August Moone Sagas
Book 8
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 9
Steadily along the way

“Where Two or More are Gathered”
	For a back-country girl of eleven she wasn’t bad.  She was cuter than most and she tried hard to fit in; it was her smile that won most peoples over.  She was a little naïve, too.  But was that just a ploy?  For James Robert Gallowy he was about to find out.  Sorta.
	The girl of interest was a family friend, a cousin of sorts; she was the recently adopted daughter of James’ mother’s cousin, Corabeth.  As he understood it, Corabeth who was in her early 40s could “conceive”.  James later found out that meant she couldn’t get pregnant.
	Aimee was a cute girl, she DIDN’T fit in with the back-country way of life, she was from the nearby City and was actually an orphan of the streets.  But in no time at all after being in the home of Ike & Corabeth Dodson the young girl had promise.  She spoke well, distinctly, succinctly, and properly; she yearned, though, to be like the other children of the back-country area—to run amok, to play, to be a little wild but still tamable.
	Her mother forbid it.
	But she still tried and wasn’t watched all of the time.  One of those times she was out in the woods and chanced upon cousin James.  James was pissing on a bush and after he had done so he played with his pee-pee.  Aimee watched—and fingered HER pee-pee.
	James knew she was there.  
	Slowly he turned so as the little spy could get a better looksee at his pecker.  He had finished peeing and it was time for the fun; he pulled on it, stroked it, and got it as hard as possible.  He didn’t know exactly where Aimee was, but he knew she was there.
	The sound of a truck rumbling on the nearby road frightened him and he quickly/wisely stuffed his schlong back where it belonged and moved on.  Aimee followed.
	At the creek he stopped to watch some fish.  Aimee hadn’t seen him make the abrupt stop and came out on the bank in plain sight.

	“Hi.” he said to her.
	“Hi.” she replied.  She sounded a little disappointed, she would have rather continued spying on him.  Her curly blond hair, sweet round face, just budding breasts, small-demure frame made her quite the charmer.  
	“I saw you.” she quipped suddenly.
	James wrinkled his nose, his cock got hard.
	“Oh?”
	“Yeah, peeing over there.” she said with a big blushing smile.
	James shrugged his shoulders, “Well, when you got to go you got to go.”
	Aimee continued to smile and blush; then, “It’s so much easier for boys to do that than girls.”
	James was a little dense, just a little.  “Huh?”
	“To pee,” returned Aimee, in the woods and stuff.”
	“Oh.” James was ok, a back-country boy with a lanky frame, mind always in the sky—he yearned to be an aviator—a stunt pilot.  He was always tinkering with machines of one kind or another; his sandy brown hair cut him differently than most of his siblings (they had flaming red hair).
	“Girls can pee standing up, too.” he matter-of-factly stated.
	“No way!” replied Aimee dramatically.
	“Yes way.” James had seen his sisters Erin and Elizabeth doing so after they had been swimming naked in a pond not far from their house, but far enough.
	Aimee gulped and looked serious for a moment, then shook her pretty head, “No way.”
	James insisted, “Yes way.”
	“How?”
	James thought and thought thoughtfully, this was interesting.
	“Well, you first have to take off your clothes, all of them, and then--”
	Aimee’s eyes bulged, she was shocked at first and then kind of mysteriously delighted!  She was gushing!  Her face brightened and she begun wringing her hands in somewhat eager anticipation.
	“Then what?” the clueless girl asked.
	James shook his head, “Pee!” he exclaimed.
	Aimee giggled and blushed more, “Oh.”
	James stood feeling a stickiness in his underwear; his cock was cumming off without him!  He wondered if he could whip out on her?
	Aimee was looking around and appearing fidgety.
	“Right here?” she squealed.
	“Huh?” there goes that denses again…

	As per her Mother’s wishes, Aimee wore a dress.  It wasn’t a good dress, just a back-country “play” dress.  She still wasn’t allowed to get it dirty or anything.  And to James’ chagrin, Aimee Lynn Dodson pulled off her dress.
	It was a thin cottony thing with lace trim, yellow daises all over it, pockets in the front, and was light and airy.  Aimee wore a girlie tee-shirt underneath and a bra; the bra concealed a pair of lovely dainty palm sized titties.  There was more “stickiness” in James’ shorts…
	An awkward moment came, James gouged the heel of his hand to his throbbing monster.  
	“Are you going to take off YOUR clothes?” Aimee asked.
	James twisted his mouth about, shrugged, “Do you want me too?”
	Aimee didn’t answer but blushed more.
	James unhitched his pants and pushed them down; his cock was hard and there was a dramatic “wet spot” soiling his underwear.  Off came his shirt and Aimee put her eyes to his hairless chest (redirecting them from his bulge shorts!)
	Aimee pulled off her undershirt and then her bra.
	James stepped out of his pants and stood with a deep burning desire to fuck Aimee’s brains out.  The thought only increased the size of his monstrous schlong which in turn increased his desire to “fuck Aimee’s brains out.”
	Aimee then slid her panties down and stood naked.
	‘Whoa.’ she was nice.  Her young pussy was virtually hairless, there was just a light covering of blond snatch hair.  Very nice.  And virginal.  Aimee was all kinds of blushing and turning red.  Slowly she placed her hands to cover her nakedness, pursing her lips and waiting.
	She had to give James a long steady look before it was communicated that she was “waiting on him.”  James got the message, finally, and shucked his underwear.  Aimee gulped, mouth hung agape, and stared at the bouncing wanger.

	“So how do I do pee standing up?” Aimee asked a moment or two after the two had stared at one another’s sex.
	James took her hand and had her step to one side of her clothes.
	“Stand with your legs open.”
	Aimee did so.  James had a great viewing of the girl’s cunny.  It was smooth and just aching for his cock to kiss it.  He smiled and tried coaxing the girl to pee.
	Aimee was too giddy to pee and she didn’t need to go anyways.

	Gravity, though, eventually won out and the “urge” of the need came and a trickle of urine began to issue forth from her delectable cunny.  James was well pleased—and incredibly hard.

