August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Twelve
The Way of the Moone

“On a scale of 1-10—how important is sex to a guy?” Part Two
  	There’s nothing better than screwing one’s sister—unless it’s screwing TWO sisters!  Alex Keeton enjoyed very muchly banging sister Mallory—and she enjoyed getting banged.  Both were having sex with others; girlfriend for Alex, boyfriend for Mallory.  But sex with one another was tops and more thrilling—basically ‘cause it was so wrong to do so.
	And then there was Jennifer—the younger sibling.  Tsk tsk tsk.  Sinking his brotherly love tool into one sister was terrific as it was, sinking his brotherly love tool into TWO sisters was out of this world!  And they were so willing!
	One day, Alex was supposed to be participating at a school function for up and coming young republicans—but he ditched the function to participate in another favorite participation—banging his sisters.  Sneaking home early he found his sisters naked in bed together “gettin’ it on.”
	Of course, Mallory and Jennifer had done such a thing before—but with Alex present.  Alex didn’t bust them, he was intrigued and watched them from the crack in the door as the two nude lovelies romped on the bed.  Seventeen year old Mallory had a fantastic trim body and as she grinded her cunt against pre-teen sister, Jennifer, Alex saw something sticking out of Mallory’s ass.
	His curiosity got the better of him and he barged in surprising his sisters.  The startled girls broke in a slight panic as they thought it was their Mother.
	“Goddamnit Alex!” shouted Mallory.
	Jennifer, more reserved, gave Alex a startled very fearful look followed by one of repose.  
	Mallory had flung herself off of her sister and sat upright beside her, legs open.  Jennifer opened her legs and Alex began removing his clothes.  Going to the side of Mallory’s bed where Mallory was still recovering from being startled, Alex was still mighty curious about the “object” up Mallory’s ass.  He knew every now and then the girl had something up her ass, usually it was at the end of the month, though…

	Mallory took her brother’s cock and lovingly gave it a stroking.  Jennifer fingered herself then scooted up against Mallory smiling with a gleaming twinkle in her eye.  Both girls were incredibly remarkable in their looks and it gave great cause for Alex to love them as only a naughty horny brother could.
	When Mallory wrapped her lips about her brother’s love tool, sister Jennifer began working the “object” lodged up into Mallory’s asshole.  Mallory parted a leg as she moved partly on her side; Jennifer worked what looked like a candlestick in and out of Mallory’s pooper.  Alex was curious and soon was on the bed with his cock in Mallory’s cunt—Jennifer still working Mallory’s asshole.
	Alex found a new sensation—he could feel the candlestick shaped like a cock in his sister’s body; it made a unique feeling to be sure—kind of snugging up his sister’s already snug fitting cunt.  It was quite an event and made the sex between the siblings even more grand.
	When it came Jennifer’s turn, this after Alex unleashed a hurried torrent of brotherly love spunk in Mallory’s poon, Alex firstly went down on his sister, licking out her poon with his ass up in the air.  This gave Mallory the unheard of thought of sodomizing him inasmuch as he liked to sodomize them!
	Of course, Alex wasn’t too keen on that notion.
 	But he took it (in the ass) just the same…

	Alex found his siblings often engaged in sex acts—always with the candlestick shaped like a cock in one hole or another.  Mallory enjoyed shoving the phallic into her brother’s asshole, she really enjoyed it—Alex?  not so much.	  He enjoyed fucking his sisters—not being fucked.  
	He also enjoyed when Jennifer was on top of him—his cock nesting nicely into her quim, the candle-dick in her asshole; Mallory then began spanking Jennifer’s ass.
	The girls were into spanking—one another.
	Alex was learning more and more about girls—or at least his sisters.
	And if it wasn’t Alex busting his sisters having sex, it was their Mother.  Elyse Keeton came home from work early one day and she had to go back but came home for some reason and parked at the curb instead of in the drive.  Sneaky.  She came thru the kitchen door from the garage, too—sneakier.  When she heard noise from a bedroom she made an appearance and found son Alex underneath daughter Mallory.
	She was undoubtedly shocked but not dismayed.  Stunned but not alarmed.  “Oh my God!” she exclaimed losing some color.

	She stood at the door totally shocked (but not alarmed or dismayed); she wore a beige pantsuit, hailed from the New England area, was under 5’11” with proper weight and hailed from the era of the Flower Child.  She was hip, cool, with it, and the quintessential American Mom raising four children on her own.
	Alex was petrified—Mallory? not so much.
	“Mom, you’re home early.” squeaked the petrified Alex.
	“Mom, you’re home.” said a mono Mallory.
	There seemed to be almost a blasé approach to the “finding out” of the incestuous brother and sister.  Elyse looked from calm daughter Mallory to petrified son Alex.  “Maybe I should come home early more often!” stated Elyse and she moved into the room.
	Further putting young Alex into a state of petrifaction, Elyse began shucking her beige pantsuit.
	‘What the hell?’ quipped Alex to himself.  He blinked his eyes excessively in a feeble attempt to clear them.  Didn’t help.  He squeezed them tight and then sat nakedly in stunned awe as his Mom stripped down to her skin.
	“Mom!” he almost shrieked, “W-what are you doing!?”
	“If you’re going to screw your sisters, you’re going to screw me, too!”
	Alex nearly exploded.  (note she said “sisters…)
	Mallory was all smiles and gushing while Mom Elyse was all serious and glowing.  And naked.  Slowly she came onto the bed, tucking one leg under her; she wasn’t a bad dame, not for mid 40s and haggard by the woes of being a widowed Mother of four, holding down a corporate job, maintaining a home and something of a social life.  She looked good, short blond hair, a well tuned kept up body (thanks to the gym at the corporate office.)  
	Slowly did Mallory sneak her hand to her brother’s cock.  He was so mesmerized that he didn’t realize he was being manipulated—and how!  Mallory squeezed his gherkin and worked it back to stiff mode regardless of its owner’s presence of mind—or absence thereof.
	Then, before he knew it—his Mom was taking the place of Mallory!  His MOM was taking the place of Mallory—in all kinds of ways.  The First Way was manipulating his cock!
	At first he wasn’t sure that he liked it.
	Then he did.  He couldn’t believe it, it couldn’t be believed—his Mom’s hand was about his johnson working it to a serious stiffness AND HE LIKED IT.  His Mom had a unique touch; Alex somewhat thrusted his pelvis towards her leaning his shoulders back and reeling in the handjob.

	And from “handjobbing” to laying out on the bed—spreading her legs, and inviting her son to “take her.”  Her son stared in bombastic awe and had to be “tugged” into place by Mallory.  Alex was just totally lambasted and couldn’t think straight—but he saw his Mom, naked, laying spread out underneath him with his naked sister guiding his throbbing aching hard-on into place.  
	Cum was already beginning to spurt even before penetration.
	Mallory caressed his ass while Alex eased his cock into the cunt that had bore him sixteen years earlier.  Slowly did it go in, Mallory continued to caress his ass—even spank it; Elyse caressed his arms and back and maneuvered herself to better accept her son’s love tool.
	The fucking soon commenced and Alex no longer cared that it was his own Mom he was screwing.  And Elyse certainly didn’t seem to care so why should Alex?  It still was a battle, though; screwing one’s own Mom willingly just wasn’t the norm.  But it felt SOOOOOOO unbelievably good!
	Alex wasn’t an expert at screwing despite the many times he and Mallory (and then Jennifer) he had coupled with.  Elyse didn’t mind, she spread her legs and accepted her son’s schlong and incest was a loving family.
	Alex still enjoyed sliding his cock into his sisters and he had a hard time deciding who was the better fuck.  Usually it was Mallory just because she was older and a little more experienced.  But Jennifer had a nice body herself and a very delightful tight pussy.
	Taking the candlestick dildo in his ass, though, was a bit much.
	But he loved having sex with his sisters!
	There was more mind boggling family matters for young Alex to discover.  That came about when he was supposed to be at a young republican’s rally downtown.  He was there in attendance but after rubbing up against Miranda Mullins he had to come home (and blast off.)  Miranda was a nice girl, very well educated, seventeen and destined to leave high school a year early for college.  She was a staunch Republican and had some pretty features about her.  She smelled wondrous and wore a nice Summery dress.  Alex standing behind her enjoyed watching her bounce around shouting in jubilation at the speakers at the podium rallying the crowd.  During some of that jumping up and down elation, Miranda accidentally bounced herself up against the every horny incestuous Alex.  It drove the young teen crazed and his cock would not go down not even a little.  He had to sink it into a family member and that was all there was to it.
	Racing home he slipped thru the house hoping to catch his sisters in the act of doing something naughty.  He walked in on Mallory and Andy…

	“What the hell?” Alex exclaimed with mouth agape.
	“Hi Alec!” announced a happy (and naked) five year old Andy.
	Andy was naked on top of Mallory—who was also naked.
	“What’s going on?” Alex asked for clarity.
	“We’re playing house!” replied Andy.
	Mallory was embarrassed and unable to explain anything.
	“Just come join us.” she managed to say.
	“J-join you!” stammered Alex.  He was in a tizzy and couldn’t move.
	“Yeah,” said little Andy, “come play house with us!” he was so cute, so chipper, so naked.  Mallory was giggling and blushing and she turned onto her side saying, “You can come to thru the back door.”
	A hole was a hole.  
	As Alex calmed himself and kicked off his shoes, he watched as Mallory toyed with little Andy’s little dick.  Alex found his own dick throbbing hard—he still could smell Miranda’s hair and it enticed him—enticed him to strip off his clothes and climb onto the bed.  He had a million questions but he couldn’t get any of them to formulate to make words.  Mallory pulled a butt cheek and beheld a mysterious face.  Alex got behind his sister and began gouging her “backdoor.”  Little Andy was manipulated to her front door and Mallory Keeton was sandwiched.

	Of course, Mallory wasn’t the only one having an extra relationship with the youngest Keeton; once more, Alex ever the sneak snuck home hoping to catch his sisters involved with one another.  He caught, instead, Jennifer with Andy—in the bathroom.  On the surface she was giving Andy a bath.  Not a big deal and a nice sisterly thing to do.  On the other hand, Jennifer was naked…
	Andy ever the greeter perked up and said “HI Alec!”
	Alex was once more taken aback and stunned.  Would the insanity ever stop!?  Probably not…
	“What are you doing?” Alex asked the stupid question—he had to.
	“Give Andy a bath.” replied Jennifer.  She was doing a little more than that; oral copulation was the “little more.”  Andy stood with his little pecker sticking straight out and being all giggly as sister Jen stroked the little member, fondled his balls, caressed his butt, and then “went down” on him.
	Alex shook his head and stripped off his clothes…
	In the bathtub, Jennifer took care of Andy’s puddling by sucking while behind her, Alex took care of his puddling by cramming it into his sister’s cornhole—and that’s where their Mother found them…

*
“Barney’s Balls”
	One day in the park, there was Barney—and his balls.  Barney had the biggest balls and everyone loved his big balls; they came in different colors and sizes.  The kids of the park especially loved Barney’s big balls and they all wanted to play with them.
	Little Amanda saw Barney and came running up to him,
	“HI BARNEY!” she shouted in glee.
	“Hi Amanda!” Barney returned.
	“May I play with your balls, please?” Amanda asked politely.
	“Of course you may,” Barney said giggling, “play with them all you like but be careful not to play with them too hard.”
	“You’ve got the best balls!” Amanda said and happily began playing with Barney’s big balls.

The Boss is Who?
	She was cute—especially naked.  After the incident in the laundry room with her Dad, young Jonathan made every effort to keep a vigil on Samantha.  Damn if she weren’t cute! (especially naked!)
	Moved in family friend Samantha Macelli like to go naked about the house and lounge in the backyard all stark and sometimes up on the roof from an access hatch from the attic—before she realized that planes passing overhead could probably see her.
	Sure she was twelve and months away from being thirteen, but Jonathan at ten didn’t care.  He was most naïve and not thinking ahead when Sam’s body would begin to grow and her “parts” become then therefore more enhanced.  Jonathan liked her as she was—especially naked!
	One day, Jonathan was in the laundry room located in the basement when Samantha came down with a small load of laundry of her own.
	“What are you doing?” Samantha asked.  She was sooooo pretty!  That lovely curly hair of brown hung down to her shoulders, she was sort of refined but teetered on trying to be a “girl” as well as maintain her happiness in being as tomboy.  She had come from the mean streets of Chicago and was a bit of a scrapper, another reason why her naughty Daddy got them out and into the family friend’s abode.
	“Just some stuff.” Jonathan said.
	Jonathan and Sam regarded one another as sort of semi brother and sister—with Sam regarding Jonathan as a pest.  He was alright in the beginning but that lasted about a month.

	Jonathan stood clad in his underwear—which was no big deal ‘cause mostly and usually he liked to go about in his undies when he could get away with it.  Sam held her clothing to herself—it was an odd relationship just living in someone else’s house; Samantha didn’t know Angela all that well—or her son, Jonathan and she felt a little uncomfortable.  But she dealt with it as best she could and tolerated the feelings that made her ill at ease.
	“You probably should wait until my Dad comes home from the store.”
	Jonathan seemed a little disturbed—more than usual.  With a heavy sigh he turned slightly to reveal his laundry—his soiled laundry.  A big wet spot was on his jeans.  Samantha’s first reaction was—“ewewewe!” but then she felt sorry for him; she had heard that the boy had had a bed wetting problem up until he was eight and Daddy Tony suspected he still did “occasionally.”
	“Well,” Sam said stepping up to the washer, “just put your clothes in and we’ll just use the rinse cycle, then you put them in the dryer.”
	Jonathan wasn’t a bad looking kid—she just had to live with him and he was two years younger than she.  Jonathan dumped his pants into the washer and then stood being somewhat embarrassed.
	Samantha dumped a pair of pants into the washer herself (and surreptitiously a pair of soiled undies!)  Then, while up against the washer setting the function dial to RINSE she could just see that Jonathan had apparently wet underwear.  He had pissed himself!
	Sam tugged in her lower lip thoughtfully and pulled the function dial out to start the cycle.  “Well, you should put your undies in, too.”
	Jonathan slowly looked up to her—he WAS cute!  Sam felt a strangeness, an embarrassment.  She remained as she was and noted that Jonathan seemed to be having difficulty shucking his undies and the washer tub was filling up.  She turned and went to her knees; Jonathan just instinctively turned to face her.
	“You had an accident?” Sam presumed.
	The sweet little boy nodded—he was greatly embarrassed.
	Sam sighed and didn’t admit that she had done the same thing.
	With her fingers to the elastic waist band she gingerly tugged the soiled undies down.  Sam’s eyes of fantastic brown went from Jonathan’s handsome little round face with bowl shaped sandy brown hair down to his little puddling that had just popped out from his pissed in shorts.
	Sam had changed into new clothes and cleaned herself before sneaking her clothes to the washer.  Jonathan hadn’t thought of that step—or had he?

