August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Thirty Two
The Meaning of Life 
(is not conducive to life’s meaning)

friends in low places are low friends
	Vusqual Desert; as inhospitable place as there ever was anywhere else.  Hot, dry, and miles and miles of nothing.  A single road ran thru the middle of it with dozens of dirt roads going off in all directions.  Old miners spoke of hidden mines; old Indians spoke of hidden dangers.  Bo Strange knew most of the dangers and he hoped to touch basis with some of them.
	The ride down from the high mountains was somewhat treacherous, his horse had come up lame leaving Bo to walk the trusty friend down the draw to Parson’s Crossing.  Usually the creek there was full and flowing but the three-year drought had taken care of that and was easy to cross.
	After soaking his own tired feet Bo caught a scent of something familiar—and long overdue.  Food!  Someone was having a barbeque and pretty close by (he hoped.)  It had been a while since last he had been in the area and wasn’t sure of the homestead situation.  He knew there were some and knew particularly only of one.
	There was some horses in a meadow, birds singing, and the heavy scent of food being cooked outdoors.  The sun was baking, the creek off to one side refreshing.  To the left lay the Vasqual Desert floor a thousand feet or so with no sign of life anywheres.  Bo thought of introducing himself to the homesteader, maybe having lunch and whatever else then make his way on to see his bastard friend, Bastard—of the motorcycle gang the Horrid.
	Bo was a so-so cowboy and did a fair job of helping a rancher with his herd of one kind or another.  But Bo had a way with the girls—one way or another and usually there came a time to make himself scarce.
	Kassley Meadows Farm was etched on a large plank of wood along the path.  The grass in the meadow wasn’t much but it was green.  ‘why on earth anyone would want to ranch out here is just asking for it.’  At a thousand foot elevation it was too hot to work out most of the year; only a few months in the Fall and Winter and Spring—other than that it was putrid.  There were far better places higher up but it wasn’t any of Bo’s concern.

	The farmhouse was a typical 1880s structure with a barn nearby.  There was a pickup parked, some horses in a corral, and a woman tending to a barbeque.  Bo watched her, a prairie style dress, bonnet, and in her early to mid thirties.  The barbequer was a small diameter barrel on its side on a metal stand; the barrel cut in half with the “half” top serving as the lid.
	Just as Bo started to continue on and make himself known a teenage girl came out from the barn.  It got better when another girl burst out of the house with a boy chasing her.  All three children began chasing one another until their Ma got onto them scolding them and ushering them back into the house.  Bo was intrigued and stealthily made his way along.

	Inside the Kassley home in the high desert the Kassley children were being scolded for their horseplay.  The oldest, Lyssa Jane apologized and stood with her hands behind her.  She had just recently turned fourteen and was demure and very pretty.  Her sister, Karyn, had the reddish brown hair of the family, freckles, a “girlish” appearance and a bit of a tomboy.
	“Ma” Kassley seemed irked by her children and yanked the one boy, Bryan, to her swatting his ass.  The boy had a sheepish appearance, raven dark hair unlike his sisters OR Ma.  Still pissed, Ma Caryn turned her teen son around pushing him against a great round wooden table whereupon she hauled off and walloped him again.
	The girls were due up next but the door to the 1880s style home flung open and a stranger barged in—bearing a Colt revolver in one hand and a bad looking hunting knife in the other.
	No one (of the Kassley family) spoke, no one moved—all eyes were on the stranger.  The stranger moved in further closing the door behind him.  He bowed his head politely but that was all there was about him that was polite.  He eyed the Kassley children then focused on the lone woman.
	“My husband is due home any minute.” Caryn Kassley said trying to summon up some courage.
	“Not likely.” Retorted the stranger—he had noted the absence of a “ring” on her finger and other “manly” things about the house.  There was no “husband” or man to worry about.
	The stranger wasted no time; he made a quick eye check about the interior of the home—having already made such a check to the exterior, the barn, grounds, corral, etc.  There was a “loft” where the children had their bedroom—it was one large open area allowing the girls and their brother to have some privacy.

	The kitchen served as the family room, dining, and everything else.  Ma Caryn had her room off to one side, there was another room that served as storage and bathroom also.  The stranger paused a long moment before smiling and leveling the Colt to Caryn.
	“Take ‘em off.”
	Caryn’s mouth dropped—so did her frightened children assembled behind her.
	“We can do it the easy way—or the hard way.” said the armed stranger.  “Makes no mind to me if your breathing—or not.” He managed a meager smile conveying sincerity.  A cold hard stare quickly followed and all knew that the man was serious—deadly serious.
	Caryn looked to her children and hesitated—she was perplexed and concerned along with confused and frightened.  The stranger shuffled a little closer, cocking the Colt and becoming very threatening.
	“ALRIGHT!” cried out Caryn.  She clenched her fists and looked as if though she would be a threat to the stranger.  But with no weapon in hand she thought ahead—if she charged or made some distraction the man would surely go on and pull the trigger.  Someone would undoubtedly not do well.
	So thirty-six year old Caryn undone her typical prairie woman dress, the smock and bonnet dropping to the floor.  She stood in a modern day bra and full brief panties.  Her entire body was tight, fists clenched even tighter.
	“I’m waiting.” The stranger said.  He wavered his weapon, tapping the hunting knife to his side.  Caryn knew what the bastard wanted and after closing her eyes for a half moment she undone the bra and let it drop.  Then she slid down her panties and stood stark naked.
	The stranger smiled, cocked-nodded his head, then wavered the Colt indicating for the modern day prairie woman to “get on the table” and lay down.
	“You son-of-a-bitch!” bellowed out of character Lyssa.
	The stranger said nothing but moved closer putting the hunting knife into its scabbered.  Then he said,
	“You all, too.”
	Twelve year old Karyn didn’t get it.  Bryan sort of got it.  Lyssa got it and was more frightened than her Ma; her mouth hung open with eyes wide.  She shook her blond head trying to back up but she was already against the wall.  Bryan spotted the broom and looked like he was going to make a play for it—when the stranger stuffed his Colt into his Ma’s cunt.
	All eyes went to the gun with extreme shock and a lot of dismay.

	“Get ‘em off or she’s gonna be in a world of hurt.”
	Bryan pulled off his shirt, kicked off his boots and shucked his pants revealing the fact that he had no underwear on.  The stranger grinned revealing a missing tooth and a gold capped one.  The Colt he waggled in Caryn’s cunt pushing the barrel in a little further.  A full lawn of pubes covered the woman’s cunt, just slightly trimmed on each side of the gash.  
	The girls were slow to move; their Ma continued to be clenched all over, she turned her head to see her children and seemed to plead with them.  Lyssa began undoing her also typical prairie style dress letting it drop to stand already stark naked—no panties—no bra.
	Sprong!
	Young teen brother Bryan had an instant erection.  His eyes had been on his naked Ma; then, his stripping sister got his attention and there was no stopping the boner.
	Karyn had panties on but not bra—she was twelve and had breasts large enough to warrant the use of a confining garment (but didn’t.)  The stranger breathed out—the windows of the home were open and some cool air managed to come in (bringing in the wondrous aroma of the barbeque still in progress).
	“Alrighty, then,” he said wiggling the Colt in Caryn’s poon, “come ‘ere.”
	Lyssa and Karyn looked to one another “what?”
	“COME HERE!” bellowed the man angrily.
	Lyssa and Kayrn very nervously made their way over to the stranger, stepping out of their clothes and being totally naked if not vulnerable.  Lyssa checked her Ma—the man’s gun in her pussy.  She was aghast and could scarcely breathe.
	The girls stood (nakedly) before the stranger trembling, holding hands, breathing hard.  The stranger undone the gun belt, let it drop then undone his pant’s belt.  Lyssa stared in utter shock, Karyn wasn’t sure what to make of the deal and Bryan was just in awe.
	Then the man’s pants dropped to the floor.  
	“Oh my God!” blurted Karyn.
	The man had undies on and he had the girls—take ‘em down.

	“Is it like your brother’s?” the stranger asked.
	Lyssa tried to overcome the horror of the deed she was doing; already she had admitted to sucking on her brother’s cock.
	Lyssa made some acknowledgment indicating “Yes”, the stranger’s cock was like her brother’s.

	With his free hand the stranger removed his soiled outer shirt and then the equally soiled undershirt.  Lyssa kept her eyes closed tightly as she bobbed back and forth on the man’s sizable cock.  Karyn stood by blinking her eyes excessively staring in utter awe.  Her Ma lay on the great table weeping.
	Whether or not she heard the sexual exploits of her children was not clear; under extreme duress—and a mouthful of strange cock, fourteen year old Lyssa Jane admitted to sucking off brother Bryan.  No other boys.  
	“Did you suck him OFF?” indicating did she bring the boy to the ultimate goal.
	Lyssa screwed up her face and tightened her grip on the man’s cock; Karyn was horrified at the admission—not that she herself wasn’t a brotherly cocksucker but that their Ma was possibly now in the know.
	Caryn Kassley lay on the great table clenching the sides, laying still and naked.  The stranger wiggled the Colt .45 in her pussy pushing the barrel in as far as it would go and then wiggle-wiggle-wiggle before pulling it out—then pushing it back in and repeat.
	Lyssa sucked and sucked and sucked and sucked—and was compelled to answer so-so about her sucking off her brother, Bryan.  
	Before any further questions could be answered the man reached his pivotal goal and began to fill the teen’s mouth with more than his cock.  With his free hand he held the back of Lyssa’s head and dramatically moved her along on his johnson.	  
	“Suck him!” bellowed the man to Karyn.
	Karyn went to her knees and took Bryan’s cock to her mouth.  On her own she cupped his balls and held his ass, too.  It wasn’t her first time.  Both girls sucked their brother—and sucked him OFF, too.  More of their sexual inappropriateness was to follow.
	Bo Strange had a lot of pent up cum and more than a generous gob filled Lyssa’s mouth.  She sputtered, coughed, and gagged, then wiped her mouth.  What her exact thoughts were about the size of the man’s dick was kept to herself.  
	While Karyn serviced her brother, Bo’s cock went up against Lyssa’s face.  
	“Ever been skull fucked?” the man boldly asked.
	That was a No.  Lyssa was repulsed by the whole affair and was stunned to learn that there was more to what she and her siblings did.  A lot more.

	A skull fucking was not what Lyssa thought; the man put his cock up against her face and “humped”.  She sucked his balls and methodically found herself fingering herself!
	Meanwhile, Bryan had filled Karyn’s mouth with his brotherly love.
	For the next phase, the Kassley children had to go stand on the other side of the table while the stranger took pleasure in eating out their Ma’s cunt.  He still used the Colt and more than once made it penetrate the woman’s cornhole.
	She didn’t particular care for that much.  She wriggled and brought her knees slamming up against the man’s head.  Bryan made a dash for the broom, the girls screamed, and there was chaos in the kitchen.

	The broom came down across the stranger’s upraised arm and promptly broke.  Caryn lashed out at the man kicking him with all her might sending him sidewise into the wall.  The stranger grabbed the handle of the broken broom bringing to the face of the boy; the Colt was leveled ye pressed to the forehead of Caryn.  
	Everyone stopped—dead silence prevailed.
	“Don’t do that again.” he said flatly.
	Bryan held his hands to his nose—it was broken and bleeding some.
	The stranger pushed with his Colt Caryn to lay down again—then he jammed not so nicely the gun back into her cunny.
	With the Kassley children settled in their places, the stranger had the girls come take his boots off (and then his pants.)  Up onto the table went Karyn on command from the stranger, Lyssa and Bryan went to the head of their laid out Ma and watched as the naked stranger had sex with her.
	Karyn was ordered to finger herself, Lyssa also had to finger herself while she stood; Bryan also had to please himself while he reeled from a broken/bleeding nose.  The stranger eased into their Ma’s cunt and was all serious and determined while doing so.
	The man humped and humped and humped; the girls stared in utter awe all the while and all the while they fingered themselves.  Bryan had quite the little boner and while the stranger humped he asked the all important question:  do you fuck?
	Do you ALL fuck?
	It was already known that the girls sucked (their brother) so it was to be learned if they did the rest of their sibling relationship.
	Answer:  they did.

	Bo Strange was pleased and smiled at the naughty children then continued his humping; his cock swelled nicely in the modern day prairie woman’s cunt—it had been a while since last she had gotten laid.
	“Where’s hubby?” Bo asked.
	Caryn refused to answer—she was too appalled at what was happening, being raped, her children forced into depravity, etc.  It was Lyssa who accidentally blurted out “He died!”  info that her Ma didn’t want let known.
	Bo continued his assault, slowing down a bit to take his Colt and stuff it into Karyn’s cunt who lay beside them.  The twelve year old froze and was horrified to the point of believing that she was going to be killed.  The stranger, however, merely moved the barrel of the gun in and out.  Lyssa and Bryan came over to hold back their sister’s legs while the stranger placed the barrel of the cunt fucking gun to her asshole.
	“You been in there, boy?” asked the stranger blatantly.
	Bryan didn’t want to answer and didn’t—not verbally anyways.  He nodded his head and the stranger smiled.
	Caryn locked her eyes to the exposed rafters of her home—she seemed pissed.  The stranger gave her a good fucking, though; cumulating with a mighty rushing orgasm that was lasting and actually gave Caryn herself a thrill—brief though it be as the prairie woman denied herself submission.
	Lyssa sucked on her brother’s prong—Karyn sucked on her brother’s balls all the while.  Their Ma continued to stare up to the ceiling apparently boring a hole thru to the sky above.  The stranger gave his all, pulled out and flopped his masterful cock all over the woman’s cum laden cunt.  After a brief pause he ambled around the table having the girls suck him clean.
	Bryan looked a little pissed off but also concerned and filled to capacity with other emotions.	
	“You got something to say, boy?” popped the stranger.
	Bryan shook his head and was transformed back into exhibiting great fear.  The blood had stopped flowing from his nose and there was already great bruising and puffiness.
	The stranger placed the barrel of the Colt to the ear of Caryn Kassley’s ear and said calmly to Karyn, “spread ‘er cheeks.” indicating that he wanted Karyn to spread the raised cheeks of her sister, Lyssa.  Then,
	“Get me hard.” the man’s cock was semi hard but needed more than visual aid to return the mighty phallic to hard status.  The delicate touch of a young girl was just the thing!

	A few strokes later and Bo Strange was hard—hard enough to break bricks!  
	“Guide me in.”
	Lyssa continued sucking on her brother’s tool; the boy had his hands to his hips staring in disbelief and utter awe.  His cock surged and soared and blasted fresh hot brother spunk into her mouth.
	Karyn managed to spread her sister’s cheeks and guide into Lyssa’s asshole the man’s hearty dick.  The man made his way in finding the backdoor of the eldest Kassley child not so confining but snug enough just the same.  Lyssa coughed, sputtered, and blew brotherly spunk thru her nose.
	As the stranger fucked Lyssa Jane’s shit hole—he put the barrel into Karyn’s mouth.  Bryan stood with clenched fists shaking head conveying pleads to the man “don’t blow my sister’s head off.”  
	Bo Strange had no intention of blowing anyone’s head off—unless provoked.  Karyn sucked and sucked on the Colt’s barrel—she also peed.

	After several minutes and no satisfying orgasm, the stranger pulled out of Lyssa’s cornhole and slapped/spanked the girl’s lovely ass, gouged her crack and especially her cunt.  Then, 
	“Get on her.”
	The man’s commands were confusing to Karyn.  She chewed thoughtfully on her lip and as she made her way onto the table and to lay prone on her Ma,
	“No,” said the stranger, “here, on her face.  Sit on her face, then lay down.”
	That was sick.  All three Kassley children held their mouths wide.
	The Colt .45 tapped the shoulder of their Ma and Karyn made her way placing her sex directly onto her Ma’s face.  It was quite a scene and got both stranger and Kassley boy super hard.
	A little rubbing, caressing, petting, and serious eyeing from both man and Byran only added to the grief and utter awe.  The barrel of the gun went into Karyn’s ponehole—the man staring at the boy, “you fuck her here?”
	Bryan gulped, sweated, farted, and a bit of pre-cum soiled his schlong as he nodded that it was so.
	“More than once?”
	Yep, more than once.
	The stranger smiled and worked the Colt shoving the barrel all the way in.

	The stranger replaced the Colt barrel with his cock.
	Karyn held onto her Ma and the table, grimaced as the stranger’s cock invaded her asshole.  He went most of the way in, pulled out and humped the outside of her ass a moment or two before re-invading going all the way in.
	Bo slowly made love to the young girl’s hole, caressed her sides and peered at the woman underneath before settling his attention to the boy,
	“You got a razor?” which was a given due to the smooth legs of Caryn Kassley.  Bryan was not yet of age enough to sprout any whiskers.
	The boy nodded and with a head nod from the stranger sprinted off to fetch.  The stranger humped Karyn’s hole faster and faster grunting more and more until finally unleashing a small torrent of pent up cowboy cum.
	Bryan returned with a safety razor.  There was a straight razor but that was in a special box in his Ma’s bedroom.  The little house on the high desert wasn’t without modern day amenities—it had electricity, propane for fuel, modern appliances, and so on.
	While the stranger rested from thoroughly humping Karyn’s hole, Lyssa and Bryan shaved their Ma’s cunt.  The stranger patted Karyn’s ass, squeezed her cheeks and reveled in the deed the other children were doing.  Their Ma continued to stare up to the sky…

	With Caryn’s cunt smoothly shaven clean, Lyssa got the same treatment while laying ON her Ma.  Lyssa lay on her Ma with her butt on her Ma’s freshly shaven snatch.  She lay down with her legs open weeping as her brother did the deed and Karyn helping hold her sister’s legs open.
	Afterwards, and still not hard, the stranger had Lyssa turn over and switch positions—placing her cunt down onto her Ma’s face.  Then, brother Bryan came to settle up against his sister’s body—he had to stand on two wooden boxes to be at the proper height.  He poked Lyssa’s hole, humped her ass, admitted to fucking her in the ass AND cunt and doing so more than once a week.
	“In the cunt.” the stranger told him.
	Bryan expertly placed his hardened schlong into his sister’s dick trench and comfortably made full penetration.  The stranger patted the boy’s ass with his free hand while having Lyssa suck his foul cock.  
	When finally his cock was intensely hard, Karyn held her brother’s cheeks open while the grungy man put his cock into the boy’s virgin hole.  It was difficult to maintain balance let alone dual pumpings.

	After several minutes of intense sodomizing both cocks managed to cum before giving out.  The stranger pulled out and rested against a counter behind him.  He watched, along with the stun awed Karyn, as gobs and gobs of sperm oozed out of her brother and sister’s assholes collectively.

	For my next trick!
	Sitting on her Ma’s face, Karyn tensed up as the man’s gun (his other gun) fucked her cunt.  The young girl six months away from being a full fledged teenager was nestled actually on his Ma’s neck, her cunt at the tip edge of her Ma’s chin.  The stranger’s Colt revolver worked itself in and out and all about Karyn’s pussy.
	Bryan stood at one side of the table, mouth open, eyes wide, cock dropping and dripping.  Lyssa stood on the other side breathing hard, frightened as all get out.
	The stranger ultimately clambered up onto the table, straddled Caryn’s head and managed his cock into her twelve year old daughter’s fuckable (and well fucked) cunt.  His nut sack went pressingly right against Caryn’s face, she held her mouth shut, closed her eyes and grimaced hard.
	Karyn grimaced, too; the man’s big dick was a little more than her brother’s but she took it and received a copious amount of love cream minutes later.  Minutes.  The stranger was about give out.  He humped and humped and humped and humped.  A time or two he pulled out to hump Karyn’s cunt then plunged back in to continue the hump spree until the end.
	Lyssa got the task of licking clean her sister’s cummy cunt.

	Bryan got the handy skillet on the stove next to the counter the stranger leaned against—this when the boy hesitated in getting up on his Ma to fuck his sister.  Karyn had gotten off (her Ma) and Lyssa took her place, positioning herself exactly as her sister had been previously.  The skillet smacked the disobedient boy but before there was another smack the lad got up onto his Ma and eased himself into his sister.
	The stranger rather liked the punishment he had given and smacked the boy’s ass again with the skillet yelling “fuck ‘er hard!” 
	Bryan sped up his efforts but the stranger smacked him again anyways.  Karyn curled up on the floor in a tight fetal position crying uncontrollably.  Bryan humped his sister’s pussy but was unable to cum.

	With no liquor in the house of Kassley, Bo Strange had no choice to be “move along.”  He helped himself to some lemonade, used the shower, helped himself to some of the barbeque chicken, then after caring for his horse he struck off just after sunset.  That was the following day.
	The day before, the day of his arrival, the strange stranger helped himself continuously to the Kassley family.  After a bit of rest for thirteen year old Bryan, the girls sucked his cock and balls, caressed his butt, then stood fingering themselves with Karyn taking her brother’s bone rubbing it against Lyssa’s pussy; then, the boy hopped up onto the table with the girls easing into his cock into their Ma’s cunt.
	Lyssa clutched his balls as he pumped, Karyn sat on her Ma’s face, the stranger spanked Lyssa with the skillet.  Repeatedly—until the teenager’s ass flesh began to turn red.  Bryan struggled to “get off” and finally managed to do so five minutes after beginning.
	“Lick it clean!” spouted the stranger to Karyn.  As Bryan slid off of his Ma, “suck him clean!” to Lyssa.

	With the family tied up securely, Bo Strange took a breather laying out on the family bed, Ma Caryn’s bed and fell to sleep.  Bryan did his absolute best to get out of the bindings but the rope usually used in capturing wild horses bound his wrists pretty tightly and the rope itself tied to one of the square wooden posts supporting the house’s roof.
	The girls were tied back to back together and to another post with Lyssa’s legs tied back behind her to her sister’s legs—er, ankle to ankle.  Their Ma remained on the table but no longer free to move—her wrists and ankles tied to the underside of the table to its post.  No one was going anywhere anytime soon.
	The stranger among them slept for hours.
	When he awoke he used the bathroom, shaved, showered, then discovered the lack of proper booze.  Untying the Kassley children he allowed them to use the bathroom themselves.  Lyssa had to go and go badly, after she sat on the toilet and began peeing, farting, and “other”, brother Bryan stood before her and peed on her.  Karyn sat on her knees beside them and after the boy had pissed all that he was going to—the girl took to sucking the boy’s cock getting him moderately hard.
	Lyssa finished her business and afterwards sucked on the stranger’s cock while sibling Karyn took her turn on the toilet.  Bryan went into Karyn’s mouth getting even harder.
	On the kitchen/dinning table Ma Caryn peed.

	The stranger assessed his next mouth, marveled at watching as the shaven cunt of Caryn Kassley glistened in the light.  A great puddle of pee was underneath her, the stranger smiled and developed another narly idea full of diabolical debauchery.
	After untying the hapless near mindless recently widowed woman she was “turned over.”  The stranger patted her ass, squeezed the cheeks, then applied the skillet.  It was a new thrill for him—for Caryn, though, not so much.  She did react as she should, twisting and crying out—thankfully the stranger didn’t go overboard with his abuse.
	With the girls and their brother crying and begging for the man to stop hurting their Ma, the man put the skillet aside beckoning for young Bryan to come to him.  The boy, methodically with hands behind him shuffled over.  The stranger embraced the boy, caressing his backside and then down to his ass—it embarrassed Bryan but he took it and became more embarrassed as things went on.
	The stranger gently pushed Bryan down—down to his knees.  The man’s cock flopped about his handsome boyish face before plopping into the mouth.  In no way did Bryan like cocksucking but he took the man’s cock and—suck-suck-sucked it.
	The girls were appalled to the point of being sickened.
	After a few minutes, though, they had more to be appalled and sickened by—they had to hold open their Ma’s ass while their brother mounted and made anal penetration.  The stranger picked up the skillet and walloped the boy’s ass all the while he sodomized his own Ma.  It was quite a scene.

	Outside the smell of horseshit filled the summer air; the coolness of the night lingered as the new day was arriving; insects buzzed and were annoying; horses made some noises; a coyote made its presence known from a distant rock precipice.  Stars began to fade in breaking sky and all was well with the world.
	Well, save for a few wars of some kind or another; drunk drivers, dopers, abusers of one kind or another; plane crashes; users of EMADs, and wayward naughty strange cowboys…
	On their knees, the girls, and their Ma, were spanked-spanked-spanked with the skillet.  When their skin turned bright red the stranger took first dibs sodomizing the girls (and their Ma) humping for all his might managing to cum off in Caryn who was third in line.  His cock had just about had it; after Bryan had sucked it for several minutes earlier the boy had turned to put his mouth onto his Ma’s cunt (after she turned back over) and he was fucked in the ass for several long enduring minutes.
	Lyssa was first in line and Bo Strange humped her like a crazy man striving for everything to cum.  His hands went up and down the girl’s side, mawing her breasts and spanking her sister beside her.  But cum he couldn’t so he pulled out and watched Bryan take his turn allowing his own cock to calm down some.
	Then he stuffed himself into Karyn and was once more denied orgasm.  Bryan, though, did manage to shoot a nice wad of brotherly spunk into sister Lyssa.
	Picking up the Colt, the stranger took Bryan by the elbow guiding him to the shower—“don’t any of you bitches move!” he warned.  Lyssa nodded, Karyn wept, Caryn fumed.
	In the shower—horseplay.  Bryan got a soaped up cock to his ass; then he was peed on, his balls fondled, and he had to lick the stranger’s bung hole.  That was for starters…
	Half an hour later they emerged from the shower to dry off.  In the kitchen the three left there were still in their places.  The stranger positioned himself before Lyssa and had her suck him.  His cock was beginning to ache and not so much enthused about getting hard and less enthused about fucking.  
	After a couple of minutes in Lyssa and a lackluster performance, the man sidestepped to Karyn—Bryan stood before Lyssa and got his wanker waxed.  Two minutes or so later and the strange man sidestepped again.  His cock was a little stiffer and into Caryn’s mouth it went for a good three minute thrusting.
	Bryan came off in sister Karyn and he liked it—he was very vocal.  His cock was in ache-peril, too.  The stranger pulled on his pud, humped Caryn’s face then made his way around her.  Caryn clenched her ass in anticipation—would this nightmare ever end?
	Not anytime soon.
	The stranger, though, didn’t plunge himself into the woman’s ass, not right off.  He DID drag it around a bit, poke the hole, gouge the woman’s cunt, then slide to his left to molest the youngest Kassley.
	Bryan filled his Ma’s mouth, then went around to hump her ass (without) penetration.  It was to Lyssa the stranger went plunging his tool, Bryan was getting sucked on by his Ma and it got Bo Strange off.  Gripping Lyssa’s ass the strange stranger seriously “got after it” and humped madly achieving orgasm in four minutes.
	Fourteen year old Lyssa had smoke smoldering from her hole after the man got his nuts off.  He virtually had no more to give, though, and basically passed out from exhaustion.
	A movement got him; he fluttered an eye and saw Lyssa close to him—too close.  The girl froze and hoarsely whispered, “I thought you might be cold—I-I was going to cover you up.”
	Bo Strange closed his eyes tight and then opened them, sat up and noted that girl had neglected to bring a “cover” with her on her covert mission.  Maybe she was going to cover him with her fine naked body?
	Back to fucking—er, sodomizing.
	It was Karyn’s turn.
	Bryan took care of Lyssa cumming off in under two minutes.
	Bo Strange was about cummed out.  He humped two minutes, pulled out and stuffed their Ma.

	With the family tied up securely again Bo Strange got off a needful rest striking out come the new morning.  After grabbing some chow, freshening up his horse, Bo Strange rode off leaving the Kassley family still in some peril:  Bryan was superglued to his Ma’s ass, his cock up her hole with his testicles glued to her hairless cunt—his body where it contacted her ass was “glued”, too.
	The girls were glued to one another as well:  Lyssa and Karyn’s mouths glued to the other’s poons, their hands glued to their sibling’s ass.  
	“Don’t worry,” cooed the stranger after he had dressed and the glue to the family was well set, “you can pry yourselves off—take a little skin with ya, but it can be done.  Good sweat will also help, and fingernail polish remover will work, too.” he smiled, farted, then patted Lyssa on the head and left.
	There was no phone at the Kassley home.  They were able to “pry” themselves off of one another in a few hours time.  By then, though, the strange stranger was long out of sight.

*

It’s nice to have demented friends
	It was nice to watch the Shady Tree Garage Door gang perform their music—naked.  It was quite the little turn-on and further cemented to their “manager” that they were completely under the influence of the EMAD.  But the nifty minding device was no longer in need of dinking with their minds; their minds had been sufficiently “dinked” with.

	The STGD gang had accepted their fate (unknowingly) and went about their business unaware of their past lives; unaware that what they submitted to was not quite the norm.  They were not a security risk and Mack liked it that way—but of course there was always nothing that was 100% secure.  The kids were further dinked with having instilled upon them where on the property they could go and where they could not.
	The other replacements, Bradley, Melody, and Josh were also touched by Mack’s minding gadget with Melody the most susceptible and Bradley the least.  Josh was less effected as Josh Bieutumph was a willing participant.  Bradley was not so much a security risk, there were measures infused in her mind keeping her confined to one area of Mack’s abode along with keeping her mind from “wandering” and “wondering”.
	For the moment, the time, the seven replacements would do.  Paulie’s children, Portia and Eric had also been doctored by the strange minding device with Portia having to be “doctored” every so often as the effects of the EMAD seemed to wear off on her.  Eric was concerned about his situation but was willing to somewhat participate in the naughty business just the same.
	And so it came to pass that a close friend came to Mack—not directly to his home but by phone.  They met at a coffee shop not far away just to get together and talk—she was having some family difficulties and needed a shoulder to cry on.
	It wasn’t so much “crying” as it was bitching.  Deanna had a niece, a bratty kid who got away with anything—anything she wanted.  She was way spoiled and way out of control.  She was obnoxious and a spoiler of any occasion whether it be a simple birthday party, a social gathering of a barbeque, or even a funeral of another family member.
	The girl’s parents didn’t control her—she controlled them and they let her.  Deanna was having enough of her spoiling every event and apparently no one was listening but everyone was fed up.
	“Well,” sighed Mack, “there’s always a solution to every problem.”
	“I wish.” Deanna replied bowing her head in disgust.  “It’s tearing our families apart,” she continued, “we don’t want to go anywhere where that little bitch (and she said “bitch”) is going to show up.  And sometimes she (and her fucked up parents) come unannounced.”
	“Well, what would you like to see happen?” it was an open question.
	Deanna didn’t know, she fumed and gripped her glass of ice tea so hard Mack thought she might break it.  Closing her eyes she shook her head, “I don’t know, something—something has to happen.”

	More customers came into the coffee shop, the waitress refilled the glasses, Deanna continued being distressed and fressed.  Seldom did she look up to talk right at Mack, she was searching for answers in the swirling tea of sugar and ice cubes.
	Mack and Deanna had gone to high school together, the last two years anyways.  They had lightly dated, lightly fooled around (sex) but nothing too serious.  One time they had been at his house while his parents were at work; one thing led to another and after a couple of shots of whiskey they were naked rushing about the small home chasing one another.
	Deanna had brothers, three of them.  Naturally the siblings had all engaged in that “touchy-feely” aspect of their shared lives and only with one had the girl engaged “all the way.”  Another brother got to hump her backdoor while the oldest merely got a good blowjob now and then.
	After all the “rushing” about the house, Mack and Deanna flopped onto the bed where for quite some time they would frolic engaging in various acts they thought they were making up but were in fact old standards in the way of behind closed door activities in common homes across the land.
	At Deanna’s house they did pretty much the same; but there the risks were higher as Deanna’s Mom didn’t work so they had to be careful when she was out doing some shopping or on some errand or another.  They would listen to for the car to pull into the drive and then they would “rush” into their clothes and act as normal as possible.
	One time Deanna’s Mom and older brother were home playing cards in the kitchen.  Deanna was making a cake for a school project.  Mack was over “visiting.”  He had other plans but they seemed interrupted.  While the card game got heated and the cake was in the make (oven) Deanna and Mack “visited” in a small den-like room off of the kitchen.  Sitting on the floor playing some game and waiting to see if the Mom and brother would leave like they were supposed to—Mack noted Deanna’s crotch.  The girl wore short-short yellow knit shorts and the way she sat gave a little reveal to her crotch.
	Deanna was aware and pulled the crotch of her shorts to one side revealing her paisley panties—then pulled the panties to one side exposing her naughty mostly shaven snatch.  It tantalized Mack to no end of course and the frisky dame eased up and sidestepping out of sight turned her butt to her guest and lowered both shorts and panties.
	Mack nearly very nearly drove his bone into her straightaway.
	Somehow he managed to curb himself but the girl continued.

	Out of the den and down the hall to her bedroom where she beckoned her stalwart horny friend and he followed with cock leading the way.  At her room she shucked her shorts and panties, spread her cheeks and teased Mack who knew the house rule—no being in her room—period.  Ever.  Never-ever-ever be caught in Deanna’s bedroom.  Ever.
	Well, you know what they say about rules…
	Hearing the commotion of Deanna’s Mom and brother Mack “whipped it out” and pleased it—but Deanna’s bum was some eight feet away.  The naughty girl lay against her bed with her clothes at her ankles, spreading her cheeks and giggling to beat all.
	Finally, Mack tempted fate and dashed into Deanna’s room and drove his prick into her backdoor for a satisfying ass fuck.  Deanna was shocked but clung to her bed only in slight fear of being busted.  Mack didn’t fear getting caught but it did wrestle at the back of his mind.
	They didn’t get caught—but it was close.
	At school they engaged in immoral practices under the football bleachers; they even did it (sex) in the ugly training cars for driver’s education!
	Now, the juicy part:
	And so it came to pass that Mack had a serious boner for Deanna and pursued her with great umph.  One time and his “umph” led way to some curious insight on his lovely.  It came as the horny teen arrived at Deanna’s home finding her Mom’s car gone.  That was a plus.  There was, though, a young boy slipping out a side window.  Tray Hamberger, the local paperboy.  He was twelve.  When Deanna finally answered the door the girl seemed “hurried.”  
	“You alright?” Mack asked of her.
	“Yeah, sure.” the girl answered kinda breathing hard, sweating.
	“Well,” Mack smiled, “you’re shirt’s on backwards.” and inside out.
	When in her bedroom fucking minutes later it was discovered that her panties were already on the floor (along with her bra and morals.)  Hmmm

	“Well,” Mack said repeating, “there’s always a solution.”  Just depends on how bad you want that solution.
	“Sounds like to me she needs discipline.”
	“That’s the thing,” Deanna shot back angrily, “her fucking parents wont do a damn thing to her!”
	Mack nodded and tried to soothe his friend, “”Well, if THEY wont do it to her, maybe someone else ought to.”  He had Deanna’s attention fully.

	Her heart beat near out of her chest; her thoughts were wild and ran amok; the consequences were great should it be found out her involvement.  Which was why Deanna wore a bandanna in her mouth to keep her mindful to keep her mouth shut (lessen she give her voice away.)
	Reason?
	Bratty Monica Jane was with them; blindfolded, gagged, hogtied and covered by blankets in the cargo area of Mack’s van.  From the girl’s school she had been acquired; usually a parental unit was assigned to pick the spoiled child up but Mack and his EMAD got to her first re-directing her from the front of the school, around the school, to the unsecured area behind the school.  Monica hated riding the bus and being with all the other noisy obnoxious children, she was above them and demanded (demanded) that one of her parents take off from work to come pick her up and bring her home.
	Deanna couldn’t stay away from her own home too long as she would undoubtedly get a phone call and would need to be there for the all important “alibi.”  So Mack was quick and brought them all to his remote home.
	Monica Jane was not scared as she ought to be--she was pissed.  That was alright with Mack, the girl wrestled and fought back but went somewhat still to mostly frozen when Mack smacked her ass HARD with all his might as he fought with her in the van.
	Deanna remained quiet and was all eyes.  There were concerns, of course, but her distaste of her niece overwhelmed those concerns and she gave Mack the go ahead without further thought.
	Monica required more attention getting swatting as she was jerked from the van to her new temporary home—the basement.
	“You better fucking let me go!” Monica exclaimed.
	Mack said nothing but when she let go an outburst he flung her against the brick wall and swatted her ass with all his might.  It briefly shut the girl up.  Briefly.  The girl’s ankles were tied but given enough leeway so as she could walk—she stumbled, scuffed her walk and made it as difficult as possible to be escorted.  It resulted, of course, more spanking.
	Once in the confined special-secret room the girl was addressed:
	“You will behave.”
	“You will do as you are told.”
	“You will be a good girl.”
	“You will not speak unless spoken to and required to answer.”
	“FUCK YOU!” shouted the eleven year old.
	Mack smiled at the girl, narrowed his eyes and told her,

	“Don’t cuss.”
	His voice was serious and for a moment—and only a moment, the young girl noted the seriousness and was calm.  But that was before she was lurched to a lone bed and placed against it, knees on the floor.  She wriggled and demanded to be let go.
	“Let me go, you fucker!”
	Mack merely smiled and though the girl was a bit of a tussle she immediately calmed when struck.  And Mack did just that—repeatedly until the girl began to change her tune and weep.  Too late.  Mack ceased his attack on her ass—mostly ‘cause his hand had worn out and was stinging.
	Monica wore semi tight jeans, designer costing serious money.  Mack drove a finger right into her crack, squeezed her ass all over and continued fingering with an exploratory poke to her asshole.
	Deanna stood by, gag in mouth, breathing hard, mind in uproar.	
	Monica twisted against the bed, wrenching her bound wrists, crying and blubbering.  That was Round One of the transformation of Monica Jane, Mack had to hustle Deanna home so as she would be there when frantic parents called her.
	The ride home was a quiet one; Deanna had sudden mixed emotions about her niece’s ordeal.  But it was too late now—the ordeal of Monica had begun.  Deanna knew it was for the best, she sighed and hoped that she could maintain surprise when the time came.
	Once home, letting Deanna out in the alley, Mack assured that all would be alright in the end.  Deanna was not assured but was willing to see how it would play out.  Mack returned his own home to continue the reeducation of Monica Jane.  Nothing to strict, not yet—not without the presence of her Aunt.
	“You better fucking let me go you sonofabitch!” bitched the mouthy girl.
	“That’s twenty!” