August Moone
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 58
-Mini stories-
Descents of Depravity

With friends like these…
	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.
	She had seen her uncle naked masturbating, too; then, something was released in Emily’s mind—a suppressed memory.  Before it took holt of her Andy nipped it, but filed it in his own memory.  What he saw took a moment to settle in his own mind once transferred.  The uncle, “Dave” was standing nude at a bedside—he was tall, dark hair, gold earrings, very tan skin, and his hard cock was in the mouth of his recently adopted seven year old daughter!
	Emily had been shocked, but the Uncle was “aware” of her indescrepencies involving young boys as well as with another girl.  Uncle Dave was pretty sure Emily’s strict-stern Mom wouldn’t approve.  He would be right.  Emily had to come up to her naked Uncle; he pulled out of his adopted daughter’s mouth and humped his manly schlong all over her sweet young face.  Then laid her down and slid down her only clothing, panties.  It was evening type time, bed time.  
	Emily thought for sure the man was going to rape the little girl right then and there, but he merely masturbated, jerking off and spilling his seed all over her virgin pussy.  Emily had sucked on little boys and the pussy of one of her best friends.  Her Uncle smiled and as he emptied the last of his sperm onto his new daughter’s smooth cunt, he told her, “Lick it clean!”
	Holding back retching and other emotions, Emily had no choice and “went down” on the little girl and licked her pussy clean.  Then she took a turn semi-willingly and sucked his cock.

	The little girl was tucked into bed and then Emily was escorted to a bedroom across the hall whereupon she had to undress and lay herself out.  Uncle Dave munched on her cunt, fingered it, spanked it (with his cock) and then fucked it.
	Then it was a trek down into the basement.  Emily started to pick up her clothes but her Uncle said, “Leave ‘em, you wont need them.”  Then, once in the basement Uncle Dave spanked her ass with a belt before sodomizing her.

	Kristy squatted over Emily’s face, wriggled a nit and got her furry snatch right onto Emily’s nose.  Then she farted and proceeded to pee.  Andy’s cock dwelled nicely in the teen’s mouth with his mind linked to hers.  It WAS Kristy’s desire to pee on Emily, to spank her, make her lick her pussy, and even her asshole after farting and pooping!  Ghastly!
	With his unique abilities strained acquiring Q&A was questionable at best.  The “awareness” factor of the Collection was was; there was awareness of being but there was damn little that they could do about it.  Andy held in reserve some of his EMAD-like abilities so as to be able to wipe the Collections’ short term memory “afterwards.”
	Meanwhile, Kristy whizzed on enemy Emily.
	Afterwards, Emily licked Kristy’s cunt.
	Meanwhile, Andy stood straddling Emily who was laying down on a bed of nice mountain clover—his cock fully in the mouth of thirteen year old Kristy.  Kristy loved sucking little boy cock and was unsure about slurping schlong of a teen boy; cocksucking was ok, but it was the “stuff” that came out of teen boys that was distasteful.
	Andy fixed that as he fixed Emily into liking licking Kristy’s pussy!  Kristy was also “fixed” into liking Emily, not as an enemy but as a sexual friend.  His cock swelled proportionately inside her mouth sending gobs of fresh hot spunk down her throat—she had no tonsils!
	Andy had Kristy lay down—and lick on Emily’s cunt; Emily continued to lick out Kristy’s pissy pussy.  Andy found great delight in that action; Kristy’s ass was luscious!  And coupled with Emily’s tongue flicking her neatly trimmed poon, it was even more so!
	Krista Coyman was not a virgin.  She was getting tagged and often.  Occasionally she got tagged by a boyfriend, but most times she was “giving it up” to her brother, Justin.  In fear of pregnancy, Krista made sure brother Justin wrapped his weenie before he stuck it in her.  She also took it in the ass and sucked him off, too.

	Mike was pleased with that information—equally pleased that his manly manhood eased nicely into her teen cunt.  Despite her ongoing sexual relationship with her seventeen year old brother her pussy was still nicely snug and greatly pleased Mike’s cock.  With her legs up along his chest he drove his cock all the way into her.  Beside them on the small cabin provided cot/bed lay the naked Jill Icecream and Sarah Barns.  While Mike pumped Krista he smoothed his hand onto those girls’ bodies, turning them over to feel one side and then the other.  His cock was shagged out and would take some time before he would be able to release his sticky liquid love into Krista.
	And she was aware of being made love to, too.  That please Mike even more.  She didn’t resist, though, Mike sorta-kinda wanted a girl who would, but he enjoyed what he had just the same.  Jill and Sarah was pretty much in the know of their predicament—just too frightened/scared to do anything about it.
	Mike’s “release” came, but without cum.  He needed at least 24hrs to replenish his ball juice.  But the feeling of release was still there—that was good enough.  His exhaustion level was there, too; after a few fantastic pumps into Krista’s cunt, he lay on her, suckling her breasts (and still caressing the girls’ butts.)

	Holly Karshall had an older brother who was naturally horny.  Naturally.  In recent months Holly and her brother, Will, had gotten into the phase of their relationship that was “touchy-feely.”  Often the two had seen the other naked or in their undies.  No biggie.  They heard the other fart and had both 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 did get to rub 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.

	So, while Mike was shagged out and laying on Krista, her brother, Justin, Annie’s brother, Kevin, Holly and Annie, participated in a somewhat so-so willing shindig.  That is to say they were somewhat willing, they were “aware” but confused on “where” they were and who exactly was controlling them—putting them up to engaging in the naughty shenanigans that were as such:  Holly lay on her back, butt naked.  Annie lay on Holly, also naked (everyone was naked at this point) and the two fine young nude girls were 69ing.
	Meanhwile, Kevin and Justin; Kevin was at Holly’s head, his sister’s cunt.  Into Holly’s mouth a time or two and then in his sister’s cunt for a righteous pump lasting a couple of hearty pumps—then into Holly’s mouth.
	Justin had the rear area of Holly and Annie’s head.  Into Holly’s ass(hole) he went pumping, slowly—s-l-o-w-l-y sliding his teenhood into the girl’s tight shitter until he was all the way in.  The boy smiled and didn’t care how wrong it was; he took his time and enjoyed every inch of it.
	For Krista, Justin’s sister, she lay out on the clover receiving eleven year old Cory Addams into her cunny; David Marsh in her mouth, and naked Kyle Lab masturbating at her head having his balls fondled (by Krista.)
	Justin was “aware” of what he was doing and who he was doing it to; it didn’t matter—there was a more overwhelming joy to the misdeed than the morally corrupt feeling he should envelope and concede to.  But of course, his mind was not totally free will…
	Young Cory Addams blew a load.  He had done so before, in his hand into his Mom’s panties and then jerking off with friends David and Kyle.  But cumming off inside a girl’s pussy—that was freakin’ awesome!
	David blew his wad, too, shooting a massive shot into Krista’s mouth; she liked—a lot!  David pulled out and humped her face squirting more of his personal juices onto her face and totally having his young mind be overwhelmed.
	Kyle came—simply by having his balls and cock worked on by Krista’s expert hand.  His cum squirted out along her arm and onto her breasts—he had cum before, with his friends, Cory and David; and also with another friend.  Andy saw in the boy’s mind Kyle and the “other” friend in the company of a younger boy.  The “other” friend was a couple of years older than Kyle; the younger boy was maybe six or seven.  (closer to six)
	Anyways, they were all nude, in the woods somewhere, and the younger boy’s arms were pinned behind his back by the older boy who was pinning them.  The older boy also had his cock in the boy’s mouth while it was Kyle in the boy’s ass.
	Amazing!

	He didn’t mean to be so rough with her and tried consoling her, she had no choice and excepted his consolation (but her bare ass still smarted.)  Mike caressed the “smarting” ass, delighting in doing so, consoling it in his own special manner—eyes closed with his shagged out dick pressed hard against her young cunny.
	On the bed lay Sarah.  Outside was Krista getting nailed by the boys.  It was an event that was unbelieavable.  He concluded, after a time that more than one was too much.  Quality time with one at a time was better.  He liked choices, variety; but more than two or three, or four was overkill.
	Like with his own children, Mike had strong feelings for the girl on his lap, more than sexual even.  There was a desire to add her to his own collective, his own family—but then that WAS for sexual purposes.  Then that segued to why not add the others, too!?
	Julie, Jill, Sarah.
	Kristine, Mira, Emily.
	Krista, Holly, Annie.
	There were some sexual desires for the boys but not as much.  He favored Cory and his friend but wasn’t too much into Justin but found Annie’s brother, Kevin, just about right.  Kevin looked twelve and Mike found that his sexual desire for boys was about at their twelve year old level.
	After Jill had fallen to sleep on him, he laid her on the cot then roused Sarah.  In her mouth he went; the girl sat up on the cot and was “aware” of herself and surroundings—she was also aware that resistance was futile.  She didn’t particularly care for the taste of hellish cock in her mouth and made faces, gagged, and retched, but she sucked the thang, masturbated it, cupped the hairy balls and strove to bring it off.

	Teenage pussy was good, too—Mike gave thirteen year old Kristine Thomas a fucking like never before; the girl was so humped that she got grass stains on her shoulders and brought to a new level of humpecstasy.  She shuddered all over as her orgasm thrilled her; she made “noises”, clung to her naughty man lover, and strove as much as he to “get off.”
	When she did, fourteen year old Emily Shuler—former enemy of Kristine, was there to suck Mike’s naughty oh-so naughty cock as well as clean lick/lap Kristine’s cunt.  meanwhile, behind Emily, Andy eased his cock into her wriggling asshole.  He pulled out a few times to spank the girl’s ass, drag it hard up her crack and slid into her cunt; beside him the demure Mira Ossman sat sucking at his balls and then his cock when it was free and available.

	Ten year old Julie Marney lay straddling seventeen year old Justin Coyman.  Justin generally preferred being naughty with his sister, but had scored with two other girls—his age.  He did admit (to Andy’s mind probing) that he liked looking at young girls, who didn’t?  They were so cute!  The general age Justin liked were girls “around” twelve.  But there were many other girls Justin liked who were younger than twelve, between eight and ten were targets of “like” and like well enough to fantasize about.  In facts, when fooling around with his sister and those other two girls his age, he thought of actually “doing” the younger ones!
	On his back, Justin clutched Julie’s ass and worked her up and down while the rest of the group watched in awe—up close and personal as he teen dick slid now effortlessly into Julie’s preteen snatch.
	‘Let’s give her a new thrill,’ the Voice said to Kevin.
	Kevin slowly moved to Julie and Justin; Justin parted Julie’s cheeks and after Kevin’s sister, Annie, sucked him to lubricate him good, he aimed and guided into Julie’s tight crapper.  She had been buggered there previously by Kevin, as well as by Cory, David, and Kyle.  But the going was still tight.
	Speaking of Cory—
	On her knees, Sarah sucked on David Marsh’s cock while behind her Cory Addams rammed his shagged out cock into her asshole.  The boy slammed hard as he strove to “get off” for the multiple time that day.  It was a struggle but one he liked.  The feeling was intense and as his balls slapped hard and made noise while doing so, he felt the surge from his cock indicating the presence of a stemming orgasm.  He gripped Sarah’s hips and drove harder still, coming to the point where he had to strain and felt the juts of his love squirting.
	There was instant relief, pleasure, and sexual lust plummeting all in seconds.  Pulling out and there was a bit more pleasure as well as a bit more cum dripping from his cock (and Sarah’s well fucked asshole.)
	Cum, too, squirted from David’s cock.  Sarah wasn’t too into the taste of spunk and pulled away—receiving the distasteful spew onto her sweet face and hair.  David (on his own) humped her face to get the very last ounce of pleasure from cumming.
	Though he was a mere squirt of eleven, he looked like a mere squirt of ten!  His teacher, aunt, and babysitter who all thought he was “cute!”  and he was!  His 5th grade teacher had caught him and another boy jerking off behind a building at school; she took them both to her private office—she was a counselor, too; and there made the boys strip down to their skin.  Then, she had them lay across her lap whereupon she smacked them.

