August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Thirteen
The Way of the Moone

The way of it
	Driving home in pure snow
	“Oh my!” she exclaimed.
	“Don’t worry, it’s perfectly normal.”
	Yeah, normal if you’re a perv.  Alton Nodden was just that.  He still at odds with himself—his past was missing from his memory.  There were flashes of memories but he wasn’t sure for certain what they were.  He decided at length not to let the missing information worry him and concentrate on the Here & Now.  That seemed more pertinent.
	And the Here & Now pertained to one beautiful snow white girl he had found on a stone slab in the middle of a strange-strange forest.  She was a raving beauty; and a teenager, too!  (and she was naïve, as well!)
	“I need you to take off your clothes.” he had told her.  This after coming into a small clearing where a cottage was.  There was thatch on the roof, the building was made of natural rock stone and timbers; there was a well, a pile of wood with an axe nearby, and not much else.
	Alton noted the lack of smoke from the chimney and the near lifelessness about the abode.  A polite rap-tap-tap to the door got him nothing.  The door wasn’t locked so he opened it and peered inside.
	Talk about dank!
	Wow!
	Double wow.  His eyes burned and the myriad of smells and odors immediately beset upon his nose and stung his eyes.  “Who fuckin’ died in here!” ‘cause that was exactly what it smelled like.
	There was, though, no evidence of a body—or bodies.  Alton, holding his nose, opened the windows and the door.  It was one big room, no other rooms there were.  There was a great table with chairs, a kitchen of sorts (no appliances) and two great fireplaces—one in the kitchen and one in the assumed living room.
	The living room was an assortment of clothing and bedding.  There were no beds but feathered quilts and woven mats on the smooth stone floor.  Alton did note that there were embers in the fireplace suggesting recent use.

	He didn’t know what to make of it.
	“This place needs a cleaning!” stated Snow coming into the door.  She held her nose but went straightaway to cleaning the one room abode.  Alton helped—if he and she were going to stay there it had to be habitable.
	It took hours.
	Endless hours.
	And even after cleaning and cleaning, mopping and mopping, there was a dankness that was hard to dismiss.  But it was tolerable.  After all the cleaning, Snow found something to sustain them in the way of sustenance in the kitchen.  Alton took a break and got the fire going, chopped up some more wood and found a galvanized washtub out behind the cottage.  It looked like it had never been used…
	After the meal Snow had prepared, Alton brought the tub inside and filled it with warm satisfying non-scorching water.  Then he had Snow come join him in the tub.  She was a little shy but Alton had a way about him; the middle aged teen gawked in awe at his nakedness, especially his nakedness that defined him as a Man.
	“Oh my!” she exclaimed.
	“It’s perfectly normal, and natural.” Alton told her.  It still took a little more effort, but Alton eventually won out—natural charm or something like.  She joined him in the tub and they bathed one another.
	There’s naïve and then there’s naïve…
	“Snow” was naïve to beat all.  She took her benefactor at his word without question.  She did hesitate now and then but the pure as driven creamy skin “perfect” complexioned girl exceptionalized the word of “naïve.”
	After bathtime, they stood and dried one another.  And there was Snow on her knees gawking at Alton’s member.  
	“It likes to be played with.” Alton told her.
	There was some giddiness from the pure teen but she took holt of the elongated member and began “playing” with it.  That soon led to “kiss it” and “suck it.”
	Snow followed Alton’s suggestions and Alton was in heaven—or close.  Snow had a unique manner about her—that naiveness for one.  She was just incredibly awing to Alton in her purity.  Shame, though, that he had defile her.  Repeatedly.
	After much ado about sucking his cock he took the midlevel teen to the rumbled scattered “bedding” and with her legs parted he took his turn at “gawking.”
	“Nice.” he said to himself—“real nice.”

	Strange feelings soon began to overwhelm Alton, flashes of memories he couldn’t grasp.  The memories were brief leaving him with no information to glean whatsoever.  He decided not to let them worry him or bother—but bother they did just the same.
	Of course, the thing to do to alleviate himself of the pesky memories was to immerse himself into some righteous poon tang.  Snow had the righteous poon tang and Alton delved into it.  Nice—real nice.
	Freshly washed, Snow’s poon was a delight to behold—and Alton beheld it—with his eyes firstly and then his tongue and fingers.  It was a gorgeous poon—so delicate and lovely to the eyes and tongue.  Alton’s tongue lolled all over the innocence, slipping inside the crevice slicking up the entrance for the pending cock that would soon drive the girl (and Alton) into an amazing ascent of euphoric ecstasy yet unknown.
	His nose went into the girl’s crevice, too.  Passion began building; the intensity increasing exponentially and that was alright with Alton—the girl’s pussy had become very “wet” and a mustiness began to reek into his nostrils.  That was alright, too.  
	After nipping the girl’s clit stimulating her into thrash mode, Alton pulled himself up onto the girl’s body; licking her all the way up as he did so pausing at her young supple breasts to nip the nipples and engulf the whole of the delectable delight.
	Snow thrashed and made quick breaths as her young body was brought to the brink of orgasmic thrill—this even before Alton penetrated her!  Clenching the bedding her body tightened as she twisted oddly as she was sensed into unique feelings that had previously been foreign to her.
	Alton’s pud dripped cum as it just briefly touched the girl’s poon.  The cock throbbed hard, pulsed, and gently ever so gently touched the pulsing poon that was sopping wet with personal juices.
	Let the fucking begin!

	From the onset of penetration there was juices galore.  Alton felt his own juices sputtering and he was no longer in control of himself; his hips pumped giving great deliberate thrustings creating incredible sensations he couldn’t remember if he had ever experienced before.  But he liked it—a lot!
	Oh the sensations just kept cumming!  It seriously rocked Alton’s world—and did a little for Snow, too.  It was a wondrous thrill complimented by the euphoric explosion that was greatly anticipated.  The release of pleasures thoroughly excited both lovers (with one enjoying the release a little more than the other).  Then, Alton heard noises…

	From outside somewhere in the woods came a chorus of  chanting voices.  Alton was a little alarmed and raced to the open-no window window to peer out.  The woods were so thick, though, he couldn’t see anything past the trees.  But the “chanters” were closing in.
	Spying the axe in the hunk of wood, Alton raced nakedly out of the cottage and grabbed it just as a small troupe of grungy men ambled out of the woods.
	A small group of “small men.”
	Most of them wore beards; long gray dingy things.  They were no more than Four feet tall!  An odd assortment of mix-meshed clothing, hats or caps, and boots.  They were grungy, smelly, coated in dust, and had a variety of “weapons”—pick axes, shovels, and other implements for digging and such as the like like that there.
	The troupe stopped and somewhat glared at the naked stranger.
	Formalities were exchanged:  “Who are you!?” exclaimed one of the shorties.  Alton asked same.
	“We’re Undertall!” spoke proudly one of them.  “What are you doing in our house!?”
	Ut-oh.
	“Uhm, well, I was--”
	The grungy Undertalls suddenly began to gawk and drop their tools as behind Alton came Snow to the door of the grungy troupe’s cottage.  
	“Uhm, that’s—uh, uhm, that’s Snow.” Alton tried to explain.
	“What SHE doing in our home?” demanded to know one of the gruny little men.  He seemed “grumpy” and angry and the apparent leader.
	“She’s not CLEANING is she?  Just like a woman to come along and mess up a good thing!” continued to grump the inquisitive one.
	“Well, you see, sir,” said Alton trying to smooth the grumpy one’s wrinkles and demeanor, “we were lost, see, and we came here and--”
	“She’s purdy!” suddenly announced one of the other grungy guys.
	Several of the grungy little folk agreed with head nods; they all blushed, ‘cept the leader, Tork Undertall, the elder brother of the grungy troupe.  
	“Uh, listen, uhm, since we’re apparently in your house and--”
	“You ate our grub, too!?” bitched Tork.
	“Well, a little.” truthfully supplied Alton.
	The little man was all in a huff—and bearing a nasty pick axe.
	“Uhm, hey!  Listen!” said Alton having a bright idea, “Uhm, look,” and he looked over his shoulder to the young naked damsel who was still standing nakedly at the door unabashed,

	“Uhm, look, uhm, maybe we can work something out.”
	“Like what?” asked Yorkell, who was the troupe’s designated physician.
	“Well, uhm, I-I know it been awhile since you last had a bath, and it probably been longer still since you’ve gotten a piece of tail.”
	The members of the mining troupe looked to one another in befuddlement.  “Tail?” asked Horkell who yawned, stretched, and fondled himself.
	“Uh, yeah, tail; snatch, poontang, snapper, cunt, pussy--”
	“PUSSY!” suddenly exclaimed Bork.  He was the “happiest” member of the remote troupe and apparently knew what “pussy” was.
	Alton smiled.

	The grungy little men numbered seven, there had been more but they had met their fates in the bowels of the mine they all worked at.  Tork was the designated leader of them all, he was the oldest (and grungiest.)  Bork was the happiest of them all and usually followed behind Tork.  Jork was the more inquisitive one (and also the first to get naked).  Snork seemed to sneeze a lot—a sign of some sort of psychology disorder indicating sexual inappropriate thoughts.
	The sleepiest member of the group was Horkell, he was good to work (or do anything) for an hour or two at a time, then he needed a strong nap.  Yorkell as previously stated was the physician who had learned the ways of mending broken bones, festering wounds, blood letting and that sort.
	And then there was Mickey.
	Mickey was in a class by himself, he had no beard, he didn’t speak, and wore sloppy clothing causing him to trip and to trip often propelling him into walls and the ground.  He was also the youngest.  
	“He fell in a well when he was very young.” explained Yorkell, “no one knew he was there.”
	“How long was he there?”
	“A long time.” said the grungy doctor sadly shaking his head, “he fell in when he was just a baby.”
	“And how old was he when he was found?”
	“Couple years ago.” said Yorkell beaming.
	Oh!
	Taking a bath was one thing the grungy troupe did not do too often.  It just wasn’t a priority.  But before they got to “get a piece of tail” from the lovely naked damsel, Snow, they had to get washed.  This of course didn’t go over well with most the members, especially the grumpiest member.

	But to get laid—a man, any man, would do just about anything to get it.  Anything, including washing!  Bork was the first to get naked and despite being a little on the short side, he had a lengthy prong.  
	Snow laid out on the mess of bedding—waiting.  Alton stood idly by trying not to gawk at the naked grungy HAIRY man taking a bath.  The other Undertalls stood outside their cottage eagerly waiting their turn—except Tork.
	Bork swankered over to the naked damsel and gazed upon her beauty; his lengthy schlong hung like an elephant’s trunk.  Slowly did it straighten out and become less “wrinkled.”  Once the lengthy hose was hard enough the clean grungy man positioned himself and sunk most of his lengthy boner into the teen’s sex.
	Alton tried not to watch but he was curious.
	The other Undertall men scuffed their feet and tugged on their beards, if they had one.  Nightfall was coming and Alton probed the grungy troupe about their business.
	“We’re miners!” boasted boldly Snork.
	“Eh, an’ what do you mine?”
	“Dirt, mostly.” bitched Tork.
	“Mostly for silver and some gold and other minerals.”
	“Any luck?”
	There was a difference of opinion from among the grungy group and Alton let it be.  He got the impression that Tork, their leader, was trying to hush them up and was growing suspicious of the Tall intruder.
	Bork finally got his nut.  This was known as he got vocal, very, about it and announced in great vehemency “I’m CUMMING!” to all who could hear.
	He was a quick cummer and crammed his massive rod most of the way into the teen damsel’s snatch until such a time as the explosion of his love cream forced out his schlong and he laid it to rest between her legs.  There he did hump tenaciously until he was well spent.
	“Git off ‘er, filthy dog!” growled Yorkell who was up next to take his turn.  Bork rolled off Snow but that was all he did.  He lay panting, grunting, and fondled himself shamelessly.  Yorkell shed his clothes and hopped into the unchanged bathwater for a quick rinse.
	And quick it was—he did enough splashing to get his hairy dwarven body wet and then he was out fetching a towel cast off to the floor USED by Bork earlier.

	And like Bork, Yorkell had an elephant’s trunk schlong.  It was already hard prior to him getting into the tub.  He stroked the member proudly as he made way to the young damsel.  Snow seemed none the less for wear for her ordeal and simply lay as she wear, a little curious about the proposed gangbang but was assured by Alton that it was for the best.
	Jork, another grumpy guss but mostly it was his mumbling that made him out to be a grump, took his turn.  He did linger in the dirty bathwater a little longer than Yorkell—and farted in it, too.  Afterwards, he used the same towel the others had used then went straightaway at fucking Snow.
	Jork’s dork was a little small in girth and length, a baby elephant dick!  It was leathery and apparently began shooting cum as soon as it went sliding into Snow’s well fucked cunt.  Almost all of his schlong entered the girl’s poon; there was so much hair in her nether region it was hard to tell if he had testicles or not—not that Alton was looking…
	One by one the height challenged dwarves took their turn with Mickey going last having a surprise awaiting Snow—he didn’t have a girthy schlong—just a LONG one.  And somehow most of it nearly all of it went into her sex.  Alton figured it must of doubled up inside the girl’s poon.

