjects to be more themselves, aware of what was happening to them.  It was that “power” thing, ego, etc.  Psychologically speaking, Andy understood that his domineering wife was to blame—he was pussy whipped.  Of course, since Andy came into the picture—and into the McShane household, the domineering wife was not so much domineering—but the lingering effects of the previous mode still beset Mike and soooo…

Little Cuties
	Oh!  How wicked we can be!
	The desires of the Heart had nothing in comparison to the desires of the Cock.  In the truck (of Mike’s) that fateful day, Lust reigned supreme.  Mike’s lust was for little Sherry and her brother.  Andy’s was for Mike, and a little for Sherry and her brother, too—mostly, though, for Mike.
	After the kids were somewhat “controlled” just to where they wouldn’t be a problem, Mike dutifully stripped Sherry nude, opened her legs, and lusted for her near virgin pussy.  It was bald, smooth, and had been fucked by her brother “a time or two.”  Andy was unable to forthwith get into the Q&A aspect of the kids, Mike asked and demanded truthful answers; frightened greatly, Sherry and her brother, Randy, supplied truthful answers.
	Sherry and Randy took baths together.
	“And your parents know?” Mike asked?
	Yep!
	And it was only recently that they got their own beds, too!  They pranced about the house most times (especially in the Summer months) in their underwear with sometimes going nude!
	“And your parents ok with this?”
	Yep!
	Cool!
	And there was fucking?
	Oh yes indeedy-do there was a fair amount of fucking.
	Naturally!

	Sherry and brother Randy learned from their school mates but mostly good ole television provided the most education on the subject of Sex.  They had begun their exploration of one another “in recent months” graduating from “touchy-feely” to more forms of absolute exploration—Sherry on her knees before her brother’s erect cock, masturbating it, kissing the head, licking the shaft and sucking on his balls.  She hadn’t, though, sucked his cock.  Randy, in turn, kissed his sister’s pussy AND ass.  Just kissed, nothing else.
	Thereafter, it was mutual masturbation followed by natural instinct egged on by what they learned from outside sources—along with watching their parents fuck.
	“Do your parents KNOW you watch them?”
	Sometimes.
	“And they don’t care?”
	No.
	Cool!
	Mike went down on Sherry, showing Randy how to perform the job of Muff Diving, Going Down, Trimming the Grass, Teasing the Beaver, etc.  Sherry was somewhat into the deed, it was odd and creeped her out some but either she was stunned from her ordeal or was curious, naïve, perplexed, or whatever—the girl didn’t fuss as much as a girl in her situation should.
	Plus there was Andy and his mind dinking doings, too.
	But Andy had only nipped the little girl’s mind in the beginning sending into her noggin that if she DIDN’T settle down, she’d be punished with hard-hard spankings.  Hard.
	Randy got the same message and was calm, too.  Naked and calm—just how Mike and Andy liked them (well, naked, anyways.)  Mike was still on that thing of being turned on more by a Subject/Victim being terrified with her/his mistreatment.  Overpowerment was the thing, being in charge of a given horrid situation.  A man thing.
	“How many times have you did it?”
	That was hard to say, a couple of times in the bathroom, more than a couple of times in their bedroom but less than a dozen times.  They had just started and weren’t actively pursing sexual relationship—just a time or two they got turned on/horny by television shows, the news, gossip stuff from their school, and their parents going at it, too.
	Sherry’s eight year old pussy was still too virginal for Mike’s adult sized cock, despite the girl “gettin’ some” from her brother.  Randy’s nine year old cock was sufficient in fucking his sister but did little in paving the way for bigger cock.

	Sherry needed more “breaking in.”
	Randy’s young pud was somewhat stiff, Mike schooled him on the proper technique that was masturbation, self-pleasuring.  The boy was a little frightened about his experience of being kidnapped for sexual purposes but he took the lesson from the stranger just the same.  His sister helped out and then she (and he) were taught the fine art that was Oral Sex.
	While Sherry sucked on her brother’s tool, Mike caressed her ass, fingered her hole and pussy and got harder and harder.  Andy, meanwhile, sucked on Mike’s balls, his shaft, and everything—but held back stimulating his friend as he knew that Mike wanted to blast his load into Sherry’s sex.
	It was intense, though.  Andy’s lust increased greatly licking and kissing on Mike’s white manly ass; Mike enjoyed his young friend but it was Sherry and Randy he was more interested in.  And once Randy’s just turned nine year old cock was stiff enough to hunt with, his sister was laid out proper—legs open, and readied for plunging.
	Mike fingered her cunt and fingered it well.  She was small and Mike doubted even after her brother nailed her his manly cock wouldn’t fit.  Well, it would, but it would probably hurt afterwards.  Probably.
	Randy positioned himself on his somewhat willing sister; Mike helped with the positioning while behind him his young friend, Andy, settled out on the front seats and went to sleep!  Mike caressed Randy’s ass, spanked him a little and got off while watching him fuck his sister.  While Randy fucked, Sherry masturbated Mike’s cock.

*

	Laura enjoyed her work, it was trying at times but there was satisfaction.  Teaching in a one-room school to a small-small town was trying enough in itself, but most of the students she taught were farmboys and most of them weren’t interested in school learnin’.  
	But that was what the county paid her to do, so she did it and did her best.  She also had some leeway in her instruction, disciplinary actions were up to her discretion.  Most the students in her one-room class were good; some were shy, some were snobs, some were bullies, and some were mindless.  
	While the students in the rural area were in the middle of doing some writings—someone let go.  That is to say, someone ripped a narly butt blast that was more than just offensive.  The one-room school was atypical of rural county schools in farm country land; one large room, small office/supply room, foyer, and that’s about it.

	There was a stove for heating and lots of windows for cooling.  The windows were already opened but the offensive butt cloud hung listlessly in the air offending just about everyone—especially the girls.
	“Alright!” bitched Ms. Wingalls, “Who did that?”
	Of course there were giggles, amongst the gagging.  No one was going to readily fess up.  Ms. Wingalls slammed her yard stick ruler against her desk and asked again.  The giggling ceased as the students knew she meant business.  Already in the school session Ms. Wingalls had shown her “discretion” by taking a student to the front of the class and paddling his ass—this after having the boy take his pants down and BEND over.
	A snobby girl caught cheating also got her butt spanked, her dress pulled up she bent over and bitched but was swatted hard by the twenty year old teacher given virtually carte blanche on instructing her students as well as disciplining them.
	The students of the rural area were in danger of having no schooling at all—no teacher filled the position at the school located 45 miles from the nearest town where there were more than 1,000 peoples.  The rural township of Glenwoody Ville was less than 1,000 peoples, mostly farmers.  And of less than 1,000 peoples there were only 25 students from ten yrs to fifteen years.
	The offensive “smell” dissipated somewhat—somewhat.  The giggling had ceased but there were still gaggings.  Ms. Wingalls smacked the ruler again and demanded again “Who did it?” she was serious.
	Finally one boy in the back of class shrugged and raised his hand.  He had a smirk on his face, dirty blond hair, and was a fifteen year old farmboy.  He was muscular, kind of tall, pretty eyes.  Laura marched to him and grabbed a holt of his ear dragging him outside.
	The boy made typical OW! OW! OW! sounds as the twenty year old teacher much shorter than he and much weaker managed to wrestle him to the outhouse.
	The year was 1885, indoor plumbing was not yet a commonality.
	At the outhouse just behind the school farmboy Jess Blanchard was taken to his knees. The door of the outhouse opened and amazingly, Ms. Wingalls managed to get fartknocker Jess inside, just his head—shoving his head into the wooden “hole” seat.  The boy protested but a smart smack from Ms. Wingalls’ hand calmed him down.
	The entire class had come along, too.
“Tessie,” Ms. Wingalls said to one of her prize students, “would you go back to class and bring me my stick?”
 	“Yes Ma’m!” smiled eagerly the girl.  

	As the twelve year old raced off, Ms. Wingalls had Jess undo his pants and push them down—all the while his HEAD was inside the outhouse crapper!  He danced about in his protest, was greatly embarrassed but seemingly somehow obedient.  As Ms. Wingalls’ prized student returned with her stick, a typical yard stick, Jess’ underwear were also pushed down.
	The girls of the class all giggled and gawked at the farmboy’s bared ass and dangling balls.  Jess very muchly began to protest—especially when the yard stick came swiftly to ass bared ass.  The farmboy tightened up all over but was still controlled by the amazing unknown strength of Ms. Wingalls who had his arms pinned behind his back.  
	Another swat, then another, and then another.  Jess’ bared ass was turning red, Ms. Wingalls smoothed her hand over it, then told one of the students to go fetch the architect’s plumb weight.  The plumb weight was a visual aid Laura was using to show her students how carpenters and masons did their work to establish a true vertical.  
	The plumb weight weighed “a few pounds”, was attached with a thick string.  The string was tied around Jess’ balls.  The boy went into immediate agony as the hefty weight of the object pulled down on his testicles.  Ms. Wingalls then landed the ruler to his ass again.
	Then she handed it off to her students, the girls first and the girls who firstly had been grossed out and sickened by Jess’ offensive butt blast.  Aimee Shane took the offering and smiled as she landed the yard stick with all her might to Jess’ ass.  The boy screamed into the crapper his head was in.  Aimee wanted another smack and she was allowed.  But only two.  There were eight other girls awaiting their turn, then the boys.

	When the spanking was done, Jess was released from his torment.  But not quite.  The students returned to their class and assignment, Ms. Winglass took Jess into the storeroom/office directly behind where she taught.  It was a small room cluttered with extra desks and supplies.  One of the “supplies” was another visual aid—a corncob.
	The corncob used in a recent lesson about Indian corn, popcorn, and so on.  Jess hadn’t been allow to button up his pants but hold them.  
	“Turn around, bend over.” Ms. Wingalls told him.  The obedient boy did as told; bending over he lowered his pants.
	“Spread ‘em.”
	Reluctantly Jess spread his still inflamed cheeks—and Ms. Wingalls slid into his dirt chute the corncob.  All of it.  Jess returned to his seat, pants up, and very uncomfortable.  He continued his lesson in writing, squirming some with the corncob lodged up his ass.  

*

	With his hand over her mouth, the girl’s cries of distress were muffled.  A bit of seasickness wafted over and throughout Andy’s body, mind, and soul, but it was not so bad as it had been and he watched his naughty oh-so naughty adult friend fuck their eight year old passenger, Sherry.
	The girl’s nine year old brother had fucked her and did a fine job.  Mike had caressed the boy’s ass, fingered his hole, and tugged his flopping balls up thru his legs to suck on them.  And right after the boy had had enough of fucking his sister, Mike took over.
	Andy had rested sufficiently by then to calm the boy and put him at ease.  He was not so lucky with the boy’s sister, Sherry.  He did manage to calm her some, but on the penetration from Mike’s manly cock—she got wild.  Andy held one of her legs up over the back of the front seat, using a seatbelt to constrict the other leg.  This paved the way for Mike to commit that which was out and out rape.
	Mike wasn’t making full vaginal penetration, the head and a bit of shaft was all.  But with each minute passing and dire determination being what it was, Mike made more entry into the distraught girl as by the girl’s distress he was turned on more and more.
	Andy came more and more himself but his mental powers were somewhat curbed.  He barely had enough umph to keep the boy, Randy, settled.  He smoothed his hand on Mike’s sweaty pumping ass, fondled his balls and began kissing the flesh once more.
	A great surge of lust erupted from Mike’s cock, flooding tormented Sherry.  The girl twisted and lay in utter awe as her young cunt was filled to capacity and then some with gobs and gobs of man juice.  Mike was in a swath of sex sweat and utter exhaustion.  He burbled some words that were unintelligible and then fell away from the girl he had just boned.
	Sherry’s pussy wasn’t “wrecked” but it had been well fucked.  She was a mess otherwise, crying and sniveling and in deep anguish.  Andy could do little to soothe her and didn’t know if instilling into her mind that repeated sex with her brother would be the only thing that would help.
	Mike panted, fondled his cum squirter and lay in a heap in total blitzed awe.  It would have been 100 percent more awesome if he had of been able to be ALL the way into Sherry’s cunt.  There was blood coating Mike’s manhood as well as smeared on Sherry’s snatch.  Using a cloth dipped into the ice chest Andy soothed Sherry’s burning cunt before going down on it and eating her out…