	Once his undies were down he stepped out of them and Samantha tossed the underwear into the washer and then closed the lid.
	“What’ll we do now?” Jonathan asked.
	Sam smiled and gently began tugging on her “brother’s” pud…

I know what you’re doing—and I like it!
	“Do you like that?” 
	What a stupid question!  The boy couldn’t answer, though, but stared at Samantha’s handiwork.  She did a better job at pleasing himself than he did!  She had a loving touch and very muchly did he like.
	Sam worked Jonathan’s schlong, it wasn’t very big but it was ok.  She worked it—worked it—worked it and then worked it some more.  Jonathan had hairless tezzies, too; Samantha fondled them as well as rubbed his sweet little butt.
	Jonathan raised his head looking into Sam’s eyes.  There was something there—something between them—blossoming, growing.  Sam tugged in her lower lip again and felt a huge wave of strange feelings of emotions she had only had once before—when she stripped off her clothes with her Daddy present just days earlier.
	Jonathan had been there, too, hiding under the stairs.  He carried the image of Sam and her Daddy naked doing sex.  As Sam stroked his puddling a strange new feeling thrived within him.
	“Something’s happening!” Jonathan announced.
	Sam smiled, “I know.” she then replaced working the boy’s cock with her hand to working the boy’s cock with her mouth.  Seemed the thing to do.

	After blowing young Jonathan’s mind by blowing (sucking) his cock, Sam slipped off her shirt, bra, and then pushed down her pants.  Jonathan’s eyes never left her; he watched intently as she removed each article of clothing—he was most fascinated with her panties, though.  For a moment or two his eyes of shinning blue locked onto her freshly bared titties, then as she tugged her pants down his eyes darted to see her standing in her panties of off-pink with a floral print.
	His cock that had just recently blew off a sensational load of young boy spunk rushed to stiffness again.  While being sucked and his subsequent explosion in Samantha’s mouth, Jonathan experienced incredible sensation never before experienced.  He liked it.  He caused him to flip out all over and become tingly.  He had never “cum” before and wasn’t even aware that he was—to him, it felt like having a real good pee.

	Slowly did Samantha slide her panties down.  Up close and personal was Jonathan’s view of his “sister.”  
	“Wow.” he managed to mutter.
	Sam blushed and stepped out of her clothes.  Jonathan stroked his little boner and stared-stared-stared.  Sam stood before him letting him have his look, then after a brief fingering of her sex while standing she laid down on her clothes opening her legs wide.
	Jonathan stared and stared and stared.  His mind was totally blown with a smile etched on his young handsome face that would be near permanent.  It took Samantha to pull him down to her.  Then she positioned him onto her; Jonathan grinded his cock against Sam’s sex until finally it just slipped in on its own.
	It was more fantastic than being in her mouth!
	Sam found thrill with the event, too…
	From then on, whenever possible, feasible, safe and secure, Samantha and Jonathan got naked and engaged in sexual relations al la brother-sister.  Jonathan’s Mom was a punctual type person and generally always called ahead when she was leaving the office coming home.  The call was for security reasons and to find out if she needed to stop at the grocery store on the way in.
	Samantha’s Dad, Tony, was a college man and spent many hours therefore not home until dinner time.  But sometimes he got out of class early or didn’t participate in extra curricular activities or socialize with classmates and professors and came home unexpectantly.
	So getting naked and engaging in sexual rompings was a risk.  But still Sam and Jon did so—streaking thru the house chasing one another even venturing out into the backyard and having sex in the open.  Mostly (and usually) though, they engaged in sex acts in the kitchen, living room, bathroom, basement, and their bedrooms.
	In the basement; Sam was on her young lover driving his young puddling into her hot sex as much as possible—all unaware that her Daddy had indeed come home “unexpectantly.”
	Catching his daughter and “son” engaging in sex wasn’t a shocker, it was almost expected.  Tony and Sam were still having engagements now and then with the last engagement Tony getting his way up into his daughter’s asshole while everyone else in the house slept.
	As Sam rode Jonathan, the sneaky Tony watched them with his cock out—his eyes focused strongly on his daughter’s lovely-lovely body.  For twelve, Samantha had a nice-nice body.  Very nice.

	About an hour later and the two naughty siblings came up to the kitchen to find Tony in the midst of making dinner.  They were dressed, minus their underwear and were a little shocked to find that they had been having sex when they weren’t alone.  To Sam, though, it wasn’t a big deal and she didn’t particularly worry about it.  She DID worry, however, how Jonathan’s Mom, Angela, would feel if she should find them out.
	Jonathan amscrayed to the upstairs hall bathroom half expecting Samantha to come follow on his heels and possibly join him.  She didn’t, though, she caught the smile on her Daddy’s face.  She knew that smile, he was either up to something or knew something.
	“H-how long have you been here?” she inquired quietly.
	“Long enough.” he replied.
	Sam made way slowly along the counters to where the evening meal was being prepared and helped herself to some samplings.  Her Daddy “at-at” her warning her to hold off until the appointed dinner time.  When he turned to face her for a hug—Sam noted his massive erection.
	Coyly she massaged the organ and not caring that Jonathan was in the house she went to her knees.  Tony looked to the door separating the kitchen and living room and then the backdoor where the walkway went to the driveway alongside the house.
	All future thoughts of security were dashed when daughter Sam took out his massive erection, admired it, kissed the shaft and then the bulbous tip before taking the whole thang into her mouth and sucking.  
	With her fingers wrapped about the prong, using both hands to do so, Sam engulfed the manly manhood and devoured him wholly.  Her Daddy rocked on the balls of his feet and Sam cupped the ones dangling between his legs.
	“Oh Sam!” cried out Tony and he began to rock his hips getting off.
	Sam sucked and sucked and sucked, then pulled back smacking her lips.  Though her Daddy was pleased, and Sam was somewhat pleased, she wanted more pleasure and sucking cock wasn’t fulfilling enough.  She stood and stripped off her clothes in one fell swoop.  Tony didn’t care that they weren’t alone and Sam hopped up onto dinning table presenting herself.
	Tony went straightaway to her young pre-teen cunny, fingering it and finding it amazing moist.  But of course, he knew why.  He continued to grin and took great pleasure in fingering his not-so-innocent daughter.  Sam lay back with her legs dangling over the edge of the table—she didn’t want fingered she wanted fucked!

	Tony fingered-fingered-fingered and then went down to get a taste.
	Sam wriggled on the table gushing (and gushing).  The more she wriggling (and gushed) the more her Daddy licked her pussy and licked hard!  A finger went up into her fresh fucked poop chute, too.  All over the girl’s poon Tony engulfed the slickening poon until the fever pitch increased exponentially.  Tony stood and after waggling his cock a bit he pressed it against his daughter’s cunt, gouging it up and down the slicked up entrance before easing it inward.
	Samantha gripped the table twisting her body about as inch by inch her pussy was thrilled beyond measure.  On and on it went with Tony sliding near every inch of his lengthy prong in.  Then, grinning, he slowly began pulling out.  
	On the table, Sam continued to twist and become vocal as her young cunny was tantalized beyond her capacity to control herself.  Tony’s eyes feasted on those two gorgeous young breasts; with one hand cupping her ass his other hand went to her breasts to squeeze the mound and then twist the nipple.
	Suddenly the door from the living room flew open with young Jonathan bounding in saying “So what’s for dinner?” when he saw what was happening on the dinner table he stopped dead cold with jaw dropping.
	“WHOA!” he announced in stunned awe.
	Sam was only so-so surprised but not alarmed; Tony was not alarmed but was surprised.  It would have been different had it been the boy’s Mom, Angela.
	Samantha tapped the table, “come up here.” she said.
	Slowly Jonathan came to the table but before he climbed up Sam said,
	“Take off your clothes first, silly!”
	Jonathan looked to Tony, Tony slowly continued making love to his daughter and gave the young tyke a wink “it’s alright” in the conveyance.  So Jonathan slipped off his clothes but hesitated at sliding down his underwear—but then he did and climbed up onto the table.
	Sam cupped his nuggets and tugged him to her.  Once right at her face the girl took his cock and began sucking.  Tony stepped up his efforts in fucking with a new lease due to the naked Jonathan getting sucked off on by Samantha.
	Later that eve it was hard to control themselves during dinner with Angela present; lots of snickering and being fidgety.  Luckily, Angela was on a spiel about her day and so she didn’t notice her family’s bizarre behavior.  That would come later…

	Later that night after the family were in bed, Samantha crept into her Daddy’s room for a “visit.”  She slipped off her pajamas and not wearing anything else she eased into his bed and found his mazza extremely hard.  It made Sam smile and feel giddy all over; she began working the love tool while resting her head on her Daddy.
	“You liked it with Jonathan, huh?” Sam asked.
	Tony didn’t answer but reeled in getting the handjob.
	Samantha squeezed his cock—she knew—she knew that he liked seeing Jonathan getting his winkine sucked.  Or was it that he just liked seeing Jonathan naked?  Hmmm
	As the tumultuous moment began to announce itself, Sam brought her head down to kiss on her Daddy’s cock first and then take it into her mouth as the jutting spunk began to spew.  She gobbled the whole thang and then swallowed.

The family that lives together fucks together, too
	Down the hall, Angela lay snuggling with her son.  Just minutes earlier he had been peeing and the lid fell on his wiener.  As usual, when he took a pee he usually left the door open—only closing it if he was dropping a load.  Angela was “just happening by” when the incident occurred.  Jonathan stood with eyes wide staring at his banged cock.
	Angela ever the caring mother rushed in to give aid…
	The aid was in the form of gentle caressing of the injured schlong, then a close visual inspection and when the ten year old’s ding-dang-doodle got hard there was nothing for Angela to say as her son’s tears dripped down his face, “Do you want Momma to kiss it make it feel better?” she usually kissed all his booboos…
	Jonathan nodded with repeated nods of his head in excited delight at the anticipation.  A blowjob from Sam was one thing—how would it be with a blow from his own Mom!?
	Not bad—accordingly.  Angela took the cock and sucked and sucked and sucked—she managed to take the whole meat whistle and its accompanying hairless nuggets into her mouth fully driving the young boy into delirium.
	He liked—a lot!
	After sucking they slipped to her room where Angela brought her young son into her bed.  Both were clad in their appropriate pajamas—but not for long.  Outside a storm was brewing—not a horrific storm but one that was bad enough.  Rain, wind, and accompanying noise of thunder with brilliant flashes of lightning.
	As the storm raged outside a new storm was brewing inside.
	Jonathan snuggled against his nude Mom; she caressed his own nude body trying to hold back a diabolical urge.  But the urge was there and would not be quelled—and as the storm began to diminish, Angela’s storm began to swell.
	Surprisingly, Angela found her young son awake.  After some needful stretching Angela carefully maneuvered her young naked son who had a hard-on into position.  He was on top of her with his little cherry popper against her sex.  She knew it was wrong—wrong-wrong-wrong.  But it was so good, too!
	Gripping his naked ass she helped him firstly grind against her entrance.  It was in hopes that the grinding would satiate her sexual need.  Angela knew, though, that that was a feeble thought at best.  What she needed was cock—preferably a nice throbbing hard candy.  The tip of his cane was slippery with seminal fluid.  Angela had tasted his cum in her mouth—she was aware of his “nocturnal emissions” as per evidence of the soilage in his underwear and bed sheets.
	Wasn’t he too young to cum?  He was ten, Angela got a small amount of his spew in her mouth—was it potent?  He was ten, was he mature enough to get a girl pregnant?  She did yearn to have his cum squirting into her mouth AND yearned to have his cock humping the hell out of her pussy.  But to cum?  She was either going to have to get herself fixed or get her son condoms.

	Then there was the day when…
	Angela had had a hell of a day; the printer at work died.  It just up and died and refused to be brought back to life.  An account Angela thought for sure she had wrapped up went to a rival company—Angela was in advertising and it was a cutthroat business to be in.	
	An argument with a co-worker and someone nicked/dinged her car door.  Plus the rent was going up in the complex she worked as well as the parking space rent PLUS the city was closing the road to parking along the curb while they did repairs to the questionable road.  
	It wasn’t the greatest of days—plus she spilled fuel onto her brand new pumps while fueling her car at the service station trying to save by doing it herself instead of the full service.  The guys at the Full Service didn’t mind if they got fuel on their shoes, not many wore Italian pumps.
	At 3PM Angela had had enough.  Usually she kept vigil at work until 5-5:30PM.  Not today.  Fuck it.  Enough was enough and she clocked out early and came home.