	Afterwards—Snow desired to take a bath.  The grungy little men said, “Ok, go ahead.” made no nevermind to them.  But Snow wanted CLEAN water, hot, too.  Snork, Yorkell, and Jork emptied the washtub while Bork warmed up new water that Mickey had brought up from the well.  Tork would have nothing to do with catering to Snow’s desires—only to satisfy his own.
	“Soooo,” Alton drawled as he watched casually Snow slid her nakedness into the fresh hot bathwater, “you guys pull a lot of ore and stuff out of your mine?”
	“Who wants to know?” asked almost haughtingly Tork.
	Alton shrugged, “I was just making conversation is all.”
	“She sent you, didn’t she!?” 
	“She, who she?  Snow?”
	“No, no, you know--” grumbled Tork, “the Witch.”
	“The Witch?  What Witch?”
	“The Wicked Witch that Witch.”
	Holy shit!  “No shit?”
	“No shit.”
	“Aye, the old bag who runs this joint (that would be Kingdom of Od) hit us up for whats in the mines.”
	“An’ if we don’t pony up,” said Yorkell, “it’s in the dungeon wid us all!”
	“Damn, that sux.” Alton said.
	“Aye, it does.  We’d be a sight better off,” said Horkell waking up, stretching, scratching his hairy balls and yawning, “we’d be off elsewhere’s we’d be mining for ourselves and being happier about it.”	
	“Don’t you got anyone to help you,” Alton said, “I mean, you know, someone in your defense?”
	The Undertalls looked to one another and shook their heads sadly.
	“Nay, those who’ve opposed the old bag have been tossed into one of her dungeons or simply “disappeared” so to speak if’in you know what I mean.”
	Alton didn’t know exactly but had an idea.
	“There used to be,” drawled Jork, “a small group of us, not us-us, but others ‘ere ‘bouts, who were gatherin’ to get some monies ahead to find us a champion.”
	“A champion?” queried Alton.
	“Aye, someone who wouldn’t be afraid of the old wicked bitch and put her straight that this ‘ere land is our’ins and not her’s’in!” and he spat upon the ground in a huff.
	“Soooo, what happened to the champion?”
	“I don’t know,” grumbled Tork, “we put in some monies in with the understanding that a champion would be found, paid for, and we’d be free to mine as we please.”	
	“Something must of happened, someone took your money or no champion was found, not enough money--”
	“We aint heard from any of them in some time now, either.” spoke up Bork.
	“Why not?” asked Alton, “I mean, why haven’t checked on what happened to your money?”
	“We aint had time, boy!” quipped back almost angrily Tork, “We’ve got loads of ore to get out for that raggedy bitch or she’ll fry us fer sure!”
	“Well,” drawled Alton, “I’ll go.” Why not?
	The Undertalls looked to Alton strangely, some with amusement, some with disdain (that would be Tork the Grumpy).  
	After it had been decided that Alton would go find out what happened to the Undertall’s money and if a champion had been found or whatever, Alton asked “how?” as in “how do I find “whoever?””
	“Simple,” said Bork, “you follow Egg Shell Road, of course!”
	Of course!

*

Family explorations
	Oh she knew it was wrong—wrong-wrong-wrong.  But it felt good-good-good.  No doubt about it.  The struggle was accepting the naughtiness of her family and engaging immorally along with them.  Annie’s son, Matt, the oldest, had a very pleasing cock that made her shiver with shuddering orgasmic pleasures she had seldom enjoyed before.
	And the boy had talent, too; he took his time and eased into her sex, pulling out to hump her the entrance of her swamp box before plunging back in for a slow methodic pump until such a time whereas the natural instinct to fuck and fuck hard came upon him.
	Upon Annie, too.
	Annie didn’t fear the chance of getting “knocked up”, that area had been taken care of after the birth of Ruthie.  Five children were enough.  But she still enjoyed sex—and how!  Annie just never imagined intercourse with her son!
	Sons.
	How it happened she wasn’t particular certain, not for sure.  She wasn’t sure how she came to give herself to Matt!  Somehow she found herself drawn to her boys—inasmuch as they seemed to be drawn to her.  It was incredible-simply fucking incredible.
	There was no use debating with her self, riling up pros and cons—she was a woman, a mother, and without a husband.  But even WITH a husband she had had unnatural desires.  Hubby had given her good dick and that was fine an’ all, but their sex was lacking fulfillment.  For Annie anyways.  Though her poon had been satisfied with Hubby’s love tool—Annie’s soul was yet unquenched.  There were burning desires unleached.
	In the beginning she hadn’t intended to spy on Matt when he showered, or laid out in his bed naked—masturbating.  She hadn’t intended but it just happened.  She just “happened” by the hall bathroom while her first born was showering; she just “happened” by while Matt was on his bed wanking.  
	She knew in the beginning her children were fooling around.  Why she didn’t stop it then she didn’t know—psychologically speaking she realized that she was hoping to find her way with them—participating.  She never imagined how engrossed the children would become absorbed in their incestuous shenanigans.
	Not too mention her own involvement.

	But involved she was.
	And there were no regrets.
	There was only the fear of being found out.  That wouldn’t be good.
	But sex with Matt (and Simon) was ok.
	It was more than Ok—it was Fucking Fantastic!
	Matt’s cock moved in her womanness thriving well and sending her into more uncharted sexual territory causing her to twitch near uncontrollably.  Latching onto her naked sweaty son she took his love (tool) and their nasty bodies meshed together as one.
	From the darkness squatted Mary and Lucy, with Simon and Ruthie, too.  The four were with their eyes all glued to the antics of their Mother and brother; Mary fingered herself while Lucy sat on her knees, mouth opened, eyes staring—no, gawking, at her brother’s cock slamming in and out of their Mother’s pussy.
	Simon was awed, too, but it wasn’t lasting and he got bored.  Nudging Ruthie, “Come on, let’s go back and see what else is happening.”  Ruthie was game and followed her naked brother leaving their two naked sisters to continue their staring.

Naughty Nautical Noah
	“He musta been in the Navy.” whispered Simon.
	“Good guess, Eyesinstien.” Sarcastically remarked Ruthie beside him.
	Down below the great boulders surrounding the remote-remote makeshift abandoned mining town of Quartzwood was the naked man (Noah) casually standing pissing on a rock.  On his biceps were tattoos of ships, ship anchors, and naked bitches.
	The girl the man had humped on previously, Kayleen, was there fishing something out of the ice chest.  She was still naked.  The naughty nautical Grandpa feasted his eyes on her young nakedness and soon (after she had had her soda) Noah had the girl up against the picnic table and was humping up against her (again.)
	As to what particular hole he was trolling in wasn’t clear; Kayleen stood with her legs spread wide as she was laid up against the table; her Grandpa behind her humping doggedly with great persistence (to get his nut.)  Kayleen offered no protest and only made a few facial expressions indicating distress.
	Noah got his nut in record time.
	Pulling out, the man smacked his granddaughter’s young skinny ass and did so with great reverence.  Strands of his cum from his piss hole to Kayleen’s ass there was with gobs of cum oozing out of her asshole.

	At length the naughty man dressed; his granddaughter dressed, too; then the three-wheeler motorcycle was fired up and they left.  They were going for supplies as their camp was left intact.  Ruthie rolled over from her spying vantage point giggling, blushing, and gushing.
	Simon, laying beside, hammered his young pud.  The two looked into one another’s eyes and a strange giddiness came upon them.  An embarrassment factor was factored in and though lo there was lust heavily saturating the air about them; there was a calmness of serenity.  
	Slowly did Ruthie begin caressing her brother’s arm; she smiled sweetly to him and in the fading light of day she was awesome to behold!  The word “pretty” and associative words were somewhat elusive to young Simon, he didn’t know what to make of them or really what they meant.  He was a boy and regarding items of fancy as “pretty” or cute were just words.
	But in regards to his sister—
	She was pretty.
	Sister Lucy and Mary, sure—they were pretty, too (he guessed as much) but there was something more about Ruthie.  Adoration?  He wasn’t sure about that—he knew that she adored him.  Ruthie respected brother Matt and “got along” with sister Lucy and Mary; but due to the fact that she and Simon were similarly close in age, the last born, sharing a bedroom, they were “close.”
	Simon caressed his sister’s side with his hand delicately pausing at her warm soft ass.  Closing his eyes the boy leaned into to Ruthie; Ruthie closed her eyes and leaned up.  The two siblings came together and while lust filled the air about them, something more filled them within.
	Passion.  Illicit though it may be, the two enjoyed passion with lusty intentions in the background.  That was a given and in no way to be pushed aside by the two’s immoral infatuation.  Their mouths met, their bodies sweatingly bonded and for some minutes they merely explored one another’s body with their hands; their mouths were engaged fully with the intent of unique brother/sister love usually held for a non-sibling.
	At length, though, Simon came to be partially on his side with a hand cupping his sister’s thigh.  Ruthie clung to her strangely passionate brother, her mouth locked to his as much as his was locked to hers.  Their coupling erupted unfamiliar feelings with the girl—she had gone beyond being giddy and had submitted herself to the immersion of sexual fervor (illicit however it may be.)
	Simon’s prong kissed her sex.  The illicit passion began to build between them; Ruthie parted her leg hooking it over her brother’s waist helping to ease herself at being penetrated.

	Simon’s prong made entry into his sister’s sex.  Slowly.  Both lovers moaned with one groaning a little more than the other although it couldn’t be clear for sure who that was. They both shuddered as the penetration took place; Ruthie clung to her sweaty sand encrusted brother a little tighter thrusting her hips to him so as to fully take his eleven year old prong into her nine year old cunt.
	Simon moaned as his not too lengthy cock went all the way in—it was delightful and made him shiver with his eyes and ye his face contorted oddly uncontrollably.  His toes curled and his hair tingled!  It was fucking fantastic!  With his hands clasped to Ruthie’s warm sandy ass he began a gentle lovemaking process.
	Let the pumping begin!

	Not far away—
	There wasn’t so much pumping going on but there was steam.  Passion had reared its sweaty head invigorating sisters Mary and Lucy into an euphoric state of being.  Nakedly the two laid out on the warm desert sand as the light of day segued to night.  Their mouths were locked in a tournament of sincere lust; their arms and legs akimbo as each strove to become one with the other.
	A fire burned equally betwixt their legs causing them both to excitedly mesh steadfastly their sex to the other being shamelessly awkward as they did so.  Lucy came to be on top of Mary; Mary’s legs parted wide, Lucy reangled herself so as her sopping wet sex could grind against her sister’s.
	Their intensity intensified with Mary maneuvering to be somewhat on top therefore having the upper hand to whereas she could pound her poon against her sister’s with a little more reverence.
	Lucy grinded back and the two enjoyed blissful incestuous sex that only two sisters could enjoy and understand.  Though they had engaged with Matt and Simon and “other”, boys (and other) didn’t have the knowledge or know how of understanding the complexities of a woman’s cunt—let alone how to please it to make the cunt piss shudder and squirt cum.
	A guy was much easier to please.
	A guy took a few seconds to “warm up” and then a couple minutes (if that) to get his jollies.  Then it was nap time.  A gal was just getting ready when her guy went to sleep.
	That’s the way it is folks…

	The girls wallowed in the still warm sand, their cunnies literally on fire.  Mary switched from tonguing Lucy’s mouth to tonguing Lucy’s twat.  It was quite musty, saturated with her essence, and pulsing with a drawing desire to bring Mary’s tongue in.
	Lucy nuzzled her nose right into Mary’s swamp box, clamped her hands to Mary’s ass, and “went to town.”
	“Last Saturday Night while messing around
	  I saddled up and went to town.
	  Last Saturday Night while messing around
	  I saddled up and—went to town.

	The prettiest girl I ever saw
	Was sipping bourbon through a straw!
	The prettiest girl I ever saw
	Was sipping bourbon—through a straw!

	I picked her up and I laid her down
	Her long blond hair laid all around
	I picked her up and I laid her down
	Her long blond hair laid—all around,

	I pushed it in and I pulled it out
	It felt so good that I had to shout!
	I pushed it in and I pulled it out
	It felt so good that I—had to shout!

	Well now I have a Mother-in-Law
	And Fourteen kids who call me Pa.
	And Now I have a Mother-in-Law
	And Fourteen kids who—call me Pa!

	The moral of this story is clear
	Instead of bourbon—stick to beer!”

	Mary’s juices were flowing—flowing—flowing.  She was cumming!  Lucy’s sweet near innocent face was coated in her sister’s slick essences; they both shuddered, shivered, and reeled in their illicit event.  Lucy found herself deeply immersed in her sister’s pussy—inasmuch as her sister was unto hers equally.
	And while the girls enjoyed one another…

	She shuddered—all over.  There was no stopping it and to put it bluntly, she didn’t want it to.  Submitting?  Was she at last shirking her Motherhood and decency to submit to the lovings of her son?  But shirk she did and submit she did.  No longer caring about the morality of the situation she immersed herself and found herself on top of her son in a commanding manner.  There, with his cock fully inserted into her womanness she commandingly took over the situation—tantalizing.
	She enjoyed it (so did Matt.)
	Clenching her cunny she gave great thrills to her teenage son and in turn he thrilled her with the pulsating action of his cock.  The nastiness of their forbidden union made their union all the better—sexually speaking.  Annie’s full womanly breasts tingled—and not just the nipples!  As shivers of sexual pleasure filled her she clenched her cunny muscles all the tighter.    
 	Sitting up on her son, Annie wiggled her body settling down even more onto Matt’s waist.  Matt’s hands were on her hips and natural instinct overwhelmed Annie and she began to pump.  Slowly she rose up feeling every inch of her son’s magnificent schlong teasing her super sensitive cunny.  She could feel her wetness trickling coating Matt’s balls.
	Matt’s balls.
	A flash came to Annie’s mind, her thoughts of suckling his hairy musty pussy juiced testicles—but that would be later AFTER.  An orgasm was imminent—she felt it shuddering within her filling her completely.  There was no stopping no matter what.
	Matt was pumping—Annie was riding.
	Slowly she laid herself down onto her son’s glistening body.  She longed to suck his balls AND his cock.  As she lay on him in the Frog position, Matt caressed her nakedness and diddled her asshole.  Normally she was not so much into getting Fudge Packed but another flash erupted into her mind—her young son Simon.
	Images of both her boys when they were naked filled her.  Even when they were young Annie had lusty desires.  She somehow managed to keep those prohibited desires at bay—but it wasn’t easy; ‘specially when she bathed them, helped them when they smashed their wavels or the head of their dingus when the toilet lid slammed on it.  As they grew older and modesty beset them, she was their mother and it was alright for her to see them without their clothes on—she bought their clothes and usually had to check and make sure the purchased clothing fit well—including underwear.
	Matt’s cock powerful jetted into her cunt thrusting DEEPLY and expertly making her shudder near uncontrollably.  She didn’t want it to stop.  Submitting was the only recourse and what the hell was wrong with that!?