	Laying in his bed finally at home he reflected—it had been a hell of a day.  His sister, Carol, arrived none the worse for her day—she complained merely of the van breaking down and putting them at the farm late.  No one of her class seemed distraught or aware of anything other than simple headaches, nausea, and soreness (but that was attributed to all the walking that was involved at the farm, climbing up to the hayloft and riding some of the animals.)
	Andy got the impression from his blabbing sister that she may also be horny.  Andy was not.  Carol sat on his bed yapping about all the animals—in her skin.  She had come home and after blabbing endlessly to her Mom, she went to the bathroom, stripped off her clothes and deposited them into the hamper, took a shower, then came to blab to her brother about her day.
	Andy lay with his arm across his eyes tuning out his sister’s endless babble.  She eventually took the hint and left.  Andy didn’t even know if his Dad was home.  He lay still and felt the breeze of the a/c blowing on his fine nude body.  What a day!  
	There was curious wonder about Mike.  Andy had “desires” to hump the daylights out of little girls, but Mike’s desire exceeded everything.  Andy doubted that all of Mike’s desires could be associated with him being previously pussy whipped.  The man had hidden desires all along, a closet perv that finally had been unleashed!  (thanks in part to Andy and his EMAD-like mental powers!)
	After a bit of rest in the truck, Mike went after the girl’s brother, Randy.  The boy was sucked, cock and balls all.  Then he was turned over to lay across his still heaving naked sister.  Andy was feeling better and took some time to dink with Sherry’s mind; he had little, though, left over for Randy’s mind.
	Mike assaulted Randy’s ass, fingering it semi roughly then fucking it.
	Out and out sodomy, his cock amazingly was stiff, dripping clear cum liquid and extremely determined to plunge into Randy’s young previously unfucked asshole.  The boy tensed up all over, eyes bulging, mouth open unable to speak or make any utterances whatsoever.
	Mike made partial anal entry and got on with the pumping with half his cock into the boy’s super tight turd passage.  As he pumped he paved the way and stretched the boy’s anal muscles and manage full anal entry in record time.

	There was no calming Randy, not at the current time.  Mike fucked him royally and did so for what seemed an eternity.  Finally, he came off shooting blanks.  Pulling out his cock was coated in mixed matter; a long strand of clear sticky cum hung limply like weak spaghetti from his piss slit to the boy’s fresh well fucked asshole.
	Randy had to endure several minutes of unmerciful anal pain and discomfort before Andy was able to delve into the boy’s tortured mind and calm him.  He tried several methods of calming but Randy’s mind knew that he had been butt fucked and nothing could replace that.
	Except the fact that he had taken a monstrous crap.
	Monstrous.
	We’ve had those, taken a crap so big you’ve been able to get back into old clothes.  Taken a crap so big multiple flushes were needed to take what you dropped away.  Taken a crap so big you don’t remember your name.  Taken a crap so big you’re thinking of naming it before flushing it away…
	That helped.  Randy calmed and no longer had it in him that he had been roughly sodomized but he had been out walking with his sister and had to take one of those emergency dumps and it was a tree he crapped instead.
	Mike took thirty minutes to nap himself, Andy dinked with the kids’ minds, instructing them on their “new way of life.”  Sexual.  Sherry would suck her brother “everyday.”  Randy would lick Sherry’s cunt, everyday.  They would sleep in the nude, shower/bathe together, and Randy would fuck his sister’s cunt and asshole EVERYDAY!
	Thereafter, Andy dropped the kiddies off behind the dirt track racetrack that butted up against the neighborhood the kids lived in and drove Mike home.  He awoke just as Andy pulled into the drive—Mike was still nude!  Andy pulled the Mike’s truck all the way into the garage and the two nakedly went into the house where his family was.  No one batted an eye about Mike’s nakedness.  Andy more than anything wanted to screw Mike’s wife, Lisa.  Then of course, Mike’s kids, too!
	But he was pretty shagged out and only took a shower with Mike.
	Afterwards, Mike had his family “get naked” and they did without question.  Mike’s cock was erect and his wife went right to it.  (In the shower all the two naughty oh-so naughty pair did was kiss, fondle one another and lay against one another supporting one another and basically napped while the shower soothed their aching bods.)
	While Lisa sucked Mike, Andy dipped his wick into Mike’s eldest daughter, Trisha (in the mouth.)  Amy, Hanna, and Corrina got a taste of Andy’s freshly cleaned schlong and though lo he wanted to fuck the girls and then some, he went home.  He was tired.

	For the next “few days” not a damn thing.  Andy didn’t involve himself in any sexual perversion of any kind.  He didn’t know if his cohort was following suit, he doubted it, but as for himself—it was a near must.  He DID see his little sis sucking off their Dad, though and deeply desired to step up behind his sister’s wiggling ass and fuck whatever hole his cock kissed, but he somehow managed to persuade himself not to do so.
	A week later, though, Andy and Mike were at the church…

*

	Marcy and her best friend Jamie ogled the naughty magazine they had in their possession.  It was awesome!  Girls, Guys, all nude!  The girls’ minds were overloaded with the images depicted on the glossy pages, most the stuff they saw was just mind boggling and overkill; confounding and mind blasting to the point there was nothing to do but giggle.  It was nude men and women, teenagers of both sexes engaged in extreme immoral activities.
	One thing of note, though, what the nine year old girls saw made them horny.  They didn’t particularly understand what “horny” was, but they understood that fingering themselves felt good—and so they did.  Marcy had had her jeans undone and her hand buried down inside her panties just a fingering herself royally; beside her lay her bestest best friend, Jamie, who was in a dress.  The light Summery dress was up to her waist with her panties down just a little so as she could get her fingers rustling to her fevered sex.
	Suddenly, though, the girls were “busted.”  Marcy’s Mom threw open the bedroom door and though Marcy tried desperately to hide the dirty magazine she had found in the alley, her Mom grabbed it and was in shock.
	“Go home, Jamie!” Marcy’s stern Mom said.
	Jamie fled off of the bed and raced out of the house in great fear.
	Marcy’s Mom looked the part to fill in for any mother of the 1960s; the hairdo, the glasses, the dress, and general appearance.  She was stern, strict, but not the disciplinarian.  That job was left to the overworked Daddy.
	For some hours Marcy had to sit on her bed, not moving an inch until her “Daddy got home.”  Marcy’s Mom was a snitch and anything Marcy did that was deemed inappropriate by her Mom got her in trouble with her Daddy.

	She tensed up on her bed waiting.  Pulling on her twin pigtails she waited for her doom; sometimes a spanking, sometimes a simple scolding.  Her Daddy, though, was more loving than her Mom who seemed to be always pissed off and not very kind.
	The door opened and the Daddy came in.  He worked in some office downtown doing something for the county Marcy didn’t know—and didn’t care.  He had the dirty skin mag in his hands, he perused it, scowled, then told his daughter, “Stand up.”
	Marcy held fast a couple of seconds—no scolding this time, it would be a spanking for sure.  Her tiny young ass tightened—but there was still strangely, a tingling betwixt her legs!
	“Take ‘em down.”
	Only the time she had fibbed about her school work, the time she had some candy she hadn’t bought, the half pack of cigarettes had she been spanked on the ass (panties on.)
	Gulping and beginning to sweat and tremble some she nervously stood and undone her jeans pushing them down.  Her Daddy set down the magazine and closed the door.  Marcy stood parallel to her bed, pants at her ankles.  Sometimes she had gone about the house in her underwear, usually when it was just she and her Daddy, her Mom wouldn’t permit it.  
	“Bend over.”
	Marcy heard the words and felt the sudden need to go pee.  Blinking her eyes and tightening her young body up even more she bent over placing her hands on her knees and bracing for the impact.
	The “impact” came with one hard dramatic swat nearly sending her out of skin.  ‘FUCK!’ she blurted to herself.  She could hardly breath—then another swat came almost harder than the first.  Marcy felt a trickle of “something” between her legs, going down her legs.
	‘Oh shit!’ she said to herself.
	Then, her Daddy was yanking down her panties something he hadn’t done before.  Marcy felt a bubble in her mouth and she could only stare ahead to her off-pink painted wall.
	Firstly the Daddy did only smooth his hand over her burning bum, patted one cheek and then the other, then parted the cheeks before applying a swift incredibly hard spank.
	Marcy couldn’t stand it and twisted, arched her back and protected her ass with her hands.  This only warranted further discipline and she was wrenched over onto her bed where a series of tremendous swats landed onto her skin.
	Then he turned her onto her back…

	Wrenching her pants and panties off the Daddy grabbled her ankles and hoisted them up, then applied more bare handed disciplinary action to her already tenderized ass.
	“No, Daddy, PLEASE!” she cried, “It hurts!  It hurts!”
	The swatting did stop—Marcy couldn’t see for the tears of pain in her eyes, her ass was literally on fire.  She rolled and twisted in dire agony.  Her Daddy said something but she didn’t know what it was.  She was suddenly grabbed and brought to her knees—before her was her Daddy, his “thingy” was out of his pants.  His “thingy” was like those guys’ “thingys” in the magazine, hard/erect and everything.
	There were words spoken but it felt like there were spoken into a drum (or a thunderstorm).  Somehow, though, Marcy understood that she was supposed to put her fingers on his thingy.  
	So she did.
	Then she was squeezing the thingy and moving her fingers up and down followed by “kissing” it.  Marcy’s young mind was too fraught with intense pain to fully comprehend what was going on.  She kissed her Daddy’s cock and then sucked it.
	Not all of it, it was too big and her mouth too small.  But she had the “head” in her mouth and she worked her tongue about the super sensitive crown before pulling out gasping for breath.  Her Daddy then turned her to her bed having her open her legs, and ass, open as far as possible.  Then, he applied a wetted finger to the place where she pooped.
	Then he applied something more than his finger…

*

	Beth Randall (again).  She was just so damn cute!  And cuter when naked!  Andy could hear his constant companion ooohing and ahhing, and making other noises, as once more the Church’s storeroom was put into use for “shenanigans.”  
	Andy still had feelings for Beth, his first girl to be so touched by his unique abilities.  Beth wore her favorite dress, a blue thing that just touched her knees.  It was simple, Summery, with some designs and lace trim.  Her long blond hair, dazzling blue eyes, sweet perfect face made her a desirable target for sexual gratification.
	She smelled pretty, too!
	In the storeroom Andy got on his knees behind the girl, raising her dress then having her herself hold it up revealing her powder blue panties.  Mike stood totally blitzed—unzipped and then unfurled his schlong.

	‘Take it.’ Andy gently cooed to the girl.  The one-on-one mindlink worked so much better than the whole conglomerate of manipulating multiple minds; but he was working on a way to make that event easier.  In the meantime,
	Beth reached out her hand and took Mike’s offering.
	Gently she stroked, squeezing her fingers about the pulsing prong, going all the way to its base then back up to the “head.”  Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.  And with each repeated step process her “back and forth” motions increased in tempo.
	Meanwhile, Andy slid down the girl’s panties.
	Mike made noises, his breath “ahing” in great anticipation of what was to cum.  Andy smoothed his hands over the girl’s butt marveling at her perfect skin, perfect body.  She smelled of oranges!  His own cock he unfurled and began rubbing it all over her ass, gouging up between her cheeks.  Mike’s eyes were closed—he was a different man (thanks to Andy!)

*

	In the cool of the evening Caroline Hollings washed off the rustic but functional dinning table.  It had been a long day, washing, prepping meals, tending after her youngest who was always into something, tending the garden, then chasing after Gurdy the goat who had once more gnawed thru his rope and off trotting to greener pastures.
	Caroline’s husband was days away working at a mine for extra money.  The fields of corn he had planted weren’t doing good and the family needed money.  Caroline liked living in the country but there were rumors about rouge Indians bent on revenge against the White Man.  A new era was coming, 1900, the Turn of the Century; indoor plumbing, telephones, and lights!  There was no place for a Plains Indian.
	Caroline’s girls helped with chores, bringing in fresh water and wood.  Teenage son, Albert, had gone to town that was a scant mile down the road thru the hills for to fetch some supplies; the hour was getting late and she didn’t like him to be out so as when it got dark in the country—it got dark!
	Daughters Mindy-11 and Melissa-13 had gone to the barn for their bathing duties.  Little Carrie Anne at four years was taken care of in the prairie house by her “Ma.”  
	While bathing her youngest, Caroline thought she heard a noise outside; at first she thought it was the girls, then realized that it was probably her son, Albert.
	It was neither.