	She had, too, managed to get printer ink toner on her favorite beige jacket.  Though she had taken measures to keep it from staining and potentially ruining the garment it needed tender care.  Naturally, of course, her dry cleaners was closed for remodeling and she didn’t feel like dealing with strangers at any other facility so she would take it home and do the job herself.
	She was not quite prepared for what she found in the basement—but she was not alarmed or surprised.  She had a feeling that her son and best friend’s husband’s daughter were fooling around.  It was only natural and expected.
	From her vantage point at the top of the stairs Angela squatted watching as firstly Samantha was on top, legs bent in the frog position riding Jonathan.  The boy’s hands were all over Sam’s arms and sides and ass; Sam had a decent body for twelve—she was cute and Angela wondered who seduced who?
	After a few minutes of humping, Sam rose up and laid out on her clothes on the basement floor.  Jonathan lay up against her fingering her pussy and sucking on her titties.  Samantha fondled Jonathan’s cock and balls and then tugged him into position on top of her.  The boy went right to work sinking his puddling into her coochie and commencing to fuck up a storm.
	Before being found out, Angela backed up into the kitchen and found another stain—between her legs.  She was in quite a state and removed her slacks and panties.  Her state of mind put her to begin fingering herself and somehow keeping herself from racing downstairs and joining in on the fun the kids were having.  Why should they have all the fun?
	Just as she was reaching a quality orgasm while standing at the sink counter—who should waltz in from the living room but Tony.  Of course!
	“Oh my God!” said Angela whirling around almost spinning herself to the floor.  “W-what are you doing here?” she was in a near panic state of being.
	“I-I live here.” Tony replied.
	“It’s early—y-you’re home early.”
	“It’s Four, I’m usually home this time.”
	Angela had lost track of the time—and still remained clad merely in her off-white blouse and bra.  Nothing else but jewelry and perfume.
	“I-I can explain.” Angela said still in a state of panic.
	Tony massaged the heel of his hand to his suddenly sprouting bulge.
	“It’s ok.” he smiled.

	Tony had strong Italian features about him, a sway, a swagger, a smile, and those eyes!  Those eyes!  He WAS handsome; he had poise, was going to college to better himself; he could cook, clean house, and was great with Jonathan as a stand-in father.
	Angela didn’t move—she couldn’t, she was pinned in a corner of the counters and glued to the tiled floor.  Tony “swaggered” over to the nearly naked woman and though she didn’t notice him doing so—he came unto her nakedly.
	Then he came unto her nakedly.
	Angela felt the sudden need to pee but her womanness was filled to amazing capacity with the presence of some Italian sausage.  A unique feeling swept over her body; Tony removed her blouse and bra with an expert flare.  Their bodies meshed and mouths met—Angela hungrily gave herself to Tony—it had been a long time coming.
	Tony’s beaver buster filled Angela’s needs and then some—she shivered and her world was rocked to the core.
	“Oh my God, Tony,” she blurted, “fuck me, fuck me-fuck me-for the love of God FUCK ME!”
	Who was Tony to turn down a request like that?
	Taking the woman to his body, clenching her tightly he drove his beef bayonet and fulfilled the woman’s fantasies (and then some.)  To say that they “fucked up a storm” would be an understatement.  Right there in the corner of the kitchen against the counter they humped a festival of humping like no other time either of them had ever done; Angela wrapped her legs about Tony’s waist and endured the greatest fuck she had ever had.
	Which was how Samantha and Jonathan found them…

*

On the scale of horror
	Aike Tripp had a problem.  A serious problem—a family problem.
	Cajus Joplis had a solution.
	Aike was living with Cajus.  The living arrangements were suitable, the remoteness of the mobilehome in the rustic area in the shadows of the Soccoro Mountains was just fine.  No one knew where he was—including the powers that be that were supposed to know where he was.  Months prior, Aike had found his freedom curtailed as his pre-teen daughter turned him in for molesting her.  

	Then, by a glitch and operator error, Aike was released.  It was a mistake and quickly realized by the powers that be—but too late, Aike was gone and in the sanctity of friend Cajus.  Luckily they shared the same likes—young girls and boys for sexual pleasure.  Aike had not officially molested his daughter, Karin; he had called her to come lay on the bed with him—she just coming out of the shower and making way to her bedroom at the time.  Many times.  Karin was in the habit of going nude from the hall bathroom to her bedroom; a quick towel dry, leaving her clothes on the floor of the bathroom then go slip into new clothes in her bedroom.
	She obeyed her Daddy, of course, and came to lay with him.  But he was nude, too, and the experience made her uncomfortable. Aike claimed he never had out and out sex with her, no penetration—just fingering and rubbing.  But the experienced made the girl uncomfortable and with her disabled Mom of no help and actually goading the experience along—the girl went to her Mom’s parents and aunt of whom she had a good rapport with her grandparents (and aunt, her Mom’s older sister).
	Aike was hauled away, locked away, his house thrashed, and wife also taken away but she was disabled confined to a wheelchair and sunk into a deep depression which eventually ended in the taking of too many pills ending to a sad conclusion.
	After his premature release from the pokey—which was supposed to be a stint of some sixteen years for molestation of his daughter and the incredible amount of porn on his computer, he hooked up with best friend Cajus and conspired to make things right.
	Er, right for Aike and his vengeance.

	10301 West Vina Cava Way 
	The target house was the third one in from the park street end where a fenced park with a sunken ball field was.  With no game in progress the huge towering light towers were off making the area dark.  The only street lights were the ones at the next street up from the target street and the other one south of it.
	A front street was at the opposite end; the area was comprised of modest midlevel moderate income housing.  The target house was Aike’s in-laws and where his daughter resided.  
	Cajus parked his old prospector’s truck alongside the curb on Berry St. and had an angle o’ sight to the target house.  Cajus had a plan and Aike was all for it—he had no love for the in-laws (or his wife’s sister.)  

	Being late at night meant nothing security wise; in the day and age of the EMAD plague, communities as a whole had gone to lengths to ensure the safety and security of their neighborhoods.  Of course, there was always the criminal element who were one step ahead of that route.  Cajus had a plethora of electronic equipment picking out all the security cameras and sensors in the immediate area.  Once the security measures had been identified—they were then eliminated.
	Neighbors were the next security risk but the lateness of the night somewhat ensured relative security there.  Not a lot of young people, mostly retired or nearly retired peoples who “retired” to bed early.  
	Still, though, stealth was the way to go.
	Clad in special military grade dark clothing the two men stole their way to the target house.  The house was secure with alarms and other measures to ensure the residents security.  Aike had been to the house many times and knew the layout well.  He was also aware of where the security boxes were and the power cabinet.
	When those two measures were in Cajus’ control, “breaking and entering” was the next phase.  The backdoor was the place; Aike knew of the secret place where there was a key—often times he and his wife had stole to the house for hanky and panky and she knew of where the key was.
	Once inside they made way stealthily to the target bedroom of the in-laws.  Revenge would be sweet.  Cajus had detailed the plan of vengeance to his friend and Aike was all for it.  
	Down the hall was the other target bedroom.
	Aike shut the in-laws’ bedroom door.  Cajus kicked the bed bringing to life the in-laws James and Geri.  They were startled and uncertain and in the thought that it was their granddaughter possibly.
	Nope.
	Before James could get out “What the--” he was doomed.
	Geri threw her head back and made some sort of audible sound that was cut short.  She twitched some and seemed to fight the effects of her mind being overtaken by an electronic mind altering device.  With the press of a button issuing forth more mind altering power the woman attempts of having a free mind were nipped.
	Aike switched on the lights, the drapes and curtains were already drawn.  There were no security measures to contend with in the bedroom.  There was a little trouble getting James and Geri to follow commands, they were basically zombies and were stunned in the mind.  They heard the commands in their minds but were unable to comprehend fully enough to follow thru.  So Cajus and Aike had to undress the two them ownselves.

	It wasn’t a pleasant task as both in-laws were in their mid 60s.
	But the deed was done.
	Cajus then got on the home computer and began filling it with porn.  Lots and lots of porn but porn that was generally acceptable and not the illegal kind.  The kicker was, though, the implementation of Satanic references.  
	On the desk, dresser, and floor—candles were placed.  Certain candles on those of the Satanic cult would be familiar with.  Hidden in the closet were outfits, clothing and special jewelry.  Lots of evidence suggesting an alternate non-maintstream lifestyle not accommodating to the norm of society whereas a young girl from a troubled home should be.
	Then, the real fun came with James and Geri being positioned on their bed.  A jack-off machine was used on James—getting him hard with stimuli transmitted to his foggy brain.  Cajus learned by the EMAD that though James despised Aike for molesting Karin—he DID like seeing her naked.  James liked seeing any girl naked of any age, but mostly “of age” being that girls in their teens or pre-teens.
	Cajus was unable to get any further information of pertinent interest but that was ok.  After getting a sufficient amount of jiz from the old man’s pecker he got the man to lay out on the bed with his wife positioned on top of him in a 69er position.  They were glued into that position—and then Geri was branded on the ass by an electric branding iron.  Aike took pleasure in administering that punishment.
	He then sodomized the woman with a cattle prod sending her into a cardiac arrest.  As she twitched and contorted oddly, Aike took a turn at her ass with his cock.  Cajus continued loading Satanic items of interest onto the computer; Satanic books and other items all related to Satanism were scattered and stowed about the bedroom with a pentacle hidden under the carpeting.
	Aike finished with Geri and used special cleanup measures to remove evidence of his being there.  Then he and Cajus went to visit Karin.

	Karin was a sound sleeper, always had been.  Aike told of being able to go to her room and strip her down and she never knew.  He could lay against her and finger her out, open her legs and hump until cumming all over her pussy and even onto her mouth all without her knowing.  He had only hoped as she got older that she would be willing to participate.  Unfortunately she had not.
	Karin barely awoke and even when she did she was confused.  The EMAD of Cajus’ barely had to be used.  The girl was subdued and Aike whisked her away to the truck leaving his friend behind to finish up.
	In the truck Karin started to come around; but she was tied up and gagged so her fussing wouldn’t amount to much.  Aike smacked her butt hard and whispered harshly to her “settle down!”
	Karin recognized her Daddy’s voice, he had been gone from her life only a few months.  She was instantly awake and truly petrified.  She started struggling and then there was a sudden earth shattering explosion.  
	The house on Vina Cava Way had suddenly exploded into hurried flames.  For a moment Aike was concerned for his friend then the driver’s side door opened.  The interior light had been disabled so Aike didn’t see the burns and blood on his friend’s face.
	“Sweet Mother of God!” Aike said.
	Cajus wiped his face and sat back in the seat—the house on 10301 West Vina Cava Way no longer existed as a residence.  Fire trucks could be heard screaming into the night.  
	“Time to go.” Cajus said and he fired up the old truck and with the lights off he pulled safely away.

Getting to know you
	Just after the rays of the morning sun gently kissed the wind blown sand of the upper desert, activity began in the remote home located there.  Cajus Joplis sat naked in the large expanded living room stroking his cock smiling at the clothed fifteen year old Marissa Bartell.  Visibly the girl shook and shuddered as she seemingly tried to fight off the effects affecting her infected mind.
	But it was useless and submission was the only way to go.  She complied with the man’s commands with the stipulation that she would not be physically harmed—somehow, though, in the back of her infected mind, she knew that that was probably untrue.
	With a heavy sigh, closing her pretty eyes of blue, the girl undressed herself.  It wasn’t her first time.  Already she had been raped and assaulted from behind as she was on her hands and knees just days earlier.  The man had been a little rough with her, spanking and forcing her to suck him.  Being violated was one thing, surviving was another.
	Slowly she stripped for him, he seemed to derive some sort of weird pleasure in watching a girl undress.  Her top came off, no bra, and she let it drop to the dirty green shag carpet.  

 	The man sat on a crappy green tattered sofa, legs open masturbating.  Behind him was a large window with heavy curtains, the curtains were open revealing a large expanse of desert beyond.  Marissa had no idea where she was and sighed again as she pushed down her tight pants.  She figured sort of that it was probably the tight pants she had just bought that had caught the man’s attention.  She wasn’t sure, but she knew that if she DID happen to survive the man’s pleasures and be released like he promised—she would never-ever again wear tight pants.
	Just to her knees.  Just to her knees the man wanted her tight pants to go—then to stand for a moment before pushing down her purple panties.  The previous incident the man had removed her underwear himself and assaulted her with great veracity.  She had no idea what his intentions were for her but she had little choice but to comply.  ‘do what you’re told and you wont be hurt.’ the man had said to her.  The man seemed serious and she already knew he was forceful and very determined to ‘have his way’ with her.
	After pausing a moment standing, Marissa got the head nod and she pushed her panties on to reveal herself to him (once more.)  Then she stood and fingered herself while standing, rubbed her ass, fondled her breasts, and told him of her sexual history.
	Revealing her history she regarded as most private was not only horrifying and vile but weird.  Why was the man so curious about what she did and with whom?  But the man wanted to know and if it saved her from being physically harmed in some way then so be it.
	Marissa had three brothers.  Adam was the oldest at eighteen.  Then there was Bobby at sixteen and Calvin at twelve.  There was the typical “touchy-feely” amongst them with Marissa doing a little more with brother Calvin than the others.  With Calvin the two enjoyed mutual masturbation and other forms of sexual gratification—sex in other words.  Brother Calvin was Marissa’s first sexual experience. 
	They were both very frightened with the blood coating them but got over it and continued pleasing one another “occasionally.”  Brother Bobby caught them in the act and joined in but he was already sexual active with a girlfriend—it was just the point of scoring with one’s own sister that was the thing.
	Brother Adam never got more than a handjob and to rub his cock against her pussy and ass.  Adam was a bit of a jerk at times, an ass, and the younger siblings didn’t like him much.  Brother Bobby upon entering his middle teen years--Marissa caught him having sex with his best friend…

	Zane McShaw was Marissa other sexual involvement.  A boy her age they had sex at school under the bleachers at the football field.  They also did it at Zane’s house in his bedroom and then in the shower afterwards.  
	Willy Tomas got a piece of her when she was at Summer camp the previous year, he was a camp counselor and they had secret sex every day for the last four days of the event.
	Tobis Johnson was the last boy to “get some”.
	With her panties down, the fingering of her pussy and fondling of her breasts, the man was pleased—but wanted more pleasure and had the girl step out of her clothes and come to him.  Marissa had difficulties breathing, thinking, moving; it felt like cement blocks on her feet—a tremendous weight holding her back.  She knew what was to come and though she was “sexual active” it was with boys her age, boys she liked, and willing.
	Poised at the naked masturbating man she stood before him for his delight.  Then he nodded in some sort of approval and she went to her knees.  He wasn’t a vile man to look at, basically he was hairless including his testicles.  He had long raggedy hair, a long narrow jaw line, and physically speaking he was in good shape.
	Marissa’s eyes focused on the man’s erection.  God it was HUGE!  She couldn’t believe that he had gotten into her.  She had never been fucked in the ass(hole), the guys she had been with had fingered her hole and attempted penetration there but her hole clenched up and she conveyed to her horny lover that that particular orifice was a no-go.
	The naked man before her had not penetrated her there, either; but he had fingered her, LICKED her there, and made her most uncomfortable.  Penetration to her body was to her pussy and mouth.  The first time was a wash of horror as it was just plain out and out rape and forced oral copulation.  Whether or not a mind altering electronic device was used against her mind at the time was unclear.  It all was unclear to her—the kidnapping, the waking up in a dull blur and having her clothes ripped off of her, being spanked, and then being mounted.
	Marissa sat on her knees with her young teen mind locked on those horrid moments just days earlier.  Since then she had calmed, some.  The man waggled his cock before her saying “suck me.”  She had sucked cock before, all the guys, plus her brothers, loved having their cocks sucked.  Where the term “blowjob” came Marissa couldn’t fathom—there was no “blowing” involved—just sucking.
	It wasn’t an unpleasant task, cocksucking, but it wasn’t entirely enjoyable, either, with little satisfaction.  The taste of sperm was very disgusting although some girls Marissa knew liked it.  Ewewew!