	What bird it was she didn’t’ know but it made her laugh.  Poor Simon didn’t know if it was him or what that was making her so giddy—but it seemed as though every time he put his dick into her she giggled.  It kind of annoyed him but he stabbed her repeatedly until his pud was all the way—all the way in her asshole.
	Ruthie giggled as her brother probed her asshole with his cock; while he pumped her slowly in a stabbing sort of way a bird in a nearby deadwood desert type tree chirped.  Ruthie fingered her sex and felt strange tingly feelings tingling her young body.  Simon had a grip on her ass hips and was pumping her backdoor hole with a great eagerness and enthusiasm.  It was a little discomforting to Ruthie but she let it be.
	Having cum more than once young horny Simon struggled to get a third nut—it caused him to seriously pump madly and then some into his sister’s anus.  His achievement was distracted and interrupted by the rumbling sound of a gunning motorbike.
	The naughty nautical grandpa (Noah) had returned.

	After the bike had rumbled still (and quiet), Noah got off, stretched, farted, and scratched his balls.  Typical man thing.  Granddaughter Kayleen came out from behind in the upper seat.  She went to one side of the camp where she slipped down her pants…
	Noah cleared his throat in the “ahem” fashion; Kayleen stood back up from her squatting and removed her pants.  There were no panties.  Off came her top, too.  It was a little cool to be totally naked and so exposed—so while Kayleen stood idly by shivering a little in the cool night high desert air, her naughty Grandpa got the campfire going again.
	Once the fire was going then the girl could proceed with what she initially wanted/needed to do—which was to pee.  But not in a squatting position—she had to stand.  When the stream of her urine began to spew, Noah began to undress.
	Once he was naked he began to stroke his mast.  Kayleen had finished peeing by the time Noah had gotten to his skin; she moved to the picnic table, perched herself upon it, leaned back, spread her legs, and received her Grandpa’s cock.
	One pump, two pump, three pump, FOUR!
	Then he merely humped the outside of her cunt before having her turn over with knees on the bench seat and her young delicious body across the table.  Then up against her he went poking her asshole until he went in.  Once in he pumped about five times before pulling out and smacking the girl’s ass with his soiled schooner then with a pat to her ass he was done.

	Well, done with her; from out of the three-wheeler motorcycle he brought out two girls and a boy.  How they were related to one another (as a whole) was unknown but the Spies in the rocks above the remote encampment determined that the girls and boy were siblings, brother and sisters.  No relation to the Grandpa or Kayleen.
	The three newbies stood (clothed) shoulder to shoulder and seemed to be disorientated.  They seemed to struggle with what was going on with them as well as where they were.  
	“Take off your clothes.” Noah told them.
	Becky Warner hung her mouth open in awe—being out and out kidnapped was one thing but told to take her clothes off by a stranger was something else.  But she had no choice—it wasn’t fear or threat or anything of the norm from situations same that prompted her to comply with the stranger’s command—it was the little gadget in his hand—and EMAD!
	Becky tried to resist but there was no resistance.  She tried but the more she resisted the more agony to her body there was an explosions in her mind there was, too.  Compliance was the only way.  Becky Warner was a girl who enjoyed clothing, being fashionable; fussy about her hair, attending social school events and being popular with the In Crowd.  She was also modest to a high degree and stripping naked was just something she did in private.
	But again, she had no choice.
	Being in her underwear in the presence of her siblings was one thing, being totally naked in the presence of a stranger was beyond comprehension for the fourteen year old.  She was nearly fifteen, in two months.  She wasn’t tall, wasn’t athletic, or exceptionally pretty; but she was pleasing to the eye just same; smelled good, had a nice tight ass, a delightful laugh, and was way smart.
	Moonlight kissed the girl’s baring shoulders as off came her turquoise top, undershirt, and bra.  She stood shivering but not so much from the bite of the cold night air.  The nude stranger stood before her, wanking.
	“Are ye a virgin, lassy?” he asked in a semi gruff voice.
	Becky gulped and felt ill—very ill, but managed to keep from upchucking onto the naked man she knew was going to rape her and answered truthfully—“No.”
	She wasn’t a slut, either.  There was Mark, David, Anthony, and Mark’s little brother, Bobby.  Not all at once, occasionally.  The time with Bobby was with Mark present, too.  She gave the boys head, handjobs, and let them cum on her tits (but not in her pussy.)

	Slowly did Becky continue to comply with the shucking of her matching turquoise skin tight pants.  When the garment was at her ankles she stood up straight—as per command of the naked man in possession of an EMAD.  For a long while he merely stared at her, gawking at her near nakedness.  The firelight, the natural light of the night provided all the light necessary to perpetuate a significant hard-on.
	“Alright,” he said at length, “take ‘em down.”  meaning her panties.
	“You bastard.” said Becky.
	Noah smiled and stroked his cock and let the name calling be.  Becky Warner slid her pink panties with a red floral print down and stood basically naked.  Sister Darlene standing beside her had to hold her as she stepped out of her clothing and came up to the naked masturbating man.
	As per command, Becky took over masturbating the man—it was revolting but not as revolting as she had dreamed.  Nightmares had come to Becky in the form of being kidnapped by a biker gang, like the Desert Scourge she had heard about, or the black biker gang, and having to hand job all the bikers then get gangbanged by all of them, too!
	Noah was clean, no hair on his back or chest or legs or arms.  Just his balls and there wasn’t much there, either.  The gray hair on his head covered his ears and he had a clean shaven face.
	But handjobbing him was still revolting.  He was a man.  And though Becky didn’t particularly really have a problem with that notion—it was a strange man she didn’t know and had no feelings for.  Not like Mr. Johansen, her 8th grade Science teacher…
	After a few strokes, time to kiss!
	It wasn’t Becky’s first cock to kiss, though—of course not.  But a stranger’s cock?  It was more than revolting, it was horrid.  Becky almost refused but an unnatural power pushed her into position and her mouth “kissed” the glistening bulbous knob of the man’s cock.
	And from kissing to taking the cock into her mouth.
	Meanwhile, directly behind her were her siblings, Darlene and David James (DJ).  Darlene was fidgety while David James was awkward.  The boy wrestled with being scared, angry, and horny.  Since he had found the pleasures of pulling his pud just some time ago, his curiosity about seeing his sisters naked was an ongoing thing.  Quite often did the boy sneak to peek on his sisters while they showered—and quite often did he get caught (in the act, too!)
	But that was a given—boys, especially young brothers (and some older ones) often stole a look or two at their sisters when possible when said sister was unclothed.  It was a natural thing and generally accepted.

	Quite often, though, DJ got caught—usually by the ones he was was spying on.  Generally, Darlene didn’t care and let her brother have his thrill, but no Touchy and/or Feely.  Becky, however, ranted and raved and wanted DJ punished and/or castrated.
	A head nod was given to DJ and the boy understood and began undressing himself—sister Darlene helped.  When after she had tugged down his tidy whiteys—“take it, play with it” was instructed to her from the naked man.
	Darlene paused a moment but then put her fingers about her brother’s erection and began “playing” with it—his cock.  DJ liked—a lot!  He watched his sister’s action, grinning.  His young eleven year old mind was blank as he was masturbated—his young eleven year old mind exploded when his thirteen year old sister squeezed her fingers at the base of his shortie thusly lengthening it (somewhat) but stretching the skin taut; then she pressed her lips to the pulsing prong and down the skin flute she went.
	Darlene was way different than sister Becky; Becky was a dishwater blond (subject to change with mood swings and desires to piss of a parental unit.)  She had pleasing looks in the face and then everywhere else.  Good breast, nice ass, and willing to “put out.”  Becky was more of a people person (and how!) and got along with everyone.  She sung in the school choir, church choir, and a private organization outside those two realms.  
	Darlene was NOT a people person and preferred it greatly if “people” would leave her the fuck alone.  Darlene didn’t “put out” but she wasn’t a virgin.  Mostly she was an avid masturbator and used “implements” to aid her in getting off.  She didn’t wear tight constricting clothing, but did so on occasion when it suited her.  Usually her attire was sweats or some other sloppy type clothing, oversized, ill-fitting.
	Like her sister, Darlene changed her hair color and style almost on a weekly basis.  Usually it was long, super curly, and dark.  The girl was into dark poetry, readings of the dark, and reading in the dark.  When younger she had been a tomboy and enjoyed sports.  Coming into teen years and those follies of enjoyment had been eroded away by the pressures of “growing up.”
	DJ clenched up his young pre-teen body all over as he was pleased beyond expectations.  His imagination never had it so good.  Darlene was good!

	So was Becky.  In little time Becky Michelle Warner had successfully brought the aged retired seaman off—filling her mouth with a huge catch of semen.  An enormous amount of jiz filled her mouth but didn’t gag her or choke her.  She swallowed the spunk, most of it.  The man’s pud came out and humped her sweet face, gouging her nostrils, eyes, and hair before settling off to rest his naked ass against the picnic table.
	After a couple of minutes, DJ got the nod to come hither.
	He complied and came up behind Becky.
	“Give ‘er a lick, laddy, give ‘er a lick!”
	DJ was a little clueless—so it was Darlene who came up to his side (on her own) to give the little twerp instructions on what was requested of him.  Though DJ was willing—it was only in part ‘cause licking butt was something that was just odd to him.
	But to Becky’s sisterly ass DJ did brotherly lick.
	Both cheeks and then “the crack.”
	DJ paused and gulped when Darlene whispered to him “lick her crack.”  DJ wasn’t an idiot; he was partially naïve about such things in regards to sex, sex parts, sex acts, and the like.  But he knew what a “crack” was.  He knew that there was a stinky funk hole there, too.
	Flicking firelight revealed to DJ his sister’s “funk hole.”  The hole winked at him, clenched up (at the anticipation) and right there, too, was Becky’s cunt.  It was right there—right there!  Becky’s pussy—up close and personal.  Often-often-often did DJ steal looks at Becky’s pussy—and often-often did he get caught preceded by getting a belting from his Dad.  But it was worth it.  Pictures in books and magazines, bathroom wall, and occasional glimpses of family friends who had young girls helped out the cause—but right up close and very personal was something else!
	DJ needed a moment before applying his tongue to Becky’s “crack.”  But after he got to lick he got to like it and neverminded the “distaste” of Becky’s pooper rim.  In fact, he spent more time tonguing Becky’s pooper rim than anywhere else!
	Which was good ‘cause it was a prelude to something more.
	After much ado tonguing the rim, DJ got the instruction (from the naked man) to finger the hole.  Darlene helped—prying her sister’s ass cheeks open allowing DJ easier access.  DJ inserted his finger and began working it—working it—working it.  Becky wriggled but otherwise offered no resistance or distress.
	Not until DJ “mounted” and inserted his other finger…

	Under admission, Becky blurted out that Mark and Bobby fucked her asshole.  She twisted and gyrated just the same as DJ put his prong into her, he was eleven and his pud wasn’t that significant—but it was bigger than his finger and Becky didn’t “take it in the ass” from Mark or Bobby all that often.
	While DJ butt fucked his sister, Darlene came around to crawl under her sister and then under DJ.  DJ’s sweaty barely hair testicles swung in her face and those she latched onto while Becky “went down” onto Darlene’s shaven snatch.  It was quite a scene:  Becky on her hands and knees, brother behind her fucking her ass, sister underneath her sucking on the fucking ass brother, Becky licking out Darlene’s cunt.
	The naughty nautical grandpa couldn’t hold out; Becky had sucked his dick near to oblivion but after watching the sibling trio engaging for several minutes, he was ready again.  Up against Becky’s face he went (again) then went to position himself behind DJ.
	DJ laid down onto Becky’s backside still lightly pumping her ass while the naked man with a rail on went up into his semi virgin shitter.  Semi virgin?  DJ was an avid self sodomizer as well as an avid cock pleaser.  He found jamming the handles of screwdrivers into his asshole quite pleasurable; the ridged ones with the clear plastic handles were the best.  Toilet plunger sticks, bed posts, small metal flashlights, “D” size batteries, and just about anything round; he found some Ben-Wa balls, marbles, and even certain candy bars.  He was an odd boy for sure.
	After creaming up into the boy’s not-so-tight crap chute, the naked man still with a rail on pulled out, smacked the boy’s ass with his mast then settled to rest his sweaty salt encrusted barnacles onto Darlene’s head.  Darlene then was instructed to “clean” her brother’s cum laden asshole.
	Darlene wasn’t too enthused with that but she had no choice, the salty seadog had in his possession an EMAD.  Doesn’t everyone?  It wasn’t very powerful but it was enough to get effectively get his way.
	It grossed out the spying Simon and he turned away.  Ruthie pleased herself as well as her brother but he was anxious to move on somewhere more private.  Ruthie followed and they engaged in their own immoral activity—strengthened by those they had spied on.

	She awoke with a startle—she hated doing.  Temporarily there was a loss of Who-What-Where and so on.  Pure fright gripped her for as much as a moment.  Then faded as the eyes adjusted and there were amassed about her were her sleeping children; naked, farting, grunting, groaning, sweating.
	It was a new life for them and she was willing to embrace it.

*

When it rains
	“…and that one’s Draco.”
	“I think I see it!” she exclaimed exuberantly.
	“As the year goes on, Draco turns on his back.”
	“Huh?”
	“This is the middle of Summer the best time to see that particular constellation; as the year goes on, if you’re looking north, in Wintery evenings, he’ll appear to be upside down—or on his back.”
	“How come?”
	“Well, it’s because from our point of view the dragon has rotated around the North Star.”
	Jurney sat with her knees tucked under her chin, eyes agleam staring out into the night sky twinkling with dozens of constellations.  Beside her, the naked Rain Frisco schooled her mind in all things astrological.
	In a relatively short time she had changed—she along with Margeaux had warmed up to him.  And that was ok.  He still was curious (to himself) what he was going to do with them.  Engaging in various sex acts, sure, but then what?  For how long?  Scanning out into the desert-scape there were still lights dotting the far reaches out by the desert highway and to the right where the military base was and to the far left where the very outskirt of the desert town was where he had initially entered the desert to begin with.
	He was on a venture—to where he wasn’t certain—it was some sort of calling, something in the desert (or beyond) was calling him, beckoning him.  Whether or not Jurney and Margeaux were a part of that venture he didn’t know.  In retrospect he didn’t cotton to the notion of “venturing” alone.  Being alone sucked.  
	He was somewhat elated that he had in his possession an EMAD.  That helped smooth things and enable him to pursue his life as he saw fit and as he wished.  He realized that he could be something more—a great bank robber, an evil doer or a good guy Super Hero.  He was sure for some certainty that the Government in various forms and entities had EMADs of various types and were enhancing them, picking them apart, doing whatever.  Everyone had an EMAD.
	It was for sure for Mind Control.  But was it maybe more?  Was the person who first created the Electronic Mind Altering Device create the bane of society for the soul purpose of controlling another’s mind?  Maybe, maybe there was another purpose.