	Opening the door for him as he was supposed to have a load of supplies for the house Caroline was greeted by a man.  Not her teenage son, not her husband of twenty years, not a passing friend or neighbor—a man, a strange man.
	He was not too tall, but he was lanky, cowboy dudes, and trail dust adorned him.  He was quick in his movements and overpowered/overwhelmed the prairie woman wrestling her to the wooden dinning table.  Pinning her he stuck a six-shooter into her ear,
	“It’ll blow a clean hole all the way thru!” he seethed to.
	Caroline tightened up, stopped breathing, and went a little mindless while she peed herself.  The horrid man pressed his vile body against hers, he smelled of dirt and animal sweat not too mention his own unpleasant body odor.
	Then his free hand began roaming her body, ripping her dress to get at her bare skin, her breasts.  When she struggled he pressed against her harder placing the barrel of his gun into her mouth.  “Work with me, bitch, or I’ll just do with your pretty little head blown clean off either way!”
	It was then little Carrie Anne came nakedly out from the nursery.
	The little girl was stunned to see a stranger and the situation regarding her Ma perplexed her further into such a state of being stunned that she couldn’t react quick enough as the stranger leaped from her Ma and rushed her.  Carrie reeled back but was even too stunned to scream.
	Caroline reacted—but when she did, the man who had Carrie swooped up in his arms turned and put his revolver into Caroline’s face.  He said nothing, nothing need to be said.  The man had cold hard steel eyes non-blinking.
	After a couple of cold tense moments, “take off your clothes.”
	Caroline could hardly grasp for breath.

*

	Cum dripped from Mike’s cock as he slid it in and out of Beth’s mouth; cum dripped from Andy’s cock as he slid it up and down Beth’s ass.  The girl was “zombie-fied” and clueless—which was ok, but Andy knew that Mike wanted to overpower a girl.
	But in the interim, current naughtiness was good, too.
	Standing back a little, Mike masturbated slowly, ogling Beth’s nakedness.  He made again noises indicating great desire of liking what he saw and desiring to fuck the snot out of what he saw.

	Laying Beth out on a conference desk, slipping off her dress and panties, Andy prepped the girl for Mike’s to satisfy his desire.  While Mike revved up his “desire”, Andy fingered Beth’s pussy.  For her tender age of ten, her young cunny was nice—very nice.  Andy fingered it, sucked on her face, her budding breasts, and prepped-prepped her poon for Mike’s impending stabbing “desire”.
	Spreading her legs outward and holding them so, with his balls resting on Beth’s face, Andy smiled to Mike; then his overworked sex stressed friend began his penetration.  Beth fussed some but was controllable; her pretty eyes bulged as s-l-o-w-l-y inch by inch did pass the invading crown of Mike’s adult love tool entered her sex.
	Mike’s eyes closed, too.  The expression on his face was—great relief (like from pain) or soaking into a tub after a long hard day; or having a very satisfying meal.  Satisfaction.  That was it, ultimate satisfaction as virtually all of Mike’s adult cock entered Beth’s young cunt.
	Then the pumping began.  S-l-o-w-l-y.  
	Andy’s cock surged to life harder than ever watching as Mike pumped; his testicle sac right on Beth’s eyes he found himself strangely drawn to desiring to sucking it!  He couldn’t figure it—was he gay?  Was he a “homosexual?”  He liked girls—a lot!  He wanted to fuck every girl he saw, but he didn’t want to fuck every guy he saw.  There were some boys he saw that he wanted to see naked, laying down (on him) sucking him, bending over and taking it up the ass.  But those boys were under ten yrs old.  He had very little desires for any boys older than ten and especially of his age.
	And there were no sexual desires for “guys” Mike’s age.
	So his illicit sex desire was solely for Mike.  Well, that was cool.
	Mike pumped—and pumped—and then pumped some more.
	Andy reeled and began squeezing his legs and ass against Beth’s face. 
	Beth took it all, her mind numbed to the effects happening to her, in her.  Mike eased as much of his manhood into her sex without seriously hurting her—but the desire—the desire to fully make vaginal penetration was there and he was hardpressed not to complete the task.
	Andy leaned in and met Mike’s mouth—the two began to kiss and Mike drove his cock to the ultimate satisfaction.  Cum squirted out of Andy’s cock, too; blasting hot and sticky up onto Mike’s chest, then dripping to pool and make a mess on Beth’s chest.

*

	With great terror in her eyes, Caroline Hollings stripped to her skin.  She was fearful and pissed at the same time—the strange cowboy was dangerous, he had invaded her home and had her youngest naked child in his hands with a knife to her throat!
	After stripping down she was ordered to “get on the table.”
	She did, legs open.
	The cowboy tied Carrie’s hands behind her and then tied her feet to the wooden chair.  Caroline’s hands were tied outward with rope tying her securely to the table’s legs.  Her legs were free.  The cowboy took a long stare at the prairie woman’s pussy—marveling and snickering as there weren’t a bit of hair on her poon!
	Slowly the cowboy pulled off his own clothes.  Caroline wrestled but knew it was useless and knew that she was going to be raped.  She begged, pleaded, and cried.  The cowboy stripped off his dusty clothes, gave his hard cock a stroke and sized up the woman he was about to ride.
	Outside, Albert made the corner of the family’s property trying to hustle Buster on; he was tired and had tarried too long in town fetching supplies.  He saw the light on in the house—and the lantern on the door of the barn.  That meant that his sisters were inside taking a bath.  Albert’s cock suddenly became hard and he slowed Buster hoping that the rickety buckboard would become a little less noisy.
	Pulling up to the shelter Albert locked the buckboard and climbed off.  Decisions-decisions.  Take the fetched items directly into the house, or make for the barn.  House.  Barn.  Ma or the girls.  Bitching—spying.  Tough call.  Gouging the heel of his hand to his aching cock he darted to the barn and to the “secret” spy hole.
	It wasn’t often he got the chance to spy on them, he knew they bathed “now and then” whenever necessary and one time when he was coming back from the outhouse he saw them go in.  Sure he had seen them in their nightgowns; there, too, were glimpses of them naked.  He had heard them fart, he constantly saw Carrie Anne naked.
	And he beat off constantly, too.  The image of his sisters reigned supreme—not so much for Carrie Anne, she was four and too young to have sexual desires for.  In town there were several girls of various ages he thought of when jerking her merkin.  So far, though, he had only held a girl’s hand and been shoulder to shoulder with one.  He deeply longed to be naughty with a girl up close and personal.  But until that happened he would have to settle to spying on his sisters.

	Melissa was standing up, naked, washing Mindy’s backside as she was in the galvanized tub.  Albert stroked his cock, the lantern light in the barn wasn’t much but it gave a nice glow to the girl’s nakedness.  Melissa was thirteen; he’d give anything if she would be naughty with him.  Mindy was eleven, he’d give anything to be naughty with her, too.
	Melissa was lovely, really-really lovely.  Long blond hair she sometimes styled.  She was a “reserved” type girl, very bright, and had the best body of any girl he knew—related or otherwise.
	Mindy wasn’t bad, her “parts”, though, weren’t as developed as was Melissa’s.  Albert thought, though, with Mindy he would stand a better chance of being naughty with—she was outgoing, liked to fish, blatant fart, spit, and skinny dip.
	At length, though, he had to go.  If he didn’t get the fetched items into the house his Ma would be pissed and she’d have him doing more chores—and he already had a ton of those!  

*

	Holding back her legs, Mike plunged into her hole.  He had cum a gusher load in her pussy driving nearly ALL of his manhood into her young sex.  When he finally pulled out—Andy was there to suck it and lap up the juices on Beth’s well fucked cunt.  Mike rubbed his hands all over Andy’s backside—his cock almost softening but by his young friend’s talented tongue (and mouth) got revitalized and in five minutes time was stiff enough to make anal penetration.
	Andy held Beth’s legs back, angling her hips and ye her asshole up for Mike to make the plunge.  Andy knew he wanted girls like Beth, older and even younger.  Girls he could dominate, terrorize, fuck and spank to his delight without the use of an EMAD-like device blocking the minds.  Andy formulated a plan…
	
	He thought his friend would explode; the look on his face was more than words could describe (a different look than that of a man who had learned his wife was cheating, his child had stolen something, his car was stolen by a friend, his wife was in bed with his best friend who had stolen his car, he was getting fired, and so on.)  A different kind of explosive look, a sexual explosion.  He made odd noises of ultimate achievement of satisfaction as he ran his hands over the naked nine year old girl he had across his lap.

	Ellen Blymon was the nine year old, from a neighboring church both Mike and Andy did some work for.  There was a whole mess of “little cuties” to tantalize and fantasize, none of which Mike and Andy knew personally like the little cuties they knew at their own church.  And that was a plus, as well as a bummer.  Neither wanted to really particularly harm a cutie they knew, but then again—they wanted to; to have those girls they knew from the very young to teens.  To have them naked, in their undies, bent over, on their laps, across a bed, on their faces, and especially and mostly on their cocks!
	But feelings got in the way.
	There were limited feelings for the cuties at the other church.  So that was why nine year old Ellen Blymon was across Mike’s lap with her white panties at her ankles, her blue Summery dress hiked up to her shoulders, and Mike’s cock throbbing hard against her tummy.
	Andy stood at the girl’s head, his cock against her head, her face, her mouth.  Mike caressed Andy’s ass and continued to make “odd” noises of sexual joy, smiling as Andy released a massive amount of pent up cum squirting onto Ellen’s sweet face and all over her as well.  Before his cock softened, though, he shoved it into her mouth for the finale.
	Mike patted Ellen’s ass, spanking her, prying her cheeks open to diddle her asshole and untouched cunt.  Waiting in the wings, so to speak, were three other girls, and a boy.
	Laying down inside the air conditioned SUV, Mike repositioned little cutie Ellen on top of him, grinding her against his manhood.  Her mind was “locked” up and that was a bit of a downer for Mike, he still wanted a cutie who was “herself”—but still controllable.
	But he was very happy with the little cutie group Andy had waylaid from the church and ushered out to the truck.  A big shindig was in progress at the church and church park with lots and lots of little cuties…  Andy culled a few for their personal pleasure and pleasure they did!
	Andy got behind Ellen, adoring her sweet little ass.  Mike had pulled off her panties and dress rendering her status to his delight.  With his cock being brick hard, Mike glided it right against the child’s cunt; his hands locked tightly on her hips pulled her ass open, Ellen’s legs already spread out over Mike’s legs.
	And though he had just cum (all over Ellen’s face) Andy’s cock pulsed and against her dainty little ass he did spank.  That was followed by poking at her asshole.

	But neither pussy or asshole of Ellen Blymon were breechable.  She was a virgin, had a small body, and barely could receive cock to her mouth!  That was another bummer.  Mike desperately wanted to make penetration.  
 	None of those “waiting in the wings” were penetrable.  Grace was Ellen’s age, nine; Lori and Megan were eight.  But they were cute!  Only Lori wore something other than a dress, she wore short blue pants.
	Andy made an attempt at breeching Ellen’s asshole, he first worked the hole with his finger, then his tongue.  She needed to be at least eleven he decided.  Girls at least eleven were fuckable.  Mike would surely be pleased with that, having some younger girls naked in the mix would please him so long as he could get off into a girl of some age who wasn’t “of age.”
	Andy anticipated that Mike was close to blowing off.  Picking up Ellen he positioned the girl straddling Mike’s sex; Mike toke holt of his sex and positioned it right to her nine year old’s entrance.  He then began making earnest steadfast upward thrusts while Andy held her and tried pushing her down.