	After the boys were spanked, Ms. Dora McGivens stroked the boys—followed by she herself stripping to her own skin and having the boys spank her!  It was a wild time in that private office.  She showed the boys her snatch, her shaven snatch, and gave the two young lads a reason to jerk off.  But she told them, “you shouldn’t waste it” meaning the cum that sometimes the boys experienced.  “always try and put it in a mouth, or another hole.”
	Good advice.  She then sucked the boys and sucked the very life out of their young schlongs before she got them between her legs.  She taught them more than any school room did.  Oral, anal, around-the-world, titty delight, doggie, and many more cum spewing positions.
	Then there was Kyle’s aunt, Auntie Mabel.  She was—tall.  Big torpedo titties, big hips, but thin everywhere else.  She had been married, divorced, married—divorced, and then lastly her hubby died in a tragic mishap involving a threshing machine.  She had needs—and one day Kyle came over for some reason and found his auntie naked on her bed “just a gettin’ after it!”  she was in a bad way and all poor Kyle could do was stand and watch—and get hard—and cum.
	He came right off in his pants and he was grossed out about it.
	Luckily, his sweet Auntie M helped him—right out of his clothes.
	She did so while remaining nude.
	This led to Kyle suckling her breasts while his cock was manipulated into a serious erection.  From there the two went to her bed and Kyle humped his second bitch who was much-much older than he.  And it was righteous!
	Then, there was the babysitter.  The babysitter was thirteen and she had a horny boyfriend.  One day while she was at Labowski house the boyfriend was over and Kyle saw her sucking the boy’s cock.  In turn, he licked her pussy out and then they fucked.  Kyle got his some time later, the how and why of it wasn’t clear; it wasn’t blackmail, it was a mutual thing—Andy thought the babysitter caught the boy jerking off.  
	Moving right along…
	The end of the day came along, it was time.  Andy “touched” the willing so-so willing participants’ minds; a simple mind clearing of the incident regarding their short term memory.  Then, in some select few, he enhanced their already naughty notions.
	Both Mike and Andy would need some time to recover.

In the meantime…
	“Are you insane?”
	“Probably.”
	Patrice shook her head, rolled her eyes, and sighed, “And I am just as insane as you for supporting you!”
	August smiled, cuffed her cheek—then grabbed it and pulled her to him.  They enveloped one another with mouths pressed tightly sending their usually curbed passion to lofty heights.
	“You bad boy!” giggled Patrice.
	August grabbed her ass and gave it a mighty squeeze.  In turn, Dr. Patrice Gaggis grabbed her lover’s hardened cock and gave it a squeeze.
	The “ding” alerting them that the Minister had arrived broke them up.  Patrice quickly smoothed out her uniform, fussed with her hair and stood apart from her companion.  August rubbed his belly—he was hungry!
	Minister Donovan stepped into the laboratory and made an quick assessment—mostly his cold dark eyes settled on the young upstart, August Moone.
	“Good evening, Minister.” said Patrice.
	“Howdy!” said August.
	Minister Donovan gave August a long cold hard stare.
	“What is the status of the Machine?”
	“It’s functions are in error,” replied Patrice, “we are working on reestablishing a connection to the time line but there are unknown mitigating circumstances hampering our trails.”
	The Minister nodded and looked over some equipment in the special research laboratory, especially the “pod” that was the time machine.
	“Is there anything else you need in equipment?” 
	“No, Minister,” said Patrice, “we have what we need--”
	“It’s a processor problem we’re experiencing.”  interrupted August.
	The Minister, clad in his dark one piece uniform with an outer dark lab coat.  He wasn’t too tall, had little hair, was well educated, but lacked “street smarts” or even some common sense in regards to human interactions.  He was No Nonsence and had been in charge of the Research Facility of Time Studies for several years—although he had little understanding of the lab equipment or the concept of time travel.
	Minister Donovan was an “administrator” more than a “minister.”
	“Is that the standard uniform for research teams?” The Minister casually asked, “I was not aware of any changes to the standard protocol of decorum in regards to the dress code.”

	August smiled and did feel a little uncomfortable being on the hot seat.
	“I was just trying out the duds of the time period I want to visit.”
	The Minister paused, “Oh?  This is what they wore?  What time period do you refer to?”
	“Uh, the late 1800s, United Americas of the West States, common attire.”
	The Minister looked over the clothing with some disdain.
	“They’re called “duds”,” August supplied, “uh, these are “boots”, britches, belt--” the Minister raised his hand shaking his head, 
	“Spare me the details, Mr. Moone,” he paused then said, “the Directory Board is highly interested in Progress—they are not seeing progress but seeing a great deal of resources spent on a project that does not seem to be advancing beyond the measure of “continued research.”
	“We have to be sure,” Patrice said flatly, “we can not boldly jump into the Unknown without precautions, safeguards, and preset knowledge.”
	“Failure in these precautionary methods could result in a pollution of the Time Line,” amended August, “and we wouldn’t want that, would we?”
	The Ministry didn’t like August, but it was the whole Time Machine Project he mostly did not approve of wholly.  But he agreed with Dr. Moone,
	“No, no we would not want damages undue to the time line.”
	The Minister came to stand before the Pod, his cold eyes going over the strangely shaped device designed to send a single occupant hurtling hundreds of years back beyond the Cataclysm.  What lay beyond that time period was mostly a mystery, a speculation of how peoples lived.
	“Very well,” he said with hands folded behind his back in typical “I don’t know what you are doing ‘cause it’s over my head” fashion, “carry on.”  As the doors to the lift opened he turned, “But the Board will not be put off for very much longer, we need to see results of progress—SOON!”
	August and Patrice nodded, “We’re working on it, sir.”
	“There are other facilities also working on similar machines, the Board, and I, would be very disappointed if we were left with a room full of equipment while our competitors are swimming in accolades of their accomplishments.” And with that he backed into lift and the doors whoosed shut.
	“Asshole.” August quipped.
	“He’s right, though,” sparked Patrice, “we’ve got to be more diligent and begin showing accomplishment—and soon!”
	August nodded, “yeah-yeah-yeah!”

	August hated Higher Ups, nosey busy bodies with nothing better to do than to stick their uppity noses where they have no idea what’s going on.  
	“I think we should call it for tonight,” Patrice said straightening up her Function Desk.
	August checked some of the equipment, then something caught his eye and he walked across the laboratory and stood at the great oddly angled bay window.  Ninety percent of the window jutted outward forty-five degrees with the remained returning to the building.
	“Look out there, Patrice,” August said, “thousands of peoples out there, all with histories, family histories.” 
	Patrice came to his side, “That’s why we do this.” he continued.
	Beyond the window lay a vast city of bustling peoples; a city up from the ashes of a fantastic cataclysm.  The research lab was up some two thousand feet; below there was a returning forest, ponds, small lakes, and other smaller research facilities and support buildings.
	“Come on, Cowboy,” said Patrice tugging at his elbow, “time to go home.”

	The clock read 11:47, thirteen minutes till midnight.  He was tired, time travel was a bitch on the system.  He estimated ten minutes to the lobby floor…
	With his eyes locked on Patrice’s ass he got amorous.
	Patrice stared near mindly at the lift’s doors gently rocking back and forth on her feet showing her lackadaisical feeling for being in a confining space hurtling at turtle speed to the ground floor.  (see, not all laboratories are located deep underground!)  Suddenly, her ass was attacked!  Roaming hands began an earnest assault on her delicious bum; at first she was shocked and not enthused.  Then she gave in…
	Ever the horndog August he pressed himself up against Patrice’s ass, his hands moving up her front to come to her small cantaloupes.  Patrice gave no resistance.  August fondled her titties pressing his body against hers harder; his hands sliding down to work up her mid-thigh appropriate attire black knit skirt.
	It suddenly came to Patrice what was happening—or going to happen.
	“August!” she exclaimed, “Surely not here!”
	August said nothing but pulled her undergarment down…

	Patrice struggled to maintain herself—but with August’s mighty tool in her poon that was becoming more and more difficult to do—‘specially since he was bringing her to the brink of orgasmic delight and be damned decorum!
	August’s “tool” slammed up into his lover’s cunt; his lover was positioned in a corner with one leg up on a handrail, her butt pooched outward to receive tool.  He slid in—he slid almost out.  He slid in—he slid almost out.  And repeat—several times.  Patrice “received” all of Cowboy’s love tool, her own poon juices were flowing with one finger fingering her little delicate sensitive bud.  Her heightened joy began to escalate; nipples hardening, sexual suppressed appetite surging, pussy tingling.
	August detected such arousal in his mate and clutching her hips began ramrodding her sex into a furious uproar.  The stench of their sex only served to intensify and amplify their love.  Patrice could stand no more and whirled around pressing her back against the lift’s panel walls, her ass on the handrail she was poised for a righteous doinking.
	With fifty floors to go the progress of mutual orgasm was well on its way.  Patrice’s uniform top was wrenched open—her uniform was one with build in breasts support so there was no bra.  August slammed his cock into her cunny with dramatic flare, pulling out to hump her tingling cunt before jamming himself back into her sex for another bout of incredible fucking.
	The lift (elevator to you American blokes) slowed as it reached the transition.  Patrice had cum, how many times exactly was unknown but she had cum and continued to cum making penetrating her very slippery.  It only delighted her lover and for added joy (on his part) he jammed his ramrod into her asshole.
	Patrice’s legs went up wide out and on the outer portion of August’s shoulders, the handrail cut into her backside but she was still supported.  Her lover’s love tool did a magnificent job of reaming out her asshole, there was some discomfort but she endured.
	The lift slid sideways to the other side of the building then continued its downward decent, reaching the lobby floor just as August was “finishing up.”  He held the doors “closed” while he gained back some of his composure.  Patrice was a mess, though, and would require significant time to recover.
	But there was no time to dawdle in a lift.  The two research scientists gathered themselves, smoothed out their clothing (and hair) and exited the lift.  At the lobby security desk they checked out; as August signed out he caught the beaming eye of Officer Will.

	“That was a good one, Doc!” the officer snickered.
	August leaned over to see the monitor, Monitor 2AA-1R revealed the interior of an empty lift with its doors just shutting.  Officer Will punched a button to Rewind the Monitor’s most recent activities.  August smiled as he watched himself humping Patrice in the lift as it made its downward decent.
	“Don’t think it got my best side.” he commented.
	Officer Will chortled, “Well, Doc, your side aint what I was interested in!” 
	The two men laughed and August hustled away to catch up to Patrice.

*

Wild times at mountain high
	One whole week elapsed since the wild times at mountain high, Andy had managed to turn off his unique overwhelming abilities and even curb his sexual desires.  That wasn’t the same with his family or his best friend, Mike, though.
	During the week of off-line Andy witnessed his sister sucking off their Dad, riding his lap (with his Daddy dong buried to the hilt in her young cunny) and Daddy dearest eating her pussy out.  Somehow, Andy managed not to engage with his Mom, or his sister.
	Andy, surprisingly, engaged with no one—not at his church, school, or social environment; he found by turning off his EMAD-like abilities he also could turn off his sexual illicit tendencies.  A lot of forthright dedication to curb those tendencies were needed, too.  He found by delving into his studies, a little golfing with his Dad, exercising relentlessly, his sexual deviant ways were downplayed.
	After the week’s “vacation”, Andy and Mike hooked up again.  No one was home at the time (at Mike’s place) and so the afternoon was spent nakedly enjoying one another—spanking, sucking, bathing, fucking.  Their lust exceeded the limits of lust—when their bodies smushed against one another it was if they were trying to meld and become one!  Their passion heated dramatically with no sexual thoughts to anyone else.
	Afterwards, they lay in sex sweat snuggling to one another on Mike’s bed; Andy was near to sleep when,
	“I have a couple of friends,” Mike said, “who could—benefit from your unique abilities.”
	Oh?
	Andy didn’t mind, helping out a friend was deemed to be a worthy cause—and of course, there were perks involved in helping, too!