	Rain didn’t know; he knew that like the other possessors of the electronic devices, he was captivated.  The ability to overwhelm another’s mind for the sheer purpose of manipulating that person to submit to the Possessor’s will was much like a drug.  Like cocaine, LSD, hash, marijuana and other euphoric drugs, the EMAD was intoxicating and demanding.  Like a drug it gave the dopamine release that was more satisfying than mere words could describe.
	With the EMAD, Rain was able to Spy, bend the will of others, and sway others to embrace that which was socially unacceptable.  From the earliest beginnings, Rain had enjoyed that what he possessed; the little handheld gadget gave him a new direction and aided various “associates” in their own personal pursuits of sexual deviant behavior also socially unacceptable.
	Charles “Chip” and Seth were two associates who benefited from Rain’s enhancement, and an associate of Seth’s came into the fray, too.  He was still reeling from the In the Closet experience involving Sharlene McCaslin.  
	The business with Chip’s school was good, er, that be the girls of Chip’s school.  One fine day the four of them; Rain, Chip, Seth, and Calvin, sought to casually make friendly with some girls of Chip’s school.  They were distracted by another incident.
	Rain noted that behind the school was an old-old oil field.  The field had been abandoned for some reason and filled in with mounds and mounds of dirt.  City projects whereas city streets, sidewalks, and anything of the like were dumped in the “sump” area and it was a haven for students (and adults) to go make out.  There were many roads in the sump area, lots of trails, though.  The piles of dirt and other assorted debris created a natural maze as well as decent hiding places.  Direct view or line o’ sight was blocked by the mounds of debris further instilling privacy for those who sought it.
	But Rain had insight and saw a cop car and his interest was piqued.
	It took half an hour to locate to cop car, it was a sheriff’s car, a county car operated by a deputy sheriff.  A “female” deputy sheriff.  This was known as the female deputy sheriff was laying out in the backseat with the door open, her legs out, and her uniform pants down at her ankles.
	Her panties were down there, too.

 	Standing outside the car were two boys about eleven years old while inside the car ON the female deputy sheriff was a boy about twelve.  That boy was naked completely while the other two lads merely had their clothes down.  The boy in the car was fucking.  The boys outside the car were “next.”
	Rain and Co. had to take precious minutes to work themselves around to get into more prime viewing position.  The boy in the car “Adam” was still screwing.  His body was tan, he was a little taller than most boys in his age group, his hair was a little messed up, dark and long shading his eyes.  One small gold earring in one ear, some whip marks on his backside delivered from his Dad on occasion.
	The deputy was Lisa Golfman, she was a married woman with three children at home and a police officer for the county nearly five years.  The boy on top of her had every inch of his pre-teen boyhood into her hot shaven snatch; Lisa had her hands tightly gripped onto the boy’s ass and Rain could not tell if an EMAD was in use anywhere.
	An EMAD wasn’t always necessary.
	
	Adam humped his fill; eagle eye Rain could see the young boy had cum—and a lot, too.  Deputy Lisa caressed his bare ass continuing to have him grind in her sex—it was clear that it was the deputy who was in control.  The boys lingering outside the car stood with hearty erections; they stroked themselves and Rain found the whole affair very amusing.
	Casually, one of the lads standing outside the car with a boner rubbed it against the other laddy buck.  That lad bent himself over some, spread his cheeks and “received”.
	In the car, Adam continued to lay laying the deputy.  The Deputy continued to caress the boy’s ass, squeeze and spank; she grinded her hairless poon against the boy’s sex and eventually brought him up to her face.  Her beige uniform shirt was open/undone with the tee-shirt pushed up to reveal her bodacious hooters.  (no bra)  Adam rested his prick right between those bodacious hooters and humped.  As he humped, and his little adequate schlong poked between the mounds, Lisa sucked.
	As the two boys outside the car engaged in a sex act of their own, Rain lay on his side with his own boner out.  Chip sucked it (somewhat on his own but he needed a little mind electronic coaxing.)  Seth and Calvin were naked basking in the sunshine sixty-nining.  Rain was pleased.

	When his cock was thoroughly slicked up by Chip’s slobbering action, the naked boy straddled Seth (who was on top of Calvin) and began licking/kissing the boy’s ass and crack.  Rain positioned behind him entered him from behind.
	Sex was sex.  A hole was a hole was a hole to fill and be pleased by it.  But it was all about the conquering.  Empowerment.  Empowerment over others that was the thing.  The sex with that empowered person was just the icing, an afterthought.  Bending the will of another, forcing them to spill their secrets, divulge their inner most desires, have them participate in antics that they would not normally engage in.  That was the thing.  That was thing that drove Rain—to near madness!

The pouring of rain
	Obsession
	There, too, along with empowerment over others, gratuitous sex that the possession of an electronic mind altering device brought, there was obsession.  Like any popular drug, once a possessor of an EMAD has found the pleasures the obsession begins.  A possessor wants more.  And more.  And more!  Like the explosion of sexual ecstasy the feeling an EMAD possessor has is lingering and in no way does that possessor want it to stop.
	So constantly was on the mind of Rain Frisco the thoughts of all those he saw.  The sex of who he saw did not matter, nor their age, color, size, background, or anything of the like.  There were some criteria to follow, security measures to keep in check and other points to be wary of.  And once that was satisfied…
	Generally speaking, his age brackets of desires were varying, but for the most part it was girls no older than their teen years.  There were exceptions, young adults there being and young-young girls who just happened to be.  
	Such as the case as there was with Jennifer Western and her granddaughter, Anna.  Jennifer was a single lady in her mid 60s while her granddaughter, Anna, was not yet in first grade.  Jennifer wasn’t a bad dame; tall, gray hair done up nicely in a bun, well dressed in a simple top and dress slacks.  The whiff of her rose perfume struck Rain to alert him of her presence as she casually walked from the park to her quaint home a block away.
	Granddaughter Anna happily chatted away merrily as young children like to do; she wore a blue outfit, a short-tall with blue half socks and a light blue undershirt top.  Shoulder length blond hair, dazzling brilliant blue eyes and singing intermittently with her babbling banter.

	There were teenage girls in small groups, even one walking by herself; a pair of young boys coming his way going around the Subjects Jennifer and Anna; across the street a young woman in her house vacuumed in her sheer nightgown—it was near noon type time.  There were many targets of opportunity, but Jennifer and Anna were the prime targets and so Rain followed them.
	He kept his distance and became very nonchalant.  He paused to rest against a trash can, a city bus bench, and even crossed a section of the large park to come out just before the walking grandmother and granddaughter.  Just before they reached him he moved back into the park so as not to acknowledge them whatsoever—for later when Authorities would probe the grandmother for information…
	Jennifer and Anna went home never the wise of their pending happenstance.  Rain had to dodge a private security roving vehicle and then a city police car—he did not want to be placed in the area.  The dodging, of course, landed him in the side yard where a not-so-friendly doggie awaited to chew his face off.
	The EMAD did little to nothing to sway the mastiff to do otherwise and a noisy scramble there was for Rain to make his escape not so easily over the side yard fence, across the backyard and there he was temporarily distracted by something new.
	Modern home from the late 60s, backyard pool, a nice covered patio deck, typical styling of 1960s architecture.  A back bedroom revealed to Rain a teenage boy “gettin’ after it” on his bed.  The boy about sixteen or so was stark naked and just a hammerin’ his schlong that was wrapped in someone’s panties.  A sister?  Girlfriend?  Mom?  He was a well built fella with a nice “fella” he was working.  
	Rain noticed that the bedroom door was open a bit.  Just a bit.  Whether on purpose or not was not clear.  The boy’s business was facing the door but he wasn’t watching the door; his head was cocked backwards as he was in the midst of his gettin’ after it.
	Rain saw a woman at the door, short reddish brown hair, darting her head in and out “spying” on the masturbating boy.  It was safely assumed that the woman was the boy’s mother.  That was a given.  
	Deanna was gettin’ after it herself.  One hand braced against the rosewood door frame while the other was down her green knit pants, inside her panties, fingering herself to beat all.  Her stimulus level was high causing her to experience great emotional upheaval as she watched her teenage son masturbating—using her panties as his own stimulus factor.

	Son, David, reached the apex of his joyous moment and let out a very boisterous acknowledgement proclaiming so.  He ahhed during the ejaculation process, fluttered his eyes and continued to hammer his schlong spilling his spunk all over the panties wrapped therein.
	Deanna backed carefully away leaning against the hallway wall; her fingers diligently fingering away at her own sex which had yet to succumb to the pleasures of orgasmic anticipated orgasm.  Slowly she gathered herself enough to move and make for her bedroom.  Once there she slipped off her clothing—and before she moved to her bathroom she paused (or WAS paused.)
	She was hot.  She was horny.  She was ready.
	Rain came up to her lightly touching her—her very essence reeked giving off waves of sexual enticement:  she was horny.  Rain guesstimated her to be in her mid 40s, early 40s.  She wasn’t a bad gal, needed to work out a little but when at middle age—a woman like Deanna gave less a fuck about “working out”.  
	She wasn’t bad.  
	After a little touchy-feely Rain “let her go” and she went on to her bathroom where she stepped into the shower to finish up what was started none the wary of Rain’s presence.
	Her panties were soaked—the ones she had just slipped off and the ones wrapped about her son’s prong.  Rain was about to move into the bathroom and join the woman in the shower when he caught the subtle whiff of something familiar.  Slowly he crept down the hall to the boy’s room where he saw the lad still naked sitting on the side of his bed smoking a joint.  His Mom’s soiled panties were on the floor, his cock was still somewhat hard and still shooting a little cum.
	Time for a little Q&A.  Rain’s time with his personal EMAD and Seth’s little EMAD he had “found” had aided him in furthering his understanding of the complexities of the electronic devices.  Mind linking was becoming more stronger, subtle, and sneaky.  Questions and Answers were just a part of the game and very insightful.
	‘Would you like to put it to your Mother?’ Rain asked.
	After taking a strong inhale, the boy nodded and began working his cock, “Yeah,” he answered, “oh fuck yeah!”
	Deanna wasn’t supposed to be home, nor was David.  Things happen for a reason.  David wasn’t a virgin, but he hadn’t had a lot of “action”, either.  His desire to get laid by all the girls he knew at his school—and those he didn’t know was only superseded by his stronger desire to fuck his very own Mom!

	Well, Rain Frisco certainly couldn’t let that desire go unheeded now could he!?  (no, he couldn’t)  The boy smoked his blunt and casually worked his pud back to full stiffness thinking solely of his Mom.  Rain left him to return to Deanna.
	She was still in the shower fingering herself in a furious manner to achieve orgasm.  Using the handheld shower wand with the setting on PULSATE she “got after” in a big way.  But it actually did little in the way of satiating her desire for dick.
	There was no hubby dick for her to satisfy her need, he was an ass and down the road with his bitch he had gone for some time.  
	‘Would you like to get fucked by your Son?’ came the prying question.
	Deanna was taken aback a little, she shook off the first mind invasion but accepted the second attempt.  More than once did she see her son naked; as a child that was a given of course, but as he had grown older into his teen years she was supposed to acknowledge his privacy and shy away from those times where he would be nude.  She was very much aware of his masturbation AND the use of her panties.  
	Often did Deanna find herself laying out on her bed fingering herself righteously thinking of her son just down the hall humping her panties.  Of course she knew it was wrong and somewhat illegal if not immoral.  But beside that, he was a good looking boy who had a nice cock.
	Out of the shower and onto the tiled floor amass the bathmat and towels Rain did lay the horny filled woman—and then did lay her!  Her pussy was swampy and readily accepted his manhood.  She moaned right off from the onset of the penetration—she shivered with her nipples hardening, mouth undulating, body in sexual convulsions.
	Rain found her pussy delightfully tight and very receptive to the presence of his invading schlong.  Rain tried to keep from cumming right off but felt juts of love cream squirting out anyways.  He pumped and filled the woman’s pussy to the max and to take his mind off of cumming—although he really didn’t have much to do with the control, he suckled on her breasts, nipped the nipples and melted.
	It was something Deanna needed—dick.  She needed rode and rode hard—she shuddered and contorted all over as her sex reverberated with one long enduring orgasm.  She clung to Rain, wrapping her legs about him and very muchly clenched the invading prong within her.  She humped back and was pretty much in control of the happenstance.
	Rain delivered a pleasing fuck releasing a torrent of fluid that was lasting.  He shuddered all over himself; then fully melted afterwards.

	When he had recovered—ten minutes later, he found Deanna still horny (and then some.)  Rain loved on her a little more “just because” and manipulated the woman to her bed.  He had a plan.
	With his cock dripping bit of cum he returned to David’s room where he found the boy once more in the midst of pleasing his cock—this time, though, he was sprawled out on his bed, the bedding pulled back so as to lay his nakedness against the bed sheet.  Then, he was humping.  He still had his Mother’s panties and had them laid out on the bed where he humped them as well; occasionally he brought a hand back to spank himself, rub his ass, and squeeze a cheek.
	‘Uh, let’s go do something else.’ Rain said interrupting the boy in mid hump.
	David slowly stopped humping his bed, pulled himself up and lankered down the hallway, naked, with a serious boner.  He was a little delirious and very easily mind-manipulated.  At his Mother’s bedroom door that was also open askew the boy paused (was paused) and he saw his Mother on her bed—naked just a gettin’ after it to beat all!
	Slowly did David enter in.
	Deanna froze at the intrusion and required very little further mind manipulation from Rain as she focused her attention to her son’s proud erection.  Son David, though, needed a little coaxing/prodding to get him to go on.  His Mom remained on her bed, naked, waiting.  She was sitting up partly, oblivious to the naked man behind her son, in awe and wait.  
	David eventually, though, came unto his Mother—she parted her legs and let him take a real hard look at her and the pussy that had bore him years earlier.  Then she reached out and took holt of her son’s schlong, bringing him to her.  The boy crawled onto the bed and then onto his Mom.  Deanna laid out, opened her legs wide and David went straight into her.  No foreplay, or no oral, no cuddling beforehand; fuck that—give me straight unabashed sex.
	Rain watched them as they coupled and felt the need to continue on his way—his job here done and done well.  