*

	Her eyes focused to the rafters above her, her thoughts were tumbled and jumbled as there was nothing she could do but be raped and hoped the bastard on her would be satisfied and leave—and not find out about her girls in the barn taking their baths!
	And where was Albert?
	Coming thru the door…
	The door opened and young fourteen year old Albert waltzed in bearing the fetched items from town.  “Sorry I’m late, Ma, but Mr. Olson--”
	His words were cut off as he saw his naked Ma on the table with a naked stranger on top of her.
	“What the fu-”
	Albert’s words of astonishment were cut off as the man grabbed up his Colt and aimed it at him.  “Git yer ass over ‘ere!” the man bellowed.  Albert hesitated a moment, saw his naked sister tied to the chair crying, and couldn’t hardly think straight.
	But he moved when the man clicked the hammer back on the gun.
	To the wall by the table at his Ma’s head.
	“Take off them clothes!” the man seethed.  He had stopped temporarily doing what he was doing to Caroline, then lightly started up again—smiling as he watched the small framed teenage boy undress.
	Albert’s dick was still hard, from spying on his sisters, the cowboy raised up with a smirk on his face, “Come ‘ere!” he said and nervously Albert complied.
	“Put it against her face!”
	Albert’s face went ashen, Caroline’s eyes bursted into the size of saucers.  Frantically she fussed—until the cold steel of the man’s Colt went into her ear.  Looking up to the traumatized boy, “If’in you don’t do it, I’ll blow a hole clean thru her!” he snarled and meant his words.
	“You son-of-a-bitch!” blurted Albert.
	“Hey, now, boy,” said the cowboy, “I never knew my Ma, but you could be right!” he smiled and cocked the hammer.
	Albert placed his trembling cock against his Ma’s head,
	“Suck it.” The cowboy said.  “Suck it all!” and he began to pump harder into Caroline’s cunt.
	Caroline thrashed her head, pursing her lips tightly together, No fucking way was she going to suck her own son’s cock!  No way!
	Yes way!
	The cowboy aimed the gun to little Carrie, “Well, if’in you don’t suck him, maybe I can get that little young’un of your’in to suck on something, eh?”
	Caroline about lost it, so did Albert.  When Albert tried to be the man of the house—he got shoved backward HARD against the log wall of his home with the breath near knocked out of him. The cowboy then got up from Caroline and strolled to the very upset Carrie Anne.
	“Leave her alone!” screamed Caroline.
	The cowboy stroked his cum dripping cock, “I think I’ll have her suck me first, then I’ll see about breaking her other two holes in with this!” indicating his revolver.
	Caroline was near vomiting, Albert though dazed made another foolish charge to the naked cowboy, he got slapped upside the head for his gallant efforts, sending him cartwheeling and landing against the small stack of wood by the fireplace.
	“Cowboy” put his hand behind Carrie’s head and started to force feed her his gangly dong.  Albert charged again, coming with a hunk of wood.  Again it was gallant effort and he did manage to land the hunk of wood onto Cowboy’s arm he had put up in defense.  He took it, then “took” the hunk of wood and smacked Albert in the face breaking his nose and sending him backwards crashing into the table where he slumped down almost losing consciousness.
	“Now,” said Cowboy, “we can keep this up all fucking night long, until you finally get yer brains knocked out either way.” He stooped before the dazed boy, grabbed his chin and held it firmly, 
	“Now, you and yer Ma gonna do what I want, or there’s gonna be hell to pay.  Got it?”
	Albert, dazed, hurt, and really pissed, nodded.
	Cowboy got back on Caroline, smiling and being highly mischievous, 
	“You do as I say and I’ll go away.”
	Caroline seethed but nodded.  Turning her head she took her son’s not so hard cock and sucked it.  Cowboy guided his own cock back into her womanness and returned to fucking.

*

	It wasn’t so much as the “getting off” aspect of the dirty deed as it was just seeing the girl naked, sprawled across his naked lap, and spanking her.  The cumming off in her, on her, was just an afterthought that added a bit of deliciousness to the deed itself.
	So Andy concluded about oh so naughty his friend, Mike.	
	After Ellen there was Grace, a nice girl with long silky red hair, a skinny body, and a fantastic smile.  She had on a Summery dress of flowers and butterflies, a short dress just to mid-thigh.  Basic white panties and a little pee stain, fresh.  While Mike stood her up slipping off the dress, Andy slid down the child’s panties, finding to his delight her virgin status.
	With a little prying Q&A Andy relished in learning that the skinny ten year old was getting pegged by her twelve year old brother AND his best friend!  Not often, but often enough.  Andy fingered the girl and discovered, too, via Q&A that she also took sex in the ass!  (but not often…)
	Mike was delighted.  He could hardly wait, he firstly went down on the girl, licking and sucking to his insane delight; hungrily devouring the red head’s cunt like it was some magical dessert.  Then, coming up for a breather, he moved to make penetration.
	Andy positioned himself at the girl’s head, his cock in some agony, but the rest of his body and mind were ok.  Mike guided his thrusting manhood against the girl’s pussy and slowly invaded her.  He was significantly bigger than her brother and best friend and so the penetration was not immediate and there was some discomfort in the deed.
	But Mike was determined.
	Andy moved behind his friend, patting and then spanking his ass.

*

	Cum was just beginning to flow from his cock when the door opened and in came Melissa and Mindy.  They hadn’t dressed after their bath (which was normal) but merely carried their clothes wrapped in a towel to somewhat conceal their naked parts.
	Their mouths dropped and young minds went into overload as they saw the scene before them.  It was too much to comprehend and so they were stunned in totally overwhelming awe.
	Albert pulled away from his Ma’s mouth, cum spewing and squirting from his pud, dripping fully from his Ma’s mouth, too.  She spat out the goo then thrashed about some as she knew—she knew that the horror was far from over.  Very far.
	Cowboy smiled, “You been holdin’ out on me!” he jeered.  Then, 
	“Git yer asses over ‘ere!” he bellowed to the freshly bathed girls.
	Melissa and Mindy scooted over to their greatly embarrassed brother—staring at the nude Cowboy and their Ma.
	“Drop them clothes!”
	The girls obeyed but clung to their towels.
	“Them too!” and Cowboy pointed his Colt to them.
	Melissa peed.

	Cowboy got up from Caroline, he had cum but had gotten totally off—he had been interrupted.  Cracking his head, farting, he scratched at his somewhat satisfied hairy balls, then stepped up to the naked trembling prairie girls.	 Thirteen year old Melissa had a nice bod for to be sure, her breast were young, small, but delectable just the same.  She had nice features all around—cock pleasing.
	Younger sib, Mindy, wasn’t bad, a little smaller on her parts, basically hardly any titty meat at all and just the beginning of pubes on her snatch.  She stared at the naked Cowboy, awing at his manly manhood.
	“You like what you see, Missy?” he seethed.
	“Leave her alone!” shouted her sister.
	Quick as a wink the Colt came up to Melissa’s face.  Cowboy locked eyes with the girl, “Not a word from you, gal, do I wanna hear.” 
	Melissa nodded that she well enough understood.
	“On your knees.” Cowboy told her.

	Melissa closed her eyes, broken.  She knew what “on your knees” meant.  But instead of servicing the naked stranger, she had to take her brother’s cock.  She had never sucked a cock, but had heard about it.  She was curious, sure, but to actually do it was something else.
	Under duress, Melissa admitted to seeing Albert naked (while he bathed).  She also had seen other boys naked, while they skinny dipped in a nearby pond.  Under dire duress she admitted to fingering herself, AND her sister!  Both girls fingered themselves AND each other!  But nothing more.
	Albert’s cock, though freshly pulled from his Ma’s mouth and reeling from a fantastic orgasm, swelled to enormous size in his sister’s mouth.  He liked—a lot!  But was embarrassed at the situation anyways.
	For eleven year old Mindy, she too had to go to her knees.
	On her knees she was basically eye to eye to the man’s cock.
	Caroline was freaking out and had begun to thrash madly shouting “NO-NO-NO!” all the while.  She watched in horror, though, as her precocious young daughter took in the man’s horrid cock and sucked it.
	She didn’t like it much—it was gross!  Mindy made faces, retched and gagged as the musty smelling prong in her mouth filled it to capacity causing her to choke.  Cowboy gave her no slack and held her head firmly—when she fussed too much, she got smacked upside the head with the side of his Colt revolver.
	Cowboy pulled out of Mindy’s mouth and humped the eleven year old’s sweet face, gouging her nose and squirting a bit of jizum onto her face before stepping back, gloating.  His attention focused then on the boy—who was semi happily getting a hummer.  Cowboy’s attention settled on the boy; Melissa bobbed her head continuously on the brotherly dong, sucking hard although she was not a pro.  
	“Come ‘ere.” Cowboy said to Albert.
	Melissa pulled away giving a casual sidewise glance to the naked cowboy in their midst.  Slowly as Albert moved to where the man had beckoned, she herself moved to her distraught sister hugging her.
	Albert came to stand basically to where his Ma’s open legs flailed about.  Cowboy caressed the boy’s shoulders, then turned him about and caressed his bare ass—then spanked it with a hard swift smack.
	Everyone jumped as the smack landed, Albert tensed up, clenched his fists and was still delirious from the awesome blowjob he had just gotten as well as reeling in the pain inflicted by Cowboy.

	“Get on her.” 
	Albert heard the words, but—‘Huh?’
	Albert Hollings stared at Cowboy; he had thick curly dark hair, unlike his sisters Melissa and Mindy who had honey blond and Carrie Anne who had light brown.  Albert had a quirkiness to his face, like it had been flattened with only the nose sticking out.  He was generally shy but outgoing, adventurous.  
	Cowboy smacked him again to finally motivate the boy to “mount” his Ma.  “Get it in her.”
	Albert gulped, his sisters lost their ability to breath.  His Ma was stunned, too; she shook her head and begged, pleaded, saying, “I’ll do anything you want, just don’t make him do me!”
	Cowboy smacked the boy and when he still refused to put his dick into his Ma’s cunt, Cowboy shoved the barrel of his Colt into the boy’s asshole.  Then, stepping up to the boy’s ear, “An’ if’in your sorry hide don’t get a humpin’, I’ll shove this thing (gun) into one of yer sisters!”
	Albert got motivated and schlepped his salami into his Ma’s cunt.

*

Little Darlings
	She was a cutey, no doubt about it; and a little darling.  Such a sweet smile, a lovely face, auburn hair in a bouncy pony tail with a red ribbon at the base.  Her smile and her ass got her the attention of the Horndog Duo.  A happy-go-lucky child, under twelve, older than nine.  She was one of many in a park near a particular church, one of many that got the severe interest of Andy Horndog and Mike Horndog.  
	With Andy’s kicked up implants his EMAD-like abilities were phenomenal.  He didn’t know the exact limits—if there were any, but relished in the newfound abilities just the same.  Acquisitions of “desires” were made even more easier.  Security protocols were still all the rage and very necessary; EMAD detectors and preventors, security cameras, security patrols, and vigilantes, too, were “all the rage.”
	Julie Marney, age ten.  She was SOOOOOO cute!  The little darling was in the company of many at the nearby church park, a short sleeve girl shirt and short mid-thigh length jeans she wore—she was an instant “desire” for the Horndogs, her pants were particularly “tight” per se, but her ass was acceptable (and desirable).

	Others of the park were also desirable, many others.  Mike and Andy had different “desires” they sought but sitting in a custom van Andy had “acquired” recently for the purposes of trolling for cuties and little darlings, the two Horndogs combined their lists of possible acquisitions for pleasure.
	Julie was on top of Andy’s list.
	Another ten year old suited Mike for the number one spot on his list.  Her name was Jill Icecream.  For ten, the girl was small in frame, very flat chested, but had an equally nice butt like Julie.  (Julie had nominal AA breasts.)
	Then there was the sad girl, she sat by herself by the bathrooms on a rock fence watching the other park participants frolic.  Why she was sad or by herself was unclear; she sat hunched, wore a red top with short britches and red sneakers.  Long honey blond hair that was tied in a single pony but was unstyled and thusly flowed down over her shoulders clear to her equally nominal developing buds.
	Mike had focused on her longingly, placing her in the Number Two spot on his “List.”  For Andy’s Number Two there was a teenage girl.  The girl brought along two other to fill his 2nd place; apparently, “Kristy” was in a tiff of some kind with one of the other girls, who was an upper classman.  Emily was miffed that Kristy was dating her (Emily) boyfriend.  It wasn’t true, however, Kristy wasn’t interested in going steady with any boy, she was thirteen and not allowed to date until she was fifteen.  Kristy and the boy in question, Hank Logdon, were merely friends.
	Emily didn’t see it that way and was “miffed.”
	Unknown at the time to Mike was the relationship she had with the boy she was “chummy” with.  To Mike it seemed as though the two were boyfriend/girlfriend and were very likely sexually involved.  They played volleyball with some others and there was a lot of frolicking involved—including butt swats to one another, shoulder rubs, and lots of friendly hugs after a score against the players on the other side of the net.
	Andy figured out the relationship of the next participants on his list; the boy was the brother of one of the girls and he seemed to have “desires” of his own in regards to her (but mostly to the other girl his sister played with.)
	Then, to round out their lists, Mike chose two young pre-teen boys while Andy chose one. 