	The man held his cock at the base, stretching it and waggling it to and fro as Marissa timidly bowed her head to greet it.  Closing her eyes she took the member into her mouth and went down on it fully.  Marissa Bartell came from a good family, her Daddy owned two businesses and was on the city council; her Mom ran a successful real estate business.  They were church people and very active in their church; Marissa was in the school choir as well as the choir at her church.  An honor student she was on the dean’s list at her school and had many friends both girls and boys.
	The cock was warm in her mouth and there was the gag reflex to contend with.  She hoped that pleasing the horrid man would garner her certain perks—like no physical harm to her body.  She had been spanked, even by her Daddy (when she was younger) but she knew—she knew that the man could be dangerous and bring harm unto her she didn’t want to know about.
	Fashion.  Marissa liked “good clothes” and her family could afford them; she didn’t flaunt her family’s good fortune, though, but excelled in the delight of having the ability to be fashionable.
	“Alright.” the man said interrupting her thoughts.  Marissa stopped sucking and instinctively smacked her lips as she sat back.  The man smiled to her and for a moment or so just looked at her.  She had nice styled hair—well, she had.  That was days ago.  Her golden hair had lost some luster and was a little untamed.  She needed a proper bath and then an hour with a stylist.
	That wasn’t going to happen any time soon.  
	Slowly-ever so slowly she rose up from the grungy floor; with her eyes closed she came up onto the man’s lap.  The man’s hands steadied her ass—but mostly it was to just touch her person more than anything else.  Marissa positioned herself (and her sex) just above the man’s glistening bob.  Shuddering inwardly as well as outwardly she paused as the man was in control.  He needed a bath, too.  She refused to open her eyes; hands that weren’t hers went diligently all over her soft ass, thighs, and backside.  Slowly he pushed her down, guiding her down onto his shaft.
	Holding her breath she suddenly opened her eyes as the man’s cock invaded her body.  The first time he had invaded her she couldn’t rightly remember—it was a nightmare and filled with confusion.  Being more calmer she felt every inch of the invading prong.
	Marissa let out quick breaths as her pussy was filled.  Strange feelings suddenly burst upon her to the point she thought she would burst open.  She couldn’t remember what having sex with all the boys in her life had been like—each time was different and special.

	Once the man’s prong was in her to some degree of depth and fulfillment, Marissa was raised up.  The man gripped her ass hips and did all the maneuvering; moving her up and then down until she herself got into the groove and began “riding” him proper.  The horrid man gave quickening thrusts up into her body, too, and they were sexually engaging.

	A myriad of feelings swarmed inside the young teen riding Cajus’ cock.  She thrashed some and seemed to be seemingly electrified.  She fought both resistance as well as submission.  She didn’t want to admit that getting fucked in the manner that she was was thrilling.  Her pussy tingled, her breasts tingled, her toes curled and her hair tingled.  She wanted to deny the feelings and thusly deny the man his pleasures.
	Didn’t work.  It felt good despite how vile.
	Cajus gripped her ass, squeezed it tight and moved her up and down his cock; the girl pressed her nakedness to him with her hardened nipples grinding against his chiseled chest.  The pivotal moment was coming and with that the girl began to hump on her own.  Cajus smiled and just clung to the girl while she rode him; he could feel her juices coating his cock and balls—the girl’s heart beat he could feel and body odor intensified his lust.
	From the hallway, Cajus’ friend stood naked watching.  His cock was hard and his eyes intently focused on his friend and the teenage girl.  The girl bounced hard in the final throws of the copulation until finally they both enjoyed a shared mutual orgasm.  It was intense.  Aike held off shooting his own load and when friend Cajus nodded to him in a friendly “Hey, I know you’re there” greeting, Aike moved out of the hallway.
	Standing/sitting “next in line” were several other captives; they were awaiting their turn, too.  Like Marissa, they were “conditioned” to accept their fate-adorned with temple attachments to “keep them in line” they were calm and quiet as they watched the horror before them.
	Aike passed them and made haste to Marissa.  Cajus clenching the exhausted girl pulled her cheeks open.  Friend Aike positioned himself a little awkward but managed to get his cock to Marissa’s asshole.  Despite being sexually fulfilled and awed into submission her pretty eyes widened at the new intrusion.
	She wasn’t ready or prepared for being buggered but the man behind her was determined.  Having her cunt still filled to capacity with cock made the event of getting packed even more incredible.  The girl was double penetrated and totally threw her into a new world of sexual awe.

	Bonnie Krist was next, she was a couple years younger and just as “conditioned” (with electronical help) as Marissa.  After Marissa’s double penetration, Bonnie slipped off her clothing in the same manner as Marissa had.  There was a brief Time Out, though, before Bonnie’s turn so to speak as after both horrid men had “gotten off” in Marissa they made way down the hallway to the rear situated bedroom.
	On the king size bed lay Aike’s daughter, Karin.
	She was dazed and slightly confused and was only just beginning to come around to her senses.  Attached to her temples were two blinking diodic diodes.  Aike stood out naked just askew from his naked friend.  Both men were sweaty and dripping cum.  Karin very slowly became “aware” but her slight confusion confused her.  ‘where am I?’ ‘what’s going on?’ and the rot.  She sat up blinking her eyes exhibiting her confusion, “what the fuck?” she said in a bare whisper—her recognition of her Daddy confounded her as well as his naked friend behind him.
	Then she gulped as she could “feel” the bed, smell the funk that lay heavy in the air, feel the heat from the open window, and be aware of herself.  “oh shit.” she said realizing what was going on although it wasn’t possible.
	Aike came to her, masturbating.
	Karin held her mouth open agape, “Oh my God!” she blurted with increasing heart and breathing rates.  She scooted back on the bed.
	“You aint going no where, missy!” Aike told her.  And with that cue, friend Cajus touched the keypad of his own self made EMAD and Karin went to twitching on the bed.  She twitched, contorted oddly and then twitched some more with a final shudder throughout her young body.  Then she lay awkwardly still.
	Aike came up to the side of the bed locking eyes with her—he had a lot he wanted to say to her but he kept his tongue and proceeded with the undressing of her.  She was clad merely in her pajamas and had peed in her panties during her long night of captivity.  She tried to resist; confusion reigned in her as she couldn’t figure out why she wasn’t able to fight back being undressed despite the fact that she wasn’t tied up or restrained in any manner.  (not physically)
	Aike removed his daughter’s pajama top; no bra.  Karin shuddered to herself trying to resist as well as trying to get a grip on reality.  But the reality was her Daddy was naked with cum dripping from his pud and he was taking off her clothes.  Her last memories were of being in bed at her grandparents—now she was some other place and it just baffled her to no end.

	With her pajamas bottoms off (also soaked in her pee) her legs were pulled back so as to get a nice look at her ass.  Karin twisted and tried to thrash but her attempts at that venture were a little less than successful.  Her naked cum dripping from his cock Daddy smiled and lusted; with her ankles locked by his strong hand her powerful smacked her ass with the other.  His cum dripping cock that had just fucked a teenage girl’s ass minutes earlier suddenly surged to a serious hardness.
	One more hard smack and he was caressing his daughter’s thighs, slipping his fingers inside her wet underwear.  Cajus had come in closer to stand at the foot of the bed, masturbating and smiling saying, “See, told ya it would work.”
	Aike (pronounced IKE but with an “A” if you didn’t know) smiled back at him and pulled Karin’s soaked panties off.  With the garment off her legs flopped to the bed.  The girl tried to fuss but to no avail and the more she DID resist and act out the more a headache she began to get and feel ill.
	Aike forced her legs open and began earnestly to finger out her pussy.
	“I think you got this, huh?” Cajus said with amusement.
	His naughty friend nodded but was “in the zone” and paid little attention.  Cajus watched a bit more (as Aike “went down” on his daughter, licking out her pussy and never minding the urine soak thereon) then stepped out to survey the “others” in the living room.

	Bonnie Krist, Susannah Droggen, Jessica Martin, Lauren Barrel, and others were “in waiting.”  He was a collector and had himself quite a collection.  It was his third—no, wait, or was that his fourth “collection.”  Like other owners/possessors of EMADs who had turned “collectors”, Cajus Joplis made a few acquisitions to satiate his lust for power over others, his lust for sex with those he wasn’t supposed to have sex with, and power over others coupled with sexual improprieties.
	Bonnie Krist.  Like Marissa minutes before her, shook and trembled within herself as well as visibly outward.  She was a pretty girl—as most are, with a curious length of braided hair going from one side of her pretty head to the other.  The rest of her medium brown hair was loose.  She had a uniqueness to her face and Cajus liked her—‘specially naked.
	“Take ‘em off.” he told her in a flat mono voice.
	Though the girl hesitated it was brief.  She was at the point of crying and breaking down but she began fumbling with the buttons of her blue checkered shirt just the same.  Cajus sat on his crappy green sofa, legs open, masturbating…

	When she was at last nude, Bonnie stepped out of her clothes to proceed to the next step—which was to go to the horrid naked masturbating man.  She firstly, though, took a look down the hall to the rear situated bedroom where she saw the other nude man spanking a girl on a bed—hard, too.
	Bonnie clenched and timidly approached her kidnapper.
	Her pretty eyes fell upon the man’s hard cock.  She had stood in awe watching as before Marissa had sucked the man’s cock and then sat on it to take it into her body.  Bonnie was a virgin.  She had never even fondled a cock, tasted, or even SEEN a cock her age or older.  She had baby sat for young boys and seen their little puds but her pure mind didn’t dwell on what those cocks would look like when older.
	There was little in the way of pube hair on her poon, she was a clean polite girl who appeared on a local kid’s television program airing on the weekends.  She was fairly smart, had good parents, and was an only child.  But she had plenty of cousins and friends and was a virgin.
	At the ripe old age of thirteen, Bonnie was just beginning to enter into the realm of self pleasuring.  She had never, though, went “all the way” to complete the process of enjoying an orgasm.  There were two boys in her social that sought her favor but their relationship was amicable with barely holding hands.  Bonnie was barely aware of sex with her young teen mind geared to schooling, friends, homelife, and the kiddie show.
	The Collector had her go to her knees.  It was a tough deal but Bonnie had no choice—it felt as if though a pair of powerful hands were pushing her down at the shoulders.
	“Do what I say, missy,” Cajus told the girl, “and it’ll be easier on ya.”
	Bonnie wanted it to be easier on her, sure, but the circumstances were a little more than she could take.
	Wrapping her fingers about the erection before her was a bit more than she could take, too; her emotions were checked nevertheless and the unknown/unseen “force” compelled her to “kiss the head.”
	She thought of Andy Bemont.  He was one of the boys who “sought her favor”.  She liked Andy, he was sweet, had nice hair and nice eyes and a nice body.  He was nice—and warm for her form.  But he wasn’t pushy like some other boys she knew.  
	The taste of the Collector’s cock to her mouth was not pleasing and she felt like she were going to hurl.  The situation was already sickening—being kidnapped, naked, watching another girl engaging immorally, the other naked man and that naked man spanking another girl.  It was all sickening and hard to take.

	And speaking of “hard to take”…
	“Take it.”
	Bonnie tried to refuse but she couldn’t.  The man’s hard-on was right there, she had kissed it, licked it, and sucked on the head but the concept of “sucking” was hard to take.  But she did, compelled by the unseen force Bonnie found herself pushing her mouth down onto the somewhat offensive cock.  The gagging and retching began and her arms flailed about some but she went down on the cock and then back up—and then back down—and then back up.
	All thoughts of disgust slowly ebbed and all there was to do and think about was the act of sucking.  The Collector ran his hands thru her luxurious hair which had lost some of its soft texture.  Her shoulders were soft and soon though the sucking act was Fucking-A fantastic, Cajus pulled the girl up to sit on his lap with his cock kissing her barely furry cunt and then going in.
	Bonnie’s eyes bursted open at the sudden intrusion.  She tried to clench as a natural instinct but her legs were on the outside of the man’s legs.  Her pussy clenched, too, as well as her asshole and then entire body.  She stared straight ahead to the crappy wood paneling veneer as the man’s prong slowly invaded her.

	Jessica Martin fidgeted but not too badly; she, like the others, were controllable and were generally accepting of their fate.  Jessica Martin, though, fidgeted moreso when teenage boy Donny Boltar came up.
	Standing off to one side so as to be seen by Jessica, Donny Boltar stripped off his clothes.  With his underwear off he stood to show off the fact that he had a nice raging boner.  It couldn’t be helped—naked girls in peril or otherwise just brought on a boner in any guy.
	 While Jessica slowly rode Cajus’ bone, the hanky naked fourteen year old Donny stepped up behind the girl.  He looked confused but admitted that he was not a virgin—he had scored with a former girlfriend and his best friend’s girlfriend.  One time each.  Other than that he just jerked off a lot.  There were no desires for girls way younger than him (not yet.)  
	With slow progression and somewhat determination, Donny eased his teenhood into Jessica’s poop chute.  It wasn’t an easy task as the girl kept clenching the hold tight—she didn’t want to but it was an involuntary reflex she had little control over.
	Down the hall Cajus could still hear spanking going on.  He smiled and eased Jessica up and down his shaft motioning for one of the other captives to come over.
	Ten year old Susannah Droggen ventured over—albeit timidly.  She was a pretty girl with long brown hair; her favorite color was green as in her hair were green hair clips; in her ears dainty green earrings; a green watch on her wrist; and a green top with green britches.
	Basic white panties (with green trim!)  This was known (and known to all) as the girl stripped off all her clothes but stood up to be ogled as she stood bare in her panties only.  This gave Donny a serious boner and more enthused determination to penetrate Jessica’s tight shitter.
	But it was still a tight go.
	Cajus had the sweet Susannah get out a tube of special cock & anal lube from a nightstand.  And it was the girl herself who had to “apply” the lubrication to Donny’s cock.  It was a task that was shocking to both, equally so.  Donny stood with his cock throbbing hard, coated with pre-cum at the piss slit totally lambasted.  He tried to shake his head to clear it and not be caught focusing his attention on Susannah’s near nakedness.  At ten, Susan had small-small breasts.  But she had a fantastic little body to ogle and gaze, not much form but a delicious little butt to fantasy about.  
	The girl’s smile was intoxicating—along with her near bulging blue eyes in wonderment as she stared at the stark nakedness of Donny (not too mention the nakedness of her kidnapper and the sex act he was performing.)
	With timid trepidation, Susannah applied the jelly-like substance to Donny’s erection.  The temple device attached to the temples of her pretty little head helped greatly to keep her emotions in check, but she still was cognizant of what was happening (and what she was doing.)
	After a generous lubrication was done unto Donny’s schlong, Susannah, too, applied a generous glop to Jessica’s anal rim.  Then Donny applied his cock.  With the lubrication—penetration was all but a done deal.  
	“Oh my God!” exclaimed Jessica—she couldn’t believe it and wriggled her fine nude body about reeling all over from the Double P.  Cajus clung to her and drove his prick fully into the girl’s sex.  Donny eased his average cock into the girl’s backdoor and began pumping her like he knew how (and he did.)

	Even though she was adorned with temple attachments, her mind was partially her own, still.  Still, though, however—she was not quite her own.  She was controllable.  Still, she had some of her own will—some.  When she went beyond what her Daddy (Aike) wanted or thought was safe--

	Karin received copious amounts of discomforting pain.  No physical pain but electronical pain from the temple attachments that bore straight into her head and yea into her mind causing her great anguish.  Her Daddy administered unto her nakedness the physical punishment—and he delighted in it—and how!
	No retribution!  No one to answer to!  No one to turn him in.
	After some allowed fussing, Aike landed a couple of hard smacks to his daughter’s bare ass then pulled her up to a standing position—and landed a couple more smacks to her.  Staring at her straight in the face he conveyed to her that she was to mind and do as she was told.
	Karin had no choice—the temple attachments and the physical admonishments superseded her own will.  Rubbing her searing ass and fighting back emotions the girl nodded.  Then she was brought to the living room to “observe” her new way of life.

*

“Kiss My Ass!”
(the game show)

Announcer’s voice (exuberantly speaks in a typical game show host of the 1950s-1960s era)
	“Hi!  And welcome back to the show where our contestants are hotly in the middle of Round Two.  Already Janice Blowme and Veronica Tallbitch are tied for First Place while Sam Idontgiveadamn is right on their tail with no points.  Let’s tell them what they’ve won, Johnny!”

Johnny’s voice off-stage:  “Well, Ron, our top wailing contestants have won so far Nothing!  Which is great because it goes with their earlier winnings of Squat!”

Game Show Host (Ron): “That’s right, Johnny, our contestants are vying for that all important Big Prize that everyone wants and of course no one ever gets.”

Johnny:  “Right you are, Ron, if one or all three of our contestants make it to the all important bonus round they will each receive Zilch and an all expensive around-the-world trip to NoWhere!”  
	(Audience goes wild, whooping, clapping, catcalls)

Game Show Host Ron:  “Hey! Contestants, whattya think of that!?”

Contestant Janic Blowme:  “Kiss my ass, Ron!”

Game Show Host Ron:  “Hey!  It looks like Veronica has found out how to play our game!  Tell her what she’s won, Johnny.”

Announcer Johnny:  “Right you are, Ron.  Janice Blowme you’ve just won our Second Round Prize of the Home Edition bored game of “KISS MY ASS!” and with that bored game you’ll also receive the portable version so you can take it in the car with wherever you go!  Ron.”

Game Show Host Ron:  “Oh my!  Wow, isn’t that exciting!”

Contestant Veronica Tallbitch:  “Bite me, Ron.”

Game Show Host Ron:  “Oh, I’m sorry, that’s not the correct response so we’ll have to deduct some points.”

Game Show Audience:  “Boo”

Contestant Sam Idontgiveadamn:  (to the audience) “Suck my balls!”

Game Show Host Ron:  “Oh, Ron, that’s going to cost you some points!”

Contestant Sam:  “Kiss my ass, Ron!”

Game Show Host Ron:  “Hey, it looks another contestant has learned how to play our game.  Let’s give him some points and see what he’s won, Johnny.”

Announcer Johnny:  “Well, Ron, our contestant has just won the complete collection of Zero Muskie’s rendition of “I Got Nothing but my Face to Sit On”; The lost Episode of The Lost Episode starring Nobody Important and Ida Couldabeendoingsomethingelse; and a complete set of stage lights!  Ron.”

Game Show Host Ron:  “Wow, a complete set?  That’s amazing.  Alright, lets get back to our show.  We have Contestant Veronica Tallbitch leading the way with almost all the points with Janice Blowme in second place with some of the points and Sam Idontgiveadamn with almost none of the points.  Now entering into our Second Round---”

Noisy Alarm Bell off-stage rings

Game Show Host Ron:  “Oh my, that signals the near end of our show and so we’ll have to go to our Lightning Round to see who might win this exciting showdown!  Won’t that be exiting Contestants?”

Contestant Janice:  “Eat shit and die, Ron!”
Contestant Veronica:  “Go to hell, Ron!”
Contestant Sam:  “Kiss my ass, Ron!”

Game Show Host Ron:  “And looky there, it looks like our third place contestant, Sam Idontgiveadamn has won!  Tell him what he’s won, Johnny.”

Announcer Johnny:  “Well, Ron, our Winner today has won an all expensive trip to Central Park!  (audience and Contestants gasp)  Central Park located in downtown Bumfuck, Urgypt, where you will spend all your cash as you stay in a Lower Eastside tenement building.  There on the streets yoy can have the time of your life with scum of society as you try to stay alive enjoying the fine delicacies from the street vendors.  Ron.”

Game Show Host Ron:  “Alright, Johnny, thank you for that riveting information.  Looks like our contestant is going to have a great time, glad I’m staying here.”

Contestant Sam Idontgiveadam:  “Kiss my ass, Ron!”

Game Show Host Ron:  “That’s exactly it!  Thank you for playing our game, check in tomorrow around this time and see if we’re still on.  Johnny.”

Announcer Johnny:  “Ron.” 

*

The flashbacks just keep coming
	“What’s that?” she asked.
	“A falling star.” he replied.
	“Really?”
	“Really.”
	Rain nudged the inquisitive Jurney, she nudged him back and smiled.
	Sitting together shoulder to shoulder Rain “Scumhole” Frisco sat with Jurney “Willing to Give” Smoltz.  The night was late, the sky was illuminated with millions of bright twinkling lights—some of those “lights” falling from the sky.
	Rain told her of an Indian story about Falling Star and Running Wolf, the story of a Plains Indian and a Mountain Indian.  Jurney listened putting her arm thru Rain’s arm and “cuddling” to him.  She listened as intently as she could until her head began to bob as she struggled to keep awake.  By the time the storyteller got to the part where Falling Star and Running Wolf were crossing a mighty river to meet in the middle as both their tribes awaited angrily on the opposite shores, Jurney was asleep.
	For a long while Rain sat watching an occasional “star” dash across the inky sky.  He sighed and stifled a pesky fart; where would it end?  Would it end?  Where would go—from where he was?  There was some sort of odd relationship forming with Jurney and Margeaux; initially he had merely wanted them for sexual purposes—and still did.  But there was more than that blossoming.  
	Come the morn he would seek out more shelter and perhaps a new way of life.  His life, of course, was far from the norm.  There was an  EMAD in his life and that caused an interruption he was still trying to get a handle on.  Life was complicated enough…
	As Jurney slept soundly against him, and Margeaux inside the desert cave slumbering away by the small fire, Rain returned to the moment in his life where a great upset was beset upon him.  The EMAD had somewhat failed and he was in the midst of severe shenanigans with some high school girls and younger.
	Earlier, Rain had connected with a young eleven year old boy, Charles “Chip” Douglass who he had met in a neighborhood park; the boy had desires, natural and otherwise with a slight desire to be naughty with his little-little sister.  Rain helped the boy out with those desires—natural and otherwise and soon a relationship was upon them.

	The relationship’s desires helped Rain’s desires, too.  From Chip’s home to Chip’s school where they found some girls to satisfy their deep seeded lust for sexual gratification.  Laura Hews was a classmate Chip wanted desperately to hump the snot out of—upon seeing, Rain wanted that accomplishment as well.  She was hot!
	A girlfriend of Megan’s had come onto the scene and it was a Two-fer score!  Both girls were Fucking-A fantastic!  ‘specially naked.  They were virgins and completed the partial list of achievements for Chip to score with the bitches in his social.
	Then, along came some high school girls.  The place of carrying on naughtily with Laura and Megan was on the middle school campus in some bushes.  Behind a building inundated with shrubs, bushes, and trees there was a slight hill to an upper field where there was running track and a football field.
	Three teen girls and an accompanying brother came along nonchalantly minding their own business when suddenly—their minds were overtaken by the already taxed personal EMAD of Rain Frisco.
	Coach Todd Harrington had come upon the scene and saw a naked man in the middle of having his way with a naked teenage girl in the company of a pair of naked girls as well as a young naked boy.  He wasn’t sure for certain but assessed that the naked man obviously was utilizing one of those Mind Altering Devices (electronic) and was having his way with the girls (and boy).  He jumped onto the naked man hoping to have the advantage.
	Not quite so—the man was not well tuned to his body but did know how to disable a more beefier opponent and a knee to the chest and another to the groin did just that.  There was a good tussle between the two with the coach still having the upper hand.
	Finally, though, Rain came up with the EMAD and zapped the man.  The EMAD was failing due to its being overused, but there was just enough power to waylay the coach who had just recently been brained by a piece of fencing pipe—that helped.
	Meanwhile, all those who had previously been under the effects of the EMAD had come to full awareness state.  Can we say “chaos”?  Thought you could.
	Suddenly, Rain was aware that young Seth Douglass, brother of fourteen year old Chelsea had never been under the influence of the EMAD Rain possessed.  That was because young the young eleven year old brother had in his possession an EMAD for himself!
	He did!

	“Oh shit!” blurted the boy.
	Rain stared at the boy oddly and then awkwardly and put together what had happened—or what the boy THOUGHT happened.
	“What did you do!?” nearly shouted Rain.
	The boy was in serious panic mode and dropped his EMAD—too frightened, though, was he to run but he stood in sheer panic—with a raging hard-on.
	Rain snatched up the fallen EMAD.  It was way different than his own.  A quick once over was given but he concluded a longer looksee and exam was needed.  
	“Where’d you get this?” 
	Seth stood trembling, his sister and the others who had been EMADed were slow to come around to their senses but they WERE coming around.  Rain had his own EMAD offline, completely.  
	“I-I found it.”
	Rain stared at the boy with a long cold hard stare.  He knew that was bullshit—it was a typical response from a boy who had another more truthful answer.
	Seth explained, “Well, these two guys--”
	“What two guys?”
	Seth rolled his shoulders, “I dunno,” he said, “they were arguing and shoving and this one, the short one, dropped it.”
	Seth’s details were a little lacking—but in the City where this took place there was this alleyway, see, and young Seth was just walking by going home when he came upon these “two guys arguing” and the short one drops this thing, see, and there you have it.
	“The was a cop on a horse who came by and said “Hey you guys!” and the two guys--”
	“Who had been arguing.” stated Rain to make sure.
	“Right, they took off down the alley.”
	“And the cop—on the horse?”
	“He took off after them.”
	“And no one noticed—this?” Rain said hefting the EMAD.
	“Nope.”
	Rain didn’t know if it was truly an EMAD or one of those high tech gadgets used to operate your house from space.
	Rain looked the girls over, Laura and Chelsea seemed delirious and in the throws of throwing up.  Tia and Vada were sweating, shaking their heads and being high confused.  Megan was throwing up with her horndog classmate, Chip, sitting taking in the scene about him with great confusion.

	“Well, declared Rain, “don’t this beat all?” he was trying to be lighthearted about it all—giving his own EMAD a little more time.  Sometimes “time” was all you needed.
	With a sigh he gave his EMAD a look see—it wasn’t ready yet.  He looked to Seth, “Ok, spill.”
	Seth sighed and was pissed that he had to “spill.”  But spill he did.  It wasn’t much but,
	“Well,” he began, “we’ve got a younger sister, Alyssa.”