*

With friends like these…
	Mitch Wayne had a fine family with associative troubles like everyone else.  The oldest grown daughter had two children whom the immediate family was raising, she herself was not married and also lived at home.  Two other near-adult daughters were at the Wayne home, one was a college freshman and the other was a midlevel high school student.
	Mitch worked in the insurance business and did very well in doing so, his wife was a teacher and together they raised their fine family in a fine neighborhood.  
	As it happened, Mitch was out in the great field nearby the Wayne home four-wheeling in his 4-by goofing off with Andy Donaldson in the passenger seat along for the ride.  Presently the truck went hurtling up a huge berm and came down hard, Mitch hit the gas and that was when the rear-end said FUCK IT and came apart inside the rear differential.
	Luckily Mitch had his cell-phone and called home for some one to come get them.  He told “whoever” to come to the entrance to the field and he and Andy would be there directly.  It wasn’t a long walk, it was night type type time and continued to give Mitch and Andy the time to discuss lightly how to go about Mitch’s desires to make naughty with his family.
	Mike had long suspected his friend (Mitch) was a sexual deviant, but in the day and age of sexual deviancy so wide spread it was difficult.  And Mitch had a fine family and life he did not want to disrupt by giving in to his “urges.”  But with an EMAD—or someone with EMAD-like abilities…
	Andy had met the Wayne family to “get to know them”.  Mitch was a little embarrassed by the whole premise and didn’t really know what the outcome would be like.
	“We’ll play it by ear.” Andy told him.
	They walked in near silence along the dirt road they had just been tearing along earlier; it was a little after ten o’clock at night—the air was clear, fresh, and a million stars dotted the night sky.  
	‘So, have you ever done anything at all with them?’
	It was easier to pry into the mind and use Q&A than converse verbally.  In his mind, Mitch shrugged and nodded, ‘When they were younger and unwary.’
	When Margaret, Cheryl, and Jennifer were young, very young and required bathing—Mitch bathed them and did naughty.  He lusted heavily for them and managed to get away with quite a lot of naughty antics with them but stopped as they got older and more wise.

	As the girls got older he was aware of them masturbating and saw his youngest, Jennifer, only recently laying out on her bed, sound to sleep, naked.  She had been in the process of finger banging herself and had fallen asleep!  Imagine!  It had been late at night and Mitch’s wife was asleep, the grandson/granddaughter asleep, other daughters not at home—so Mitch hung loose at the bedroom door and worked his favorite organ lusting ever more the heavier.  The following day he contacted Mike.
	At just thirteen, Mike and his then best friend, Henry, came upon a lost girl in the woods while they were camping.  The girl child was blind and had somehow gotten separated from her group.  The boys were avid masturbators and did so together—using their Mom’s panties, a girlfriend’s panties stolen from a hamper, and the like like that there.  They had yet to actually FUCK a girl, though.  Each had seen wee little girls naked but no girls their age.  They could only fantasize about girls they knew in their underwear or swimwear.  
	Yolanda Heavens was nearly nine years young, blind since birth.  She wasn’t afraid of not being able to see anything, and wasn’t particularly afraid of the unknown; she was a little naïve and taken off into the brush to have her clothing taken off…

	Mike and Andy topped a small hill and could see down the rugged dirt road to the flat area that led out to the entrance to the housing project beyond.  A race at the Outland RaceWay was in progress and its noise could be heard well enough.  Beyond that was a freeway with jillions of peoples going hither and thither as well as there and yon.
	Lights of a car pierced the night,
	“Which one of your daughters is coming?” Andy asked.
	Mike was lost in thought, “I don’t know,” he said shaking his head, “I talked to Cheryl but who knows.”
	They continued to walk, Mike fondly remembered taking off Yolanda’s clothes, his friend fingered the child’s pussy and then got his pants down and his cock against her.  Mike held the child still and watched her get raped.
	Then Mike took his turn in her ass while Henry held her legs back.
	A teenage girl riding her horsey was bucked off—mainly ‘cause Mike and Henry were throwing rocks at the horse’s ass.  She was knocked unconscious and the boys took advantage of the situation, stripping her down and having their way with her—every way (every hole) that included spanking, peeing on her, and making sure their cum oozed out of all three of her non-virgin holes.

	“Do you think your girls are virgins?” the ones not having children.
	It was a given that Cheryl, freshman in college, wasn’t and he as a father would like to think that his sixteen year old daughter was still a virgin, but he doubted it.
	The “family” car was a midlevel luxury import thing and it was parked with the parking lamps on just inside the fence.  Driving was Jennifer, the sixteen year old.  In the passenger seat was Jennifer’s best friend, Heather.  A two-fer!
	Mitch and Andy settled into the backseat; very carefully did Jennifer make the U-turn—but before exiting the great fenced in field the car came to a stop.
	‘You’ve got no hassle with messing with your girls?’ Andy had to ask (for clarity and “how far can we go” sake.)
	Mitch shook his head No.
	Andy smiled, suppressed a fart and had Jennifer undo her jeans and push them and her panties down to her ankles.  There was no reaction from her friend, Heather, so Andy had her pull her top up—he then himself reached around the seat and her body and flipped up her bra cups then began caressing her breasts.
	No reaction from the girls whatsoever.

	Jennifer was a good driver, a beginner and learner.  Carefully she drove five miles under the speed limit the few blocks to their fine home in the fine neighborhood.  Mitch was having a hard time maintaining himself, but that was understandable as he knew he was minutes away from “gettin’ some” (and “gettin’ some from his daughters!)
	Once the car was in the garage and the door down, Mitch and Andy got out.  Andy’s cock was already throbbing hard and he was hard pressed to keep his clothes on.  Mitch about the same way; he stood outside the driver’s side door staring near mindlessly as the driver as she sat with her pants and panties at her ankles.
	Mitch at length opened the door and guided his youngest out, Andy helped Heather out and got a better look at her—she was fuckable—very-very fuckable.  She smelled good, too!  Nice curly reddish blond hair, a small dainty nose, small mouth, nice tits.
	Though Jennifer stood near naked before her horny Dad, the horny Dad stood motionless before her.
	‘You want to boink her here or inside?’

	Mitch was just in overload—he was aware of EMADs, they were a plague across the nation and no one was immune.  EMADs and their strange abilities made it possible for normal horny people to become extraordinary in their actions and thoughts.  No one was immune to that, either.
	Mitch stood groaning some, barely making noise as he stared finally at his daughter’s nakedness—he’s cock near bursting out of his pants.  Slowly—s-l-o-w-l-y he put a hand to Jennifer’s bare ass and began making slow circles.  This segued to more amorous intentions with Mitch coming out of his shell—his cock cumming, too.
	There were others in the house, though, including Mitch’s wife, two daughters, and grandchildren.  Andy waited, he took in Heather’s nakedness, slipped his hands down inside her pants to feel of her ass, then began kissing her.
	The passion began to heat up overwhelming a usually passive man; his sexual lust drove him to help his daughter out of her clothes, all of them; then, out of his pants came Mr. Henry.  It was hard and already dripping…
	Andy didn’t care, he ripped a narly butt blast and helped Jennifer out of her clothes.  The girl had a shaven cunt and evidence showing she was not a virgin.  A long look was spent admiring the sixteen year old’s cunt; it smelled good anyways.  He licked it and tasted a slight hint of pee.  By then there was no holding back and he stood taking his throbbing erection to the girl’s teen twat and made dutiful entry.
	Mitch was doing likewise with his daughter, her back pressed against the car, her legs wrapped about his waist, his cock slamming into her non-virgin cunt.  Peering into Jennifer’s mind he saw images of her not being a virgin—some were with boys, even!
	The image of the doggie took Andy by surprise—‘specially beings as how Mitch’s daughter, Jennifer, was present, too!  Hmmmm  interesting!  How would ole Mitch take that?  Andy saw both teens naked in a backyard setting, nice Summery day in the company of a golden Labrador.  Heather’s doggie.  She took the doggie on, face down, ass up.  The doggie automatically mounted her and jammed his pink engorged dog dick into her cunt!  It was awesome!
	Then, after the doggie had cum, it was Jennifer who licked Heather’s cunt clean!  Awesome!  Heather had small-small titties, palm sized; Jennifer had nice delicious cantaloupes (Heather’s was more like pomegranates).  For Jennifer, she lay out with her legs spread and the doggie “Rover” took his doggie tongue to her and licked heartily—then got some from her in another scene.  The dog’s paws had socks on them!

	Andy slid his dick into Heather’s dick trench and lost himself in the moment(s) of bliss.  The car rocked as on the other side, Mitch was doing the same to Jennifer!  Though Andy had a firm EMAD-like lock on the girl’s minds, Heather reacted (as she should) to being pounded.  The position of her against the car, her legs about her errant lover’s waist, his errant cock slamming her cunt, got her off as her lover was taller and his dick grinded against her sensitive parts.
	Mitch was delivering gobs of daddy spunk into his daughter’s quim; his full concentration was solely on the act of “getting off.”  Getting off in his teen daughter’s cunt just made it all the sweeter!  Like Heather, Jennifer made moans, facial expressions, and got hardened nipples.  Mindlessly, listlessly, she flailed her arms and legs about her Daddy’s sweaty body and received graciously his special love.
	Andy was having a harder time cumming—so he thought a week back to when he and Mike had a host of chit’lins up at the cabin.  Julie, Jill, ahhhh.  That did it!  His cock surged and cum began to spurt in mass quantities into Heather’s poon.  He delivered all he had (at the moment), kissed on the girl and enjoyed her delectable chest fruits.
	It wasn’t over.
	After gaining composure (some) Andy stepped back to lean his naked sweaty ass against the washer.  Mitch rested against his naked daughter, his dick out of her cum dripping cunt dripping cum onto the cement drive floor.   
	One down!  (one hole!)

*

	“So where are you?”
	“Not sure, lots of woods, er, trees, though.”
	“No buildings, people?”
	“None that I can see, cant see the forest for all the trees!”
	A long pause from the communicator, then, “But aren’t forest made of trees?”
	He sighed, she didn’t get it, but that was ok, he still loved her despite her lack of “street smarts.”  She made up for it in other departments.
	“Found a road.”
	“Good, communication seems to be good here.”
	“It’s a dirt road, looks well used.”
	“How can you tell that?”
	“Ruts, wheel ruts and tracks.”
	“Oh, no hover cars then.”
	Another long pause from the communicator, August smiled and held his giggle from being heard, hover cars were only a product of the New World, the old world relied on wheeled vehicles to get the populace to their destinations.
	He had hoped to return to the “cowboy” era, before the Turn of the Old World Century, pre-1900.  But it wasn’t an exact science in regards to Time Travel.  He was curious about the early Colonies, the Victorian Age, and many-many dates all along the time line.  A Historians delight!
	The dirt road was wide and wound its way thru the “forest of trees” eventually crossing a creek.  It was wide being some twenty feet across; the water spilled down from a small hill and fed a large pond.  A wooden bridge spanned the creek and for a moment August leaned against the railing seeing some wildlife in the pond he wasn’t sure what they were.
	Out of the corner of his eye he caught movement—human movement.
	Smiling he went into stealth mode and slipped into the woods.

	James Robert (Jim-bob) and his sister, Elizabeth, carefreely made their way to Miller’s Pond.  Their intent was to swim.  Jim-bob was just twelve, sister Lizzy was just ten.  Once at the pond, coming out to the far end where it was most woody and out of direct line o’sight from the bridge, the two stripped off their clothes.  Elizabeth bolted for the water running hard and when her toes touched the water lapping the sandy shore she leaped forward as far as she could.  Brother Jim-bob climbed up a leaning oak then out precariously on a protruding limb—buck naked.  His naked sister frolicked in the water splashing about watching him—then he made the plunge.  Legs tucked, no fear, he barrel jumped ten feet into Miller’s Pond.
	From observation there seemed to be no hanky and or panky involved with the two siblings; both had red hair with Elizabeth flaming red and her gangly awkward looking brother reddish brown.  The two siblings frolicked—frolic! frolic!  frolic! 
	At length they emerged from their frolicking and stood shaking themselves like dogs.  It was noticed that Elizabeth took a slight gander at her brother’s shrink-a-dink as he danced madly about on the shore.  Before he could notice her noticing him, though, she averted her attention and collected her clothes—which was nothing more than panties and a Summery kiddie dress.
	When she bent over—Jim-bob stole a longing look at her sweet darling near lily white ass.  His cock got instantly hard.  