*

	The sign read 22 miles.  Andy cranked the a/c and checked on the “passengers” in the rear of the secluded van; it was secluded due to the lack of many viewing windows.  And the windows that were available were heavily tinted.  The doors were locked shut and only an electronic device Mike and Andy had sole possession of would release the locking mechanism.
	In the passenger area the a/c from the passenger compartment vents was good, but with the number of peoples within it still was a little warm.  But no matter, inside of 22 miles and they would be cool again as they would be up high over six thousand feet in cool crisp mountain air.
	So, in the van’s passenger area were:
	Kristine Thomas and Mira Ossman, both thirteen.  Emily Shuler was the snotty bitchy fourteen year old.  Sitting together in the middle seat section was the favorites, Julie Marney, Jill Icecream and Sarah Barns, all age ten.  Behind them, Krista Coyman and her brother, Justin.  Krista was fifteen, brother Justin age seventeen.
	Scrunched in the very rear on the floor were the remaining participants, Holly Karshall who had just turned twelve, her friend Annie had just turned eleven.  Annie’s sly horndog brother was thirteen—but looked twelve!
	Three boys occupied space there, too; Cory Addams, David Marsh, and Kyle Labowski—all age elven.
	Fourteen—count ‘em fourteen!  From preteen to teen.  Nine girls.  And there could have been even MORE to add, but Andy didn’t want to be greedy.  Mike smirked, “there’ll be another day.”

	The mountain road wasn’t bad, until the last ten miles after the turn-off from the main narrow canyon road.  The road last pavement and was mountain dirt road with a few ruts, rocks, boulders, trees, abandoned tractors…  After crossing a creek the road went nearly vertical before leveling off.  Mike didn’t know if the custom van was going to make it not being four-wheel drive—but somehow it did.  (he didn’t look forward to the return trip…)
	A few more miles and then there was the remote cabin in Andy’s family.  It was seldom used but was so occasionally during special hunting seasons.  It was rustic and had been in the family over a hundred years.
	Running water was from a creek nearby, a/c was what Mother Nature provided, and plumbing—see yon tree and bush…

	The cabin hadn’t been used in quite some time and needed a little sprucing up.  The air was indeed fresh and clean heavily scented by spruce, cedar, and pine.  It was quite and serene and just the place for engaging in severe naughty business.  
	But who first?  After cleaning the cabin up a bit, opening some windows, the newly acquired desirables were lined up and admired more closely with scrutiny.  In no particular order, Andy stepped up to Kristy.  
	‘Virgin?’
	No.  but she wasn’t a slut, either.  There were three boys tagging her, she was just thirteen, and the boys “tagging her” weren’t.  One of the boys was as young as SEVEN!  The oldest boy was her age.  She gave head to one of the younger boys; didn’t take in the ass, but all three boys licked her pussy and sucked on her titties.
	She was sexually horny, but frightened of the pregnancy issue along with the lame disease issues.  She feverently fingered herself and did so in the company of her best friend, Mira!  Neither girl, though, were poon lickers (but they DID love little boys!)
	Mira did love little boys, she had had as many as five little boys dwell in her poon including having one do some cave exploration!  All her little boys were under ten, but older than seven.  Like her best friend, Mira was frightened of getting pregnant—which was why she preferred boys who were pre-cum age.
	Emily Shuler had only two sexual encounters, one was a so-so boyfriend when she was twelve, the other was an uncle!  The uncle had caught her masturbating, spanked her ‘cause he said he would tell on her if she didn’t spread her legs for him; the boyfriend was the friend of Kristy’s.
	Julie Marney.  There were plenty of girls who warmed Andy’s heart, Julie Marney was one.  She was unique, her sweet face, hair style, body, all over.  She was a virgin, she wasn’t even fingering herself!  
	‘Seen anyone nude?  Like your Daddy, brother, a boy?’
	She had walked in on her step-Daddy and Mom while they were “gettin’ it on.”  It was last year but she still remembered seeing them naked entangled every whichaway.  Shortly thereafter she had been schooled in what she had seen, sex ed at home.  Her parents showed her blatantly what sex was all about—including using themselves as visual aid!
	Other than that, she had seen wee little boys naked but no boys her age.  She had not been molested in anyway by her step-Daddy, she never saw him naked after the sex ed at home.

	Jill Icecream had been at Summer camp and seen several boys naked; skinny dipping, streaking thru the camp, and playing with themselves.  Jill herself was shy about her body and didn’t even like to be seen in her swimsuit let alone underwear.  She was bashful, not a finger banger, and unschooled in the ways that was sex.
	Sarah Barns’ family had just moved to town; she was sad-very sad about that, she didn’t know anyone and missed her previous friends.  She felt like she didn’t fit in with the other kids ‘cause she was from the country and city-life was new to her.
	Like Jill, she had seen wee little boys naked, no biggie.  She was partly in the know of what boys her age looked liked without their clothes on; she was not into fingering herself-yet.
	Krista Coyman was not a virgin.  She was getting tagged and often.  Occasionally she got tagged by a boyfriend, too!  Most times she was “giving it up” to her brother, Justin.  In fear of pregnancy like Kristy and Mira, Krista made sure brother Justin wrapped his weenie before he stuck it in her.  She DID take it in the ass and DID suck him (off.)  
	Justin’s sexual experience was not limited to his sister.  He scored with two other girls; one was very naughty and one was shy but willing.  The naughty girl was the daughter of a prominent preacher at their church, the other was the daughter of the choir director.  Neither girl was aware of Justin’s doing the other--nor was his sister!
	Holly Karshall had an older brother who was horny.  Naturally.  Just recently Holly and her brother had gotten into the phase of their relationship that was “touchy-feely.”  Often had the two seen the other naked or I their undies.  No biggie.  They heard the other fart and had peed out in the backyard as well as skinny dipped in the backyard pool and at a swimming hole in the country.  No penetration.  Holly masturbated her brother and he fingered her pussy.  He wanted to penetrate her—and how!  He rubbed his sixteen year old cock all over—all over and she DID kiss the tip of his dick, but that was it.
	Annie Otter and her brother, Kevin, were also in the “touchy-feely” stage of their brotherly-sisterly relationship; Kevin was just as horny as Holly’s brother.  They both saw one another in various stages of undress, too, but Annie was more bashful and shy; modest.  The “touchy-feely” was resigned to allowing horny Kevin to rub his cock against her ass and up and down her crack.  She handled it a couple of times and did allow him to finger her pussy.  Nothing more followed.

	Cory Addams was a masturbator—avid worshipper of jerking off; he had just started to cum off, too, which made the event of jerking all the better.  He had gotten caught by his Mom who told on him by his strict Dad who laid him across his bed and spanked his bare ass raw.
	It didn’t stop Cory from humping his hand, though, he did it more privately—usually in the bathroom or when no one was home.  He had limited ideas about what girls looked like naked, he had only seen some girls in their underwear—just brief glimpses.  He yearned (big time) to see a girl naked.
	David Marsh had just started to find pleasure in pleasuring himself.  Unlike friend, Cory, David had seen girls naked, younger girls whose “parts” weren’t developed.  He yearned to see a girl his age or older…
	Kyle Labowski.  Kyle was not a virgin.  He wasn’t getting any from a sister, cousin, or even a girlfriend.  He was “gettin’ it” from a teacher at his school, his baby sitter, and his aunt!
	Andy drew Julie to him, caressing her, patting her butt, becoming engorged.  Mike favored Jill.  The others would have to wait, the day was young and there was time this time.

*

	A river of his teen cream spilled out of his Ma’s cunt.  Young teen Albert rolled his eyes, his mouth undulated oddly, his body twisted as the orgasm he experienced superseded all other orgasms he had had previously.  Fucking pussy was better—way better than humping his hand.
	Sister Melissa had to suck on her brother’s cock—freshly pulled from their Ma’s pussy.  Mindy got the task of sucking on Cowboy’s cock.  Neither girl enjoyed cocksucking; they retched and gagged all the while.  Cowboy’s cock popped out but that was ok, he humped the girl’s face instead, having her suckle on his hairy balls.
	“Get him hard!” Cowboy told Melissa.
	The thirteen year old prairie girl did her best, of course the situation was a bit difficult but she sucked and sucked, caressed her brother’s ass, cupped his balls, and sucked the near life out of his prong until he was raging hard once more.  Then,
	“Get on the table next to yer Ma.”
	The man’s cold words stung Melissa, she only knew halfly what to expect.  When she didn’t move right off, the strange cowboy put the barrel of his gun into Mindy’s mouth and gave Melissa a long hard stare.

	On the table she spread her legs wide, brother Albert got the task of licking his sister pussy—which was highly distasteful cause earlier she had peed.  But he licked and licked all the while behind him his sister stood being fingered harshly by the man behind them.
	When Albert’s cock began to spurt love juices once more,
	“Alright, boy, I think it’s time!”
	Albert was a little dim and didn’t get it.
	Melissa knew, though.  She whispered to him, ‘he wants you to put it in me.’
	Albert looked horribly stunned to his sister.  Barely could he could conceive the concept.  Looking back over his shoulder to the grinning stranger, ‘you really want me to do that?’
	“You better git to gettin’ it lessen you piss me off, boy!” shouted a warning from the stranger.
	Albert nodded and guided his cock to his sister’s virgin cunt.

	Caroline wept, the struggle was just about out of her, she still thrashed but that was typical and a given.  She was just about broken, mind body and spirit.  “You son-of-a-bitch!” she wailed, ‘don’t ever let me go ‘cause I’ll kill you!’
	Albert took just shy of two minutes to cum in his sister’s pussy.  He had laid on her, humped and humped as she lay on the table beside their Ma, he averted his eyes quickly when his Ma looked at him.  The feeling of fucking and subsequent cumming was dramatically incredible to him.  Melissa wasn’t so thrilled, her first fucking hurt!
	Seeing the blood on his sister’s pussy then on his dick sickened Albert; he got a washrag and washed down his sister’s breeched poon and then his cock and balls.  Melissa then had to straddle her Ma’s face, lay down, and lick her Ma’s cunt.
	The whole event was mindblowing and took some shouting and gun pointing to get the girl motivated.  Albert got a little dizzy and wavered in his stance, blood still flowed from his broken nose.
	After Melissa had settled on her Ma’s face, and laid down licking her Ma’s cunt, little Mindy climbed onto the table.  She didn’t lay down right off, though, the strange cowboy wanted to have a looky at her goodie.  He stood shoulder to shoulder to Albert, “damn, boy, that’s a nice ass there, eh?” he giggled and jostled Albert telling him “put your hand on it.”
	Nervously Albert fondled his sister’s ass.  The strange cowboy poked Mindy’s virgin poop chute with the gun, then dragged it up against her equally virgin pussy.  The man smiled and had her lay down…

	While Albert licked on Mindy’s pussy, the stranger had his hand up between Albert’s legs fondling his cock and balls.  Albert did his best to concentrate but took great offense to being fondled so.  Then the strange cowboy began sodomizing him with his gun!  Albert lost his ability to “get hard” as he feared any moment the Colt would fire off and a bullet would go ripping thru his body.
	Cowboy crammed the gun into the boy’s asshole as far as it would go, then wiggled it about some inflicted great amounts of discomfort to the hapless broken-nosed youth until he began to scream out in pain.
	Caroline cried out, “LEAVE HIM ALONE!”
	And for some reason, Cowboy did; only to come around to Caroline and address Melissa’s ass.  Melissa continued busy herself licking her Ma’s pussy.  Cowboy caressed Melissa’s ass, patted it and then spanked it with a couple of hard swift swats; then he parted her cheeks.  
	Albert and Mindy had to come over to hold a cheek of their sister open wide while the strange cowboy ram rodded the barrel of his gun into Melissa’s asshole.  Melissa, naturally, freaked out and it was difficult for her siblings to keep a clutch on her ass.
	Finally, “You dick hard, boy?” Cowboy asked of Albert.
	“Yeah, y-yes, sir.” Albert said looking down to his cock.  It wasn’t very hard but hard enough.  Hard enough to breech his sister’s asshole…

	Melissa had long since stopped licking her Ma’s cunt and settled to sobbing as in her asshole her fourteen year old brother pounded away steadily.  There was significant pain and lots more discomfort and try as she might she tried to take it without too much fuss.
	Meanwhile, while Albert sodomized Melissa’s hole, he was spanked by the stranger’s hand, gun, and lastly a belt.  Being spanked made it hard for the boy to concentrate on fucking—he had to cum, so stated the cowboy, “I want to see CUM coming out of her hole,” he had said, “’cause if’in I don’t, I’m gonna shove this in her ass until there is!” and he meant to shove the Colt into sister Mindy’s ass.
	Albert finally did cum, though, it took him five minutes.  By then his cock was about fucked out, dry, and his ass blistered.  There was a mixture of blood and cum on Melissa’s fresh fucked cornhole, a generous coating of blood and poo stains on Albert’s dick.
	The prairie family’s torment wasn’t over just yet…

*

	According to his “Ma”, the table had been in the family for generations; accordingly, it had come from some little house on the prairie back ‘fore the Turn of the Century (last century before this century).  It was still sturdy enough to support weight and therefore little Julie Marney laid out on just nicely.
	Andy laid the little girl on the table, after pulling her pants and then underwear down.  Her little dainty pussy delighted him and he was instantly hard.  Off came her shirt and undershirt; he paused to marvel at the girl getting incredibly harder, being turned on by seeing her merely in her panties at her ankles.  He liked seeing a girl that way.
	Once Julie was laid out on the table, off came her shoes, pants, and panties.  Opening her legs Andy paused to take a nice long gander at her virgin entrance; then right up against it he placed his cock, rubbing up and down the smooth hairless sex before gently pushing himself inward.  Julie’s sweet faced remained somewhat oblivious to being penetrated.  Andy took his time and went over the girl’s nude body with some pleasure and much delight.
	Mike, meanwhile, was spanking his number one girl, Jill.
	Jill’s clothes were still on, just not in their proper places, Inside the rustic remote cabin Mike parked himself on another of the little house on the prairie’s furniture, positioning little Jill across lap after firstly undoing her clothing.  Down to her ankles went her pants and panties, then up to her shoulders her top.  Small circles he did make on her delicious little butt before smacking her.  She jolted and was stunned by the swats, but her mind was “locked” down just the same so the spanking continued.
	Andy made earnest progress in presenting his gallant steed into Julie’s very virgin poon.  He met stiff resistance and a severe snugness, but was determined to get into her sex, at least part way and fill her with his love (cream.)
	Slow thrusts granted him his desire, dire determination made the stabbing a doable and Julie Marney was no longer a virgin.  But progress passed the breeched hymen was a virtual no-go—not without further breaking in by small cock over a progression of time.
	Using her own discarded panties, Andy wiped Julie’s pussy and his naughty cock clean; then laid his cock against her broken sex and humped madly some more shooting a massive pent up wad of love cream up her body moments later.

	Mike had finished his spanking of Jill, stripped her clothes off then proceeded to invade her young poon with firstly his tongue, fingers, and then his manhood.  He seemed a little determined in his antics, forceful and resolute.  He found, though, penetration to such a girl’s pussy was not going to happen with his big dick—not without prior penetration from smaller dick.
	Undaunted, though, he worked a finger into the girl’s asshole, reaming it and reaming until he sighted the candlestick.  The candlestick was old, seasons old.  Using a little spittle on Jill’s hole, Mike began shoving into her the candle—he was very determined.
	Andy had moved on.  

	Andy had a desire—to get off into some pussy.  Kristine Thomas would fill that desire.  After getting her top and pants off he had her stand (outside the cabin) in her underwear.  His cock was sore but still capable of doing sex on a repeated basis.
	Though his special abilities seemed to be doing ok with no notable strain to his brain, he held off doing too much to the Acquired Ones; a little Q&A, quelling in their minds what was happening to them, nipping their pain and discomfort, and having them go thru the motions of undressing themselves was about the limit.  Andy knew, though, Mike still wanted a girl just straight out and out kidnapped.  He wanted her gagged and tied and then to have his way with her all the while she was aware of it.
	First things first, though.
	Andy had Kristy walk around a bit, just in her panties.  Bend over, spread her cheeks, stand and pee, stand and finger herself, then get on her knees and suck him.  Ahhhhh
	There were three boys tagging her, she was just thirteen, and the boys “tagging her” weren’t.  One of the boys was as young as SEVEN!  The oldest boy was her age.  She gave head to one of the younger boys; didn’t take in the ass, but all three boys licked her pussy and sucked on her titties.
	The “oldest” boy was a friend, not a “boyfriend” and they babysat young’uns together.  One time while duo babysitting a small group at a house the two found a stash of porn.  Magazine and videos provided great entertainment—as well as education.  
	The youngest boy, Davy, was way cute and handsome.  Though he was seven she gave him baths, dried him off, and sucked on his little pee-pee.  In turn, the boy sucked on her titties and licked her pussy, too.  

 	Andy took a turn at licking her pussy, neverminding the fact that she had just peed for him.  He licked, lapped, nipped, and sucked on her pussy before sliding himself into position and driving his bone nicely into her sex.  He suckled on her titties and smiled as he heard from within the cabin serious spanking going on.

*

 	He shuddered uncontrollably as the juices of his loins spewed forth filling his sister’s pussy.  He made noises of ultimate satisfaction, then went thru the undulation that was truly orgasmic.  The pain inflicted unto his ass earlier faded to a painful memory.  With dramatic thrusts he continued humping as the feeling of orgasm was still within him, surging exponentially driving him into modes of orgasm he had never knew existed.
	And the cream that spilled from Melissa’s cunt drizzled down onto Caroline’s face.  She was basically mindless, out of her mind and no longer a functioning member of society.  Albert flexed his ass and gave small thrusts but mostly it was his cock merely surging inside his sister’s poon.
	Mindy wailed nearby as she was lain across the lap of the strange cowboy being spanked.  Her arms were twisted behind her, her ankles secured by her rope, her ass blistered by repeated swattings from the nude cowboy.  Just before blood was drawn, Mindy was thrown with her face into her Ma’s cunt; Cowboy positioned himself behind her keeping her hands pinned as he rammed his rod up into her asshole.
	Albert wanted to be chivalrous again, but his strength was all but gone.  He could only cum and cum and sink to the floor afterwards.  Melissa reached back to finger her tantalized pussy, it itched so!  She was sickened by the cowboy’s new antics, the brash sodomy of Mindy.  Mindy’s cries were muffled, though, by her mouth clamped onto her Ma’s cum soaked pussy.
	Cowboy rammed himself DEEP into Mindy’s asshole, and when Melissa protested for her, she got her mouth full of Colt revolver.  She shut up, closed her pretty blue eyes and bawled.
	The torment to Mindy’s ass lasted a little over three minutes.  She fell away after the cowboy’s cock in her ass exploded.  She withered on the clean swept wooden floor wriggling like a fishing worm.  The cowboy had most of his energy spent; his cock was just about done in.
	Just about.

	After a strong cup of prairie coffee, and twenty minutes time, Cowboy was ready for more.  Melissa and her siblings lay sprawled on the floor, they were spent (or had been spent upon).  Cowboy came and stood straddling Mindy; he firstly masturbated above her, then smiled and relieved his bladder instead.  A huge stream of his liquid gold splashed onto her soaking her face and chest and then mostly her pussy.
	Albert got the task of licking his sister Mindy’s cunt; meanwhile, she had to latch onto his dangling balls above her head and suck on them; meanwhile, the strange cowboy sodomized Albert firstly with his revolver, and then his hardened cock.
	Cowboy only stayed “awhile” in Albert’s ass, he pulled out and had Melissa clean him off—using her mouth to do so.  The girl nearly vomited (but didn’t.)  While she retched, though, Cowboy moved to Mindy’s business area; he had Albert hold her legs back and right there on the floor of that little house in the country by the creek, Mindy got laid.
	With her mouth filled with her brother’s balls, though, Mindy’s screams of torment were muffled.  The cowboy’s hard dick went dramatically into her delicate sex, busting her virgin membrane and driving fully into her young pussy without care.  Then the hard thrustings began.  Melissa cried and begged thru her cries for Cowboy to stop, Albert cried and pleaded, their Ma lolled her head and was only heard to mumble incoherently.
	Cowboy finally unleashed a horrific load of man juice, one terrific jut and he pulled out to empty his love onto Mindy’s tortured poon, squirting a jut onto Albert’s chest and then his face.  He then scooted back and reeled in what he had done—having Melissa lick the cum laden on her brother’s body, then use a washrag to wipe her sister’s pussy clean.
	
	After some more coffee, the strange cowboy stood straddling Melissa as she lay curled on the floor.  He told her to “lay out” and the hapless teen repositioned herself on her back.  The strange cowboy then began peeing on her—and enjoying it.
	Albert also had to drink coffee; then, when his bladder later needed emptying, he anointed firstly his Ma’s cunt and then showered sister Mindy.  By then the stranger among the prairie family was horny again and took his foul hellish cock to Mindy.
	On her knees positioned over sister Melissa in a 69er position, trail weary Cowboy schlepped his salami into Mindy’s pussy.  He drove straight as a rail into her young cunny, clung tight to her hips and “went to town.”  In her mouth was her brother’s prong…

	Mindy’s cries were muffled as she was pounded from behind, her brother’s cock in her mouth semi swelled; Melissa thrashed about underneath her sister sometimes closing her eyes tight but strangely found herself watching as Mindy was raped.  Caroline was—gonesville.
	A few minutes later and the strange cowboy unleashed his love.  He gave a mighty groan indicating his satisfaction, then pushed Mindy’s hips down, forcing her fresh fucked eleven year old cunt onto her sister’s face telling Melissa, “Lick it clean!”

	Albert humped Mindy, Cowboy humped Melissa.  The hour was late, little Carrie was asleep, Caroline was basically mindless; she lolled her head to and fro, moaned some and was just clearly out of it.  Albert struggled to cum as directed to do so by Cowboy; Mindy thrashed about some actually partly into the deed done unto her, but the horror of being spanked, raped, peed on, sodomized all cumulated into something she couldn’t comprehend and/or deal with.  Albert, though, was gentle and a few times while humping his sister he “pulled out” and humped the outside of his sister’s gash.
	Cowboy was tiring and shortly after midnight he tied up the family and crashed on the bed Caroline shared with her away husband.  Albert was tired, too, his cock ached and his body overall was sore.  Mindy was conked out, Melissa, too.  There was nothing from his Ma.  She would never be the same.
	Albert wrestled with the rope binding his hands and feet, he awoke sister Melissa and together they struggled back to back trying to undo the rope with little success.  
	“Whattcha doin’?” said the cowboy coming in on them silently.
	Albert froze and held his breath.  The cowboy grabbled him up to a standing position then thrust him against his listless Ma; then, painfully (for Albert) pushed his arms/hands up to between his shoulder blades.  Albert twisted his naked sweaty body all about as the pain was incredible.
	That was nothing compared to the brash spanking he received.
	Cowboy firstly used his hands, then grabbed up a belt and blistered the boy’s bare skin until it bled.  The boy then had to munch on his Ma’s cunt while Melissa sucked on his wang.  Cowboy threatened to beat Mindy senseless if the two siblings didn’t comply.
	They did.
	Mindy was spanked regardless.
	Not hard and not as brash; Cowboy merely parked his carcass in an armless chair and brought the unwilling Mindy across his lap for a bare ass beating.  The spanking merely turned her lily white skin a bright red.

	When Albert’s cock was hard he clumsily put it into his Ma’s pussy and fucked; with his hands still secured behind him his abilities were silly and awkward.  Melissa got her hands undone, she warned sternly, “No shenanigans,” followed by, “don’t do a thing I don’t want you to do.”
	Melissa nodded and then went to help steady her brother until he “got off.”
	When he did, Melissa licked her Ma’s cunt clean while Mindy sucked her brother’s cock clean.  The event got the Cowboy hard and both girls came to service him.  Albert still sniveled from being so brazenly spanked.  Cum still squirted from his piss slit, too.  
	Mindy and Melissa did a fine job on Cowboy’s prong, one would suck the cock itself while the other washed his balls—then they’d switch.  The girls were very pretty—in a sort of Plain Jane sort of way.  Melissa was the prettiest, ‘specially naked.  
	After his cock was sufficiently hardened, he put it into Caroline’s cunt and fucked her hard.  She was totally out of it and not aware of the cowboy’s efforts to make her cum.
	It took awhile, Cowboy was determined to cum but he was pretty much fucked out himself.  He paused a few times, lay on Caroline and suckled her breasts, drove his tongue into her mouth, and just rested before continuing his efforts.
	Mindy and Melissa couldn’t wait for his finale, they nodded off back to sleep.  Albert, though, remained awake, the pain to his ass kept him listless and alert.  
	Cowboy finally got his nuts off, pulling out he awed Albert as there was not the common milky goo spurting from the man’s cock but clearer sticky liquid.  The man gave out a mighty groan of satisfaction, “That’s some good pussy!” he smirked.
	Albert was pissed and wanted to kill the cowboy.
	The cowboy masturbated his cock a bit before stepping up on wobbly legs before the youngest member of the household, Carrie.  Carrie Anne was still tied to her chair sound asleep.
	“Leave her alone!” Albert pleaded.
	Could the cowboy be so crass as to molest a little girl like Carrie?
	Yep.
	He stood before the unawares child and masturbated, then pulled the skin of his skin flute taut, waggling his cock inching it closer and closer to the girl’s face—and mouth.
	“Please, sir, don’t do her, do me instead!”

	Albert offered himself.  Cowboy smiled and nodded, then turned and stood with legs apart, “Come on then.”
	Albert gulped—he eyed the man’s waggling skin flute and somewhat regretted his plea.  Sucking on his Ma’s cunt, his sisters, licking their butt holes, all had been one thing.  Sucking Cowboy’s cock was just too much.
	But if he would leave Carrie Anne alone, he would do it.

	Albert understood why the girls retched so when sucking cock, it was vile.  The taste was something he couldn’t put words to save for one “gross.”  The cock was hot in his mouth and swelled as he bobbed his head back and forth.  A time or two the man pulled it out and slapped his face with it, then scrunched his cock up hard against his face to where he had to as well suck on the man’s balls.
	The man struggled to cum off but it was a struggle he wouldn’t win.
	Albert retched and vomited some.
	Cowboy eyed him then had him go and mount his Ma again; and on his own he put his pud into his Ma’s cunt.  Cowboy tied the boy’s hands behind him, then tied his legs to his Ma’s untied legs.  Melissa and Mindy were tied together, they were barely awake from their exhausting torment.  Cowboy returned to bed and slept for hours.
	When he awoke, he came to anoint Carrie Anne with his pee.
	Then he force fed her his cock to the shock and horror of her siblings.
	Albert seethed and bellowed “YOU FUCKING BASTARD!”
	To wit the cowboy smiled and humped the four year old’s mouth gloating and enjoying himself.  Then he untied the youth and carried her to the bed…

*

	The woodpecker pecking some nearby tree got to be annoying.  If he had a gun he would have the forest surrounding the remote family cabin one less pecker pecking!  As he scanned the are not finding the destructive pecker, he noted that the time of day was waning.
	Time.
	There really was no time to do all the naughty things that needed to be done.  He actually longed for his sister and Mom, he had enjoyed having his way with Julie, very much!  But he longed to hump on his Mom and little sister and be satisfied with that.
	Mike, on the other hand, was moving along not caring of the time.

	After a rash spanking of Jill Icecream followed by a subsequent brash sodomizing of the little girl, Mike stripped down ten year old Sarah Barns.  His cock was pretty much shagged out, like his little buddy, Andy; but he lay down on a rustic cot inside the cabin having Sarah straddle him, settling her pussy right on his sore aching cock.
	Andy moved on to Kristine Thomas.  She was thirteen and very much able to take on his love tool.  He enjoyed young girls, they were prettier, soft, prettier, soft…  but teenage girls were more fuckable.
	After creaming off into Kristy’s cunt, suckling her titties, and generally loving all over her outside the cabin in the soft clover, Andy had Mira strip off her clothes—and like Kristy, had her walk around in her panties a bit tantalizing him before sliding the panties off.
	Mira did love little boys; she had had as many as five little boys dwell in her poon including having one do some cave exploration!  All her little boys were under ten, but older than seven.  Like her best friend, Kristy, Mira was frightened of getting pregnant—which was why she preferred boys who were pre-cum age.
	After she pranced about in her undies and then nude, Andy had her get on her hands and knees, legs open.  He sat back admiring her ass having strangely strong desires for his sister and Mom!  
	Mira was a little boy lover; she loved spanking them and having them spank her—usually with their cocks!  She loved sucking them and then having them pee on her.  She couldn’t get enough!  Andy made a mental note to keep her in mind—she could be useful, handy.
	There was only one boy, an eleven year old, who was plugging her backdoor.  He was a cummer and other than her mouth, he only got to cum off in her ass.  Andy fingered her hole, prepping it for his teen dong.  Inside the cabin, Mike was fucking little Sarah…

	Two squirrels came to the center log at the top of cabin chattering at Andy as he “put it to” Kristy’s enemy, Emily.  Emily Shuler had only two sexual encounters, one was a so-so boyfriend when she was twelve, the other was an uncle!  The uncle had caught her masturbating, spanked her ‘cause he said he would tell on her if she didn’t spread her legs for him; the boyfriend was the friend of Kristy’s.
	Emily was actually a nice girl, she tended to lean towards 1960s styles of dress, hair, music, the whole stimuli of that era.  She smelled good, looked good, felt good.  As Andy made the dutiful entry into fourteen year old’s pussy, Andy became aware that the girl was becoming aware.

	Oh!
	Krista, her brother, Justin, Holly, Annie and her brother Kevin, the three boys, Cory, David, and Kyle; Kristy, Mira, Emily, Julie, Jill, and Sarah—all were becoming “aware” of themselves and predicament.
	That complicated matters a tad—just a tad.

	Rectifying those complicated matters took a little doing, but was doable.  One by one Andy soothed complicated minds but it wasn’t a one hundred percent cinch.  But that was ok, too; when he realized his inability to fully waylay their minds, he took a new route.  Eradicating their memory of himself and Mike took precedent.  Thereafter it was merely a matter of calming them so they were controllable not by narly mind warpings from an EMAD-like device but by verbal (and physical) commands.
	Afterwards, after a few minutes with each person, Andy took a needed nap by the creek.  Mike continued his pursuit of extraordinary happiness.

*

Out of this world
(hang on to whatever it is you hang on to, ‘cause you aint gonna believe this shit!)
	The cock crowed, the chickens clucked, the cow mooed, and the air was scented by typical farm life.  But all was not typical at the little house on the prairie.  Chaos reigned supreme there.  Behind the barn on a small boulder sat Albert, he had his pants on but nothing else.  His nose was still broken but no longer bloody or running blood.  His Ma had bandage it and when she told him she would take him to town to see the doc he refused.  He was angry and bolted from the house.
	“What’s with him?” Melissa asked.
	“He’s angry.” Her Ma said.
	“I got that.”
	Ma Caroline smoothed her hands over her rumbled dress, closed her eyes a moment and held fast to herself.  She shuddered some, trembled more.  “He’s angry because he couldn’t do anything, be the Man he was supposed to be.”
	Melissa nodded that she understood and continued to help clean up the messy kitchen.
	Mindy was quiet and Caroline had to worry about her, too; among other things.  She had received sperm from her son and the bastard cowboy, was she pregnant?  If pregnant by her son, she would carry, if not…

	And of Melissa and Mindy?  Mindy was too young to carry, Melissa, too.  Mindy hadn’t started her period yet so Caroline would have to keep a careful cheek on her as the weeks, months, slipped by.  Melissa and her Ma avoided looking to one another directly, Mindy seemed “lost” in thought.
	“I have to go potty.” said Carrie Anne picking her nose and holding her hand to her pussy.
	“Mindy,” said Caroline, “would you take her out--”
	“I don’t want to go outside.” Mindy declared.  
	Inside, outside, it didn’t matter, the Nightmare would always be with her.  Melissa wasn’t too keen on traipsing outside, either.  Caroline sighed and stretched out her hand for her youngest.  Carrie took her Ma’s hand and they made for the only door.  There was some valid trepidation as Caroline touched the door handle—the last time she had touched that handle…
	She closed her eyes, it would be a long-long time before the Nightmare that had taken place eased.  And what of her hubby, Charles?  He was due back inside a week.  Would she tell him what had happened?  Would she let him make love to her?  He would be in great need but Caroline fretted.  Another man had dwelled in her sex, she had been forced into sex with her son; there was all the disgusting sexual torture and hours upon hours of depravity she wasn’t even aware of!
	“Ma!” exclaimed the girls Melissa and Mindy.  They were frightened and stood in their own rumbled clothing.
	“Girls,” said Caroline, “we cant be afraid of the outside forever.”
	Melissa and Mindy clung to one another, screwing up their faces and holding their breaths while their Ma slowly opened the door.  The stench of the cow poo filled the air; early morning was there to greet them, the sun was just rising, a new day was upon them.
	Caroline escorted four year old Carrie around the corner of the little house making way to the outhouse out back when the little tyke announced, “I cant make it!” and she usually didn’t.
	Beings that she was still nude, Caroline simply had her stand with her legs apart and let go.  Carrie Anne giggled, farted, and peed a storm.  Earlier, when Caroline had come to, she had examined Carrie’s poon.  Melissa had stated that the cowboy had taken Carrie to bed, held her legs open and lay on top of her.  But he hadn’t penetrated her, just laid his cock against her and humped.  “He turned her over and spanked her but not with his hand.” Melissa avoided explicitly explaining the embarrassing “parts” of the man and Caroline knew she had to right that.

	After her long pee, Caroline fingered Carrie’s pussy, the cowboy hadn’t penetrated her, that was thankful, he had humped on her, spewed his spunk onto her cunny and made Mindy lick it off while Melissa sucked his cock.  Thereafter he spanked Carrie’s pussy and made the girl masturbate him and “kiss his “pee-pee” tip” Melissa said.
	Afterwards he had some more coffee, smiled to the prairie family, gathered his clothes and said “it’s been real!” and left.
	“It’s been real?” Caroline had never heard such a statement before, what an odd thing to say.  When she had come to her senses, she firstly had been ill—violently ill.  Her children were a mess and there was little for them to do but go on.  They began cleaning themselves and that was when Albert darted out the house after his naked Ma had tended to his nose.
	Caroline had noticed the boy had an erection while she doctored his nose…
	They would never be the same.  Never-ever.  She had scrubbed her sex but knew the cum was DEEP inside her.  Her mind could barely cope with the horror of being raped—but it was tumultuous to cope with as her family had been sexually destroyed, too.
	Caroline stood scooping up Carrie Anne, snuggled her and once more examined her vagina.  Inside the house the girls waited almost to tears but were relieved when their Ma returned.
	“I think you girls ought to take a bath.”
	Neither Melissa or Mindy were too much into that notion.
	“We’ll ALL tale one!” smiled Caroline.
	The girls were more readily agreeable to that notion.

	He was almost mindless; but in his mind was a swirl of images, fresh and horrifying.  He loved his family and what had happened to them shouldn’t have happened—if he had been the man.  His Pa had left him in charge, to be the Man of the House—and he had failed.
	He would never be the same.  He was a disgrace.
	Suddenly, his Ma came up to him.  She was NAKED!
	Albert could scarcely breath—his eyes bulged, he shook his head,
	“What the fu--”
	“Albert,” warned his Ma, “I’ll tolerate a lot of things, but a foul mouth is not one of them!”
	Albert nodded.  His eyes focused on his Ma’s bouncing breasts and then her fur pie.  His cock surged, balls tingled and the recent recollection of him pounding his cock into her fur pie bursted to the front of his mind.