	Despite being a “virgin”, Aimee was surprisingly “easy” to fuck.  James’ cock slid nicely into her unfucked cunny—but maybe it was not so “unfucked” as first perceived.  	It was still “tight” nonetheless and a damn good fuck.  James slid into the girl’s cunny and knew that he wanted to do more so—and often!
	And so it was.  After their first encounter there were more—always in secret, in the woods by the creek.  Aimee always peeing naked standing up before they “engaged.”  Almost always after peeing the girl watched in awe as James’ pleased himself.  Then, Aimee sucked on the cum squirter, lapping up the juices spilled and enjoying doing so.  The young quirky girl was enthralled with James’ naughty bits, his total nudity, and throbbing schlong.
	James, in turn, would go down on the girl, licking her cunt and never minding the salty taste of her pissy pussy.  Aimee very muchly enjoyed being licked out, fingered, and definitely fucked.
	But in the woods was not the only place the two got it on; James’ family barn loft was another place—they liked it there—rolling naked on the hay and peering out to the grounds below where James’ various family members casually went about their business unawares…
	Aimee was a family friend so it was not uncommon for the girl to be at the Gallowy family home—usually to visit the youngest member, Elizabeth.  Elizabeth, though, was not always home.  Nor was many of the other family members which paved the way for the two to sneak into James’ bedroom and “get it on.”
	And in turn, Aimee coaxed James to her home a little over half a mile away to do likewise.  Aimee’s home was attached to the family business, a general store supplying the necessities to the back-country folks.  On the day Aimee brought James, the store was closed for a few hours while Mr. Ike was in the Big City getting more stuff for the store and Corabeth out visiting backcountry-folk to keep up appearances.
	Aimee and James “did it” in her room, on her bed.  Then they slipped into the store itself to raid the ice box, snagging some sodas.  They helped themselves to potato chips, cookies, and candy.  Then they went into the back area of the store where there was a pool table.  They were still naked and romped about willy-nilly in a silly manner before Aimee hoped up onto the pool table and James “got her” there, too.

	Being a little “gamey” they showered but then found themselves on Aimee’s bed (again) and got hot and heavy once more.  They were too involved to realize that they were no longer alone.

	Just as the orgasmic bliss filled them both—
	“Ahem!”
	James and Aimee looked up to see Aimee’s mother, Corabeth, standing staunchly at the open door.  She had been sneaky and snuck in—seeing the kids’ bicycles haphazardly parked on the porch of the store she knew they were somewhere.
	It was evident of what they had been doing, they were naked for one, and cum spewed from James’ cock as it pulled out of Aimee’s fuckable cunt for two!  James fell off of the bed scrambling in great fear.  Aimee freaked out and tried covering herself.
	“I want the both of your to come here, right here before me.  NOW!”
	Corabeth was a weird one:   she didn’t dress like most backcountry folk, she didn’t talk like most backcountry folk, she didn’t act like most backcountry folk.  She was moralistically sound (well…)  She proclaimed high standards despite living in the backcountry and in proprietorship of a measly general store.  Her background, however, WAS backcountry folk.  By some fluke she and her family had moved to the big city whereupon Corabeth struggled to achieve the unachievable.  She managed nicely, learned to speak French, engage in ballet, score excellently on all her school work.  She attended college two years before meeting Mr. Ike Dodson.  The two were as opposite as Night & Day.  
	But somehow LOVE bloomed and though Mr. Ike was a backcountry fellow, Cora found unique charm.  (being damn good in bed didn’t hurt!)  In a way she “fit in” to the backcountry way of life; in another way she didn’t.  she stood out but not in a bad way.  She herself was charming, but didn’t like being rubbed the wrong way and she was opinionated.  She also liked to make waves when things in the community didn’t suit her.  She proclaimed, too, to being a devout Christian.  Well, we’ll see…

	Nakedly James and Aimee stood before her, hands to their sides.  Drips of cum drizzled from James’ half erect cock, cum also dripped from Aimee’s fuckable cunt.
	“I see you two have fallen into carnal lust.”
	Neither child had any idea what she meant or hinted at.
	“Turn around.” Corabeth told them.  
	They complied and had to lean/brace against the bed… 
	The first smack stung, but James had been “smacked” before; usually, though, with a belt.  Backcountry-folk disciplined their children and didn’t let threats from City Government bother them.  
	Another smack came and James’ ass began to tingle, there was a little stern force with the smacking—and Corabeth was using just her hand!  James had to wonder if she were going to tell on him?  His Dad would be pissed, his Mom furious.  Both would smack him with his Daddy taking him out to the woodshed for a harsh belting; then, before his ass had time to segue back to lily white color his Momma would use a switch on his bare ass.
	Five smacks covering both cheeks.  Then, Aimee jolted as a smack came to her ass—just as hard.  Aimee bit her lips tight together and endured.  James felt a sudden strangeness caressed his burning ass—he then realized that he had a boner going!
	 Four bare ass smacks to Aimee and it was over.  Sort of.
	“All right,” said Corabeth, “go to your Papa’s room and wait by the bed.  He should be along directly to deal with you.”
	Aimee complied; she started to scoop up her clothing but a stern look from her Mother sent her on her way as she was, naked and drenched in cum juice.
	“Now, then, James Robert, what to do with you?” Corabeth was a strange one; despite her backcountry upbringing she put on as she was a big city dweller.  She had no one who knew her, though, fooled.  She was a tall lady, poised perfectly, spoke distinctly and well.  James Robert, though, had heard her “fart” once, and smelt her doing so, too.  So she was still human…
	Corabeth had James stand, hands to his side—he made no attempt to conceal his erection—his hands were busy trying to cool-soothe his burning ass.  Corabeth’s eyes focused on James’ schlong.
	“My, my!” she uttered.  Unbeknownst to James, his cock at thirteen was BIGGER than her husband’s cock at forty-three!
	James wasn’t exactly sure what was going on, or how it had come to be; but Corabeth undone her dress and let it fall to the ground.  She wore nothing underneath and was stark naked right from the get go!  She had a marvelous “triangle” of rich-thick dark pubes concealing her snatch box.
	“If you’re going to do my daughter you will also do ME, James Robert Gallowy,” Corabeth said matter-of-factly, “do you understand?”
	No, but he never let the not understanding something stop him…

*

	Corabeth grunted underneath him,  James sweated atop of her.  The woman’s hands that had been so harsh moments earlier had come to caress his ass, squeeze the cheeks and enthrall him beyond all measure.
	It was more than he could imagine—screwing a woman as old as Corabeth was.  She wasn’t ancient, but was older than he thought he would ever has his cock in.  Screwing Aimee was one thing, humping on his three sisters was one thing, but banging Corabeth!?
	He was cool with it, it bugged him slightly, but her pussy was good and that was all that mattered.  Corabeth was surely into it, James didn’t know why but she just was.  After his initial fuck of the woman—she wanted more.
	Lots more.
	And James was only too willing to provide his services!

*

Banging the sheep (reprisal)
	Jill Ikehart, Brenda and Brad Mercial, Clarissa and Jason Farling, Blake, Howie, Patty, and Tanya meet Anna Sue Merttle, Kara DeLong, Kyle McMasters, Carl Jr. and Tori Voorhees.
	Tori awoke with a massive headache, a bad taste in her mouth, and naked.  A million images (none of them good) filled her mind to capacity.  Nothing made sense.  A ringing there was in her ears, she could barely see and barely function whatsoever.  All she could do was lay still and wait until some of the confusion cleared.
	That would take awhile.
	When some of the confusion cleared what she saw didn’t make things any clearer; she saw some kids, her age and younger.  There were wooden walls, log walls.  A night stand with a lamp, fur rugs on the floor, a big bed with a wooden frame.  
	The kids.
	They were naked.
	The confusion returned.
	A huge cloud of confusion there was, exactly; wherever she turned her head there was like a huge gray-dark cloud to the left and right of her and she could only see so far before her.  It also felt as though there was cotton in her ears, too.

	Nothing made sense.  Why was she naked?  Who were the other kids and why were THEY naked?  And as much as she struggled to come up with exactly who SHE was, she couldn’t.  She had no past, there were only confusing images of peoples she couldn’t grasp, places, and everything else.  Nothing made sense.
	Then two men were in her midst, naked men.
	
	Carl James’ mind wasn’t cloudy, but wasn’t very clear, either.  He understood that there was basic immorality going on and he was a part of it.  A big part of it; mostly due to the fact that he was 75 percent a willing participant!  The joy of having an orgasm was something he wanted to experience over and over again.  His only redeeming issue was the young ones; Jill, Brenda, Anna Sue; Patty and Tanya.  CJ preferred girls who had titties, teenage titties, something that he could put his hands about.
	Fucking a girl was great, the pleasure was more than he could imagine.  Doing a girl up the butt was kind of a turn-off but still gave the same relief and exorbitant pleasure nonetheless.  He preferred sinking his bone into the likes of the girl Clarissa and Tori.  There was the preteen girl, Kara who was good and he did have to admit schlepping his salami into the other girls who was obviously under twelve, even ten, was ok, too; but he just hated to admit it.
	He also hated to admit that cocksucking wasn’t all that bad.  The sperm was a bit much, though; he didn’t care for that.  He didn’t care for being reamed up the ass, either—but doing the butt plugging himself wasn’t so bad.
	And other issues were watching the two men screw the little girls; only the one called “Jill” seemed to be okay with the sex acts—both men took turns fucking her—between her legs and up her butt, and especially in the mouth.  Both men seemed to relish in unloading their jizum all over her face and chest.  CJ went out side of the cabin with the three to participate in “washing” the young girl with pee.  Jill stood with her legs apart and all three peed on her.  When empty, Carl was coerced to lay down; Jill then squatted a bit over his face and peed on him!

	Jason Farling, Clarissa Farling’s little brother, was like most boys, and like Carl James, too; in that the pleasure of experiencing an orgasm was beyond all imagination—it paved the way for the return of such joy over and over again.  But like Carl James, the pursuit of such unimaginable joy came at a price.

	And then there was, of course, the screwing of his sister.  He had a good relationship with his sister, Clarissa; they were typical brother and sister and did what they could to get the other in trouble when it suited them.  But they also cared for one another.  Clarissa, though, was a bit older than he and had a different social circle.  
	There were times, though, when they got along and schemed together to thwart some plan of one type or another against their parents—usually when it involved a “weekend” outing or some lame vacation.  Jason’s desires al la sexually speaking were aimed at other girls, his age and a bit older—like his sister’s age.  There had been no sexual desires towards Clarissa—just a curiosity—which was by all accounts normal and acceptable.
	Clarissa seemed to be good about it, though—the screwing by him to her.  And he didn’t really go for the other boys doing her and especially the first man and then Jason guessed the man’s friend.  On the first night the second man came bringing his group of naked kids the man who had taken Jason and Claissa invited the man to “take” Clarissa.
	Jason hadn’t cared for that at all.

	As for the girls, none of the girls really cared for what was happening to them—save for Jill.  Clarissa was so-so; like her brother, Jason, so had some misgivings about the whole odeal—she kinda-sorta enjoyed sex, but on her own terms.
	There was no denying the pleasure of sex, after the initial doinking done unto her by the first man (August) and then all the boys, the sexual gratification was kinda there.  It DID feel good to engage but it was immoral, she was too young and like Clarissa, Brenda wanted sexual contact to be on her own terms and will.
	Patty Ayers also would have preferred sexual contact on her own, she DID like Blake but the overall orgy of immoral contact between her group and the new group was a bit much.  Of course, there, too, was the out and out rape done unto her by the first man and then the second.  The spankings before, during, and after were also a bit much.
	Tanya enjoyed getting laid by Howie, and even Blake.  But that was it.  Fucked by the other boys was tolerable ‘cause she knew that they were forced into doing her.  Fucked by the two men was over the top.  
	
	Anna Sue Merttle had no opinion—her mind was basically bombasted, beyond lambasted and way beyond frapped.  She was near 80 percent “zombie” and barely went about on her own accord.

	Kara DeLong had been that way, too, but had eventually come around and went about the daily rigors of sexual depravity.  She had learned, as had the others, that compliance was far better than the alternative—which was horrific beatings, spankings, and other forms of torture.

	Tori Voorhees.
	No opinion.
	Bridge is out   Reduce speed   Out of my mind, Back in Five Minutes
	Road Work Ahead   Elevator Out of Order   I’m perfectly sane with 
          being insane   The stains in your underwear can determine your life
	Going with the flow.  That was the only option in the insanity that persisted.  Going with the flow—it was acceptable regardless of her feelings and emotions.  Going with the flow, it was the only way to go.
	But that path was fraught with incredible measures of uncertainty.  It was those pesky flashing images of peoples she didn’t know—but that she knew.  Somehow they seemed familiar but then again—she had no idea.  Their places (homes) and girls her age, boys her age that seemed extremely familiar—but then again, she wasn’t sure.  All that she WAS sure of was that she was in a world of sheer unadulterated confusion.
	The engagement of sex and sexual depravity was beyond her reasoning, beyond the scope of the imagination.  Comprehending the sex various sex acts was mind boggling.  Somehow she knew that all that she saw and participated in was wrong.  Not just wrong-wrong but really wrong.  Immoral, depraved, wicked, and insane.  Tori knew that they were wrong deeds but felt that she was no longer in control of herself, her faculties, her mind.  There was only “going with the flow.”

Let the games begin!
	Guess that Ass!
	In the late of the evening with the firelight casting oddly about the dismal din eight young damsels sat perched on their hands and knees; a blanket hung down from low rafters coming down onto the girls at their backsides thusly concealing the upper bodies.
	Behind the partially concealed girls were eight boys; two were fairly new to the group—recently acquired and thrown in the fray of sexual depravity.  (they were caught fucking one another in the woods not far from the cabin…)
	“The game is, Guess that Ass!” said the First Man, “You know our contestants,” he said with a smile, “and the rules are simple, all you have to do is “GUESS THAT ASS!”
	There was, of course, a little more to it.  Each boy had to go up to a girl’s bum, rub it with his hand, cock, and tongue.  The boy also had to give a lick to the bung hole and then make his “guess” as to what name applied to the ass.
	A correct guess granted the Guesser a choice in the decision making of what he wanted for dinner and dessert as well as a Free Pass to use against Disciplinary Action to himself OR another.
	However, a wrong guess resulted in Spanking, to be determined by the Host (August/Wyndel) of One-to-Five spanks with a belt, bare hand, paddle, or switch.
	The contests had no choices to bow out, walk way, or Pass.
	The Contestants stepped up to a bare ass and went thru the process of Identifying said ass.  Contestant Brad identified correctly Anna Sue’s ass and was relieved—as well as extremely hard.  He had taken a great liking to the girl, all the girls were good—‘specially naked.  During his time with them he had fucked every one of them, been in their mouths, chest, up their ass and in the bath.  After licking Anna Sue’s asshole, the crack, both cheeks, pressing his prick against her ass he was close to cumming off right then and there.  
	‘If you want to fuck her, you may,’ spoke the voice of the First Man into Brad’s mind, ‘but if you do and you cum off, you’ll have to lick her clean.  Got it?’
	Brad nodded his head that he indeed “got it.”
	‘So do you want to?’
	It was a no brainer, Brad had licked up cum from the girls before, as well as sucked the cock of some of the other boys (all of the other boys) as well as slurped schlong on the two men in his life, too.  The taste of “cum” was still unappealing but he was kinda sorta getting used to it.
	Brad choice to stuff himself into Anna Sue’s ass and fuck.
	He came two minutes later.  It was a good cum off, very pleasing all over.  All those who were watching had boners raging—either they wanted to fuck Anna Sue themselves or something other.  It was mostly the sex act in progress that got them hard—but the shagging of Anna Sue’s ass was a close second!

	After Brad had licked cleaned his Guessed Ass he was allowed to sit back and chill.  He chose hot pudding as a preferred dessert.  The same couldn’t be said for the next contestant, Jason.  Jason guessed the Ass of Tanya that he proclaimed was Kara’s.  He was the first to spin the Wheel of Doom or Zoom!

	The Wheel of Doom or Zoom! was much like the spinning wheels at popular casinos, but on a smaller scale.  In the slots where money symbols would be in the casinos of Monte Carlo there were slips of paper with:
	1 Swat w/belt  1 Swat w/ Hand  1 Swat w/Switch
	There, too, were Swats numbering up to Five.
	Along with the Swattings there were:  Suck the cock of  August/Suck the cock of Wyndel or Both!  Up the Ass—by August/Up the Ass by Wyndel or Both!  Up the ass by ALL!
	Also; Free Pass—choose Dessert and/or Main Meal.
	     	Free Pass—No Spanking/Pass Off (No Spanking to Another).
		Free Pass—No Participation for One Round/Incidence.
		Free Pass—Fuck/Hook Up with Whoever (secretly)
		Freedom of Choice—Choice of Sex Act to do unto another of Choice which includes Same Sex (so if boy contestant wants a BJ from another boy (secretly) the other boy hast to do so.)
	And a few other tidbits to make life in the cabin “interesting.”
	Nervously Jason spun the wheel which was a wheel from an old spinning wheel that was left in the cabin on August’s arrival.  The wheel spun and spun and spun and spun and spun and …
	Jason sweated, his balls shriveled up as there seemed to be more of the DOOM than Zoom!  He had put a good “spin” on the wheel and August knew he should have affixed some sort of retarder to slow the pace of the wheel.  But it was allowed to spin itself to a slow stop:  2 Swats w/Belt
	Jason tensed up.
	The first man, August, picked up a belt from the wheel’s platform.  Jason turned and bent over, his ass to the other contestants.  The man caressed his ass then applied the DOOM in rapid succession, twice!
	Luckily, Jason was done with the Guess the Ass and could sit out the rest—that would allow some sufficient time for his searing ass to cool down for the NEXT game…

	The Next Game was a doosy;  the boys all lined up with a blanket covering their heads and coming down to their bellies.  Their puds hung out for all to see, gaze upon, and gawk at.  The girls had to come along and Guess the Dick.  This time, however, instead of lining up before a boy the girls started at one end and went down.  (After the first girl did so and had completed the line, then the boys switched while the remaining girls had to turn their heads/backs.)