	Three homes down he found Grandma Jennifer and granddaughter Anna having an afternoon snack of Milk & Cookies.  Rain was still “high” from visiting Jennifer’s neighbor; with little trouble he swayed Jennifer to let him as he was outside (side window) and she let him in from the back patio door.

	Little Anna was unaffected by the EMAD’s doing, but she was six; the EMADs had little effect on young children.  Rain smiled to the little girl and had her go to her room and show him her plush animals.  Meanwhile, while the little girl happily skipped off to the room she had when she came to stay overnights with her Grammy, Rain attended to the mindless Jennifer.
	For being in her mid 60s, Jennifer wasn’t a bad dame.  She was well kept up with “parts” in their proper proportions.  There was a miss connection of having the woman undress herself—she made faces as the instruction came to her and though she wanted to comply she had difficulties doing so.  Rain gave up trying thru the electronic device and undressed himself.  He had her top and bra off and was on his knees taking down her slacks when little Anna suddenly showed up bearing a pink elephant under one arm and an octopus under the other.
	It was too confusing for the little girl to comprehend—she stood in awe with mouth agape.  Rain smiled and faced her and with her state of mind in flux (disarray) he did manage to use the EMAD against her.  Just to calm her and blank her mind.  Then he returned to Jennifer and finished undressing her.
	The setting was Jennifer’s living room; she had a modest well kept house whereas from the front door there was of course the living room—a large spacious room with modern furnishings not too old or worn.  A large ornate coffee table took up a lot of space, an upright piano took up a wall; a large television was angled in a corner with bookshelves on either side.  Family pictures and portraits adorned the walls and tables.
	The kitchen was on the other side with a breakfast table in the center and a small dinning room adjacent.  Down the short hall was a bathroom, then the old woman’s bedroom and another bedroom, then a den that once used to be a bedroom.  A modest home; humble and quaint.  
	With her panties off that were full brief, Jennifer was naked.
	‘When’s the last time you “got some?”’ Rain probed.  She was a widow.  Her hubby had past away some time ago and it had been “some time” since last she had “gotten some.”
	Rain smiled and right there on her blue country style newly refurbished cushion she “got some.”  With her aged old ass on the edge of the cushy cushion, her legs up Rain’s chest, Rain Frisco plowed the retired factory worker’s cunt.
	Ten years had that old twat gone without so much as a fingering!  Rain eased his mighty fuck stick into her dick trench and got busy with the pumping—midway along he saw little Anna standing at the entrance to the living room with a little trickling down her legs…

	Rain continued his fucking of Jennifer until spewing his load into her three minutes later.  Jennifer herself had a nice little orgasm; she twitched and contorted with her mind darting in and out of consciousness, awareness, and everything in between.  Mostly she was somewhat aware of getting laid (and she didn’t care.)
	Afterwards, Jennifer collapsed into a euphoric state of being; Rain took a small moment for himself, then went to Anna.  Anna had peed herself, her mind was blank, her panties soaked.  Carefully did Rain pull off the girl’s short tall outfit, then her undershirt/top leaving her in the soaked powder blue panties.  Though Rain’s cock was mightily shagged out from the humping of Jennifer and Deanna, there was serious throbbing hardness as he checked over the lovely little girl with pissy panties.
	Gently did he tugged the wetted garment down; his cock surged to a new life.  He stood but stood with a stance of having his legs outward so as to take his surging prong to Anna’s sweet face.  There he did hump with great pleasure; poked her nostrils but mostly the sides of her sweet-sweet face.
	Then into her mouth.
	He was a dog.  His pleasures exceeded all, along with gall.  After a few in and outs in the little girl’s mouth he put her on the cushiony recliner, wiped her with her pissed in panties, then applied his tongue for a few minutes of furious tonguing.  
	Rain liked—a lot!
	Parting the young girl’s legs his tongue feverously burrowed into her virgin sex.  It was fantastic!  So soft, reeking of urine with a salty flavor enhancing the thrill.
	Then he was fingering the girl, admiring her total nakedness with a building furor wallowing up inside him.  Empowerment.  Overwhelming another for the pure pleasure of sexualizing them.  She was too young to fuck and barely could he get his rod into her mouth—but he did.  After much licking of her pissy pussy and then fingering, the consummate perv laid his favorite organ against her delicious cunt and there he did hump.
	Hump and grind until the feeling of orgasm beset him and a great spew squirted forth soiling the child’s belly, chest, and face.  Rain scrunched his cock right into the child’s slit grinding hard with his balls nestled tight; his spew squirted a great load fully draining him.  He shuddered and felt his energy level drop significantly. 
	A little more loving on the girl, though, he did do.  He kissed on her, raised her legs and spanked her ass until it turned red and his hand began to sting.  The girl felt the sting of the spank herself and twisted some.

	Rain let her twist.  Keeping her legs up high with her ankles locked in his powerful hand, he pressed his cum shooter against the girl’s equally virgin poop chute.  It was clean and very virginal.  There was no way—no flippin’ way his cock could make entry.  But not for the lack of trying.  He tried.  The bulbous tip of his prick was too soft but he enjoyed making the attempt.  He was more successful sticking his finger in…

And speaking of sticking his finger in it…
	Narly Senses
	After a time with Jennifer and Anna, Rain departed leaving the two in a very naked sticky state of being.  One more gracious hump did Rain give to Anna, humping her pussy slit and getting what he could into her mouth before going back to her Grandmother where he plugged the old gal’s cunt and fucked her silly.
	There was some mind dinking, messing with their minds to “fix” them, obliterating from their minds what had happened and why they were naked (and sticky.)  Rain showed (alone) then continued on his way finding something curious.
	As merrily he walked along with sunny sidewalk of Ridgeview Drive strange extraordinary sensory perception came upon him.  He didn’t know how to explain it and certainly the ESP could be attributed to the use (and over use) of his personal EMAD.
	Narly Senses.
	It was a good guess.  Narly Senses; it gave him insight where insight wasn’t needed.  It was simple spying kicked up a notch.  It was Hi-tech X-ray vision!  Rain found it amusing (if not insightful.)
	Case in point, 14309 Ridgeview.
	A quaint house of off-yellow stucco, a nice front yard with shrubs and trees.  A nice car was in the drive, a family station wagon in the open garage.  It was a nice house.  A young girl about eight years or so came tearing out of the house running near for her life—that was what caught Rain’s attention first.  His Narly Senses came to be and he focused on what was going on within.
	What was going on within was a tall woman who just stepped out of the 1960s—the hairstyle, glasses, dress and mannerisms.  She wasn’t prissy or a snot, but she was semi-Christian and a very stern woman who snitched to her just came home husband about their daughter’s misbehavior.
	Eight year old daughter Marcy had been caught with a nudy magazine with her friend and cohort Jill.  It was Jill who had been seen flying out of the house.  Marcy’s Daddy was about to administer disciplinarian action.

	Rain was all about that.
	In her bedroom, young Marcy stood with some trepidation about her pending doom.  A nice girl’s room, large bed for a child of eight; she had nice things, and was well cared for—and discipline was just a part of it.  
	The Mommy snitched to the Daddy and he went into Marcy’s room, shutting the door behind.  The Mommy hung loose outside cocking her head to hear the telltale sounds of discipline being dispensed.
	She didn’t have to wait long.
	The Daddy had the magazine in question, looked it over, got wood, then told his little and only girl, “take ‘em down.”
	Marcy gulped, pursed her lips, and clenched.  She had been standing with her hands to her side then up to her mouth twisting as some children do when they are facing pending doom.  She wore short britches and a red top.  She was eight years old being nine years old in five months.  With a sigh and a determination all her own she undone her jeans and pushed them down.  Then, as she had been disciplined before, she bent over.
	Daddy Carl Stevenson cocked his head to gawk at his daughter’s pose, specifically her ass clad in off-pink panties.  He did lick his lips and then land a swift hand to her ass that caused the girl to let out a quick yelp of distress.  Thereafter she resolved to keep her cries to herself and defy her Father that particular pleasure.
	Another strike and young Marcy was hard pressed to keep that vow.
	Rain saw, though, that the disciplinarian was sweating.  He was a little under tall and a little overweight—just a little.  He wasn’t physically fit but not overly out of shape, either.  There was more.  More than physiology at stake, there was another element being pesky with man causing him to sweat.
	He was leering.  A more formal earnest manner of “gawking” at his daughter’s ass.  Marcy couldn’t help but twist some as she was swatted bare handed.  She seethed snot, screwed up her face, clenched herself tightly and endured.  Another swat came nearly sending her out of her skin.
	Then her Daddy worked her panties down himself.
	Oh!

	Marcy’s ass was tenderized to the point that she was “unaware” of what her Daddy was doing—which was caressing with intent to get wood.  But “wood” he already had.  All over the young girl’s blistered ass did Daddy Carl molest—er, caress.  Then he parted her cheeks and took a long strong gander at her poop chute.
	There was lust in his eyes and a strong-strong desire.

	A light smack to keep the girl in the know that she was still being disciplined and then the Daddy with wood began finger his daughter’s asshole.  All the way down to her ankles did her panties go; the man got on his knees and peered intently at the girl’s bum, her crack, and everything else.  
	After much ado about finger fucking his eight year old, the man positioned himself behind her and unleashed his manly manhood.  Right up against her searing ass the manhood did go—spanking some but mostly gouging happily with serious targeting objective to the girl’s hole.
	It had been there before.  On his knees, Daddy Carl was in prime positioning with his schlong pressing hard against Anna’s crapper.  The girl breathed hard and then held her breath with pretty eyes of blue bulging as the penetration began.  The girl’s Daddy had a grip on her hips and slowly drove himself into her.
	He wasn’t in it for the long haul, though; he didn’t even go all the way to the hilt of his cock.  Half way and four pumps, then he pulled out and gouged his girl’s pussy before smacking his manhood against her still searing ass.
	Outside the lingering snitch Mother pecked on the door, “Is everything alright in there?” she asked out of some concern.
	Carl put Marcy on the bed, on her back, yanked her legs up and began swatting her ass.  The girl refused to cry out in distress which only made the Daddy more pissed.  He spanked her harder and it did seem as though the Mommy lingering outside the bedroom door was more concerned than ever.
	Too late.  She snitched out her daughter and that was the consequences.  Maybe she needed a spanking later…
	Carl finally began to ejaculate and spewed his spew all over his daughter’s pussy and asshole.  Up between her he went and seriously got into the “groove” straining his cock as he rode her young pussy getting every bit of his love cream spillage out.  Arching his back he undulated all over, contorted oddly with head jerks and eye flutters to beat all.
	His energy level had dropped significantly; Marcy rolled away from him grossed out by being cum on.  She lay on her stomach rubbing her stricken ass; Carl managed to pull himself together stand up and zip up just in time for when his wife opened the bedroom door.
	She didn’t really particularly care for to see her daughter with her pants and panties down and her bare little ass tomato red.  
	‘Maybe next time you should take the spanking instead.’
	‘Maybe nest time you shouldn’t snitch on your own daughter!’
	and with that he departed to seek new adventure.

New adventure
	New adventure for Rain Frisco was just down the block.  But there was more to it than that.  He couldn’t exactly explain it—so he didn’t.  He had learned since having an EMAD in his life to just “go with it” (it saved a lot of trips to the therapist.)
	There was a bit of overwhelming issues to deal with involving “new found” powers of awareness.  Again, he didn’t understand it but went with it just the same.  He found as he “went with it” he could push aside less pesky intrusive awarenesses of happenings around him and focus on one single Power of Awareness.
	One such PoW was the delicious ass of a girl about thirteen walking down a sidewalk entering into the downtown area of City.  A nice bright sunny day; typical downtown city atmosphere and plenty of other awareness factors to alert and keep busy factoring in.  Somehow, though, he kept focused on the thirteen year old.  She seemed to have some sort of destiny ahead for her and Rain wanted to be a part of it.
	The Cosworth Building, 22nd & Lorrel-Glenn Dr.
	A big sucker standing proudly some twenty-two stories up.  A bank was on the ground floor, offices of this and that occupied the upper floors.  Subject Kristy Lawrence acknowledged the security and doorman then sashayed her sweet little butt to the main elevators.  Rain right behind her but he wasn’t sure how…
	Up to the fifteenth floor.  Rain hated elevators; stop and go—stop and go.  Some people got on, some people got off, some people farted.  At the 15th Floor Kristy ambled along bright wide hallways to the Anderson Potter Lawrence & Associates office.  The receptionist greeted Kristy warmly but stated that “your father is in a meeting.”
	He was always in a meeting.
	It wasn’t often Kristy made unannounced visits to her Father’s office, just when she was downtown blowing off some school function of some type or other.  Kristy went down a short hall and then into a door.  Rain right behind her.  His quest was her quest or he would have had her naked in the elevator ride long before this.
	The door led down another short hallway that opened up to a small private patio.  From the patio there were sliding doors to prime offices, officers of the company and whatever.  Kristy firstly went to the railing and looked down to the city street below—and promptly hocked a lugi.
	She giggled, pulled her panties out of her crack, farted, then went to a sliding door.  It wasn’t locked and once inside she let rip another enormous butt blast.  Luckily, no one was about to hear it (or get a whiff of it.)

	The room was a conference room, with a wet bar.  Kristy made for the bar straightaway and helped herself to making of a bourbon neat.  The room was dark, too; the only light was the natural light from outside.  The drapes were not fully closed, the a/c was on, and the “wind” from being over the city street was a little noisy.
	Kristy swigged down her hooch quickly, looked at the portraits on the wall of prominent members of the esteemed architectural company and smiled as she came to the portrait plaque that was her Daddy.
	Checking her watch she moved to the far end of the conference room to a door that was almost invisible.  It wasn’t a “secret” door per se—but close counts.  Kristy opened it slowly as she remembered what the receptionist had told her—“meeting.”
	He was having a meeting alright, with Ms. Angie Albrighth!
	Angie Albrigth was Doug Lawrence’s personal secretary.  And it was very personal—their meeting.  Angie was some brown haired bimbo in her late 20s, fresh from college and already a personal secretary.  Having a tight bod might have had something to do with it.  Laying bent over on his desk Angie’s top was pushed up over her shoulders; her bra and panties on the floor, her tight skirt undone and up over her hips.  Her Boss (Doug Lawrence) was behind her, his dress slacks down along with his underwear and he delivered unto her his dictation.
	Kristy didn’t bust them—it wasn’t the first time she had spied on them.  She waited.  The view was from the side, a profile; occasionally during the dictation, Doug pulled out—his cock was long, hard, and dripping with “liquid paper”.  Up against the young woman’s lily white ass did the throbbing dripping erection go—he smacked her ass hard, then gouged her crack before resuming.
	Some minutes later and the dictation was a done deal.  Doug gave a mighty thrust and the deed was done.  He pounded hard, pulled out and smacked the lily white ass some more—then reinserted for a full one minute finale.
	Angie made little noises, she frigged herself from underneath, wiggled all about and had something of an orgasm.  Doug was all about having his own and tormenting the young bitch’s ass.  Kristy had no idea that he could be so—weird.  Casually she wondered if he was that way with her Mom?
	It was horrible thought to think of one’s parents having sex.
	Kristy didn’t seem to be too disturbed by what she was seeing, though.  In facts, she had smile and something working on her mind.  The bimbo secretary raised herself up from the desk—then giggling and gawking at her Boss’ cock went to her knees.

	The angle was askewed at the great desk somewhat blocked the prime viewing—but Kristy knew what was going on—her Daddy was getting a blowjob.  There were slurping sounds (and other sounds accompanying such actions involving someone getting a Presidential).  Kristy quietly and slyly fingered herself.
	Doug Lawrence turned a bit so whereas his backside was to the “secret” door.  It gave his spying daughter a view of his naked backside; Angie had her hands on Doug’s ass as she serviced his dick, she bobbed her head back and forth in a quick rapid manner gobbling dick meat and making lots of noise as she did so.
	Some minutes thereafter and she was making lip smacking noises as her Boss emptied a second personal spew load.  The dong was still hard and came out to hump the young woman’s face and perhaps more would have happened had it not been for a knock on the door interrupting them.
	Angie grabbed discarded clothing and flew to Doug’s personal bathroom.  Doug pulled up his underwear and slacks, ran his hand thru his hair and sprayed the room with a decanter spray.  Then, after settling into his chair he pushed a button under his desk and the door opened.
	Business partners, young up and coming scumholes who would gladly suck Doug’s cock to get up the corporate ladder.  Kristy held fast where she was—ready to dart if the men wanted to come into the conference room.  But they didn’t, it was just a chat-chat bullsession business related and the intruders left after a few minutes.
	Angie came out of the bathroom, she was refreshed, giggly, and made her way out, too.  Doug made way into the bathroom and Kristy entered into the office.  She settled into her Daddy’s chair, spun around a bit, rifled thru his drawers (desk drawers) and waited for her Daddy to return.
	He returned moments later refreshed and was surprised to see his young teenage daughter.  He still had wood, too.  the two embraced, chit-chatted and when Doug plopped himself into his chair, daughter Kristy plopped herself onto his lap.
	She was up to something—she had a mischievous look etched on her face and she was all about being lovey-dovey on her Daddy’s lap.  Doug was somewhat used to his daughter’s affections, but daughter Kristy was getting older and her actions on his lap were—well, provocative.
	And coming off of just shagging his secretary only complicated things and made matters worse---‘specially since his boner hadn’t decreased any.  Kristy was all smiles and had hardened nipples, too!  Daddy Doug noted them although he tried not to note them.  It wasn’t the proper Daddy thing to do.

	But daughter Kristy perpetuated the situation and finally stared into her Daddy’s eyes.
	“I know.” she said.
	Doug cocked his head, “Know what, sweetkins?”
	“About you and the bimbo.”
	Doug’s face went ashen and his heart possibly stopped.  He gulped for air and stared back into his daughter’s face saying “Y-you do?”
	“Yep.” she nodded her head, still smiling, still wiggling, still with hardened nipples.
	“H-how do you know?”
	Kristy smiled and wasn’t so sure she should give up her secret.
	“The door.” she said giving up the secret anyways.  She nodded to the secret door leading to the conference room.  Doug sighed.
	“Shit.” he exclaimed.  
	He was a married man, children, a prominent member of the business community, a member of a church, a high muckity-muck and news of infidelity would not be good.
	Then,
	“It’s ok, Daddy.”
	Doug was awed.  “What?” he asked for clarity.
	“I said, “it’s ok.””
	Daddy Doug blinked his eyes.  “It is?”
	“Sure.” Kristy said shrugging her shoulders.  She still smiled, though, her mischievousness revealing.
	“What do you want?” it was a guess, and a good guess.  She had him, right by his sweaty balls.  Blackmail!  It was such an ugly word but it worked.
	Kristy shrugged, “Oh, I dunno--”
	“A raise in your allowance?” 
	Kristy shrugged.
	“That new bike?  Cash up front?” and the list grew and grew.
	Kristy shrugged at each proposal, turned from her Daddy to lay up against his desk perusing over the clutter, family photos, awards, etc.  Rain saw the man’s eyes go right straight to his daughter’s ass.  For a long while the man was mesmerized by that ass.  It was a wondrous ass and he admired it—although he wasn’t supposed to.
	Kristy brought a hand back and smoothed it over a cheek.
	Daddy Doug moaned and was in agony.

	Kristy parted her legs and angled her ass to be more direct.  Daddy Doug-in-agony stared in awe with a highly confused mind.  The intent was clear enough—but it was his daughter.  His daughter!  Shaking his head, blinking his eyes he couldn’t rightly follow thru with the proposed deed.
	But he wanted to.
	He had never molested his daughter—never-ever.  He had seen her naked, bathed her, wiped her, dressed her (completely) but the thought of fingering her out on the sly or getting off while spanking her never crossed his mind.  He was too busy sinking his corporate cock into this secretary and that secretary, a family friend, wife’s girlfriend, Boss’ secretary, Boss’ daughter, and the occasional babysitter.
	Kristy wriggled her ass (specifically), patted it, and spread her stance. It was a clear invite.  She then turned her head to smile at her Daddy, giving him a whimsical gleam trying to convey to him “go ahead.”
	Daddy Doug had a difficult time with the “go ahead” signal, but the desire within him prompted him to “go ahead” and give the girl’s ass a rub.  So he did.  And once that was accomplished the rest as they say—was gravy.  His hand went all over the girl’s ass with fingers going right between the legs where he found the most heat—and moistness.
	Kristy (on her own) undone her jeans and pushed them off her hips exposing her delicious teen ass.  Doug nearly melted right off the corporate chair.  It had been a while since he had seen his daughter in her underwear.  He had seen her in a bathing suit, but undies was something special.
	Slowly did Doug rub his daughter’s butt, caressing it without actually feeling of it.  It seemed to be an enduring time but Kristy allowed it; but there was a limit of her wait and slowly ever so slowly she slipped down her panties.
	Just to expose her ass.
	Daddy Doug DID melt off of his corporate chair.
	The panties were pushed down just enough to expose the ass.  Doug gawked at the near lily white ass, the crack, and the delight of all man.  There was no stopping him, his fingers diligently touched her bare skin; delved into the crack to touch the “hole” and then slide to the girl’s pussy where he found it very moist and dripping with sex juices!
	It was obvious that his daughter wanted fucked.
	Doug stood and unleashed Big Dougie, a seven and a half inch monster schlong.  He stroked it, rubbed it against Kristy his daughter’s ass, up and down her crack with some effort to try and enter her backdoor but with more intent to enter her hot and ready pussy.
	The hot and ready pussy was where the Big Dougie went, though.  There was some effort to make vaginal penetration, but once the head was in the rest followed easily enough (but it was still a little with effort).  Kristy clung to the desk, her face staring right at the family photo box—she smiled as she knew her Mom would flip out if she knew.  She had flipped out when she caught Kristy masturbating—and doubly flipped the fuck out when she found Kristy masturbating her older brother!  
	But that had been some years ago.  Kristy was the only girl but had four brothers.  All but the oldest one had gotten more than a simple handjob from Kristy…
	All the Lawrence boys got BJs, all the boys had jerked off onto Kristy’s beared chest and as previously stated, all the boys but the oldest one had gotten more than a blowjob—they had gotten to fuck her!  The oldest one had missed out as he had been out of the house by the time Kristy was old enough to “give it up.”
	Daddy Doug sank his cock into his daughter’s super moist cunt—his mind blanking as every inch of his massive manhood he took.  His whole body was on fire and in a swath of sweat.  Gripping her hips he began a powerful bout of fucking.  He wanted to slow his pace and glide easily so as to enjoy but the sensation was too much to abandon.  Quick pumps there was with great strides to hump and hump hard.
	It was lasting, though; he had already cum off in his secretary and it took a man a little while to get another cum blast going.  That helped (sort of).  He desired to cum, he wanted to cum, he had to cum in order to make the completion completed.  Without the cum blast, there was no completion of the act and the act of cumming was the deal.
	But in the interim, there was the joy of fucking.
	Kristy clung tightly to the desk reeling in the fact that her Daddy’s big dick was in her sex.  She could feel the monstrous schlong schlepping away at her hot cunt.  There were better places to get laid, and though it was kind of kinky to get humped on her Daddy’s desk BY her Daddy, someplace more comfortable would be more appropo.
	Doug tightened his hands to his daughter’s hips and plowed a little more furiously as he began to feel the stirrings of a pending orgasm.  His balls slapped hard making the telltale sounds of serious sexual intercourse in progress.  He humped harder, faster, harder-faster; then began to strain as he felt juts of his love cream spewing from his masterful cock.
	Then he pumped even faster driving his cock into his daughter’s cunt like an engineer drove his train (into a long dark tunnel).

	And speaking of long dark tunnel driving…
	One jut—two juts—three juts—that’s it!  One massive pump and the eruption of love juices began to spew.  Doug strained with every inch of his love tool inside his daughter’s cunt.  Cum squirted into her pussy with much reverence—followed by two more intense juts and that was it.  Doug’s energy level dropped off significantly.  
	Breathing hard he pulled his mighty manhood out of his daughter’s swamp box, slapped it all over her dainty ass and nearly collapsed onto her.  His arms shot out with his hands bracing against the desk straddling Kristy to keep him from falling on her.  The deed was done.  He had fucked his one and only daughter AND cum in her.
	And he liked it.
	There was remorse, of course, the deed was an incestuous one and a line he knew he shouldn’t have crossed.  However, Kristy had perpetuated the deed and was a willing subject.  And she was a good fuck at that!  Teen girls had the best pussies!
	For a long minute there was virtually nothing that he could do.  Nothing but sweat and watch bits of his cum drip from his dick.  Kristy had turned over and there she was—her pussy glistening in her essence as well as his own.  He didn’t feel bad about it whatsoever.  
	And apparently, neither did Kristy.
	Doug finally managed to pull himself together and stood up.  His legs went straight bracing tightly to keep himself erect.  Kristy pushed down her pants and panties, then kicked them off her feet.  Her green top followed and then her half undershirt and bra.
	She was nude.
	Damn if she didn’t look good!
	The thought that she was his own daughter faded.  He didn’t care.
	Kristy eyed the one-eyed-monster dangling between her Daddy’s legs.  Off of the desk she went to her knees and taking the semi softening schlong she masturbated it like she had done to her brothers, then kissed the soiled head.  That was followed by taking the member into her mouth.  It was hot, sticky, icky, slick, cum laden, and everything else.  Kristy didn’t care and took in as much as she could—which was almost all but not quite.  Only brother Tim had a cock like Daddy’s, the other boys had six inchers with brother Adam having a little bit more but not quite.
	A little bit of a struggle there was as the monster schlong refused to restiffen.  Only after Kristy began to fondle the balls and seriously get on with the “sucking” aspect of her misdeed did the cock begin to surge to life.

	Doug didn’t know what his daughter was doing (well, he knew what she was doing--) but it was a mind blowing experience—er, other than being blown down below.
	Kristy pulled out and began seriously working her Daddy’s cock, working it—working it—working it until a jut of cum squirted splashing onto her face.  A little more working and another jut came to squirt onto her nakedly bared teenage breasts.
	One more blast of hot Daddy spunk and that was all he had to give.
	Kristy sat on her knees grinning up to her Daddy—she had him, by the balls and everything else.  A new bike and a bump in her allowance was just the beginning.
	The two moved to the bathroom and personal shower where after Kristy was rinsed off she took her Daddy’s naughty cum squirter and with a little effort and sufficient time got it hard and poking her dirt chute.  Daddy Doug took over and after finger fucking Kristy’s asshole directed his naughty incestuous prong into his daughter’s rectum.  With his cock lathered up in soap and Kristy’s hole laden with soap, penetration was easy.  (not too mention that Kristy’s backdoor was not virginal either.)
	Epilogue:  Later that evening, Kristy arrived home with a brand new bicycle, an allowance increase, and no yelling about the D in her report card.  Girls can be diabolical…

*

 	“Bob was excited about his new rifle and decided to try it out on some bear hunting.  He traveled up to Alaska, spotted a small brown bear and shot it.  Soon after there was a tap on his shoulder, and he turned around to see a big black bear
  	The black bear said, “That was a very bad mistake.  That bear was a distant cousin.  I’m going to give you two choices.  Either I maul you to death or we have sex.” 
 	After careful consideration Bob decided to accept the alternative to being mauled.
  	So the black bear had his way with Bob.  Even though he felt sore for two weeks Bob soon recovered and vowed revenge.  He headed out on another trip to Alaska where he found the big black bear and shot it dead. Right after, there was another tap on his shoulder.  This time a huge grizzly bear stood right next to him.

  	The grizzly said, “That was a big mistake, Bob.  That bear was a  cousin.  You've got two choices:  Either I maul you to death or we have rough sex.”
 	Again, Bob thought it was better to cooperate than be mauled to death. So the grizzly had his way with Bob.  And although he survived, it took ole Bob several months before full recovery.
  	Now Bob was completely outraged, so he headed back to Alaska and managed to track down the grizzly bear and shot it.  He felt sweet revenge, but then, right after, there was a tap on his shoulder.
  	Bob turned around to find giant polar bear standing there.
  	The biggest polar bear he had ever seen looked at him and said, “     
 	“Admit it Bob, you don't come here for the hunting, do you?”