	Simply put, Seth was horny.  Typical for a boy of eleven who had discovered that that dangly thing between his legs was for more than peeing and getting occasionally clobbered by an errant baseball.  On a whim the dangly thing got hard—and it felt good when stroking it.  A natural instinct came to be and young Seth found great pleasure in stroking his dangle and then he began to discover his attention to his sister was more than just what it was, too.
	Much more.
	Being siblings in close age, sister Alyssa at ten (she had just turned ten) and Chelsea just turning fourteen, eleven year old Seth—six months from being twelve, found the nudity his sisters displayed shamelessly invigorated him.  Greatly.  Most the time (in the house) they ran amok clad in their undies—no biggie there.  Sister Chelsea was doing that, though, less and less and becoming much more modest than she had been when younger.  And seldom, too, did he get to see his big sister naked.
	So his aim, then, to seek higher pleasures, was with Alyssa.
	“Please!” he begged in the bathroom one night.
	Sister Alyssa and Seth shared a bathroom and a bedroom, big sister Chelsea upon achieving her current age got her own room and bathroom!  Age has its privileges.  Seth and Alyssa didn’t mind sharing—although sometimes there were problems but that was atypical of siblings.
	Alyssa sighed, looked over her shoulder to ensure that the door was closed; she was sooo pretty!  Blond haired, clad in her knee length nightgown, Seth could see her panties anyways due to the thin Summery garment being a little sheer (see thru.)
	For her age, Alyssa was not a bad looking chick and she had began to become modest, too.  Which was unfortunate for young Seth who desired to see his sister naked.

	With a sigh, the pretty Alyssa raised up her night gown with one hand then tugged down her panties with the other.  Seth was overjoyed and instantly his cock did spring to serious hardness.  He admired the bared ass; smiling he admired the ass then proposed another desire.
	That, of course, was met with a flat out NO.
	“Please, please, Lyssa!”
	Alyssa continued fussing with her hair.  The hour was late and near bedtime.  (and it should be noted that she hadn’t pulled her panties back up!)
	Her brother begged, pleaded, and was pathetic.  Alyssa thought it over and was about to submit when,
	“I’ll give you my allowance.”
	Oh!
	Once more Alyssa hiked up her gown and let her brother have himself a look—plus touch (touch with his dick!)  The two had previously enjoyed “touching” one another (in the sanctity and privacy of their bedroom) but that had been before Seth liked it more.
	Seth dropped his pajama bottoms, pushed his underwear down enough to free his pud then brought said pud to his sister’s exposed willing ass.  OH!  It felt good!  He couldn’t believe it and up and down the girl’s butt he did touch with emphasis on the crack.
	Alyssa was a good egg and leaned a bit forward onto the counter parting her butt cheeks allowing her horny brother to gouge her crack—but when he tried for more she stood up pulling her panties back in place.
	“Hey!” quipped Seth.
	Alyssa shook her head, “That’s enough.” she said and began brushing her hair. 
	“Please?” begged Seth.
	Alyssa shook her head flatly.
	“I’ll give you my allowance.” 
	“I’ve already got that.”
	“Next week’s.”
	Alyssa thought it over, sighed, chewed thoughtfully on her lip (and knew she had the upper hand) “Ok,” she said at length, “you can keep next week’s allowance, but” there’s always a “but” in these cases, “YOU do my chores outside AND go with Dad to that office event thing.”
	The office event thing was a social gathering where proud daddies showed off their kids and their school work and it was incredibly boring.  Neither Seth or Alyssa liked being shown off and being around boring people and would do anything to get out of it without hurting their Daddy’s feelings.  It was a big deal and Seth would have rather parted with his cash.

	But he swallowed with the desire to “get some” from his sister overtaking his being bored to death.  Alyssa raised her gown and pushed her panties down allowing Seth to gouge her ass crack to fulfill his want.
	Of course he wanted more, too.
	A handjob costed the young horndog another’s week’s allowance.
	A kiss to the head of his cock followed by an impromptued cock head suck costed the horndog to be social with one of Alyssa’s girlfriends who was a social outcast.  That was a biggie—the girl wasn’t very pretty, extremely shy, and it would be a social disaster for Seth to be seen with her.
	But again, his cock overrode any and all issues.
	Of course, there was a limit to what Alyssa would do.  Sucking the head of his dick was ok, sucking ALL of his dick was out—it was just out and nothing—nothing her brother had or could offer would get her to completely service him.
	Of course, beyond the blowjob was the girl’s other two holes, too.
	Those were out as well.  She would let him look at her pussy and asshole, he could finger and rub his cock to those two places AND eventually get his tongue there.  But penetration (by his cock) was what he desired most but Alyssa emphatically denied him access.
	There used to be a time when kids garnered needful information from the TV news for a school project.  But with the escalating sins against humanity a nightly spiel young kids were not so inclined to make reports from that source.  But, be that as it may, Seth watched and listened—not so much as the blab about the general ruckus caused by social ingrates but by social reprobates!
	Especially the news of those reprobates soiling their society equipped with Electronic Mind Altering Devices.  ‘If only I had one of those!’ Seth said to himself.  Screwing Alyssa was top on his list, then sister Chelsea, then his sisters’ friends, and then every girl he knew at his school!
	Of course, once acquiring said mind altering device (electronic) had its problems—he didn’t know how it worked and the TV news didn’t rightly explain how to operate one.  What a bummer!  To be so close!
	Rain smiled as he ingested the young horndog’s tale.
	“I think I can help you.”

A Cock’s Tale
	Chip and Seth.  Two wonderful-wonderful boys—‘specially naked.  ‘specially naked and humping one another.  It was, of course, mainly and mostly for Rain’s benefit and gratification.  And gratification was the thing, we all seek it and revel in it when we get it.

	The degree of gratification was different in all but similar.  Rain’s personal gratification had a range—a wide range with likes and disliked intermingling sending Rain in a bevy of emotions—all and usually gratifying.  Chip and Seth pleased him—greatly.  And of course, their sisters, their sisters’ friends, their social group and so on.
	Calvin Hobstank was one of Seth’s social members.  A friend who also came to be involved with Seth and Chip on lazy warm afternoons, with the company of Rain Frisco driving them into a euphoric measure of indecent boyhood shenanigans.
	Calvin was a very handsome young lad, shy, an introvert, and naïve.  He was new to area of the suburb Seth and the others dwelled and was settling in.  One day as school let out for the day, Marlene Vestermon came up to him and handed him a small piece of paper.
	“What is it?” he asked not knowing.
	“Open it,” said Marlene, “but not here!” she warned, “Once you’re off school grounds.” was more appropriate.
	Calvin shrugged and tucked the paper into his pocket and head “off grounds.”
	He had met a few classmates, he was ok with them and they were ok with him but he had not really made any friends.  But he had only been a “classmate” himself 2-weeks.  Once he was on his way home and some blocks from school grounds he opened the piece of paper Marlene had given him.  Scribbled in pencil  PARTY TIME  Berggy House 6PM  Games  Door Prises  In the Closet  Spin the Bootle  Don’t be a square  be there!
	Calvin wrinkled his nose and thought thoughtfully, he wasn’t sure.  He noted the misspellings and wondered about the “door prises” he guessed were “door prizes.”  What could they be?  Who all would be there?  Spin the bootle (bottle he guessed)?  He wasn’t sure about that one and was less sure about “in the closet.”  Wtf!
	Well, he didn’t want to be a square and he figured a party would maybe probably get him to know some more people or at least show face.  Being labeled a “square” at school (or anywhere) was a bad thing.  Calvin already had issues and didn’t need any more weight.
	After dinner and homework, Calving boogied to 3010 Bentworth St. the home of Charles Berggy.  Calvin didn’t know Charles personally and had no classes with him, but knew him sorta kinda at school.  He was ok and had at the beginning pointed out the two schoolyard bullies to avoid.  Calvin took the information to heart and avoided the bullies.

	At “Berggy’s” house a small throng of people were already there and the party was apparently in full swing.  It was just five minutes to six but oh well.  At the door was Charles who greeted Calvin with a friendly “Hey’ya, welcome, glad you could make it.” and handed him a ticket.
	The music was ok, wasn’t Calvin’s favorite but it was tolerable.  There was punch (and it tasted funny) and he guessed six girls and about four guys not counting the host.  Funky lights were twirling from a ceiling fixture and Calvin was ready to go home.  He felt out of place and really didn’t know anyone.
	Ginny Fitzugh came over to him at length and offered him a cup of the green punch with the funny taste. Calvin took the offering and sipped, smiled and knew there was something a little “extra” in the drink—he wasn’t that naïve.
	He wasn’t a dancer but he did move his bod to the blaring music and slowly began to socialize with his fellow classmates—he wasn’t wise about any particular sports team or the members thereof; he didn’t know the individual members of any particular rock band; he didn’t know who to smooze to and who to avoid smoozing to.  He did know, though, about the great ships that sailed the oceans, famous mountain climbers and explorers, and all the planets PLUS their satellites (orbiting moons).  But most of that information he kept to himself ‘cause it would undoubtedly label him a “nerd” and he didn’t want that.
	So he faked it and nodded his head a lot when someone brought up some ball team and he recognized a name and he could put his two-cents worth in.  Only a sip now and then from the drink but small minor sips and eventually when he got into the kitchen he dumped it and filled the cup with water and continued “faking it.”
	More kids had showed up, it was a little after seven and Calvin was allowed to stay until eight-thirty.  He figured he could get away with half an hour more but that would be it.  
	The Spin the Bottle game got underway involving three girls and three boys.  It was a kissing game involving an empty (emptied) green wine bottle spun on a hardwood floor in the living room.  The carpeting had been pulled back (great throw rugs) and the Bottle participants took their places.
	The Bottle spun and pointed to Angela Brewberry.  She was cute, at eleven she had a nice set of pre-teen breasts; she always smelled good and often smiled at Calvin.  The “spinner” was Josh Tuboggin and right there in front of everyone they leaned into the inner circle and kissed.

	Though young Calvin kinda sorta wanted to know what it was like to really kiss a girl, he didn’t think it likely—no matter how much the spike was punched!  Er…uhm…yeah.
	There was no Pin the Tail on the Donkey here at this party, or Piñata, it was Spin the Bottle and “In the Closet.”
	“What’s “In the Closet” about?” he asked of a classmate, Brandon Felderman.
	Brandon was cool and calmly told him “it’s where you and a girl go inside.  There’s no light, you stand back to back, butt to butt and--” the giggling began with slight blushing.
	“And?  And what?”
	Brandon rolled his eyes, “you take your pants down, stupid!”
	“No freaking way!” blurted almost too loudly Calvin.
	“Yes, way—and SHE takes hers down, too!”
	Calvin was livid—inside himself.  It was unbelievable—totally freaking unfuckingbelievable!  It just couldn’t be!
	“It’s pretty sweet.” giggled Brandon.
	Calvin couldn’t even imagine.  ‘take my pants down!’ he casually rubbed his butt and tried to imagine one of the girls at the party with her pants down.  One of the girls.  He barely knew any of them, they were cute and somewhat friendly.
	At a quarter to eight (7:45 for you lame blokes) the host called for everyone’s attention and turned down to tunes.  Time for the Door Prizes.
	No baseballs.  No gift cards.  No sports memorabilia.  No hats (for girls) or anything to be worn.  It was “In the closet” pairing up time.  The boys had blue tickets, the girls had sort of pink tickets.  (Calvin had been curious about the different colored tickets but kept it to himself.)
	001981 was on his ticket.  He hoped he wouldn’t be called.  He didn’t know any of the girls well enough to “take his pants down” and he figured the girls at the party didn’t know him well enough to do same.
	Shifting his weight from one foot to the other he checked the time and barely listened to Charles Berggy announce the winners; Kyle Bates and Kimberly Vickers were paired up and disappeared into a hall closet.  There was another closet under the stairs.  Calvin shifted his weight and didn’t pay attention—not until he was nudged by Brandon.  “You’re up!”
	Holy shit!
	Sharlene McCaslin was the girl.
	They knew one another but didn’t “know-know” one another.  They didn’t share any classes at school but knew each other anyways.  She was alright, not the cutest, but far (very) from being otherwise.

	There were some awkwardness between the two as they stood before the proposed closet.  It wouldn’t be so bad if not for the gaggle of the other party goers present gawking and making snide comments.  Finally, with a sigh, host Charles opened the door and Sharlene with Calvin went inside.