	The Guessing was a little different for the girls, they were allowed a Free Pass Guess and One Free Bad Guess.  So they could “miss” two boys, but they had to Guess the remaining.
	August’s love interest, Jill, participated as well but would not face any disciplinary action severe should she not make the correct “guess.”  She would do the Wheel of Doom or Zoom! but it was rigged so as she would not have to surrender to harsh spankings.
	Of all the girls, Clarissa was amazingly the one who somehow Guessed correctly the cock she sucked—ALL the cocks she had to suck!  And by the time she got to CJ and Kyle they exploded into her mouth fully (she was fourth in the line of sucking girls).
	After the Guess the Dick! there was more popular—Guess the Cunt!
	This game had the girls laid out on their backs, legs back, with a blanket concealing their faces.  Jill and Anna Sue were easy to guess as they didn’t have much fur covering their young snatches.  Brenda, Patty, and Tanya kinda sorta didn’t have much in the way of pubes, either.  Clarissa and Tori did.  
	The two new additions, Brad and Randy, were completely bombastically frapped.  They had been “observed” butt humping one another, they were eleven and were from the nearby community township that was quickly escalating into an uproar due to the recent activities of “missing” young peoples.  August feared that soon the quiet serenity he enjoyed in the backcounty would be upset with interlopers of the law enforcing kind.
	But anyways, Brad and Randy were observed completely naked; they were at a place of great fallen logs crisscrossing one another forming an odd natural-nature cave.  With boulders and other natural setting of meadowland the boys had security from observation.  Well…
	Brad had been on his knees on his clothes, his young eleven year old pud was hard; his knees apart as well as his ass while his friend Randy humped hurriedly behind him.  The boy was buried to the hilt…
	Both boys humped each other, they lay on each other fondling the other’s cock and they KISSED, too.  They also stood away from their clothes to pee on one another.  Afterwards they embraced to bury their tongues into the other’s mouth.
	But they weren’t gay.
	No, they were being silly and their “daring” the other to be “gay-like” had gotten kind of carried away.  Their was no “love” in what the two did, it was pure lust—just to see what it was like.

	Being swept up into the incredible world of extreme sexual depravity was beyond their imagination.  They kinda liked it.  It was weird but they actually didn’t have a problem with it—the spankings, though, they could do without.  They tolerated the beatings as their was some enjoyment from having their fannies blistered.  And after the spanking their was always a new Game! or some other sexually depraved incidence to enjoy.
	Guessing a captive contestant’s cunt was something to enjoy.  Neither boy had a problem with the captives, or the whole captive situation; they were semi willing participants only bothered slightly by the apparent unwillingness of the girls.
	 But all in all, licking out the girls’ poons, their assholes, laying their prongs against the girls’ pussies, humping the girls and even penetration beat all morals.  They weren’t familiar with the girls, or the boys, but had been with the group for awhile to guess most of who was who; and for Brad and Randy having to suck on the boys of the cabin was no biggie, either—they willingly slurped schlong, balls, and did rim jobs without hesitation.
	Guessing Jill and Anna Sue was easy, the lack of poon pie fur was a given.  Brad guessed Brenda, she was next in line not to have so much cunt fuzz.  He missed Clarissa—he guessed her to be Tori.  On the Wheel of Doom! he got Chorus Line of Reaming—which was he had to bent over, hands on knees, and take it up the ass by all the cocks in the cabin—including the two men.
	He was cool with that.
	He went on to Guess the others and Guessed rightly on Tanya—it was a pure Guess, and Guessed rightly Tori—since he had missed her as Clarissa previously.  For his Wheel of Doom! spins he got in addition to Chorus Line of Reaming; Spank Fest, Wet & Wild, Nuzzle the Guzzle(s), and Free Pass.
	Spank Fest was just that, bent over receiving Hand Spanks from all the cabinites, one spank as hard as possible to each cheek.  Wet & Wild was being peed on by everyone—with the boys it was easy to just sit on his knees while all the boys, and the two men, came to him to splash their urine all over him, mostly his face.  With the girls he had to lay down and the girls squat over his face.
	Nuzzle the Guzzle(s) was simply nuzzling his face against all the cocks in the cabin, ball sucking, ass caressing, for a full five minutes each.  If the Nuzzle he nuzzled got a boner then he had to suck it and bring it off if he could—and he was allotted five minutes to do that.
	The Free Pass allowed him in the future to Pass on a Doom.

	Randy didn’t fare so good, either, a good guess here and there but he faced the Wheel of Doom! several times—just like the other boys.  When the Games! were done the group was allowed to rest.  They were fed and then the two men in their midst went to decide their ultimate fate.
	Hmmmm

*

“Where the Horseflies Bite”
	In the cool of the evening, or the earl of the morning, or the late afternoon, or usually (always) when no one was about, Mary Ellen Gallowy was up and about enjoying herself.  Mary Ellen was the oldest of the Gallowy girls and she had learned many things in her seventeen years—like who else got up early, who would be late getting home, who would busy around the house if there was anyone home at all, and generally the tabs of who was where when she was out “enjoying” herself.  
	Mary Ellen’s “enjoyment” was personal and private.  Sure she had engaged in sexual activities with her four brothers, but it wasn’t an ongoing thing and since reaching maturity and very nearly a woman she had ceased such engagements all together.  However, she didn’t care if her two younger sisters continued to do so.  And then there was the occasional tryst of she and her sisters skinny dipping in a pond not far from their house, with the eventually cunt licking while underwater.  They also traipsed danger while in their own room after hours with getting naked and pounding their cunts together—cunt licking to beat all.
	And an ass busting should they ever get caught by their Daddy.  (more on that later)
	But in the cool of the morning, late of the afternoon, early part of the evenings were her best times—to be in the barn with Magic.  Magic was a Tennessee Walking Horse, and he was hung!  When Mary Ellen was merely eleven she had gotten talked into slurping on the schlong of her then twelve year old brother, Jon (Jonathan).  He had creamed in her mouth and at first she hadn’t liked it.  At first.  Then she got to where she would rub spunk all over her titties—which led to ultimately having the younger sisterly sibs lick the cream off—which led to when Jonathan came on her pussy the girls licked their big sister’s cunt clean—which led to the girls getting their own spunk fresh from Jon’s cock.
	…which led to Mary Ellen having her horsey Magic spill his spunk onto her face—and chest—and cunt!

	She had seen a girlfriend whack off the family dog once, when they were nigh but twelve or so years young.  It led to both girls working the doggie into a frenzy (Red Rocket) and when the canine unleashed his splooge, the girls dared one another to lick the cream—which they did.  They also took the doggie on; spreading their legs/cheeks and getting Reckless, the doggie, into position for an outrageous fuck fest.  Mary Ellen normally got on her hands and knees and assumed the typical “doggie style” position while her girlfriend laid on her back usually on a hay bale or something with a little height to take on the normal sized farm dog.
	So it was a natural when Mary Ellen saw her horse Magic and his dong hanging near to the ground that her naughty desires escalated to the extreme.  So what was the difference—from doing dirty with a doggie to doing dirty with a horsey?  The only BIG difference was that the horsey had a bigger dick.  A WAY bigger dick.
	Getting Magic off, though, was the trick.  
	Unlike whacking off the dog, Oscar, getting Magic hard (enough) took a little more doing.  Mary Ellen failed to understand the horse’s need of more stimuli than a simple human-hand interaction.  Magic needed a slutty female horsey in front of him in other words.
	But, Mary Ellen was undaunted and Magic was willing.
	The smell of Magic somehow invigorated Mary Ellen, too.  And it was the whole massive size of the horse itself, not just his schlong, but his body.  He was a good looking stud (sorry, no pun intended) and it was his general appearance and smell that sent Mary Ellen into extreme bestiality.
	Magic stood some fifteen hands with avg. weight at eight hundred pounds; chestnut color with a white “star” on his forehead tapering down to his nostrils.  He was the Gallowy children’s primary mode of transportation.  Everyone took care of Magic but Mary Ellen took primary care.  
	Whacking off the beast was something that took a little time, time and care and patience.  But eventually…
	Great gusher loads of horse cum finally splashed onto Mary Ellen’s face and chest and she reveled in it.  Squeezing the animal’s balls got her more of the funky goo and Mary Ellen found herself wallowing in a new found excitement.
	The mustiness of Magic’s cock and balls put Mary Ellen into a new found euphoria that was beyond words.  She often pressed her face to the animal’s wares and then began positioning herself underneath him so as to rub her body all over the creature’s genitals!

	Using a hay bale allowed Mary Ellen to seek out the ultimate in the fullness that was bestiality.  Inasmuch as she had taken on her girlfriend’s doggie, Mary Ellen strove to “take on” Magic.  Penetration wasn’t quite possible, but for her “close” would count.
	Laying out on the hay bale directly ‘neath Magic Mary Ellen glided the great horsey dong against her poon; the sinful sensation was sensational!  She experienced near-like orgasms just by having the horse cock rubbed against her!  She DID yearn, too, for Magic’s cock to go INto her, but that wasn’t likely to happen—not unless her pussy was more broken in by other cocks—cocks that one after the other was bigger in size.
	Hmmmm
	She also thought of “objects”—soda-pop bottles, various sized vegetables, and anything handy that was “round” and long.  By the end of Summer she determined to have been fucked by Magic, to have his cum not only drenching her pussy on the outside but on the INSIDE as well.
	Making room for such an even would require a bit of preliminary doinking; she already had a sexual relationship with her brothers, but had cut them off as she feared getting knocked up by them; she had so-so intimate relationship with country boys but like her brothers, cut them off in fear of getting pregnant.  So it was down to “other” items to stimulate her cunny as well as “stretch” it for the taking of Magic’s well endowed schlong.
	In the family barn were a few items of interest…
	Such as the wooden handles of her Daddy’s wood working tools.
	There, too, were the broken handles of hoes, rakes, and shovels; once they were sanded down to be smooth they were excellent replacements for cock.  Mary Ellen took joy into guiding the items into her asshole as well as her cunny.
	In the house she found “just right” candles for enlightening her poon; there, too, was the bed posts—she liked those the best as they were the round knobby kind.  With the bed post insertion(s) she tried to go at least one more knob each day or so—it was an indication of how readily she was for they taking on of Magic’s massive cock.
	Mary Ellen returned to Reckless for more help in prepping her poon for Magic, and the doggie was only too happy to oblige.  Together with her girlfriend they strove to prep Mary Ellen’s cunt with BIGGER objects…
	With the near daily romps with Reckless, the humpings of a soda pop bottle neck, humpings on the bed posts, and other assorted “items”, Mary Ellen finally determined the time had come.

	But she was nervous—and rightly so.  She wondered curiously about what it would really be like—to be fucked by a horse?  Could she actually take Magic the Wonder horse on as planned?  Would Magic’s cock damage her cunt?  Would she ever be able to go back to human cock?
	But so enthralled was she for Magic that her worries faded and she found herself in his stall.  It was early morning, two solid hours before any one else would be up, including her Momma and Daddy.  Magic was waiting, his cock hung down to the straw strewn floor and the anticipation was escalating.
	A little nervous was Mary Ellen, she knew that spreading her legs for Magic would forever change her.  And she didn’t care.  She wondered, though, how would it effect her—change her?  As before she had been quelled to some degree with taking her brothers on, then a boyfriend or two, and then Reckless, and then “items.”  But what about “after”?  After getting laid by Magic—what then?  Would she continue to receive the equine fuck or seek OTHER cock?
	Against Magic she hugged the beast, his sheer smell invigorated her sending gushers of ecstasy to her hungry cunt.  It was then she realized she was cumming, her pussy was wet; nipples were hard, and the desire to have Magic’s spunk spewing on her increased ten-fold.
	For some reason she had dressed herself in everyday clothes rather than slipping out of the house as she was in her nightgown.  Slowly with trembling fingers she undone her simple off-white blouse; there was no bra and her nipples stood out dramatically hard.  Against Magic’s body she brushed her erect nips, a tingling sensation seethed thru her and trickles of her own personal love juices began to trickle down her legs.
	Magic farted.
	Mary Ellen didn’t care, she giggled and chastised the brute for his fouling the air and his ill-manners, Magic whinnied and stomped his hooves.  Mary Ellen began undoing her jeans…
	She never heard the squeak of the kitchen screen door across the yard.

*

	“Ready to go home?”
	She shrugged.  “Maybe, I guess, I don’t know.”  That was as good an answer as any—and as good as one as he was going to get, too.  As for the others; Brenda, her brother Brad, Clarissa and her brother Jason, Blake, Howie, Patty, Tanya, Brad and Randy—they were released (eventually).

	Wyndel’s group, Anna Sue, Kara, Kyle, Carl Jr., and Tori were also released—sorta kinda.  Like buddy August, Wyndel had a desire for one of his members—Anna Sue.  Both men had passions for nearly ALL the members of their group and setting them loose was a toughie.
	Jill had been in August’s company “for awhile.”  She sorta guessed that her sister who had forgotten to pick her up from school had probably suffered enough.  After the “games” at the backcountry cabin had taken place the combined group was assembled in August’s camper truck and taken off.
	Destination was not the local community nearby but way-way beyond.  And with all the recent activity that had taken place with the rash abductions of late August once more took the camper truck thru the woods off-roading.  Jill remained quiet thru the trek, still deciding if she wanted to stay with August or go home.
	When after quite some time of jostling thru the backwoods the combined group were emptied into the warehouse district of a mid size city.  It was late evening and time for a rest.  That was short lived as first a helicopter buzzed them—but the truck was hidden and so not detected.  Nextly came a security guard in his small pickup.  He was “swayed” to go mind his business somewhere else.
	At daybreak August stood peeing beside the truck—when two unseen security guards snuck up on him.
	“Good morning, sir, may we see some ID.” spoke a female guard.
	August was caught—off-guard.  He completed his task then cocked his head to the guard, a pudgy fellow guard was askew of her.  Both were dressed in blue guard uniforms, equipped with long handled flashlights, MACE, side-arms, two-way radios, and EMAD Dectectors.
	EMAD detectors, though, don’t work against Mind Altering Devices implanted in the noggin.  August was still not sure how that happened but felt relatively certain for some assuredity that he DID have an EMAD implant.
	He smiled at the cocky woman guard; she was tall, almost six foot, slenderly built with a nice bod; a long narrow face, long honey gold hair, serious looks about her, and a flabby ass.
	It was that flabby ass that her partner wanted—wanted to see (naked), touch, feel, and fuck.  But he and she were merely partners and nothing more.  They were just friends, co-horts, co-workers.  
	August sought to upgrade that relationship…

	Heather Carol was twenty-eight, she had taken the security job for several reasons—it paid decent, her brothers were guards in good standing and position, and it was her step-father’s company.  If she wanted a good “standing” position she had to start at the bottom rung like everyone else.
	Heather Carol also wanted to bust perps; she had been trained well at a police academy and teetered on completing the 9-week regiment and going on to advance her career as a police officer.  But the rules for a police officer were much more stricter than that of a mere security officer.  Heather wanted to bust molesters—with being a security officer she could SHOOT first and ask questions later, she could make observations in a differing manner than that of a strict enforced police officer policy about ensuring various rights of a suspect.
	Officer Ken Kandell.  He was a pudgy fuck, lived with his mother (still) and had unnatural desirers for Heather (he wanted to PEE on her, Spank her, cum on her face; have her lick his balls AND asshole!  He wanted to tied her up spread eagled and spanked her, shave her pussy, clip her nipples and torture her (lightly/slightly) and make her beg for his cock in her pussy.)
	Auggie also found other desires—the yearn to do likewise to young girls—not too young, ten was about his limit for “young” and young teens (no older than fifteen.)
	He was perfect.

	“You wanna see her naked?  Bending over, cheeks spread?”
	“You wanna see her sucking on your cock?”
	“You wanna see her laying down with her legs open?”
	“You’d like to see a little girl, blond, about ten or so, sucking off your cock, having her face drenched in your spunk?  A young girl with some peach fuzz on her cunt sitting on your face, peeing on your face?”
	“You’d like a little boy on his knees, legs open, asshole ready for you fuck?”
	“You’d like to SPANK Heather’s ass?  Fill her mouth with your love cream, make her beg, tie her up and fuck her brains out—fill her three holes of love with your love monkey?”
	It was questions like that that put Ken into orbit.  The imagery of Heather Carol naked filled his mind—Heather on her knees bobbing her head back and forth along his johnson; laying out on the ground with her legs open fingering herself; her dainty flabby ass flexing in the noon day sun as her hips moved effortlessly up and down his prick as he lay beneath her.

	“I can make it happen.”
	A moment in time had been temporarily frozen; giving Ken Kendal the time to consider, to think, to contemplate.  Could he, should he?  It would be a desire come true; the desire was there and it was strong.  
	Moralistically speaking, Ken Kendal had morals.  Sorta.  Kinda.  The unnatural desires to do naughty things to children and/or WITH children unraveled him.  He wasn’t so sure that he could—only in his mind.  What he wanted to do with Heather was also “only in his mind”, but; if the situation arose whereupon he COULD have some sort of fling with Heather—then he was all for it.
	Could that, too, ring true with having a fling with a young’un?
	Ken wasn’t sure.  
	If Heather and he were checking the doors of the warehouse and found one open—and they then went inside to check it out and upon finding no one about Heather then did lower her gray uniform trousers…
	If Ken on his own patrol in the back area came upon a young girl and boy having sex and the girl was cute…
	If…
	There were a lot of “If” possibilities and scenarios—all to some degree of perversion.  All came with a Price—morals—or a total lack there of.  Could Ken do it?  Could Ken do away with his moral integrity and submit to ultimate sin(s)?
	Stay tuned and find out…

*

Where the Horseflies Bite Part II
	Just as the insertion of the large diameter handle of one of her Daddy’s handtools made partial entry into her asshole AND her self-fucking gizmo began pleasing her cunny…
	“Ahem!” spoke a voice from the dark.
	Mary Ellen clenched tight the handle in her ass and nearly broke it off.
	Big Brother Jon(athon) stepped out to reveal himself.
	“Nice.” he said, commenting on Mary Ellen’s machine—it was a bicycle, part of a bicycle; there was the peddles and rear wheel assembly coupled with a stroke/bore piston action that when the peddles were in motion, the piston worked.  At the end of the piston was a makeshift hand carved cock.  It had a bulbous tip and was some eight inches long—most of which went nicely into Mary Ellen’s cock hungry cunt.

	“What the fuck are you doing?” Mary Ellen asked angrily slowly trying to gather herself and put away her machine.
	“I should ask you the same thing.” Jon chuckled.
	“Fuck you.” chirped back Mary Ellen.
	“Best not let Mommy or Daddy catch you cussin’ like that.”
	Mary Ellen was in a foul mood; there was no privacy no where.
	“Listen,” Jon said rubbing the heel of his hand to the bulge in his pants, “if you want fucked I can help.”
	Jon had a nice cock alright, but it came with a price—his cum.  Mary Ellen feared getting knocked up by her brothers, boyfriends, and it was the firm reason she had cut them off.  
	Jonathon released his adequate monster—it wasn’t too thick but it was long (7 inches).  
	“Not now,” Mary Ellen said, though, “I’m not in the mood.”
	This shocked and surprised her brother, “You looked like you were a moment ago.” he stated.  He moved toward her, stopping her from unassembling her fuck-me assembly.
	“Not now, Jonathon,” she said factly, “we’re going to get caught.”
	“You didn’t seem too worried about that, either.” Jonathon ran his hands over his nude sister.  Mary Ellen was getting pissed—she had been caught and knew it could have been worse—like say her Mommy or Daddy walking in on her.  She didn’t want sex with her brothers/boyfriends, but Jonathon though wasn’t forceful, his intent to get into her sex was something that wasn’t going to be stopped.
	So up against some bales of hay Mary Ellen was pressed and relented.  Sex with her brothers wasn’t bad, she only feared getting pregnant—THAT would be bad.  She had sucked their cocks and spread her cheeks, receiving the boys to alternate “holes” of pleasure.  She herself didn’t garner much pleasure from being fucked in the mouth or in the ass, but the boys did so she (and her sisters) let it be.
	Mary Ellen clung to the hay bale as big brother Jon’s cock slid into her crevice.  He WAS a good fuck, though, and he DID sheath his cock.  Mary Ellen actually had no problems having sex with her brothers, it was just—that whole pregnancy thing she couldn’t cope with--and she knew even with a covered cock it wasn’t one hundred percent assurance—but it was better than nothing.
	Just as Jonathon reached his goal and was blowing massive wads into the condom’s reservoir—
	“Oh shit, hell yeah!”
	“I knew there was a good reason for getting up so early.”

	Brothers Mason and Ben had come in—to do morning chores initially.  But once seeing their big brother Jonathon getting some early morning nookie—fuck those chores!
	Jonathon got his nuts off, drained his lizard and brought Mary Ellen to a manageable orgasm of her own.  After peeling off the condom he squirted the remainder of his load al over his sister’s quim, dousing her pubes and belly until there was no more. 
	Brother Mason and Ben stripped off their clothes and join in—although Mary Ellen hadn’t said that they could there would be no stopping them.  If she did, she’d be in just as much trouble as the boys had “dirt” on her about other things.  Blackmail in the family—wonderful!
	Mason stuffed his gangly prick into Mary Ellen’s mouth.  She didn’t mind so, but it was just that she had other things to do and wanted to do and goals and so on and so forth like that there.  Sexual romps with her brothers had been done for her a long time ago.  But for the boys, however, their sexual romps were never ending…
	Ben went down on his sister, licking her pussy clean before entering her with his fourteen year old cock.  It had been awhile since he had been in her and he was fired up ready.  Neither boy, though, came “equipped” with protection.  Too late, there would be no stopping them.
	Jonathon watched his brothers’ antics for a few minutes, then checked the door for any further intruders.  He saw a light on in the kitchen and smelled the coffee—he knew his Momma was up.  The Daddy would be right close behind her.
	“You don’t have much time.” Jonathon chimed out to his sibs.  He worked his organ a little then put it back where it belonged and hustled to bring in the eggs.  Mason and Ben had their chores to do and would do them—right after filling Mary Ellen to cum capacity.

	Just after lunch the Daddy took Mason and Ben on an errand into town and wouldn’t be back for awhile.  The Momma went off to visit a neighbor or two; she took along a basket filled with homemade preserves and she wouldn’t be back home for awhile, either.
	Erin and Elizabeth had scooted off to visit friends—their return was uncertain but they probably wouldn’t be back until nearly the evening meal. 
	And as for James Robert, he was most likely out hunting up parts for his jalopy—he was handcrafting a car.  It should be ready to go for when he was old enough to get his driver’s license—James was twelve.
	Mary Ellen was alone, sorta.  Big brother Jon locked away in his room writing, preparing himself for his first year at college.  

	She wasn’t bugged by what had happened in the barn earlier, a little, but not enough to seek revenge against her horndog brothers.  She had to admit that getting doinked by real cock was better than the makeshift fuck-me machine.  She wondered curiously what would have happened if her Daddy had of walked in on her…
	The kitchen was cleaned, one of those things that didn’t get put off until “some time later.”  When a meal was over the kitchen area was cleaned and that was that.  The kitchen was big, spacious with a large elongated table to seat the many Gallowys and usual evening meal family friend visitors.  Mary Ellen wondered about the great kitchen contemplating.
	Her cunny was moist and still anxious for “action.”  She knew that she could probably do something with Magic in the barn, take him out into the meadow, something.  But her cunny demanded more, yearned for more than a simple “rub” hump.  
	On the counter there was a bowl of fruit, specifically a small bunch of bananas.  She knew her friend (the one with the doggie) fucked herself with a banana, and virtually anything else that would fit in her.  Mary Ellen selected the longest curved fruit and began working her hand up and down it, like doing so to the shaft of a cock…
	Suddenly she found herself sucking it, like a cock.  Her panties got soaked and before she knew it she was laid out on the freshly cleaned table with her panties at her ankles, dress up, and banana working wonders into her fired up snatch!
	“Damn, Mary Ellen!”
	Not again!
	Mary Ellen flew up from the table in fright, but relieved that it was James Robert.  James had seen his sisters fingering themselves, he had helped on occasion, too.  Mostly (and usually) he fucked Elizabeth with a few humps to Erin and less humps to Mary Ellen.
	James stood rubbing the heal of his hand to his boner, eyes focused to Mary Ellen’s naughty business.  He had seen Erin fucking herself with a candle and Elizabeth humping a soda pop bottle, but couldn’t imagine anyone taking on a banana!
	“Come here.” Mary Ellen said to him.
	James obeyed and walked stiff leggedly to her.  Once he was at her side, staring down to the girl’s panties still at her ankles, then up to her exposed thighs, Mary Ellen “reached” for his boner.
	James liked.  A lot.

	James Robert had a lot going for him, not so much in the “looks” department, but he was pretty smart—not school smart, though.  He was very handy at fixing up things, mechanical wise.  He was the one that could pop right out with a Bible verse if someone was stuck trying to remember one and where it was (in the Bible.)  
	In school he was a “C” average student.
	In looks he was a backwoods boy with long brown hair down to his eyes and shoulders.  Kinda homely.  He was somewhat shy and usually kept to himself.  In the sky above, the trees, and the woods about him was where his head was at.
	James Robert Gallowy had a lot going for him, mostly it was his twelve year old cock.
	Jonathon had a cock, long and slender.
	Brother Mason had a nice cock, too—not as long but thicker than Jon’s.  Brother Ben had a cock, not too thick but almost as long as Jon’s.
	James Robert had a cock, for twelve it was SOME cock, six inches AND thick!  Mary Ellen was already at the point of orgasm when she had been walked in on, with James just guiding his tool against her fired up cunt she began to cum.  Her ass wriggled on the table as James began rubbing the head of his dong up and down her entrance.  Mary Ellen undone her blouse, freed her titties and opened her legs more.  James began dutifully guiding his prick into her love canal and neither knew that they were being watched…