	“We’re taking a bath, we need cleansing,” she said walking up to him nonchalantly totally blowing Albert’s mind, “come join us.”
	Albert sat twisted on the boulder, mouth open wide enough to hide the Cherokee Nation.
	“We’re going to be alright,” Caroline said soothing to him, “I’m very proud of you.”
	‘Huh?’
	“You had no choice, that man could have killed us, but you kept him from doing so.”
	Albert had no idea what she was talking about—how had he kept the man from killing them?  
	“If it weren’t for you being submissive and giving in, he would have done us all in.”
	Albert sort of understood that part.
	His asshole hurt, badly, then his whole ass.  He was stinky, sticky, and the taste of the man’s cock in his mouth lingered.  After the cowboy had humped on Carrie Anne, and Melissa sucked his cock; Albert, too, had to “suck his cock.”
	Caroline reached out for her son, he took her hand and was pulled off of the boulder.  She hugged him and it was more than a simple “hug”; they hugged when he did good in school, was off to school, had a bad day, off to bed and whatnot.  But the hug behind the barn was different, more umph to it.  Caroline hugged her naked son and he hugged her.  Both came close to crying and “letting” go; when Albert felt his eyes swelling up with emotions he shook his head and reared back from his Ma.
	Caroline, too, was close to losing it, but somehow she maintained herself and found herself eye to eye with her son’s erect cock.  Cocking her head she looked at it; Albert grew embarrassed and didn’t know what to do or think—so he did neither and just stood there with his cock hard inches from his Ma’s face.
	“It wasn’t all bad, was it?” his Ma said.  Her face was of concern, Albert’s face was of confusion.
	Albert couldn’t reply, even if he wanted to—he wouldn’t know what to say.  ‘all bad?’  well, being fucked in the ass was bad, being spanked and beaten was bad; being forced to fuck his Ma and sisters was bad, watching his Ma and sisters being raped and sodomized was bad.
	But slipping his cock into his Ma’s cunt—not bad.
	Getting sucked on by his sisters—not bad.
	Sliding his cock into his sisters pussy—not bad.
	His Ma then blew his mind as she “blew his cock.”

*

	To North lay the town of Spellville, Gusty Gulch was a little East aways, Calmwood off to the west.  There was no intention of returning from whence he came—he had done enough there.  He was wary, though, alone out in the area wasn’t the securest thing to do in the late 1890s.  The US Calvary had reportedly been doing a good job of curtailing the Indian uprisings, the dominance of the Americans encroachment to the West was inevitable and all who were in the way were destroyed.
	But research had told August “Cowboy” Moone that there were no Indians in the area.  Research was wrong.  Topping the hill just five miles up from the “little house on the prairie” he had just left he came upon a tragic scene.  Quickly he drew his Colt and scanned the area.  Nothing from his horse, Magic, though.  
	With his eyes scanning intently the area he moved up to the tragic scene before him.  A “covered” wagon smoldered off the lone dirt road; two horses dead to the world with a cow wandering aloof in the field beside.  
	For a long moment he held fast ready to gallop off at the slightest hint of an Indian.  Cowboy didn’t know much about Indians, not really.  He had studied them but that said nothing to really knowing an Indian personally; and Cowboy didn’t particularly want to go that far.
	Tied to a wheel of the burned wagon was a prairie woman, her clothing all disarray; breasts exposed as well as from the waist down.  An arrow pierced her right shoulder and she had been traumatized beyond belief.  There was nothing Cowboy could do for her, her mind was already gone.
	Inside the wagon a little boy lay.  Cowboy closed his eyes, the boy had been scalped.  In his readings of the time period there were great mentionings citing “scalpings”.  Scalping was not particularly beset upon by the North American Indians; it had been a practice that by scalping, as the act of removing the scalp, usually with the hair, was proof of prowess in war.  The practice was not North American solely but also to have been known in Europe, Asia and Africa.  Scalping was practiced by the ancient Scythians of Eurasia.  Scalps were taken in wars between the Visigoths, the Franks and the Anglo-Saxons in the 9th century.  Certain tribes of North American Indians practiced scalping existed long before Europeans arrived. 

	Under the wagon a teenage girl approximately fifteen or so lay moving slightly.  Her dress was bloody and an arrow was in her arm and left shoulder from the back.  He “Pa” was in the field, riddled with arrows and scalped as well.
	It was supposed that one could tell the identity of a certain tribe by the use of their feathers in their arrows.  Cowboy had not studied that myth.  He scanned the area more and more, Colt at the ready.  Another girl child was found in the high weeds, suffering from the same malady as her little brother in the burned wagon.
	Blackfoot, Arapaho, Kiowa, and about a dozen others could be the culprits, Cowboy hadn’t studied the Plains Indians all that much, he’s study had been “other.”  The “cowboy” life, cowtowns, cows, small Midwest towns.  What did a “cowboy” actually wear, how to ride a horse, the use of his trusty six-shooter, and the “lingo” that was cowboy talk.
	If he were to pursue his insatiable quest for sexual conquest of innocent peoples of the prairie from Coast to Coast, then he would need to return home and study all facets of Prairie Life, including extensive studies on the North American Indians.
	The woman and her teenage daughter were the only survivors.

	“So what’s the plan?”
	“Uhm, going to hang here a bit longer, finishing touches.”
	“Minister Donavan was here this morning—looking for you.”
	“Crap, what did you tell him?”
	“You were on an errand to the City, be back this evening.”
	Long pause, “Anything else?”
	“I know the Minister is attending his daughter’s concert, so it is unlikely he will be back this evening.”
	Cowboy was relieved to hear that.
	“But I KNOW he will be here in the morning, you had better be here, too!”
	Details-details.  Finishing touches.  Best laid plans smoking up, or was that up in smoke?  Clichés he was not so keen on, Early American History was something Cowboy, though, took a shine too—‘specially since the Universal Library Archives had been destroyed during the Cyon War.  What lay beyond the 22nd Century was a mystery to time.  As always, modern historians wanted to know history from the beginning, but due to the passage of time, a few cataclysmic world wide wars, ancient history was a difficult thing to ascertain and left mostly and mainly to speculation.

	August “Cowboy” Moone was a quasi historian, the Monks at Tena Meadows who raised him taught him history as they knew it and when he was a man and went to a university for continuing studies he found a new lust (literally) for history.  There were some paintings from the Centuries of Yore, naughty paintings of naked peoples.  More personal studies led him to find arcane images of naked peoples.  Cowboy was intrigued—highly.
	The Monks had been kind to him, he had no memories of his biological parents, he had been found wandering the Bad Lands, an infested area just beyond the Meadows of Tranquility.  With the Monks he had learned to speak several languages, to write several languages and be immersed in the study of the Heavens—which was mostly attributed to the Man-God relationship.
	That segued to near nightly swims in a shallow pool in the monastery, swimming without clothing.  Usually he wore scratchy wool outfits as did the Monks who ranged in age from teen to elder.  During those swims there were special “relationships” whereupon Cowboy was loved on by one or more of the monks.
	Special relationships were not just in the pool, but in the garden, in the nave (sacrilege!) and in the rectory (of course!)  In the New World Order, sex was not a taboo subject but almost an unknown.  Procreation was the only manner in which sex was tolerated—in the known circles of human socialization.
	Curiosity still persisted, in any century.  Cowboy made it his personal study to pursue—er, personal pursuit to study—no, personal quest to pursuit study!  No?
	Anyways, after some time after his studies of Human Development at the university he went on to immerse himself in the quality of life, enhancing himself as well as ensuring the quality of life for his human companions.  During the Cyon wars, a race of evil beings who had descended upon the Earth in their quest to annihilate the populace and enslave those who managed to survive, Art and Music were completely destroyed.  A hundred years elapsed before socialization on Earth began again.  Many more years slipped by before societies rose up from the ashes (oh, the human race managed somehow to overwhelm the evil Cyons—something in the human air didn’t agree with the slimey green porous skin of the Cyons and they died out) to become anew.
	Slowly did the Arts and Music surface but “creativity” was an issue among 22nd Century humans, that would take more time (as it had in the beginning!)  Meanwhile, technology was all the rage and Cowboy was there to cull and manipulate.

	The study of History was a topic many of the new populace was curious about—what was the ancestors like before the cataclysm?  It was an enticing pursuit worthy of study.  Some were enticed more than others.  But studying a history of peoples who were all but destroyed in everyway possible thru wars, cataclysms, nuclear radiation, eradication, and buried under tons of time was a pursuit destined for speculation only.
	  At length, though, there came a way to study those ancient peoples gone to time.  A time machine.  The Ministry of Technological Development of Humankind at New Michigan State had brought to life a time machine with the sole purpose of take a scientist back in time to study human life before the 22nd Century.
	There were, of course, some problems; only the most secure and trusty scientist could make the trek(s).  There were some Elders of the Senate who frowned on the use of time machines, they feared a user could change the future.  “the future, now the present, is as it is and shall be.” So stated one of the twelve Elders who currently ran what was once known as the North American States of Upper Continent.
	But there were diseases in some outer areas of the new world, a quest for knowledge of the ancestors finally allowed easement on the Elders’ decree.  But limited use and only by highly screened and trusted scientist.
	Well…

*

	A storm was coming, dark clouds on the horizon with coolness brushing his body.  The stench of the dead horses was beginning to get to him, the unpleasantness of the scalped boy was also unpleasant if not unsettling.  To take his mind off those unpleasantries he maneuvered the fifteen year old survivor gently slicing off her clothing.  He didn’t understand why girls of the time period wore so many underclothes!
	But once she was free of her clothing, he opened her legs and admired her virgin cunny.  That was nice.  Her poon was soft and untouched, and untrimmed.  Cowboy fingered the girl’s pussy, suckled on her titties and got extremely horny.  As his hardened prong slid into the girl’s pussy he saw his communicator blinking.  Closing his eyes didn’t block out the wrist worn device allowing him to communicate with his fellow scientist hundreds of years in the future.
	Cowboy continued his efforts humping the unfortunate girl, she was barely aware due to the pain of the arrows piercing her body.  He missed Caroline and her girls, and the boy.

	The thought was to take the unfortunate girl and her Ma to the little house.  But then what?  There was little time to fool with them some more.  And if he was in the midst of an Indian Uprising, well, then he would just rather not be around for that.  His initial premise for traipsing four hundred years back in history was to see how prairie towns formed intricate societies that connected to larger societies.  He also wanted to seek out relatives.  The Monks of the Meadow had found a nametag on his clothing “Moone.”  And since they had found him in the month of August, he was dubbed, August Moone.  Works for me!
	Finding ancestors was a big deal.  The Ministry of the school and his associates deemed that looking up ancestors could be profitable.  Money was not something the New Society of the New World was familiar with, bartering was.  But the New Society was beginning to segue from “barter” to “money” or things of monetary value similar to bartered items and the School was very intrigued.  New technology was something the Ministry of Technology was very muchly into.
	The girl, Amanda, moaned beneath him, the pain he had inflicted upon her when he busted her hymen was nothing in comparison to having an arrow in her body—and Amanda had three of them!
	Rising up he began driving his cock into her pussy with hurried thrusts—but he was all but shagged out and orgasmic pleasures would be something of a pursuit to obtain.  But he would not be denied and humped a good hump, straining and power thrusting until there was the unique sensation all mankind sought.

	Amanda’s Ma surprisingly was still alive and somewhat coherent, although delirious.  She had been tied to the wheel of her wagon and mawed by whoever Indians.  An arrow had gone all the way thru her sticking out some inches out her backside.
	Cowboy sized her up as the first raindrops began to fall.  Darkness came upon them, the air was refreshed—but also electrified by occasional bursts of lightning.  He didn’t like storms.  He quickly straddled the woman ripping her clothing off, wiping his bloodied dick off on her clothes, then he untied her legs…

	“August!  August MOONE!” though usually the communication device was small the voice from 400 hundred years plus in the future came in loud and clear.
	“What?” August almost yelled back.
	“Minister Donavan is DOWN STAIRS!”

	That wasn’t good.
	“Alright,” August said, “prepare the transporter.”
	He gave the prairie woman one more thrust of his love tool, kissed her and cuffed her cheek.  As the rains came, thunder roaring, lightning flashing, August “Cowboy” Moone said goodbye to 1892.  Amanda was the only survivor, she crawled out from under her family’s wagon to see a strange cowboy suddenly “disappear” into thin air.