*

That’s not in the handbook!
	From the Handbook of Grier Mountain Scouts “A Scout shall always be prepared.”  “A Scout shall always be ready (for anything).”  “A Scout shall be Honest and Trustworthy.”  And several long pages of what a Scout should be and should not be.
	Maureen looked over the pages with not so much enthusiasm, but she was less enthused with her girl group and their lame activities.  Maureen didn’t fashion herself as a tomboy, but she desired to accomplish some of the goals the boys enjoyed.  She like camping, hiking, and experiencing the wild outdoors; just wasn’t a fanatic about it.  When younger she had enjoyed playing ball (games) but was blossoming into a fine young woman and those things were becoming passé.
	The thing of it all was, really, there were no GIRLS in the nearly exclusive Scout club and that annoyed Maureen.  She wasn’t a troublemaker but just wanted equal rights for all.  She was blossoming into an activist, too.
	Getting herself into the Scouts was easy enough, she couldn’t be denied; the fact that her older brother and Daddy were in the Scouts AND Daddy was a Scout Master didn’t have a thing to do with it.  (not much it didn’t)
	The “getting in” was easy, the Passing the Initiation Tests/Requirements to stay in was the thing.  Maureen was up for the task, to show her brother and boys in general as well as some snooty girls in her social.  Her Daddy had no doubts that she could pass at least some of the Beginning Entry Level Scout tasks and requirements; her brother, Barry, had some doubts she would last the day.

	The Grier Mountains that butted up against the Socorro Mountains was the place—higher elevation and more inundated with trees.  The Socorro Mountains were more desert like.  Maureen had been camping with her Daddy and brothers—but still, the mountain roads made her ill.  She was way glad to get out of the car and into the refreshing woods.  She was “indisposed” for some time.
	The Scouts made camp and after Maureen returned she was quickly put to begin her testing requirements.  She didn’t mind but would have rather preferred a little more time beforehand.
	“Find the Path” was one such element in being a Scout; locate a pathway, find the marks left by fellow scouts, and return to camp unimpeded and not helped by anyone.  Daddy Scout Master followed secretly behind her feeling bad for her when she had to pause along the way to blow chunks…
	Eventually, though, she found her way back to camp in near record time—despite puking along the way and once stopping to pee.  Maureen was not Daddy Bob’s natural daughter, she had been so for only a year.  He had three boys, the oldest, Barry, was in the Scouts, the other boys were in other forms of scouting.  No girls.  He married a woman who had three girls, no boys.  It was a different life for them all and they were still in the throws of getting used to one another.
	The relationship Bob had with his new daughters was good, they got along and respected one another.  He knew that in part, Maureen’s attempt at being a Scout was just another form of getting to be more “in” with him and her brother.
	Thankfully, Barry and Maureen got along—they hadn’t so when they first officially moved in as a blended family as it was typical Boys against Girls and Brothers against Sisters.  Typical family strife and that was expected and anticipated.  Nothing serious and eventually they all began to “get along.”
	One task after another did thirteen year old Maureen accomplish without fail or flaw.  Barry was a little disgusted but that was atypical of a brother wanting to see his sister fail as well as a boy wanting to see a girl fail for barging in on a literal secret society like the Scouts.  But then, a revelation!  He was glad of her accomplishments and proud to have her as a sister.  He had come to a crossroads where he could have continued to despise her or appreciate her.  The fourteen year old decided to appreciate her and not wallow in disgust.
	Besides, she had given him a handjob, a blowjob, and let him fuck her ass.  Oh!

	It was the sisterly thing to do, and she was eager the beaver—or was that her beaver was eager?  Well, anyways, just some months after moving in as a blended One All family she participate in the incestuous ritual of extreme Touchy-Feely.  Maureen was aware of her brother masturbating, AND using her and her sisters panties to do so with.  She was a little grossed out by his actions but she, too, was enthralled.  
	Quite often did she spy on him wanking off—in the bathroom, up in the attic, in the basement, and in the garage where there was more privacy than the other places.  He was good and could squirt cum quite aways.  Maureen longed to know what the taste of that milky white cream was like.  Girlfriends in her social spoke in giddy tones about the “taste” of a boy’s cum; they spoke of getting doinked, boinked, and humped—it gave cause for Maureen to seek pleasures unto herself as well.
	One late-very late evening she approached her brother as he emerged from the garage after a masturbation session.  He wasn’t a bad looking guy, even for a step-brother.  He had some charm, was fairly smart, kind of athletic, and sided with her on many issues concerning the family.  
	“I know what you’re doing.” she had told him.
	This, of course, frightened him and he stammered.
	Maureen smiled and with a hand to his arm, “It’s ok.”
	This made Barry even more frightened.  Then, the look on her face—such a sweet face that was full of what only could be described as “naughtiness.”
	With her other hand and drawing herself up closer to him, she brushed the back of her hand against his still erect arouser.  Barry was flabbergasted to say the least.  “What the f--” but before he could blurt out the rest of his awe, Maureen was guiding him back into the garage.
	There she pulled her nightgown off of her shoulders revealing herself fully to him.  She was nude.  There was some moonlight streaming thru the clean window bathing the girl in a wondrous magnificent light.  Sure she was his step-sister, and sure she was nigh but thirteen.  But she was cute!  Especially naked!  And willing!  What was a boy to do!?
	Barry, though, was still stunned by her actions; so he stood still stunned while the naked girl he had only known for about two years while his widowed Dad dated the lonely woman who had the three girls went to her knees and tugged down Barry’s pajamas bottoms.
	For a moment she merely eyed the gangly thang; then, smiling, she began to work it—stroke it lovingly, stretch the skin tight and waggly it before she began kissing the head.  It was a little musty as it had just been “worked” minutes earlier.

	Maureen didn’t care, didn’t mind.  She felt strangely invigorated and placed her lips all the way down the new brother’s cock.  Barry was out of his mind; it was a dream cum true!  All three of his new sisters were “alright”; with, of course, Maureen being the oldest was the cutest.  Well, she was the oldest.  Her two younger siblings had some cute factor to them as well but they were way too young for him to be naughty with or to even have naughty thoughts about.
	Maureen worked his favorite organ into a sheer blissful joy as it strengthened into a pleasing erection.  Maureen gobbled the entire thang, gagging a little as the natural gag reflexes dicktated—
	But she sucked and sucked and sucked.
	And then sucked some more.
	Cupping his balls she gently squeezed them as she continued to devour and enjoy the brotherly pud in her mouth.  It did—it DID taste like string cheese!  Just like Marci Miller said it did!  Maureen giggled to herself as she had “practiced” sucking on string cheese earlier—as well as Donny Donavan’s cock.  Donny Donavan was Marci’s young brother, he was ten and Marci had been sucking him for some time.  Sucking and handjobbing was all—so she claimed.  The boy liked to see his sister nude and they enjoyed the Touchy-Feely aspect of their relationship.  Nothing more.
	Maureen was willing to go the extra mile in her relationship with Barry.  A lot extra.  After sucking him and getting her tonsils washed in his spew (and swallowing) she stood and was at a little loss as to what to do next.  It was sort of up to Barry.
	Barry didn’t know what to do, either, but he knew what he wanted to do.  So he did it.  Gently he put his new sister on a sheet of thick wood paneling that was across a pair of “A” frames.  Maureen opened her legs wide with feet on her brother’s shoulders while he preformed a little cunnilingus on her.
	Her pussy was musty and reeked a little of her personal juices, salt, and pee.  Barry didn’t mind—it turned him on!  His tongue went wickedly all about her fevered lips while shoving a finger into her sex, too.  Another fingered probed her tight (but not too tight) anus.
	It didn’t take long before both were in the throws of serious horny.  For a minute or so, Barry pounded his new sister’s cunt right there on the wooden work sheet but their antics took them to wallow on the cement floor amass their recently cast off clothing.  Barry drove his brotherly love tool into his willing sibling, fucking her brains out and reeling in the deed doing so.
	Such feelings of sexual intensity they had never known!  Their mouths met, Barry hands groping his sister’s young still developing breasts—their unionship beckoning them to encompass all that there was in regards to illicit fortitude.  
	It was love.  More than brother/sister type love, it was more—much more.  The pure illictness was part of the invigorating glory they felt when they snuck around, got naked and then got freaky.  Every chance they got they were engaging in some moral depravity (and enjoying it, too!)
	Barry was kinda worried about how it would be while camping; especially when she wanted to barge in on the Scouting thing.  When the discussion came down to what she needed in way of personal supplies and such and the subject of having her own tent or sharing with her new Daddy and brother—Maureen shrugged and unabashedly piped “I can tent with you guys, cant I?”
	She could.
	“As long as you don’t gripe (bitch) about noises (unpleasant) and such.) scoffed Barry.
	“As long as you don’t mind mine!” she retorted.
	This of course busted up the family that surrounded them.

	Come the first evening of the weekend excursion invasion, Maureen was doing well in her Scouting tasks.  Of course, having a brother AND a Daddy figure who were scouts kinda helped…
	There was a little more; after the evening meal there were some star studying, identifying some rocks, reciting certain passages of the handbook, the oath and other rites of passage.  Then it was bed.  Maureen was tired—very-very tired and a little put off that there weren’t proper facilities (a bathroom with a shower.)  She shuttled into the family tent and went promptly to sleep in her sleeping bag.
	Barry and Daddy Bob remained out at the fire some time with Barry sliding into the tent almost as dog tired as his sister.
	“Thanks.” Maureen said after Barry settled down.
	“For what?” 
	“Helping me.” earlier in the day she had missed a mark along a trail and as she stood contemplating which way to go and not get lost in doing so, a hand came out from under some thick heavy foliage drawing an arrow indicating the way.  Maureen wiped the mark away with the scuffing of her foot before the trailing Daddy saw it (although he would have let it go if he had seen it.)

	Barry worked his pants off—he hated sleeping in clothes but kept the pants inside the sleeping bag—to keep them warm ‘cause he hated putting cold pants on.
	Maureen rolled over, “Daddy coming soon?”
	Barry stifled a giggle, “Uhm, probably.” he didn’t explain.
	Maureen sighed, farted, and felt relief as she lay on her back.  Noting the mesh screen/skylight above her she jostled a bit to get a better look up.  Greg continued undressing.
	“What are you doing?” Maureen asked.
	“Getting out of my pants.” He said finding it a bit of a struggle with the constriction of the sleeping bag.
	Maureen thought it over and began undoing hers—she also found it not so easy to push them.
	“Fuck this.” she bitched and unzipped her sleeping bag, sat up and got the pants off easier.  Barry followed suit saying, “Dad will probably be out there a while longer…”
	Maureen wasn’t sure why he told her that.  She kicked off her pants and then noticed her brother—naked, with a raging hard-on.
	Oh.
	Giggling some Maureen leaned over and fondled her brother’s erection.  Barry leaned on his arm supporting himself up and as his sister finally “went down” on him, he peered out the mesh flap to the campsite.  He couldn’t see much but knew what was going on.  He smiled and returned to paying attention to his sister.

The guide book says…
	First Aid, mending broken limbs, identifying illness, identifying natural healing aids, identifying poisonous plants; and so on.  It was a trying day but she managed.  A few times Barry was there on the sly when she seemed to be in a dilemma.  When back at camp she thanked him and he was chivalrous shrugged it off.  That evening,
	Scout Master Bob announced that new inductee Maureen had indeed passed the required tests and fulfilled the requirements to be an entry level Scout member.  All that was left was the uhm—initiation.  Maureen was up for it.  Of course, it wasn’t like she thought it would be.
	For the new inductee to the Grier Mountain Scout Group Association, Maureen had to receive her merits.  As the evening settled, it was time for Maureen’s “initiation.”  At the campfire, the boys came around to give the newest member her merits.  That was in the form of bending over and being spanked.  Oh!

	Six boys lined up, from twelve to fourteen years young.  All eager beavers—er, eager for her beaver.  One by one the boys came along and smacked not too hard Maureen’s ass.  Then, as they came around for a second round, Maureen pushed her Scout trousers down.
	The boys gave her merits once more.
	On the third round—the new Scout pushed down her pink panties.
	The boys all spanked her bare ass and then—
	The boys pushed down their pants…
	Maureen wriggled her ass that was beginning to turn a light shade of red from all the spanking.  The boys removed all their clothing then their grubby hands removed their newest member’s clothing.  She was taken to a picnic table where she was stretched out and tied up hands/feet—using various techniques to make knots and bindings.
	Then, Anatomy 101
	“From the top,” said Bob the Scout Master (and Daddy to the naked thirteen year old Anatomy lesson stretched and tied up on the table for all to see and gawk at) “what is this?” and using a stick as a pointer he pointed to Maureen’s cunt.  The naked boys with boners raging said in unison,
	“The clitoral hood!”
	“Clitoris!”
	“Labia majora!”
	“Labia minora!”
	“Uretha!”
	“Vagina!”
	Maureen’s cunt was examined (closely) as well as her luscious breasts AND asshole.  With the examination of her asshole, her legs were pulled up and the stick pointer probed the rim making his step-daughter wiggle some.  She got a smack on the ass from that and all the boys surrounding were masturbating.
	Maureen was taken from the table and positioned on her hands and knees; then her hands were undone to be placed behind her and retied.  A length of rope came from the secured hands enabling the puller to pull the girl back (and forth).
	It was Barry who was the oldest and had the most merit badges and accomplishments who got to get a hummer first from the tied up girl.  While she sucked—the other members continued spanking her until her mouth was filled with cum.
	After Barry humped his fill (and filled his step-sister’s mouth with a huge gob of cum) the other boys got their turns.  And by the time the last boy had gotten off—it was time for Barry again.

	But not in the mouth…
	Maureen undoubtedly had a great ass.  Here ankles had to be undone so as to spread her legs and “get after it.”  Barry did.  His cock was in some agony but into her poop chute he went humping to hump all giving some of the naked boys in waiting the schooling they needed for when it would be their turn.
	And speaking of turns…
	Daddy Scout Master Bob stripped off his clothes and stood before his naughty willing step-daughter turned Scout plebe slut—his cock was throbbing hard and dripping cum.  Maureen went right to it without hesitation taking the whole thang in one gulp.
	Whenafter the boys had taken their turn in her asshole, they cleaned up and watched as their Scout Master schlepped his masterful cock into the girl’s backdoor, too.  Gripping the girl’s hips the man drove his prick into the hole and hammered away steadily until unleashing a torrent of spunk.