	Neither dressed after their “shaking” dry, neither wore shoes, either.  By the style of Elizabeth’s dress and Jim-bob’s overalls, the time period was more than what August was used to but he didn’t know where exactly.  Continuing to maintain stealth he followed the two skinny dippers as they picked their way along a small woodsy/foresty path till such a time as when Jim-bob paused to pee.
	Elizabeth was aware of what he was doing, she nonchalantly was a few feet ahead of him picking wildflowers.  Then she sidestepped off the path, spread her legs, and peed!
	Jim-bob could see her and got very hard as he saw her peeing standing up.  His eyes locked onto her ass with his hand methodically stroking his bone.
	After her pee she used a flat leaf of a flower to “wipe”, then she pulled on her panties and pulled her dress on.  James Robert remained nude and with a stunning hard-on.  Elizabeth turned and saw it, she grinned big and blushed.  Her brother blushed and stepped towards her—then by her to continue on the path.  Lizzy held her breath, eyes widening as he neared her, then seemed relieved when he just moved by her.
	Traipsing thru the woods in stealth mode was still a difficult process and coming across a small woodland creature he had never seen before halted his progress.
	“Can you describe it?”
	August sighed and stooped down licking his lips sizing up the animal before him.  “Well, kinda looks like one of those rat creatures, but smaller.”
	“Can you be a little more descriptive?” August was sure that on the other end of the communicator 400 plus years in the future—his mate was adding “asshole” to her question.
	“Ok, it’s about 70 centimeters long with a long, long tail; it’s coat is a little odd not fur.”
	“That could be a number of woodland creatures, but our database is actually limited with little descriptions.”
	“I think this strange fur is spines, I’ve never seen anything like it.”
	“Spines?”
	“Yes.”
	Long pause, then—“Don’t touch it!”
	“Why?”
	“I think that’s a tazmanian devil dog in front of you.”  “Or a New Texas rat-squirrel.”

	Whatever it was it moved off into the bush on its own.  August wisely left it be (it was a porcupine btw); he hustled on stealthy-like to catch up with the kids.
	They hadn’t gone far.  Auggie caught up with them and then introduced himself.
	“Hi there!” he smiled cocking his head, and his Colt.
	The mountain kids’ eyes bulged and focused on the Old West type gun in the stranger’s hand.
	“Don’t you worry none, everythang gonna be alright, jest as long as you do as I say.”
	Jim-bob gulped, “We don’t have any money.”
	The Cowboy snickered, “Taint money I’m a-after!”
	Jim-bob and Elizabeth stood shoulder to shoulder in wonderment, and fear.  Then the strange cowboy in their midst told them—“take off your clothes.”
	Surprisingly, Jim-bob’s cock remained hard.
	Good, ‘cause little sis Elizabeth was directed by the cowboy to “suck it.”
	Lizzy’s mouth fell open, eyes widened, and mind totally frapped as the concept was way too elusive for her young mind to comprehend.
	So, by the numbers, “put your fingers around it.”
	Elizabeth timidly put the fingers of her left hand about the protruding prong that was her brother’s cock.  Then, on further instruction, “worked it.”  She worked it—worked it—worked it.  Her right hand cupped his barely hairy balls, rubbed his ass and then began kissing the head of her brother’s bone.
	Soon she was working her mouth down over her brother’s mushroom head and then down the shaft sending the young teen mountain boy into a joy unknown.  
	“Finish off in her ass!” said the strange cowboy.
	Both brother and sister were shocked by this—naïve.  (and the concept, too, was a little elusive.)
	“Turn around,” Cowboy told the girl, “spread your legs wide, lean down a little.”  When Elizabeth done what she was told to do, brother Jim-bob stared at her ass in a new awe.  “Holy shit!” he exclaimed.  He blinked his eyes excessively, licked his lips, and cum spurted from his twelve year old cock.
	“Put it in her asshole.”

	Lizzy’s asshole, though, was pretty tight.  It had never had the presence of anything but a turd.  With brother Jim-bob trying and trying and no progress of anal entry, the boy was instructed on “fingering” techniques as well as tonguing.
	Neither did neither mountain child care for—which prompted the cowboy to come around and shove not so nicely his Colt revolver into Elizabeth’s asshole.
	It hurt and she let it be known.  When Jim-bob got chivalrous and charged the cowboy—he was easily knocked backwards over a log with a powerful smack to his chest.  Jim-bob lay on his back trying to catch his breath and reeling for the smack to his chest.  When he recovered, the cowboy was greatly sodomizing Elizabeth with his gun.
	With Elizabeth’s asshole mesmerized by the cowboy’s makeshift “cock”, Jim-bob had a bit easier time of penetrating her.  The cowboy scooted to one side and watched up close and personal as the boy’s hard prong invaded his sister’s pooper.
	“All the way in.” cooed the cowboy.  Jim-bob closed his eyes and made dutiful anal entry.  Then, once in, he began to pump.  The cowboy moved to the girl’s head, unfurled his manly manhood from his cowboy duds and made her suck him—his Colt revolver against her head to ensure compliance.
	Jim-bob was mad, angry, pissed off that he couldn’t help her—but he maintain a steady hump of her ass just the same.  The gangly gawky boy closed his eyes and concentrated on humping discovering that humping a hole was better than humping his hand.
	“What year is this?” the cowboy asked abruptly.
	Jim-bob was caught off guard, shook his head to clear it and felt the tingling sensation that was orgasm.  Blinking his eyes, he wrinkled his nose and shrugged, “Nineteen thirty-six.”
	Cowboy nodded and spoke in a whisper, “You get that?”
	“Got it, looking it up now.”
	Jim-bob looked down to his sister’s ass and his cock sliding in and out faster and faster—incredible sensations he had never before experienced began to surge thru him.  He was no longer in control of himself, a new power had enveloped him.  His balls slapped hard and a curious noise was about him/them as he fucked.  The same familiar feeling as when he humped his hand, though, rocked his world but it was ten times as more great in feeling than when he humped his hand.
	And suddenly, then, he was cumming.

	“It was a Leap Year,” a voice said into his ear implant, “a glass building was built in Ohio; the first cereal killer was executed in Sing Sing.”
	“Cereal killer?” hmmm, ‘why would someone want to kill cereal, or—or was it that the killer was using breakfast foods to kill other people?’
	Patrice continued, “King George of the United Kingdom died.
	“Radium E becomes the first radioactive element to be made synthetically.”
	“Olympic Winter Games are held in Germany.”
	“A failed Japanese coup, the Imperial Way Faction, is engineered against the Japanese government resulting in the deaths of several politicians.  The Emperor later has conspirators arrested and executed.
	“The Hoover Dam is completed, Germany invades Rhineland.
	“The 4rth deadliest tornado kills over two hundred in Mississippi, Italy annexes Ethiopia, the Santa Fe railroad inaugurates the Super Chief passenger train from Chicago to Los Angeles.”
	“Anything important or noteworthy?” August asked interrupting.
	“Anything specific?”
	“I don’t know, not sure.  When does the Second World War start?”
	“I believe that was later on, in the 1940s.”
	“Ok, is the list extensive, what else happened?”
	“The British luxury liner RMS Queen Mary leaves Southampton on her maiden voyage over the Atlantic.”
	“What does that mean?”
	“Hmmm, not sure—“over” would imply by air but a cross reference tells me that the Queen Mary was a ship, one of those great vessels on the ocean.”
	“Really, interesting.  Ok, go on.”
	“Uhm, a major heat wave strikes North America and thousands die.
	“Max Schemling knocks out Joe Louis in the twelfth round at Yankee Stadium.”
	“Yankee?  Wasn’t that a term used in the Civil War, the war between the states or something?”
	“Yes, I believe so.”
	“The Civil War then was pre-nineteen hundred, years before nineteen thirty-six.  You sure you got the right information?”
	“Yes, Auggie, I’m looking the database right now, these notations occurred in the year Nineteen thirty-six.”

	Margaret Mitchell’s novel, “Gone with the Wind” is published.
	Spain’s Civil War begins.
	Summer Olympics open in Berlin, Germany.  (also debuts the first live television coverage and broadcast of a sports event in history.)
	Athlete Jesse Owens wins the 100 meter dash at the Olympics.
	The last public execution hanging occurs in Kentucky.
	Franklin Roosevelt is elected president in a landside victory.
	The first edition of Life magazine is published.
	Abraham Lincoln Brigade sails from New York on its way to the Spanish Civil War.
	“Wait—wait-wait,” almost hollered August, “I’m confused, Abraham Lincoln was I know for a fact in the AMERICAN Civil War, he was responsible for the Spanish War, too?”
	“I don’t think so, just helping out or supporting them I guess.”
	“Anyways, President Lincoln WAS in the American Civil of 1861 to 1865, years and years earlier than 1936!”
 	“I know that, I am just reading to you--”
	“I thin that database is flawed.”
	“Most of the information from the early time base is all in jeaporday, all our history, all the world’s history, is mostly speculation.  We can only piece together what information survived our own war.”
	“Ok, I hear ya.” pause, “Anything else?”
	“A rodeo cowboy designs and builds the first permanent rodeo arena.”
	“Cool, I like that.”
	“Thought you would.”
	End transcript

*

	She wasn’t in peril, just discomfort—it was like crapping a real hard turd.  She grunted, groaned, and then was choked for words or expressions regarding her discomfort—finally, though, the strange cowboy pulled out of her tenderized asshole and there was instant relief.
	Jim-bob sat on his knees beside his sister, his own organ stimulated beyond belief, his mind in total awe and much bewilderment.  The strange cowboy sat back admiring Elizabeth and her well fucked asshole; gobs of cum oozed out of her puckering pooper, she tried fingering herself (hole) to soothe it.
	“Probably you ought to go back to that pond, the cold water will help.”

	Jim-bob nodded, but looked to the sky, “We gotta be getting home soon, though.”
	But not before a little more naughty business.

	Elizabeth required a hard smack to her dainty little ass in order for her to settle down and let her brother position himself (and his gangly cock).  Lizzy actually had no qualms about letting her brother fuck her, but she didn’t want it to be done so in the presence of anyone else.  She was curious, she admitted, she was a fingerbanger, and she was somewhat wise to the goings on regarding “sex”; but not sex acts or the act of committing sex.
	Jim-bob had seen a bull hump a cow, he and Lizzy had seen dogs getting it on, both were awed at horses having sex; but the concept of parents doing the naughty was—elusive.
	Both siblings were avid skinny dippers, they saw one another naked LOTS of time at home and shared a room together.  In the winter months or during storms they shared a bed.  It was normal and acceptable.  No other siblings were at the Woolum home.
	There was the normal and given “touchy-feely” between them, but that was normal curiosity.  Elizabeth was aware of her brother playing with himself and she had only recently began doing likewise to herself, to her sex.  Mutual masturbation was new to them.
	When Elizabeth’s hymen was broken there was more discomfort, but it was quickly washed away as her horny brother humped her into a strange euphoric level of pleasure she had not known before.  Brother Jim-bob also attained that lofty goal of pleasure and knew he wanted more.
	The cowboy strange in their midst caressed Jim-bob’s ass, smacking it and reaching between his pumping legs to grab holt of his slapping balls and hold them.  Jim-bob was annoyed by this act but there was no stopping his progress of fucking.
	For Elizabeth’s first time she was frightened, unsure, and discomforted.  But there, too, was a bit of pleasure—the other feelings, though, overwhelmed the good feelings and she just wanted it to be over with.
	Jim-bob went the full two minutes but had been ready to blast off a load from the get go.  He finally began to strain and shoot great quantities of his personal brotherly love into his sister’s freshly broken-in cunt.  He pumped, strained, jutted, then pumped again until the “feeling” that was orgasmic subsided (drastically.)

	Afterwards, Jim-bob fell away exhausted; Elizabeth fingered her pussy and wasn’t thrilled with the blood she found on her fingers.
	“That’s normal.” Cowboy soothed to her, “You aint a virgin no more!”
	Elizabeth wasn’t thrilled with that shit, either.

	With James Robert holding her legs back and out of the way, Elizabeth Marie Woolums received Cowboy’s cowdong.  Not all of it, she had just recently been “broken in” and wasn’t ready for the full ride.  Cowboy entered into her a great deal of his sausage, though, and then began to pump.
	Meanwhile, Jim-bob’s balls were in his sister’s mouth muffling her cries of distress.  
	“It wont be long.” soothed-cooed the cowboy.  He commenced to generous fucking driving his dick deeper and creating more distress in the ten year old.  Finally as Elizabeth blurted “IT HURTS!  IT HURTS!” the cowboy in her came.
	The thrusts of his love tool expelled such a quantity of spew that his tool was shot back out.  Gobs and gobs of liquefied love rivered out of the young mountain girl’s cunt.  James Robert was awed.  His sister, Elizabeth, not so much.

	Soothing Elizabeth wasn’t an easy task, “you fucker!” she bitched.  Her pussy was sore, very sore; her asshole was sore, very sore.  Her brother was caring, but not so caring.  He wasn’t “care less” about his sister’s plight, but he sorta-kinda didn’t have exact feelings he should have.

	The pond was nice—very nice.  Cowboy slipped into the chilling waters and sighed.  This was nice.  Elizabeth was still pissed at him and glared at him, her brother swum about near them still unsure about the whole situation; Cowboy had scooped up Elizabeth and carried her.  She had fussed some and when she did—she got a smack to her ass.  She settled and wrapped her legs about his waist and they all traipsed merrily nakedly back to Miller’s pond.
	After a time they settled on the shore, Elizabeth was still pissed, her pussy and asshole still hurt (but not as bad.)  
	“So what’s the town you all live in?”
	James Robert made a face; trying to explain that they didn’t actually live in a town per se, Woolum Mountain was the place and the peoples there were scattered for miles and miles around.

	There was a small gathering place, for socializing and such; a town hall, school, a grocery store, gas station, and the like.
	“Farming?”
	“No, mostly mining or saw mill stuff.”
	“Got a girl?” Cowboy asked of Jim-bob.
	The boy gushed and shook his head No.
	Cowboy pressed on, “Got a girl you’d like to--” he let the unspoken be said in conveyance of nodding to Elizabeth who methodically sat close by, sitting with knees up, fingering her bald fresh fucked coochie.
	Jim-bob’s cock that had been somewhat soft suddenly sprouted to life.
	Darlene McConnel, Gail Force, Bonnie Thatcher.  
	Darlene McConnel was his age, Gail Force was a year older, and Bonnie Thatcher was a bit older than Gail.  And Elizabeth’s friend, Aimee.  Aimee would have been with them at the pond if she hadn’t of had to go with her Mom down the mountain to do some shopping.
	“Would you like to see them--”
	Again, the unspoken was spoken and James Robert Woolum wasn’t too young or dense of mind to pick up on the unspoken.  The strange cowboy had cast a nod to the naked mindless semi-pissed offed Elizabeth and he got it.  He smirked a smile and very lightly nodded Yes.
	It was similar to an EMAD, very similar.  A mind numbing device that emitted an ear piercing whine that eradicated the Short Term memories; with a little further dinking mind manipulation could be instituted for to instill upon the Subject’s mind new ways of life such as—giving a sibling a healthy blowjob when he wanted one; shedding of clothing, masturbating, being uninhibited by sex and sex acts, and so on.  Mind manipulation at its best!
	But poor Elizabeth—what a day she had!  Once home it was near dark and to greet Elizabeth and Jim-bon was their Daddy.  He stood at the family barn with a belt in hand.  The kids walked out of the woods slowly but didn’t make the kitchen to some semblance of safety where their Momma stood wringing her hands anxiously.
	Cowboy the cause of the kids tardiness hung back in the woods and waited.  The Daddy sternly took his children off to the “smokehouse” that was a outhouse like shed built into a rock wall foundation against a small hill.  Piles of wood for smoking and fireplace use were all about.  Jim-bob got his first, pants down, no underwear.  He bent over with hands against the rock wall, his Daddy with the belt behind him sizing up his young son’s naked vulnerability and then let fly the belt.

	Jim-bob twisted and Elizabeth jolted.  The Daddy chastised his son telling him that before it got dark he (and his sister) were to be home.  Jim-bob gritted his teeth and screwed up his face resisting bellering out loud his discomfort.
	About half a dozen swats to his ass and it was over.  He stepped aside rubbing his seared flesh dancing as if he were on fire (and he was!)  Then it was Elizabeth’s turn and she resisted, but she had been in that position before; so resistance was futile!
	She bent over, gripped the rock, and her Daddy pulled her dress up while pushing down her panties.  He took a sweet gander at his naked daughter’s ass then let fly the belt.
	Half a dozen swats later and the punishment was done.  Lizzy pulled up her panties and sniveling ambled to the house following alongside her brother.  The Daddy returned the belt to his pants, then turned to one side and whipped out his cock!
	Cowboy could barely see due to the trees, the darkness, but the man wasn’t peeing—he was wanking!
	Oh!

*

Hallelujah 
	There was a girl at his church—well, several girls came to mind actually, all ages and sizes.  He kept those fantasies to himself, though, struggling to maintain himself as he went thru live dedicate to one.  But since his teen years to his current level in life he had wrestled with himself not to given.  Not too mention the fact that it wasn’t the “Christian” thing to do.
	But Amanda Byrley, Bonita Cortez, Donna Eves, and Emily Daye made that all but near impossible.  And with the advent (or invention) of the EMAD though banned and deemed a social plague the possibility of possibly having those aforementioned girls riding his knob seemed possible.
	Unlikely but possible
	And then there was Andy, Mike’s friend.  
	The unlikely possibility suddenly had merit!
	In the Wayne household, Mitch’s wife, Doreen, was clad in her nightgown—and nothing else.  She wasn’t expecting “company.”  A headsup had to be issued—this after daughter Jennifer and her friend, Heather, were redressed and their minds dinked with a bit.

	Doreen made herself scarce and Andy made his presence known.  Mitch checked on the status of the other household members, in case you’ve forgotten:  Mitch Wayne household members Doreen (wife), Margaret-21 the eldest daughter with children, Cheryl-19, Jennifer-16.  Also, Pauline-6 and Tyler-4, Margaret’s children.  And also, Heather and Blazer the Wonderdog.
	The family was scattered throughout the household, a two-story modern abode kept very-very clean.  Margaret Dana Wayne was up in her room—she spent a lot of time there.  Cheryl Anne on the phone (always on the phone) and haphazardly studying her schoolwork.  Jennifer in the kitchen just inside; grandkids Pauline and Tyler were in a room designated for them to play in—it was a mess.
	And Blazer the Wonderdog was in a nice quiet room to himself.
	Deep seeded desires long since buried surfaced in Mitch; when alone with his children he became much more than a “pillar”, a deacon at his church, a prominent businessman—he succumbed to the desires of the flesh and fingered his first born.  When bathing her, changing her, cleaning her up after an “accident” he took the opportunity to finger out her little pussy.  When she was a little older, like three years, he was getting her to handle his cock and kiss/suck it.  She never got the whole thang in her mouth, just the head.
	As the kids grew a little older he got away with a little more—usually during bath times and when they were sick or when they were simply exhausted from a day’s outing.  With Jennifer one time when she was seven and exhausted from a day of playing at an amusement park—Daddy Mitch got her pajamas down as well as her panties.  Then, the ultimate sin arose as his erect Daddy dong laid nicely against her virgin poon and there it did hump madly until cumming off.  Jennifer’s sisters were crashed out equally exhausted in beds beside her.  
	After soiling Jennifer’s body the very relieved naughty-oh so naughty Daddy smeared his spunk all over her dainty little cunt (when she had been a mere infant he had smeared his Daddy spunk onto her mouth and she gleefully unknowingly lapped and sucked it up!)  What a guy!
	Cheryl and Margaret also got a “taste” of their Daddy, they also got their hinnies smacked when they had done bad—bare ass smacked at that.  As the kids aged, though, Mitch’s abilities to “get away with something” became more of a risk than he was willing to test.  He did still get to see them naked, in their underwear; he heard them fart and saw them having “accidents” in progress; then they got mature at ten, eleven, twelve and they got modest ending his lustful looks at them in their underwear (or less.)

	Now, with young Andy and his EMAD-like abilities, all things were new and raring to be “tested” to the limits.  So far, he had sunk his Daddy prick into Jennifer.  He longed to do likewise to his other girls as well as Jennifer’s friend, Heather.
	Little Pauline ran out of her playroom clad in a shortie kiddie dress and right to her horndog Grandpa’s arms.  He scooped her up and kissed on her, blowing raspberries.  The tyke giggled but was embarrassing shy and buried her head into her Grandpa’s shoulder.  Jennifer and Heather made way up the stairs to Jennifer’s room.  That left Mitch and Andy alone for the moment.  
	‘And this one?’ Andy pried.  He wasn’t aware of Mitch’s naughtiness with his daughters.
	Mitch didn’t say anything but held the wriggling child; then, patting her butt he readjusted her working up her little dress and thusly revealing her little kiddie underwear.  He still wasn’t sure—but Pauline had stopped wriggling so.
	Andy reached up, smiling, and patted the child’s butt.
	No reaction from said child.
	Mitch began to gleam—then bursted into glowing illicit lust as Andy tugged down the child’s panties.  The panties were removed and Andy sniffed the crotch of them while her Grandpa repositioned her having her backside into his chest; then he grabbled with her legs pulling out and up fully exposing her little poon.
	Andy smiled and eyed the child’s goodie—her Grandpa was in a bad way and quickly scooted to the nearby utility room.  There, laying the mindless tyke on a counter she was further studiously studied.  Andy whipped out his cock and gave it a little stroking.  Mitch could hardly do anything other than gawk at Pauline’s nakedness.
	Andy began fingering Pauline, “gettin’ after it”; Mitch stared and finally pulled out his own cock and “got after it.”  This led to one at a time the two ultra horndogs grinding their cum shooters against the little girl’s pussy.  And it was Mitch who spewed; squirting his man juice up his little granddaughter’s body.  He masturbated hard grinding his prick against the child, ejaculating mass quantities of love cream to soil her chest and pussy area.
	With no fear Andy climbed up onto the counter and unloaded his own special cream directly onto Pauline’s face—specifically onto her sweet little angelic mouth.  Then he grinded his cock all over her sweet angelic face seriously humping to fully enjoy his insane illicit deed.

	While Andy held Pauline’s legs back, her naughty-naughty Grandpa attempted anal penetration.  Of course it was a no-go but he poked her six year old pooper just the same “just because.”  His cock had softened some but if it had been hard he just may have been able to force himself…
	Pauline was soiled head to cunt, she had been spanked (lightly) fingered in her pussy and reamed in her asshole.  Thereafter she was wiped cleaned, dressed, and sent along her way none the wiser for her experience.  Mitch grabbed a beer from the fridge and hand off one to his underage friend.
	“So who’s next?” Andy asked.

*
Mountain love
	She looked to be about fifteen, the cock she was sucking was not and looked to be about early thirties—as it was attached to a man standing in a living room of a small parsonage.
	Parsonage?
	Aye, a mile down the road from the Woolum home there was the Rev. Fordory’s home set just a little ways off the road surrounded by scented trees and roses.  It was late, the hour dark, most the windows of the parsonage were covered/concealed by curtains but nosey August “Cowboy” Moone found a window allowing him the inside info on mountain love.
	The Rev. stood with his cock out of his typical black pants attire gently rocking to and fro as the teenage girl serviced him.  Erin Mosely was the fifteen year old girl, she wore a dress—sort of.  It was off her shoulders and her bra on the floor.  The good mountain preacher was in his late 20s, a thick head of dark brown hair and an average sized willy.  He stood with one hand on his hip while the other helped bob Erin’s head on his cock.
	Erin popped the member in her mouth out to catch her breath.  The slick hardened schlong then went up against her sweet face and she masturbated him a moment or so before standing and sliding down her dress followed by her panties.
	Rev. Fordory was lambasted and the frapped, stunned and awed.  Then his body sank (metaphorically speaking).  Erin stood nakedly before him, a little embarrassed, but she had a Devil’s smile on her sweet mountain girl face, she eyed his stout protrusion then turned about and leaned down onto a table opening her stance and “presenting” her ass for the Rev’s approval.
	The Rev. approved and took a long gander at the girl’s ass, cocking his head to peek at her poon.  A stroke he gave his cock then stepped up…

	Erin gripped the table sides as the Rev’s cock invaded her pussy.  She clenched and spread her legs wider, held her breath and felt inch by inch the man’s cock easing into her non-virgin sex.  
	Gripping her hips the good mountain reverend eased all the way into the mountain girl, smoothing his hands over her ass, patting the flesh, then gripping her hips and driving fully into her sex then pumping soon after.
	The table scooted a little on the wooden floor as the reverend hump teenage pussy, his deep thrusts were powerful as he strove to get his nut; Erin held on mostly for dear life but was experiencing bouts of orgasmic bliss herself.
	Occasionally the Rev. would pull out and smack his cock against Erin’s ass then plunge back into her sex and hump tenaciously for all he was worth until the very blissful end.  
	Rev. Fordory was exhausted—but elated.  He pulled out of Erin’s teen twat, bracing himself with one arm locked to the table, cum aplenty dripped from his cock as well as from Erin’s pussy.  His body was drenched in sweat, his clothing soiled (with sweat.)
	With a mighty breath he stood up—but still admired Erin’s nakedness.  A new desire erupted in the naughty oh-so naughty man, but Erin stood, faced him and fingered her fresh fucked cunt.  She was smiling and embraced the man, hugging him, nuzzling her head against his heaving chest.
	“I gotta get home.” she said.
	“I’ll walk you.” breathed the Rev.
	They gathered themselves and clothes, spent a moment in the kitchen rinsing off—with the good Rev. watching Erin wipe down her pussy.  His cock got hard and there was obvious desire to shag the girl some more but there was no time.
	They traipsed off to the girl’s home located along the road not far from the Rev’s home.  A light was on and an old man came to the door as the two walked up.  There were pleasantries exchanged and the old man and his daughter went inside, the Rev. made his way back to his humble abode—a slight gay gaity to his amble.
	Cowboy hid out and made himself at home in the Mosely barn and was not denied sleep.  Country life, mountain high, was good—clean and fresh.  The sounds of the night filled the barn and soothed Cowboy’s aching body.  The scent of animal poo was a little annoying but he got used to that and fell to sleep easily.

*

	Cheryl lay out on her bed clad in panties and a halter top, doing homework with earbuds in her ears blasting some obnoxious music directly into her brain.  She faced the headboard of her bed and was not aware of being “spied” upon.
	Andy couldn’t get into her noggin due to the obnoxious music so she would have to be distracted later.  Jennifer and Heather were in Jennifer’s room listening to less obnoxious teen music gabbing away—but they had already been dealt with and so it was on to Margaret, the mother of Pauline.
	Margaret had always been a good girl, up until she got into high school.  High school changed her and she got the Freshman blues that lasted her entire freshman year.  She went to summer camp and then on a month long hiking excursion with friends she had met during the course of the blue year and the following years found the girl delving into “the other side.” 
	She managed alienate her family but before she fell into Dark Circles she was pulled back.  But too late, she was pregnant with Pauline at fifteen years young (doing the math the “occurrence” occurred during her Summer Camp excursion.)
	Margaret sat in a chair rocking her youngest oppsy, four year old Tyler.  Tyler was suckling on her left breast, too!  Andy easily swayed Margaret but Tyler was too young.  No matter, he was mostly asleep and his Mommy put him on her bed, then stood and undressed herself.  
	The Mommy’s Daddy stood awing her body, he had seen her thru her teen years in various stages of undress and was there at her side when she gave birth.  Margaret’s modesty level was nil, she seemed not to care if her Daddy saw her naked; when he did she merely nonchalantly picked up a towel or some clothes and casually dressed herself.
	Time for a little Q&A:
	‘If your Daddy wanted to put his bone in you, would you let him?’
	A long pause greeted Andy’s probe, then—‘No.’
	But the long pause was curious.
	‘If you SAW your Daddy naked, and he had a hard-on—would you stare, look at it?’ adding, ‘and he was masturbating.’
	Another long pause—then, ‘Maybe.’
	‘If your Daddy wanted to fuck you, would you let him?’
	Long pause—but No.

	It was time to delve into the girl’s mind to see what naughtiness she was into.  But there wasn’t a whole lot there; she had been into drinking games when a teen—a rebellious girl due to her parents’ heavy church involvement.  And it was one particular “drinking game” that got her pregnant.  Imagine!
	Other than that she liked young teen boys, but not boys younger than thirteen.  She DID have a sexual fling with her high school biology teacher and got nailed by him on more than one occasion.  There, too, was a fling with the sister of her best friend.  The sister!
	Nothing more followed.
		
	Having already balled Jennifer, Mitch’s interests fell upon his middle daughter, Cheryl.  On prying into her mind, Andy found the girl had hidden secrets.
 	Such as?
	Such as she was real friendly with doggies.
	Oh!
	Yep; accordingly, she and a best friend got the hornies for the family pet (best friend’s pet) but Cheryl didn’t participate in getting shagged by that particular doggie.  She waited for the one of her own at home.  At the best friend’s she merely helped Damien hump his master’s twat—thereafter, when the girl’s cunt was all drippy with dog cum, Cheryl cleaned the cunt cleanly!
	Double oh!
	But it was often, just a “couple of times.”  There was, though, an ongoing tryst with Rebecca (the best friend).  In prying further, Andy found that Cheryl and sisters Margaret and Jennifer were mutual fingerbangers (among other things.)
	All three girls were naughty—early in their years but had tamed down some currently.  Early on they shared a room and avidly fingered themselves and then each other.  Then they brought in a young cousin who was of the single digit age.  She was a masturbator, too, and quickly joined in on the girls’ festivities.
	Then a young boy was brought in, he was a cousin a year from becoming a double digit boy.  The girls were naughty with him, the girl cousins with Cheryl actually having full sexual relations with him; Margaret let him suck her titties and lick her pussy; Jennifer masturbated him and let him fuck her asshole.

	He had never cum during the times he was jacked off or fucked an asshole.  But he did cum when humping the visiting friend.  And she came up pregnant as a result.  She never came back to the Mitch household and the visiting cousin moved away.
	Andy gave Daddy Mitch some personal time with his daughter Cheryl, he himself visited (revisited) Jennifer and her friend, Heather.  The Mommy and Margaret were nulled into a slumber and would not pose a problem, so Andy went nakedly about and took his love to Jennifer.

	Jennifer Wayne smoked pot, but not often.  She had a slight affinity for young boys but other than the young cousin she kept that part of her secret.  Her friend, Heather, enjoyed some frolicking together and they both ogled young boys 9-10-11 yrs old.  Some twelve year old boys were cute, too; but it was the younger boys who warmed the girls’ lust.
	Andy lust was warmed too and he took his time undressing the girls, ogling and admiring what he saw as he stripped the girls down.  Cum dripped from his cock and he glided his pulsing prong against the teen’s twat but didn’t go into her—not just yet.  Up and down her entrance, nestling his bone right against her dick trench before slowly ever so slowly making total vaginal entry.
	Teen pussy was the best!
	The cum flow began and the sensations of a sensational orgasm seethed within him; it was then that the little tyke, Tyler, wandered in.  He was clad in terrycloth underwear and quite the cute little guy.  He was a little awed by what he saw, confused, too.  He was too young for mind manipulation so he was as he was.  Andy finished up his doings with Jennifer and opened the view for Tyler to see his aunt’s cum drenched cunt.
	The boy was bashful and held his hand to his little weenie.
	Andy tried unsuccessfully twice more before some limited success on the third try to not so much manipulate the boy’s mind but to “direct” it.  Tyler was directed to his auntie’s drenched cunt and Andy discovered by peeking into the boy’s memories that he had been there before.  Andy slid the boy’s underwear off and got him up onto the bed, ‘show me what you do.’
	The boy was still all kinds of giddy and bashful but got into position on his Aunt Jennifer and humped.  Andy caressed the lad’s ass and learned that he was doing likewise to Jennifer as well as to his own MOM!  AMAZING!  He was also being schooled in oral sex as well as doing likewise unto his sister!

	Tyler sucked on Jennifer’s titties, Andy caressed the boy’s ass picking away at various memories lodged into the boy’s mind.  He saw images of the boy in the bathtub with his Mom and aunts (not all at the same time mind you.)  There was one image of him standing peeing on Aunt Cheryl.  Another image of he and his sister 69ing.  Other images were of him simply humping his little winkie onto pussy.
	The Mommy and Daddy were not aware.  Andy debated about whether or not he should divulge such info to Mitch; although, he probably would like to know.

	The grandfather clocked chimed in the downstairs hallway announcing its time of Ten O’clock.  Andy stood nakedly with cum dripping from his sore aching cock watching as new friend Mitch put it to daughter Margaret.  He was in a bad way, a determined of humping her brains out.  It was a deep seeded desire—one of which he also held for Cheryl and Jennifer—not too mention Heather, then Pauline, too!
	Unlike with Mike, though, Andy had no sexual desires for Mitch; whether or not Mitch felt the same way remained to be seen; there was no “kismet” between them, no lust for gusto (or asshole).  They were okay with dancing around nakedly in one another’s presence—but that was as far as it got or would go.
	After filling Margaret’s cunt to the brim with his Daddy love, he was virtually worthless.  Mitch lay in a heaving hump alongside his cum drenched first born.  Andy let them be and went to visit Doreen…

A little fright before bedtime
	When all was said and done, and it was midnight, Andy had successfully disrupted the normalcy of the Wayne household—befitting to the new normalcy the head of the household desired.  Mitch was very grateful for his family’s “new way of life” and gave Andy $1,000 and an invite to come “help himself” whenever his desire was in need.
	Andy’s desires were strangely not quelled by the night’s festivities at the Wayne household.  A strange burning festered within him, he didn’t know what to make of it.  On his way home he pulled into a popular chain convenience store and got a soda, chips, a porn mag, and some eye candy.
	The soda was a lime soda, the chips cheesy crisps, he porn mag a standard issue glossy slutty magazine that had good jokes inside.  The eye candy was a sweet little girl about nine or ten years young with a delicious little butt and budding breasts.  She was in the company of her Mom who was a nervous woman in her mid twenties or so.

	The woman eyed Andy as he entered the store as she milled by the snack aisle.  Andy didn’t think anything of it, or her presence until he was making purchase when he overheard in a bare whisper from the little girl “Is he the one?”
	Hmmm
	Andy noted the security cams and sought out the hidden ones then made for his car.  Settling in he continued to note the woman and the little girl, there was a convo going on between the clerk and the woman, Andy’s unique hearing picked up audible sounds of electronic communications interfering with his ability to pick up on what the woman and clerk was conversing about.
	Taking his time Andy made fine tune adjustments to filtering the electronic communications.  
	“Car Twelve, 459 just occurred at Thirty-Thirty Umpire St., Hanson’s Collectibles.  RP on scene.”
	“Car Twelve, roger.”
	Police!
	Slowly he sipped his drink and began a more earnest scan of the area.
	He found a parked unmarked car at the curb to the left with many little antennas all over it.  Bingo!  Andy weighed the options—the most basic was to go the fuck home.  It was a set up he was sure of, the woman and her supposed daughter were decoys—luring horndogs equipped with EMADs into situations whereas they would be nabbed redhanded.
	But the little girl was cute!
	First thing first—the security measures in the store as well as outside the store.  They had to be nipped, shut down and erased.  Not a particular easy task and with the interference from the police radio it was even more difficult.
	Then, there was the police radio.
	Two guys were inside the unmarked police car, ‘have you inputted information from the Suspect’s car?’ 
	Yes.
	‘Erase information on Suspect’s car.’
	Done.
	Andy sighed, he didn’t need cops knowing his car or showing up to his house.  He could easily sway them, like before—but he worried about complications—especially with his inbuilt EMAD system not always operating fully one hundred percent.

	Taking care of the security measures took half an hour.  By then the little girl was way tired and getting sleepy (and bitchy.)  The Mom had had enough and began making way out the door.
	‘Go to sleep.’ Andy conveyed to the detectives in their car.
	They did.
	‘Get in the car.’ Andy conveyed to the Mom, the daughter was nipped but it didn’t hold.  Andy felt a strange feeling envelope him—a frightful one.  He tried again and this time it held but it wasn’t a good hold.  He still thought it was best if he just simply go the fuck home—but his cock overrode that and got the woman and her daughter in the car.

	Not more than half a block away and did the Mom, Brenda Yuring, “woke up.”  Her daughter, Brittany, did too.  But, both were subdued with plastic ties to their hands and feet, a rag about their eyes and mouths.  A seatbelt held them in place and it was the dark of night traveling down city roads in the absolute middle of the night.
	Andy said nothing and was a little nervous, his dinking with the security measures had put a toe-hold on his other unique ability to mind manipulate.  There was nothing to do but haul ass out of town.  He considered best buddy Mike, though.

	At Druberry Ave. he made the long sweeping turn that headed out of town passed the dirt track raceway.  A huge fart bubble pressed against his anal opening and for a time he held his cheeks but finally relented and let it rip.  He was sure he heard from the woman despite her gagged mouth “Oh my God!”  It wasn’t a particularly vile fart but it was loud and a little rank.
	His mind raced as he took the turns out of the city, the road wound its way out the backcountry to Glenwoody Ville, and that first place he and Mike had taken that bus load of kids…  It seemed a good location and Andy made for it arriving just before 2AM.
	Out of the car he stood unzipping and unfurling his cunt hungry cock pissing hard knowing that Mike would have liked to see him piss on the little girl.  Andy would have liked to, too, but he was in a bad way and couldn’t hold it.
	After his pee he felt a lot better.  Off came his pants and the rest of his clothes, he stroked his cock and slowly made way to the other side of the car.  Opening the passenger side door the interior light flooded the night—just as it had when he opened the driver’s side door.  He leaned Brenda forward and undone the seatbelt confining her, she wrestled some and Andy knew that he should have picked up Mike—Mike liked it when they fought.

	‘Next time.’
	Brenda fought with him as he wrestled her onto her backside, she lashed out at him with his feet and with them both secured to one another she had more power with her thrusts and connected with Andy’s chest sending him cartwheeling backwards narrowly missing an old rusted pitchfork.
	That pissed him off and he wrestled with the bound woman yanking her out of the car and then—pressing her face against the hot hood of the car.  “You settled down, bitch, or you little one going to get the same!”
	This didn’t help and the woman freaked.
	The woman was a good fighter, though, Andy had his hands full.  The little girl in the backseat was in a fit of cries and wails.  ‘Oh Mike!’  Force was just right up Mike’s alley.  Pressing himself against Brenda he attempted a mind lock again—but nothing.  ‘Damn!’ he bitched to himself.
	‘Ok, fine, the hard way it is.’ 
	Brenda was slung to the ground HARD very nearly knocking her out but only managing to knock some breath out of her.  Andy pounced on her and pinned her, then turned her over and began ripping her shirt open revealing her very bodacious Momma titties.
	His cock ached for her pussy but he took some time, ripping her shirt off and then her bra before scooting down to settle on her waist.  He said nothing, Brenda said a lot thru muffled gag.
	He took his time getting Brenda’s pants down, she fussed and he pinched her thigh and ass.  It was a natural thing for her to do so he tolerated some of her resistance.  With her pants and panties at her ankles Brenda’s abilities to lash out and cause a ruckus were nixed.  Andy slithered up between her legs and did a little pussy exploration—fingers first and then tongue.
	Brenda thrashed about, cussing hard thru her gag and bucking his face.  He truly regretted not stopping by Mike’s place and picking him up.  But oh well…
	Her pussy was a little musty but that was ok.  He licked it, nipped the lips and seriously got into the musty muffin.  “NO! NO! NO!” came the muffled sounds from Brenda, she bucked into his face but quivered when he did manage to excite her cunny.
	Finally the time had come and into her cunny he burrowed his cock.  He nearly came right off from the get go.  It wasn’t a particular tight cunt but it was snug.  He moved fully into the woman’s cunt, settled himself and then began pumping.

	Brenda settled down as the fucking of her progressed.  She tried and tried to hold off “getting into it” and for the most part she did—but there was no putting off the orgasm that came in a fury as Andy’s cock rode up against her clit and set her afire.
	“You son-of-a-bitch!” she bellowed thru her spit soaked rag.  Andy humped hard and filled her twenty-something cunt with liquid love—then he pumped hard, pulling out and humping against her crevice spewing more goo onto her midriff.  The sex scent filled his nostrils and his lust was not diminished by his cumming off as usual.  
	His cock ached—terribly, and he had only fucked one of her three holes and had her little girl to go, too!  He lay heaving on the woman, suckling her breasts and lightly gouging his cock against her sex.  His body was tired out, but his cock was amazingly strong and actually ready to go spelunking some more.
	But Brittany was in the car awaiting her turn.

	Knowing that as soon as he made for the car and little Brittany began to express her fright—it was best that her distraught Mom be more secured than she already was.  While he was doing so Andy heard the faint sounds of whop-whop-whop of a helicopter in the distance.  He didn’t pay it too much attention and secured Brenda to the rusting wheel of the old family farm tractor.
	Brittany though blindfolded knew her fate and freaked out as anticipated when the passenger door was opened.  For her young age of ten she had a lot of spunk and fought him every step of the way—mostly thrashing about as her seatbelt was undone and she was wrestled out of the car.  Then, once out she was held by ankles and dragged to where her Mommy had been raped.
	The little girl fussed and fussed hard causing the plastic ties binding her wrists to chaff and cut into her skin.  Andy wasted no time and wrenched her pants down so as he could land hard determined forceful smacks to her dainty little ass.
	Brittany settled right out heaving and in stunned state of being.
	Andy laid the girl down taking a knife and ripping her pants up in two, her Mom went freaking out as she heard the ripping sounds,
	“What are you doing!?  Leave her alone!  For the love of God, please, please leave her alone!”

	Andy smacked Brenda upside the face as hard as he could—knocking her out—and very nearly breaking Andy’s hand!  For a long while he could barely use his hand it hurt so much.  But no matter, little Brittany had settled and Andy ripped the child’s shirt off and pushed down her panties…

	She was a virgin.
	Was.
	For sometime Andy licked the girl’s pussy, she had peed a little but that was a given given the circumstances.  He licked, lapped, and sucked on the girl’s cunny, shoving his fingers into her virgin crevice as well as into her equally virgin asshole.  Then he was laying his cum shooter on her sex grinding hard.  Cum was already shooting out of the piss slit but he held off shoving his meat stick into her just yet.
	Gently he caressed the girl’s head, soothing and cooing to her while his manhood nestled against her entrance.  The whop-whop-whop of the helicopter got a little closer…

	Brittany screamed as much as she could thru her gag as her young sex was pierced.  Then she stopped as she was stunned at the piercing.  Andy removed her gag and blindfold—he had shut the doors to his car and it was once more dark—but not for long.
	As Andy made dutiful entry into the girl’s sex a great floodlight from the sky burst upon the area—very nearly catching Andy in the act.  The light darted here and there and over there seemingly unsure as to where it wanted to “see.”
	Andy quickly scrambled in a fright, grabbed Brittany and hauled ass to the barn.  As he huddled just inside the nearly dilapidated barn he noticed something on Brittany, specifically her watch—it was glowing and there was a faint “beep-beep-beeping” from the watch, too.
	“What the fuck?”
	His implants quickly assessed the watch as a tracking device.
	“Shit!”
	The helicopter above circled and Andy knew his goose was cooked, it likely had infra red sensors, heat sensors, and what all else to peg his ass.  It was a set up, the Mom (Brenda) in cahoots with Johnny Law and his ass was grass.
	“Damn, now what, rabbit, now what?”

*

bitches and ‘hos
	With her panties down his lust soared to new lustful heights.  His gawky awkward boyish mountain boy looks illuminated as he admired the nakedness of Darlene McConnel.
	Darlene McConnel was twelve, his age.  Darlene McConnel despite being merely twelve had titties—bigger titties than some of the other mountain girls of Woolum Mountain.  James Robert was in the company of a mountain girl he liked, and she liked him.  But regardless of the “like”, Darlene McConnel would not willingly “give it up” no matter what.
	Enter Cowboy who paved the way for the horny James Robert to “get some” from Darlene McConnel—with the provision that he (Cowboy) get some from her, too.  
	Although earlier stated that James Robert wasn’t so dense of mind to pick up unspoken conveyances, he didn’t quite get how the strange cowboy in his midst made it possible for swaying the formerly put offish Darlene.  Cowboy merely explained “the power of the mind” which was basically true, enhanced by a little gadget called EMAD.  While doing research on Ancient American History and Customs references were made eluding to the electronic mind altering device that seemed to be apart of the American culture.
	Further investigation and August Cowboy Moone had himself one.
	It was limited in its use and/abilities, though and Cowboy didn’t have a particularly good handle on it—but he had enough.  Young mountain boy James Robert didn’t know the difference nor cared—only that he had Darlene McConnel naked in his presence and he was going to screw her like a dog—literally.
	On all fours, with her panties at her ankles, her dress up over her hips, Darlene McConnel was a delicious dish to be sure.  James Robert sat on his knees with his mountain dick out stroking it furiously.  He had screwed his sister (and continued to do so) but Darlene was different, older and not related.  Her ass, her crack, her coochie, all enticed the mountain boy who’s family name was the mountain.
	Cowboy stroked his own bone and right there in the woods behind the Woolum Mountain School Darlene McConnel got humped.  James Robert Woolum eased into her sex from behind while the strange cowboy in their midst eased into her mouth.  James Robert was enthralled and like putty, like putty!  It was too marvelous to comprehend (fully) nor did he care; he slid almost effortlessly into the girl’s cunt and delighted in it.

	John Thomas was another who was “delighting”, but not into a twelve year old mountain girl’s cunt, eighteen year old JT was humping the beejeebus (mountain talk) out of his single homeroom teacher, Ms. Hunter.
	Ms. Hunter was in her late 30s and though not a looker by modern horndog standards, she had her prized pupils eye (and cock!)  The two had a long standing sexual relationship—long nights spent in studying, John Thomas strove to achieve his goal as a writer and he had great potential, Ms. Hunter strove to help him achieve such lofty goals and somewhere in those long nights of study—they found love.
	Well, it wasn’t so much as “love” per se as it was as pure out and out sex.  Hot and horny and lustful.  Sex-sex-sex!!!  Usually they engaged in their extra curricular activities at Ms. Hunter’s humble abode not far from the school, sometimes their illicit passion couldn’t wait and they got frisky right in the school room!  (this, of course, after the regular school session and no one about.)
	On Cowboy’s visit, Ms. Hunter was on her back on her desk, dress on the floor alongside her bra and panties.  Her legs were spread open wide while naked lanky mountain boy John Thomas “got some.”  The boy had an average sized “johnny” and was graciously thrusting it in and out of his favorite (and only) teacher humping until he couldn’t hump no more and delivered unto her a voracious amount of his lustful goo.
	Falling upon the naked woman he suckled her breasts while his hips continued to pump, Ms. Hunter wallowed in the aftermath of their illicit union, moaning with her arms and legs akimbo.  Her lips were moving as if she were trying to say something, John Thomas continued to fuck her, though, silencing her words.

 	James Robert continued his efforts to make Darlene McConnel his personal bitch, in the woods deeper behind the school near a lake a pair of boys strove to do like wise to a young gal in her early teens.  She was already naked and stretched out like a fish being with her hands and feet bound and pegged down via a stick stake successfully limiting her movements.  Her mouth was gagged along with a blindfold covering her eyes.  The boys, also naked, giggled as they tormented the girl, making sure they didn’t say anything aloud so as to give themselves away.
	One boy, a tall lanky mountain boy approx. fourteen years young or so straddled the girl’s chest, folding her teen breasts over his hard cock.  He then began to hump, forcing her head up making her kiss his cock—of course, with her mouth gagged the actual “kissing” was nixed.

	The other mountain boy (same age) stood nakedly masturbating, grinning and didn’t look right.  Well, he had a buzz cut hairtop and a bit of a strangeness to his facial appearance, and though fourteen years young he was a little inadequate in the dick department.  It was hard and barely four inches!  He stood grinning, stroking his monstrous four incher while his friend titty fucked the mountain girl.
	Suddenly they were joined by another.  A girl about the same age emerged from the woods, scratched up a little from her trek from wherever to where she emerged—she seemed miffed at the boys and glared at them.  To the hapless girl on the ground she paid little attention.  The lily white grinning buzzcut boy had stopped grinning (but continued to stroke his monstrous four incher!)
	The new arrival undressed.  She pulled off her top, no bra, then slipped off her shoes and shucked her pants, no panties.  She fingered her shaven cunt and stared at the hapless girl; then, she squatted onto the girl’s face, wriggled her bare pussy into the girl’s face, then pulled off the gag and blindfold.  The boy who was straddling her scooted down—he grinned big and had an average six incher that was spurting liquid love.  The new arrival went down on the boy sucking his cock while she herself wriggled her cunt into the mountain girl, Alana, and peed.
	Toby “Pinto” grinned watching as a hearty stream of urine splashed down onto Alana’s face; he then scooted up to Dora’s ass and made dutiful entry into her asshole.  Frank straddled Alana’s body and Dora “went down on him”.  Alana fussed, bitched, and went thru all manners of fussing while she was peed on.  Pinto continued humping Dora’s ass driving his gangly cock fully into the girl’s ass; his inadequate cock though a “shortie” did a fair job of anal splunging and in less than two minutes time released a nice “load.”
	Alana freaked out as the gush of cum was force farted out of Dora’s asshole; Pinto held Alana’s head still grinning bigger than ever as his cum was squirted out coating Alana’s face.
	“YOU FUCKERS!” Alana bitched aloud.
	Dora continued sucking Frank’s rank cock and when he was abut to cum he jammed it unmercilessly into Alana’s cunt and fucked her hard until fully releasing his love.  Dora sat up, settling her sex/asshole onto “the bitch who had crossed her” and continued forcing farts.  She almost shit.
	Buzzcut Pinto stood grinning working his winkie, grinning big; Frank, exhausted, but very relieved stood then looked closing an eye up to the sky checking the time of day by the position of the sun.
	“We’s bes’ git back to chor’ing.”

	Pinto nodded, collected his clothes, then followed his brother thru the woods leaving Dora to finish up with the highly distraught Alana.  Alana continued wriggling on “the bitch who had crossed her”; she remained settled on Alana’s face, fingering herself with eyes closed.  From under her muffling thru Dora’s muffin, “let me up, you fuckin’ bitch!”
	Slowly, Dora turned about and slid down Alana’s naked body; laying out on the girl’s body she began licking up the spilled sperm from Alana’s face!  (yea, the fresh Pinto spunk farted out of her own asshole!)  Then she drove her cum laden tongue into Alana’s mouth!  She did!
	Then, just to confuse the Spy in their midst, Alana reciprocated by kissing back AND humping back!  OH!  
	The two mountain girls kissed deeply and somewhat passionately; then, to further confuse their unseen spy from another time, Dora untied Alana and the two got into ‘rastling.  The two grabbled with one another, tossing each other all about the small clearing area with finally Dora being pinned by Alana in a 69 position.  Alana pounded her cunt down onto Dora’s face, grinding hard her mountain poon into the other’s face.  Dora wriggled and the two sexually enjoyed one another for some time to cum—come.
	Cowboy moved on—he was confused and didn’t understand mountain customs.

*

The rabbit in his hole
	Oh the binds we get ourselves into.  If it isn't one thing it's another.  It's usually one thing and it's a mother!  Little Brittany fussed some and Andy smacked her ass as he scrunched up behind her, his unique abilities were questionable so he held them until the chopper landed and he could see what what.
	What what were two armed peoples exiting the just landed helicopter, it was a sure bet there was a pilot still within, that wasn’t good.  He had to think, but the noise of the helicopter and his pure fright dictating his impending doomed future precipitated all abilities annihilating them into a state of fucked flux.
	Bright light stabbed into the inky darkness, “ANYONE THERE?” yelled a voice, a female voice.  Hmmm
	It wasn’t easy but as soon as the other officer flashed his light onto distraught woman (Brenda) tied to the tractor wheel, Andy walloped him with all his minding abilities.
	In doing so it caused a massive headache, nosebleed, and dizziness.

	He had to suffer it twice as he did likewise to the other.  Acquiring a mindlock with the pilot was a no-go—too far away, inside a vehicle, and under the rotor wash of the vehicle’s blades.  Andy waited after he had mindlocked the two officers—basically he didn’t have a choice with the busting headache and dizziness.
	Using some rope he tied Brittany up tighter then went out the backdoor of the barn making a wide circle thru the night to come up to the lee side of the helicopter.  He had no idea if the side door would be locked or not.  
	But he had to try.
	Twice he stepped on sharp rocks, twice his bare knee smacked something that sent him reeling with incredible agonizing pain that cause his delay in making for the noisy helicopter.  Precious time was needed to recover, which in itself was not so bad—the headache still reigned supreme and the dizziness persisted, but the time lapse caused the pilot of the noisy vehicle to exit.  He shouted something to his two officer companions, held his ground by the chopper then stepped forward to see what what.
	Perfect.  The further he got from the noisy bird the easier it was for Andy to bombast and then lambaste his mind.  Just to the point of blanking it in essence “putting him to sleep.”  Then young naked Andy had his work cut out for him and he was in no shape to do so.

	Pilot-officer Dave Manchez returned to his noisy vehicle as did Officer Brad Travers.  Melinda Hackberry, however, Andy sought favor with.  The chopper lifted off and went on a return trip back to its helipad (where as soon as they landed they would revert to themselves.)  Andy quickly hustled the mind stunned Melinda into his car, then hustled the physically distraught Brenda and her naked hysterical daughter Brenda into the car, too—then hauled ass away from the farm.  Crossing the bridge where a small creek was flowing below a few miles from the farm, Andy dropped Brenda’s tracking device watch.  Then he hauled ass to another secret locale where he lay out beside his vehicle reeling in a near death experience.
	The breaking of dawn came; Andy was a mess, naked, dirty, foul smelling, and just about out of his mind with pain.  His implants were “off-line” and he had no idea if they would ever come back.  At the time, he didn’t care.  He was ill, but standing and taking a long healthy piss he felt a little better.  The chilled air cooled his fevered body and he was no longer in the mood for what had started the whole debacle.

	He still fretted over not inviting Mike along.  It was regretful, but it was too late and Andy had to deal with it alone.  Melinda Hackberry was moving, but she was cuffed.  Andy had stripped her of her utility belt, found her ankle holster and the cute little gun tucked therein; a smaller gun was at the small of her back tucked inside her pants.  She was a 3rd yr police officer, in her late 20s, married.  Andy rested after pulling her out of the car and positioning her on the ground.
	By his watch, it was 7AM.  Luckily it was Saturday and not a school day.  Luckily.  His ills were waning and that was good, his plans were in a bit of disarray—he wasn’t in the mood to do anything (sexually) with Melinda—or Brenda or Brittany!
	But since he was there…
	Thirty miles from the farm there was a somewhat arid area juxtaposed between an old oilfield and nondescript rolling meadows that eventually snugged up to lush hills and forests.  It was quiet, serene, and private.  Some cattle roamed about, some farms were about—spread out and out of the way.  Andy deeply regretted not having friend Mike (or new friend Mitch) along.
	Melinda didn’t care for having her clothes removed, Andy firstly and wisely removed her dangerous boots.  Then he worked her uniform pants down followed by her full brief panties.  Seeing the little “string” from her pussy told Andy the bitch was on her period.
	‘oh well,’ he thought, ‘she gots two other holes!’
	With her clothes at her ankles she could only wrestle but was no threat to Andy as her hands were cuffed behind her back.  A gag was in her mouth and her eyes covered with a rag, too.  Not flaming but she did have red hair, very curly and lots of it tucked neatly under a uniform ball cap and pulled back into a single pony that was fluffy.
	The 28yr old seethed and wrenched herself back and forth grinding her body into the gravel beneath her.  Andy peeled her shirt back then cut away her bulletproof vest and undershirt, then her bra.  His dick was hard but his mood still wasn’t up to par.  So he lay on her and began suckling her breasts, nipping the nipples.
	His interest in the woman was not 100 percent, but he dealt with it and drove his teenage dick into her cunt and fucked her as hard as he possibly could.  Unlike Brenda who though despised the fact of being raped got into the groove of having her groove fucked, Melinda did no such thing—but she DID squeeze his dick.  But not in a sexual manner—she was trying to rebuke the invasion to her cunny but it only brought Andy around and he fucked her all the harder—despite her being on her period!  Ewewewewe!

	Pulling his dick out of Melinda’s sex grossed Andy out—coating in blood and it was not from cherry juice breakage.  ‘Yeesh!’  Using Melinda’s freshly cut away teeshirt he wiped his dick clean and then her pussy—then rolled her over and cleaned off the gravel embedded into her skin.  Then he spanked her “just because.”
	Little Brittany was in the backseat of his ride sniveling.  He stood, stretched, farted, scratched his balls and dragged the youngster out.  Her mother was coming around and not in a good mood.
	“All this pussy and no one to share it with!” he bitched to himself.  He wasn’t sure if new friend Mitch would be a goer for blatant out and out kidnapping and sexual assault, but he DID have sex with his own girls AND young granddaughter!
	For no other reason than “just because” Andy placed Brittany crossways on Melinda; patted her butt then parted the cheeks.  Brittany squirmed and warranted a hardy spank.  Melinda beneath didn’t know what was going on and fussed—warranting a swift butt spank followed by a pinch.
	She settled, some.  Brittany twisted and wriggled about continuously until there was an invasion to her asshole.  Andy firstly drove his finger into her hole, wiggled it about and found “something” waiting in the passage.  Kind of gross.  He fingered and fingered grossing out himself as well as the little girl he fingered.
	Soon his dick was getting hard and he applied his tongue to her hole, lubbing it up with spittle before driving his bone into her dirt passage.  Brittany was speechless; Melinda’s front side was grinded into the gravel…

	It was noon o’clock when Andy dragged himself home (finally.)  What a night!  He had to have self control.  He had to.  He was ill and his special “abilities” were almost nil.  His parents were already pre-minded not to worry about his tardiness that he was “studying” with an adult friend and all was well.
	All was not well.  Minutes after Andy crashed on his bed his Mom came to him to share the blessed news—she was pregnant!
	OH!