	“Do you know what to do?”
	“Do you?”
	A slight pause and Sharlene was making moving sounds.  Calvin guessed she was probably-possibly undoing her pants.  Sweat rolled down the back of his neck—this was insane!  Sure he had seen girls in their swimsuits and such and he had seen panties at the department store—but he had never seen a girl IN her panties much less naked.
	And to be in a closet!  With a girl!  With a girl who was taking her pants down!  Calvin thought how horrible it could go, though—like the door being flung open and everyone staring at him with his pants and underwear down and the girl behind him not so and it all a big joke.
	Fear gripped him but was interrupted by the presence of the girl’s butt behind him bumping against him.
	“How you doing?” she asked.
	“Ok, I guess.”
	“First time?”
	“Yeah.” he said dejectedly.
	“That’s cool, there’s always a first time.”
	“Is this your first time?”
	Slight pause then, “No.”
	Slowly the girl reached for Calvin’s hands—found them, then brought them to her—to her butt.  Her bare butt.  It was to show/reveal to him the fact that she had lowered her pants and panties.  Calvin’s restless cock suddenly sprang to life so hard that it nearly busted out of his pants!
 	‘Whoa.’ he said to himself.  His young mind could barely comprehend the girl’s bare ass suffice it to say that it was Fucking-A awesome!  He breathed hard and found himself making small circles of movement about the exposed flesh--mostly with help from Sharlene.
	Bolstered by Sharlene’s lack of bashfulness, Calvin undone his own pants—expecting any moment for the closet door to be whisked open.  His heart beat so hard he thought for sure it would explode.  It didn’t—luckily and Calvin pushed his pants down (along with his underwear.)
	His ass was bare and right up against a girl’s bare ass he hardly knew!
	Sharlene began rubbing her butt against Calvin’s sending the boy into a world of euphoria he had never known.  But there was more…

	His mind went blank—he couldn’t think of anything, this especially after Sharlene began caressing his ass/hips.  Calvin found his cock the hardest it had ever been.  He didn’t dare touch it, though—for fear that it would literally blow up.
	But Calvin didn’t have to touch his cock himself—Sharlene did that for him!  She did!  The not-too-shy girl with bashfulness and modesty cast off by the wayside “reached around” and found Calvin’s protrusion.  The “in the closet” door prize was the bomb!
	Slowly did Sharlene turn around.  Calvin didn’t know what to do or think—but his thinking was a little derailed so there wasn’t much there.  Natural instinct, though, prompted him to “turn about” and face the naughty girl and she instantly put her hand onto his erection.
	Calvin couldn’t breathe.
	Sharlene worked the erection like she knew how…
	Calvin though had been in the closet a few minutes—his eyes still couldn’t rightly see much, just the outline of the girl’s head.  The girl worked his pud—worked his pud—worked his pud.  Calvin stood—mindless letting the girl work his pud—work his pud—work his pud.
	The next thing he knew Sharlene had replaced her handiwork with her mouth.  She did!  On her knees the naughty-naughty girl was sucking his cock!  It was a mindblowing—er, cocksucking experience to beat all.  Calvin was naive to some degree but he knew what a blowjob was.  He had never had one, never seen one, but had a relative idea just the same.  And he was getting one!
	After a few minutes or so the girl stood up—despite the lack of light and Calvin’s inability to see in the lack of light closet—he could see anyways that the girl was smiling.  Sharlene gripped his throbbing slicked up erection and Calvin no longer cared about the other party goers just outside the closet door.
	“Now you do me.” Sharlene quipped.
	Giving a blowjob to a girl was something that was perplexing to young Calvin.  He couldn’t figure it—but he could finger it!  The NEXT THNG HE KNEW—they were in Sharlene’s bedroom and the girl naked laying out on her bed.
	Young Calvin had had not a clear mind since the closet incident.  It had been a couple of days since; just after school and he was still wandering around in a funk then did the naughty girl come up to him, “wanna come over to my house?”
	‘does a bear shit in the woods?’
	well, does he?

	Sharlene kept talking on their trek to her house (parent’s house); Calvin had no idea what she was saying.  His cock had been permanently hard since the day she had sucked it.  After she had sucked—and somewhere between sucking and standing she had stripped off the rest of her clothes, too, then it was Calvin’s turn.
	Licking out a girl’s pussy constituted a blowjob to a girl.  Calvin had no idea.  He had very little idea what he was supposed to do when she said “now do me.”  He went to his knees and could just see Sharlene’s pussy.  There wasn’t much to see but he gawked at it just the same then began fingering it with timid trembling fingers.  This was followed up by an equally trembling timid tongue.
	The tongue action was interrupted when a knock came to the door, Parent Alert!  Charles Berggy the Host of the Party had a parental unit coming home sooner than expected and all activities were scrubbed.
	What a bummer.
	Sharlene made up for it.  The dumbfounded Calvin stood (with erection throbbing) watching as the girl disrobed right in front of him.  Wow!  It was amazing to watch a girl do that—and she took her time, too.  When she was down to her panties only she stood looking at him in some wonderment.
	God!  She was cute!  Sunshine streamed thru the window to gently kiss her near naked body; her brown hair hung about her face creating a vision of wonderment to all those who gazed upon her.  And young Calvin did gaze—in wonderment.  In his pants his cock was not only in amazement but full hardness, pulsing, and soiling his underwear.
	Stricken with immobility, Calvin continued to stand and stare.  Sharlene approached him casually, smiling, and with those fantastic breasts so young and perky gave cause for Calvin’s cock to begin squirting.  Too bad he was still dressed.
	But Sharlene came up to him, still smiling and began undressing him.
	When she got to his underwear she paused and looked over his pulsing prong that had soiled his tidy-whiteys.  She found it amusing and put her pretty mouth to the bulge and sucked the shaft thru his underwear—all the while massaging his shaft and ass.
	His shirt was off, his pants were at his ankles, and a girl he hardly knew was sucking his dick thru his shorts!  It was a mind blowing experience to be sure.  He liked it!
	Finally the girl stopped teasing him and tugged his undies down.

	His cock was there squirting spunk as it pulsed and throbbed.  Calvin had no control over it.  Sharlene admired it for a moment before putting her fingers about the shaft.  Squeezing the member she began to slowly work it, tightening the skin at the base while her sweet mouth returned to sucking.
	Calvin couldn’t believe how wondrous getting a hummer was!  The act totally blanked his mind.  Vaguely was he only aware of getting sucked; he stared at the off-pink fancy wallpaper, the girl’s bed, rock star pictures on the walls, everything except the girl bobbing her head on his johnson.
	How long she sucked on his johnny Calvin didn’t know for sure—but she did stop and backup to her bed.  There she said with a leg cocked opening her body for her visitor to marvel at.  And marvel he did do.
	“Whoa.” he blurted.
	Sharlene giggled—opened her legs wider revealing herself more.
	Calvin was unable to move.
	When Sharlene positioned herself with her arms back and young body all inviting AND she beckoned for him to cum to her.  And cum he did.  Cum was still squirting from his engorged prick and somehow he got his legs to move and take him to the oh-so naughty girl.  Once at the bedside the girl laid back more with her legs opened more.
	Calvin was clueless.  Sharlene fingered herself—fingered herself—fingered herself.  Calvin stared—stared—stared.  It was utterly awesome!  Sharlene smiled and slowly drew her young lover to her.  She had wanted him to taste her and even said “do you want to taste me?” but her young lover didn’t get it.
	That was ok.  Sharlene pulled the boy onto her, taking his cock by the hand gliding him to her willing to get fucked cunt.  Calvin didn’t know for sure what to do exactly—but natural instinct took care of that and he crawled onto the bed and then onto Sharlene.
	If he thought his young impressionable mind was blown before with a simple blowjob—penetration of his cock into pussy beat that ten fold!  He slid into the girl and was totally mesmerized by the feeling.  To describe it he couldn’t—there were no words he knew of to describe the sensation of sliding his pud into Sharlene’s dick trench suffice it to say that it was Fucking-A fantastic!
	The fantastic event totally over vexed his mind.  Totally!  All the way into the girl’s pussy he went—each in and out thrust was ten times as fantastic as the previous in and out thrust.  Sharlene wriggled underneath him; she was glowing!  Calvin pumped for all he was worth never hearing the bedroom door opening behind him…

 	“What the hell do we have here?” a deep booming voice suddenly said.  Calvin thru his head around—eyes bulging, heart racing, cum spewing.  Sharlene scrambled from underneath her raw lover immediately emotional saying something to the effect “he made me do it”.
	Calvin didn’t catch that—his breath was gone along with his mind.
	Sharlene’s Daddy came into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.  Calvin remained in a sort of odd position on the bed—on his hands and knees, naked, vulnerable.  Words were spoken, directed at both Sharlene and Calvin but Calvin couldn’t make sense of the words—his mind was gone.
	Sharlene came off of the bed crying and carrying on; Calvin slowly moved off of the bed himself in a dull funk.  Onto his knees as per instruction from Sharlene’s Daddy up against the bed.  Calvin firstly stared across the bed to the wallpaper, the open window, the goldfish in their bowl.  His mind was more gone than ever before!  
	Then, his eyes burst open as a sudden searing pain seethed throughout his body.  “What the fuck!?” he exclaimed to himself.  Another sudden experience erupted finally focusing him to realize that he was being spanked.
	Sharlene’s Daddy had a belt, a dress belt from his dress pants and he had landed it against Calvin’s bare ass—repeatedly.  One-two-three-four times before Calvin even realized it.  Then it was to Sharlene herself.  The girl buried her head into her bedding; her delightful nude young body twisting and reacting to the brash discipline.  The man spoke words but they didn’t register clear to Calvin.
	The belt came to lash Calvin’s ass then returned to lash Sharlene.
	Calvin couldn’t believe what was happening—but wait!  There’s more!  Calvin hadn’t been spanked in years—he couldn’t remember when last he had been spanked and it certainly wasn’t by a belt.  He had always heard of others being spanked but didn’t know spanking by a belt.  His ass was on fire but he couldn’t bring himself to caress/soothe his burning flesh.
	“Do you want some more?” the man’s voice said to Calvin.  	
	Calvin could barely recognize the words and remained positioned against the bed confused.
	Sharlene’s Daddy was doing something, Calvin had no idea and remained as he was—until suddenly something new was happening to him.
	“What the fuck!?” Calvin said to himself again.  Although the pain to his ass superseded all else there was a notion come to bare that his bare ass wasn’t being smacked but penetrated!
	Sodomy!

	Though he was designated as “naïve” and not so wise to the world of depravity—he wasn’t blind to the facts of sex and its associative derivates.  He knew the basic concept of sex—Man on Top.  He had been barely aware of Oral Sex—Girl sucking cock.  And Sodomy, Guy taking it in the ass from another Guy.  He had no idea that a Guy also could hump a girl in the ass, too.
	Be that as it may—he was a “guy” and a “guy” was humping him in the ass!  The daily news reported of Priests and other Godly people butt humping young people in their charge; it was mind boggling to beat all about other forms of sexual involvement.
	All those other forms were obliterated as Calvin came to be aware that Sharlene’s Daddy was sodomizing him—and he wasn’t even a Priest!

	From Calvin’s already tortured ass to Sharlene—the man went from one hole to the other—smacking the ass as he rammed it.  When humping Calvin, the man “reached around” to grab holt of Calvin’s cock.  When he had the cock in his fingers he played with it.  
	Young naked Calvin was in a mess.  Playing with his own cock was just a new thing for him—having Sharlene play with it was something he liked and could get used to.  Having Sharlene’s Daddy play with it—well, that was something else again.
	Of course, the man’s cock slamming up into his virgin asshole was something else, too.
	At length, though, the man “got off” and withdrew.  Calvin’s asshole smoldered and he remained against the bed for sometime.  Sharlene took him by the hand and led him to the hall bathroom where in the shower she went with him.  His mind was still in a funk and couldn’t grasp what was going on.  Sharlene soothed him, caressed him all over, and toyed with his cock once more.
	It couldn’t be sure for certain but Calvin thought he saw the girl’s Daddy nakedly standing outside of the glass shower door.  Was he?  And further, was he holding a video camera in his hands, too?
	Calvin wasn’t sure.  He wasn’t sure about anything.
	After the shower he felt a little better and right there—right there on the bathroom floor—Sharlene sucked him.  When his cock was hard she turned about on her hands and knees and beckoned the boy.  Calvin’s confusion confounded him but Natural Instinct put him up against the girl’s ass and right up and down her crack he went.  He admired her ass, the hole, and the positioning of the girl’s pussy.

	From one hole to the other.  Calvin found pleasure in humping Sharlene’s ass and when his pud slipped out it was Sharlene who guided it to her “other” hole.  The pain inflicted to his body prior were suddenly alleviated as the pleasure to his cock overwhelmed all else.
	Finally he came.
	He had cum before—usually in his bed or in his shorts.  A couple of times he had found great pleasure in jerking off to completion and that had been quite a marvelous sensation.  But shooting his wad into a girl’s pussy—that was the bomb!
	Afterwards, the two returned to Sharlene’s bedroom where a naked Daddy awaited them.  He didn’t seem as furious as he had before—but his cock was hard and he had the belt in his hand.
	Calvin gulped.  “Up against the bed.” the man told them.
	Sharlene and Calvin got up against the bed, again.  The Daddy didn’t spank them with the belt but used his hand instead.  The sting of the hand wasn’t as bad as the belt but it still stung.  And only a couple of smacks before the presence of the man’s manhood once more reared its head—up into Calvin’s poop highway.
	There was naught for Calvin to do but endure and hang on.  Sharlene’s Daddy humped his fill (and then some) tormenting young Calvin for several minutes before pulling out.  Such relief!  It felt like having a real hard crap.  The pressure was immediately relieved and all poor Calvin could do was remain against the bed exhausted.
	What went on behind him was unknown.  Nor did Calvin care.  He lay still with his asshole clenching, his cock against the bed actually squirting some cum, too!
	What else went on just wasn’t clear for Calvin.  His mind was just totally befuddled—whether electronically or otherwise.  It was thought (later on) that after a time against the bed he was positioned onto the bed, his legs spread, and Sharlene sucking him.  While she sucked—her naked Daddy was behind her humping her!
	Then—then Sharlene was up on him taking Calvin’s cock into her pussy—while it was thought her Daddy went into her also.  When that was done it was over.  The Daddy told Calvin “get dressed and get gone.” Calvin did just that.
	Calvin somewhat avoided Sharlene thereafter, getting a hummer and humping the girl’s poon was one thing—being spanked and fucked in the ass from the girl’s Daddy was something else all together.  His asshole smoldered for days thereafter. 

	No matter, for Sharlene, one sunny afternoon right after school she approached Josh Valen, a new student.  She handed him a piece of paper and smiled at him…

*

Strange friends
	In the darkness strange there were friends.  Strange friends.  Creepy friends.  
	“So where’s that other creepy alien dude you saw?”
	Emily sighed and looked around familiar surroundings, then pointed across the broken flue (with water still raging visibly thru it).
	“Down there, I think.”
	With a high degree of trepidation Eric and Emily picked their way along the crumbly ledge to make way to the inner chamber where the other creepy-alien shroud creature was.  Of course, this not without peril.  The ledge Emily had tumbled off of earlier once more failed her and once she was in the drink.
	Eric grabbed her and was managing to hold her while she was near drowning in the underground river.  His grip on the slippery rock, though, was not good and into the drink he was going too—again.
	Suddenly, though, just before the swiftness of the underground river swept them away (again) a mysterious hand grabbed holt of Eric who had a death hold on Emily.
	Onto the rocky semi sandy shore they were deposited.
	Eric slowly looked up to see who else but Creepy.
	But it wasn’t the Creepy from back where Derrick and Katey were.
	It was Emily’s Creepy.
	Slowly did Creepy retract the single arm.  
	Slowly did Eric catch his breath and stand up.  Emily stood, too.  Although she had a rapport with Creepy, she was still—creeped out and stood still.  The awkwardness of the moment was about them.
	“So,” said Emily offhandedly, “how you doing?”
	Eric shot her a look, ‘Huh?’
	The shrouded creepy creature before them had fully retracted it’s “arm”; it stood still and looked actually dead.  But it cocked its head and made a mournful noise—the same noise as the other creepy creature had made.
	“See,” Emily said, “they’re mates, one’s a boy and one’s a girl.”
	“Who’s who?” Eric asked.

	“How should I know!?” bitched Emily.
	“We—huh—hey, you—we—we know where your friend is--”
	“You’re mate.” Emily said adding.
	The creepy creatures cocked his/her head and suddenly a flurry of images crashed into Emily’s mind.  Eric grabbed his girl yelling at Creepy,
	“Hey, you—what the fuck you doing!?”
	A flood of images filled Emily’s young mind—too many and none of the images the young girl could make sense of—so she screamed and went into a momentary catatonic fit.
	The creepy creature jutted out its long twisted boney arm—
	“Leave her alone!” shouted Eric angrily.
	But the creature stretched out its arm with a little more quickness when it played the “Tag—you’re it” game.  From the tip of the creature’s protruding gnarled finger came a light.  It wavered the air from the tip of the finger to Emily and within seconds she was calmer.
	“What did he do to you?” Eric said trying to protect his girl with his body.  Creepy had retracted its arm once more.
	“It’s not a he, he’s a she.” Emily said.
	“How do you know?”
	Emily wasn’t sure.  For a long moment she stared thru Eric, then sighed as she tried to make sense of the images in her mind.
	The images in Emily’s mind were too jumbled—not too mention extremely foreign leaving the young girl very muchly confused.  For a long while she stared at the shrouded creature—then, tugging on her lip she began to nod her head.
	“I think I unnnerstand,” she said with confusion and clarity battling it out in her mind, “they were captured--”
	“Captured?” said Eric, “By who?”
	“The Army.”
	Naturally.
	“I know where your mate is,” Emily said, “he’s--” she pointed to the rock wall, “that way.”
	The Creature seemed to “look” to where Emily was pointing.  But there was no protruding arm like the other creature had done providing the way from where Eric and Emily had been to where they were.
	“What’s wrong with her, why don’t she do what that other one did?”
	Emily cocked her pretty head, “She cant.” 
	“Why not, aren’t they the same?”

	“No,” said Emily somewhat exasperated that Eric didn’t get it, “she’s a girl and the other one’s a boy.  They’re different and have different abilities.”
	“Well that sucks.” Eric said pissedoffedly.
	Emily did say anything back.
	“So how are we going to get back?” Eric asked aloud.
	The Creepy she-creature made a noise, backed up and disappeared into the darkness of the gloomy cavern.
	“I think we should follow her.” Emily stated.  She got up and brushed off cavern debris from her butt—Eric helped and then the two followed to where the she-creature had gone.
	“Do they have names?” Eric asked just out of curiosity.
	Emily paused as they came into a large cave room that had smaller “tubes” going out with a small pond of water glistening in the middle.  Glowing crystals were everywhere giving sufficient light to see.
	It still dank, dark, creepy, too.
	“Knee Knock.” Emily said.
	“Say what?”
	“Her name, Knee Knock.”
	Eric stared at his girl, then to K’nok.  Wrinkling his nose he shrugged; he didn’t understand fully how Emily knew such things but let it go and held her hand vigilant in not letting her go.
	“So what’s she doing?” Eric asked.
	“She’s looking for something, I think.”
	Eric figured that part out.  The Shroud Creature, K’nok, ambled about the cavern in a more seemingly faster mode than usual.  At times it bent over and resembled a person in a sleeping bag—armless and clumsy as it moved about the cave.
	“Do you think it knows the way out of here?” Eric asked offhandedly.
	Emily shrugged and clutched Eric’s hand.
	Eric watched as K’nok seemed to have found something.  From the middle of the creature’s body came protruding that single arm; it wavered as it came out some three feet at least.  Then, the gnarled bulbous end similar to a tree knot or a curled human fist danced listlessly over a part of a cave wall.
	Then, suddenly, to the amazed eyes of Eric and Emily, the wall shimmered and seemingly disappeared to reveal a large boulder.  The boulder hovered some inches from the ground and was not attached to anything at all!

	K’nok pulled the large boulder out by wavering its “hand” not touching the boulder whatsoever.  Like magic!  The kids were awed.  When the boulder was out a ways from where it had been formed or whatever, K’nok stood retracting her arm.
	Eric and Emily stepped up closer to the boulder.
	“Sooo, what up?” Eric asked.
	There was a pause and then,
	“She wants us to get in.”
	Eric stared at his girl, “Say what?  In?  Inside?”
	Emily nodded her pretty head and as she did, a portion of the boulder disappeared revealing a round opening.  Inside there was—room.  Room for Eric and Emily—and K’nok!
	Emily crawled inside.  Eric usually fascinated by Emily’s naked butt and body was distracted by K’nok and everything else and didn’t notice.  
	“You coming?” Emily called from inside the boulder.
	Eric looked to the strange creature and then to the interior of the boulder where Emily sat in something of a formed seat.  He sighed, shrugged, farted, fondled his pud and dejectedly crawled inside.
	Inside—it was like being inside a boulder—‘cause it was.  But it was roomy—sort of.  It creeped Eric out, though, and he fidgeted as he sat in a seat that suddenly formed about him forming to his naked body.
	“This is way weird.” he commented to Emily.
	Emily giggled and shrugged; she squeezed Eric’s ever present hand and looked around the “interior” of the boulder.
	K’nok was suddenly with them sitting behind them askew.  The opening the kids had come thru disappeared and they were literally INSIDE a boulder.  And just before serious claustrophobia beset the two young humans, a portion of the boulder directly before them gave way.  But it wasn’t something they could go thru, it was more like a window.  
	Then their boulder was moving.

	From the other end
	“I don’t think they’re coming back.”
	Good guess.
	“Why doesn’t it do that thing again?” Derrick asked.
	“I don’t think he can.”
	“Why not?”
	Katey shrugged, “I think there’s something wrong with him.”
	“What?”
	“I don’t know, I’m not a doctor!”

	Derrick kind of glared at Katey, she seemed to know everything else.
	“I think he’s sick.”
	The Shroud Creature hadn’t retracted its elongated arm; it wavered and there was a curious “glow” to the bulbous knobby end.  But unlike before when a light had streamed from the bulbous knob creating the open passageway for Eric and Emily to go thru from where they had come from in the beginning—there was only a shimmering light at the bulbous gnarled end with no light going forth from it at all.
	The arm of the creature began to retract.
	“He’s sick.” Katey stated.
	“How do you know?”
	“I don’t know, I-I just do.” and she stepped up closer to the shrouded creature.
	After a moment or so,
	“He misses his mate, the other creature Emily knows.”
	Derrick stood in some awe.  
	“He needs to be in the light, they aren’t supposed to be darkness like this for too long.”
	“How do you know this?”
	Katey shrugged, “I-I don’t know, I-I just do.”
	Derrick sighed, ‘girls.’  
	“Ok, soooo, how do we get it out of here?”
	Katey shrugged and stood nakedly as she were before the tall shrouded creature.  
	“Ask it if it knows a way out of here.” Derrick said.
	“Bee Nose.”
	“What?”
	“It’s name, Bee Nose.”
	Derrick blinked his eyes and stood in confused awe.
	Suddenly, the creature, Bee Nose, turned sharply and made some sort of odd noise as if in alarm-like screech.  Bright light filled the cavern and then a hell of a lot of noise.
	B’nos suddenly wrapped something like a membrane about the naked human children; Derrick heard shouting voices and piercing light.
	“We’ve found one!” shouted a manly voice.
	More voices filled the sullen disturbed air, Army voices.
	Katey clung to Derrick, “What’s happening?”
	“I don’t know!  I don’t know!” Derrick shouted above the noise of rushing Army types.

	B’nos began trembling, shuddering and making very odd noises.
	“He’s scared!” Katey cried out.
	“Me too!” replied Derrick.
	Suddenly there was a tremendous shudder and then instant darkness.
	No noise, no light, no nothing.
	For a minute or more Derrick and Katey clung to one another as well as B’nose, their protector.  Slowly the membrane protecting them went away to reveal a new place.
	A new place.
	No cave.  No cave walls; no cave ceiling; no cave floor.
	No Army types, either.
	What there was was grass.  Tall waist high grass, not bright sunshine but sunshine just the same.  A few trees but not very many.  No hills, no mountains.  
	“Holy shit.” Derrick breathed as he stepped away from B’nos and took himself a look around.
	“Where the fuck are we?” he asked aloud to no one in particular.
	“We’re not in Kansas, that’s for sure.” Katey said dryly.
	The kids looked around, held hands, and sighed.
	“Well, I guess this is better than where we were.” Derrick surmised.
	“I guess.”
	“So what’ll we do now?”
	There was no answer in particular for that.  Holding hands the two struck off walking—what else was there to do.
	And they didn’t walk far before they realized that their benefactor wasn’t with them.  And no amount of calling for him, B’nos to come with them did any good.  Derrick was ansy, Katey sighed.  The kids went up to the shrouded creature and with the light of the day they could see inside the shroud; an alien head!
	It was round—sort of, clammy greenish/yellowish skin, a strangely shaped head with no discernible features attributed to that of a normal human’s head.  Two HUGE odd shaped eyes there was took up the most space on its odd shaped head.
	B’nose remained still—absolutely still.
	“What’s wrong with him?” Derrick asked.
	Katey shrugged saying “I don’t hear anything.”
	“Whattya mean?  You mean you could before?”
	“Yeah, but--”
	“But what?”
	“It’s hard to explain.” So she didn’t

	“Well,” said Derrick thinking of something to do but not knowing what exactly.  
	Then,
	“Wait, look.” Katey said.
	And once more protruding from the center of its body came its arm.
	It took all of a minute of so to come three feet outward, then the gnarled bulbous tip unfurled a finger and pointed.
	“I guess he wants to play Tag some more.” Derrick said not too enthused with the situation at hand.
	“No, he’s pointing between us, not at us.”
	And so he was.  Derrick and Katey looked to the direction B’nos was pointing and they could just see something in the distance.
	“What is it?” Derrick asked.
	“Let’s go see.”

	“It’s a house.”
	“Thanks, Eagle Eye.”
	Katey gave smart aleck Derrick a polite shove.
	It wasn’t actually a “house” per se but a cottage, an rustic Old English cottage complete with thatched roof and a garden.  There was a clearing about the cottage, no vehicles, no people.  Derrick and Katey squatted in the tall grass looking for any sign of life.  There was none; and after a while the two stole out of the grass and walked (albeit carefully) up to the cottage.
	“Hello?” Derrick called out.
	Katey squeezed his hand anticipating something.
	But there was nothing.
	“Hello!” Katey called out.
	Still nothing.
	Derrick looked behind him—their creepy friend was still out in the field.  Derrick didn’t know what to think, if anything.  Scratching his bare butt he moved on to the cottage that had an open door.  It was “open” cause there was no door period.  There were no “windows”, just openings where windows should be.
	Inside there was sparse furniture and the furniture pieces that were there were modest and definitely handmade—two love seats positioned at angles to one another with a coffee table; a chair was there, too, along with a great throw rug.
	Some old fashioned tables, with lamps on them; paintings/portraits on the walls; a fireplace; an open kitchen; a backdoor out to the backyard where there was a large garden and a well.

	No bathroom inside but there was one outside.
	One bedroom.
	All furniture and bedding, cushions, everything was handmade or made from nature in some fashion.  It was homey, and dark.  The lamps on the tables were oil lamps.  No electricity.  There was, though, an old fashioned phonograph.  That was the one weird piece that awed the kids above all else.
	Katey rummaged thru the kitchen while Derrick got the lamps lit and then spent an inordinate amount of time getting the fireplace going.  Katey found no refrigerator in the kitchen but a pantry.  Foodstuffs were in burlap bags and tin canisters.  
	Outside the kids found a pair of wandering cows, milk cows.
	There, too, were wandering aimless chickens and one rooster.
	The garden was a host of different vegetables—most of which the kids didn’t particularly care for.  They found there were “caches” or niches in the well with levers to bring up the contents—fresh milk, something resembling cheese, and other foodstuffs unrecognizable but tasty just the same.
	“Soooo,” muttered Derrick after having their fill of to impromptu dinner, “I-I guess this is it, huh?”
	“It’s not so bad.” Katey said but she wasn’t too enthused.
	“It’d be better if the others were with us.”
	That was true.
	After dinner they stared at fire until it died down some.  Derrick then went to the open door and stared out—
	“He’s still standing there.”
	“Bee Nose?”
	Who else?  “No, General Sherman!” Derrick shot back.
	Katey came up to give a look—and smack smart aleck on his bare black ass.  
	“Let’s go to bed.” Katey said.
	Derrick was for that.
	The two ambled to the one bedroom and to the great bed therein.  It was a huge bed, wooden frame with one huge mattress.  The quilting and other bedding were all handmade.
	As the two lay under the covers and night began fall, 
	“You wonder about those pictures on the wall?” Derrick asked offhandedly.
	“Yeah, kinda.” Katey replied.  Pictures of cats, like people, in clothes adorned the walls of the cottage.  Cats.  In clothes—like people.  Amazing!