	Maureen was stood up and guided back to the table where she laid out; the boys lined up for one final Anatomy lesson.  Barry had learned the lesson of his sister’s cunt already, but no one else knew that.  He took a little time refamiliarizing himself with the lightly furry burger; it was fusty with just a scooch from being rank.  He licked it out, nipped the lips and clit, fingered her cunt and asshole and got the girl to smack his head with her thighs.
	The time had come.
	The scout group all got in close, shoulder to shoulder watching up close and very personal as Barry’s schlong slid effortlessly into the girl’s cunt.  “WOW!” some of them exclaimed aloud.  Barry pushed in and out—in and out, pulled out to hump the cunt, poke the asshole, then jam back into the wondrous cunt and began a steady rise to euphoric pleasure in a semi quick hurry.
	The boys were awed that Maureen seemed to be cumming too.  They didn’t know a girl could.  After Barry achieved his wondrous orgasm, he pulled out to smack his cock to the girl’s cunt and hump it there squirting out even more cum.  He was drained completely and didn’t think he could manage to fuck ever again (or at least until the next day…)
	The next boy had the unpleasant task of licking Maureen’s cunt clean of fresh spilled splooge.   There was much ado about giggling and catcalls from those around him but the boy closed his eyes and went in licking all over Maureen’s cum laden cunt.
	Thereafter, the twelve year old stuffed his prick in and fucked.

	Each boy took a turn taking as little as two minutes to cum to as much as four minutes.  Each boy humped and humped well driving their pricks into the plebe’s cunt; some were awkward and their young schlongs kept popping out and some just didn’t know what to do at all.  
	Finally, the last boy got off squirting his cum not so much as IN Maureen’s cunt but all over her pussy and up her stomach to her breasts.  Todd Caster, thirteen, had a small dick but it was super sensitive and at the three minute mark after humping in and out and on the new inductee, his cock literally exploded sending showers of sperm everywhere.
	Daddy Bob the Scout Master took his turn.  He didn’t go down on the girl but rubbed his prick all over the cummy cunt, stuffing her box a little to pump, pulling out to hump the gash; he had the boys hold her legs back so as to reangle her body—then he poked and prodded her asshole before finally sinking into her sex his prick for a lengthy fuck.
	Barry washed himself and retired to his tent.  What a day!  Maureen came in shortly thereafter, after cleaning herself, a rinse, and one more round of getting spanked.  She would endure the same treatment the following morning—in the morning and at noon time just before packing up and heading home.
	“I’m exhausted!” she exclaimed as she flopped onto her sleeping bag still naked.  Barry got up on an elbow—he had a lot to say but couldn’t say it.  He grinned instead.  The moonlight came in thru the mesh windows bathing the naked girl in a wondrous natural light.
	“You were good.” he finally blurted.  He was kind of embarrassed, grinning big, amazed at his sister’s talents and how well she preformed and willingly subjected herself to such outlandish treatments.
	Maureen rolled over onto her stomach rubbing her ass.  She was smiling and had lots to say herself, but couldn’t manage and in mid rub of her ass fell asleep.
	Barry maneuvered her into her sleeping bag, caressed her ass but was too tired to do anything.  He did remain as he was straddling her ass with his shagged out cock resting on her.  Outside at the campfire, more shenanigans not in the handbook of scouting were taking place.
	Thru the screen door mesh, Barry watched as Brad Finster received spanks from the other scouts.  Daddy Bob was there with his dick in Brad’s mouth.  After the last boy had spanked Brad, Brad stood up to be sucked on by all those who had spanked him.
	Including the Scout Master.
	Barry scrambled out of the tent to join in.

 	One by one the boys “bent over” to suck on their Scout Master’s cock—and received spanks from their fellow mates.  Afterwards, while still sucking, those fellow mates shoved their “fellows” into the boy’s ass whose mouth was sucking dick.
	It was quite a sight; naked boys sucking off their Master while being spanked and reamed by their peers.  The night was young and after getting spanked and fucked they sucked on each other and were spanked by the Scout Master while the did so.  Bob also shoved into their young holes his cock until it simply would get hard or stay hard.  The midnight hour had cum—er, come; the boys were shuttled off to their prospective tents; Bob doused the campfire and crawled into his own tent.  Maureen awoke, smiled at him, “Have fun?” she asked in a meek tired voice.
	Bob didn’t answer but smiled at her in a father-daughter loving way.
	Maureen flipped open her sleeping back revealing her still nude body.  Bob snuggled up against her; Barry oblivious as he was still asleep.  As Maureen snuggled up against her naughty Scout Master slash Daddy she whispered to him, “You know, Evie (the middle sister) wants to join up, too!”
	Bob smiled and glided his sore aching cock against his daughter’s body—Evie was just ten.  But she had a nice body…

*

Rural happenings
	The special of the day:  Chili Size  Barbeque Brisket  Urges
	Out on Rural Route 9 where Pecos Rd. crosses Boneyard Way there’s a diner.  Not just any diner, Mel’s Diner.  It was well known—as far as the desert town of Town and as wide as the military post just down the road.  The owner and proprietor was Mel Selprahs; a crusty old sea dog who made a mean chili.
	Mel served up mean chili along with a mean cock.  Senior Waitress Florence Castle leaned against the Serve Up counter half window with her head peering out to the dining area while behind her her Boss served up his Chief Cook cock.
	“Flo” giggled and smiled as she looked on the few patrons who were having their afternoon meal while meanwhile behind her, here friend and horny Boss humped her ass.  Her waitress outfit was hiked up over her waist with her panties off and legs spread wide; Mel’s cock wasn’t particularly long but it was thick.

	Mel had had several waitresses in his humble diner in the several years he had owned and operated it, but with Florence—wow, she was something special.  For one thing, she was the only one to put up with him!  Mel was a crusty old sailor.  He didn’t cuss, though; which was unusual.  But he was crusty, gruff, and had his way and that was the only way.
	Flo was a flirtatious gal, a long tall gal who hailed from Texas; she had spunk (inside and out) and was tenacious in her abilities to sway the most orneriest coot to warm up to her.  She wore lots of jewelry, chomped gum, and new Mel’s menu list by heart.  After a time at the diner she knew the regulars who came in and what they wanted.  She got good tips as a result.  She had charm and could sass back anyone who dished it out—including Boss Mel.
	Two other waitresses came along when business got good; Vera Dingbat and Alice lonely desperate widow.  Vera was the quintessential dingbat—a bit of an airhead, took things too literally, and knew that she was being followed by unseen forces.  She believed in the Dark Forces and anything “alien” related.  Living in the desert only perpetuated those fears and irrationalities—especially living in the vicinity of a military base that seemed to her to be “hush-hush” on their operation.
	Flo liked Vera, everybody did—she was a hard worker and got along with everyone.  She could sing and once was on Broadway in some plays and musicals—but those fears of government conspiracies sent her packing.
	Alice was from the East Coast and in tow with her was her teenage son.  Hubby had been a trucker and died while trucking.  That sucked.  She left her home and housewife way of life in pursuit of a new life.  The car got them as far as the desert town of Town; the following day she walked into Mel’s Diner and though Mel wasn’t going to hire her, Flo liked her and got Mel to hire her anyways.
	To all intensive purposes—everyone knew that Mel and Flo “didn’t quite get along.”  A catch phrase of Flo’s to Mel’s hammering her (verbally) was “Kiss my grits!” a euphemism to “kiss my ass!”  But other than the verbal barbs they tossed to one another—it was in jest and for alternative appearances.  
	The kitchen was Mel’s domain, he had a Mexican boy who helped out with the cleaning; Mel was the primary cook.  He had a small menu; burgers, pastrami, steaks, sides, and deserts.  Nothing fancy, down home country vittles a country momma and a crusty sailor would be proud of.
	To make life (in the kitchen) more interesting than just a simple tryst, a simple hump, Flo and Mel enjoyed utilizing “implements” to enhance their sexual bite.  

	Spatulas, pots, pans, butter…
	A fair amount of spanking was involved, too; of course, that was Mel spanking Flo—not the other way around.  She did give him a decent blowjob.  Flo could suck a torpedo out of a submarine!  She had talent!  The two enjoyed one another’s company—playing poker, going to gambling joints, and being semi-publicly naughty in the diner.
	Mel had never been married, only to the Navy for 28 years.  Flo, on the other hand, had been married—three times.  Losers everyone of them.  She was better off single—she had more fun without being tied down—unless she wanted to and fur and French ticklers were involved.
	Three patrons were in the diner, regulars they were and they were busy chowing down on their chili size, chicken fried steak, and pastrami special when dingbat Vera Marie Gormon burst thru the front in a panic.
	This of course interrupted Mel’s shagging of Flo and the two quickly and abruptly stopped their hanky-panky and went out to see what the hell was wrong with Vera.
	“I saw one!” Vera exclaimed excitedly.
	“Saw what?” Mel barked in his normal gruff voice.
	“A flying saucer!” Vera said matter-of-factly.
	“Aw, geesh!” Mel bitched with a wave of his hand thrown up in disgust.  He didn’t believe in flying saucers.
	“It’s true!” declared Vera, “I saw what I saw and what I saw was what I saw.”
	Huh?
	“You saw a flying saucer?” Flo asked for clarity—which with Vera was a neat trick.
	“Yes, I was coming from my dance class and was going to my literature class—we’re discussing the western migration of the pigeon during the western expansion of the Pioneers.  It didn’t come up much in Early American History but its true!”
	The diner group stared at the woman; Flo clonked her on the head, “The flying saucer, Vera, stay with the picture.”
	“Oh yeah, the flying saucer—I saw one!” 
	Mel left mumbling, “This is where I came in.”
	“Vera!” yelled Flo.
	“Oh, sorry—sorry, well I had just left the dance studio and was on Elmwood going to Tenth when I remembered there was a construction crew working there today and so the road would be messed up so I turned on Gordon Wy. And went to the street that still has no name and went up it to Coiller Ave. but before I could turn back to Tenth there was this kids’ parade
“…going across my way and so I stopped to watch them—they were so cute in their uniforms except this one who could stand to lose a little weight; I think I’m putting on weight despite the fact that I’m working out at the dance studio three days a week.  Maybe I ought to start going more often, what do you think?”
	Flo stared at her like she had lost her mind.  Vera was a good person, divorced, childless, and according to Mel—brainless, too.  She was a person who would do anything for you—including post bail, lend money but she wasn’t fond of doing that; lend you a couch; give you a ride somewhere even if it was out of state.  
	Vera, too, was wrapped up in science fiction and a staunch believer that there WERE aliens visiting the planet.  She believed in alien autopsies and alien abduction, government conspiracies and the whole shebang.
	“VERA!” Flo yelled again, “I swear, girl, you don’t tell us where you saw that saucer of yours I’m going to deep fry your head!”
	“Oh, the saucer, well, after the kids had passed by I went straight on Gordon not realizing it until I was at the overpass and there’s no turning there until you get out to Williams Rd.  I know, I know, I could have made a U-turn but I’m not comfortable with that—you never when a garbage truck will come out of no where right in the middle of the turn.  That happened to an uncle of mine and he’s never been the same since!”
	Flo walked away to join Mel in the kitchen.
	“Well?” asked one of the regulars still wondering where Vera had seen what she said she had seen.
	“Well, the next thing I knew I was way out on Gordon coming up to the Crossway and there it was.”
	Just like that.
	“Where?”
	“Right out in the desert, sort of hovering over that ridge that runs out to the ocean.”
	“What’d it look like?”
	Vera went on to describe the “saucer” while in the kitchen, Mel completed what he had started with Flo.
	
	With Mel’s diner closing at 10PM, Vera Gormon hightailed it out of the diner as soon as the last table was clean, the last straw in its place, and all in order according to expectations of Mel.  Gordon Way went directly out into the desert, dissecting the quarter end of the desert town where a line of old abandoned warehouses were juxtaposed with the train station that no longer was in service, either.

	Being it dark—Vera sorta kinda lost her way.  Well, going along on a two lane stretch of road was difficult to actually “get lost” but pinpointing where exactly she had seen what she had seen—she couldn’t rightly remember.  
	“Everything looks the same in the dark.” she said to herself.
	Realizing that she had come too far she stopped and made a U-turn—this after debating about doing so.  Seeing no lights in either direction eased her into a comfort zone that making an impromptu turn on a lone stretch of road was ok.
	Just at the apex of making that turn, though…
	The engine stalled.
	Lights on the dashboard flickered—so did the headlights stabbing out into the inky darkness that was the night.  Vera froze clinging to the steering wheel; slowly she tried turning the key, giving the old carburetored fed engine a little gas.
	But nothing.
	Looking left and right she still saw no lights,
	“Get a grip, Vera, it’s just your imagination.”  Again she tried cranking the engine—but nada.
	You know that creepy feeling where the hairs on the back of your neck suddenly sprout up?   No doubt we were once a hairier bunch of peoples; and up until some 3 million years ago, we were covered with a nice pelt called body hair.  But by the time Homo erectus arrived the hairy ones could work up a good sweat chasing the evening meal, dragging the latest homely honey to the bat cave, and basking in the glory of the sun while chomping on wild producing marijuana and shrooms.  The ability to sweat meant we could shed our pelts and be more natural.
	With the hairs on our bods in certain places, “creepy feelings” were extenuated if not exaggerated.  Vera gulped and felt the stirrings of the afternoon’s lunch with frumpy Carleen Botswaddle.  She wouldn’t have bothered with the luncheon but Carleen had money and ‘portant friends who could pave the way for Vera’s literary group to get their own building and make a bookstore literary group study out of it in the form of something like a business.
	Suddenly she turned her head to her left and there was a face at the window!  And it wasn’t a HUMAN face, neither!  Vera screamed.  The alien face screamed.  Then there was a brilliant bright light that was so bright it overpowered Vera zonking her out cold.
	When she awoke—she was in a place not like the place she had been.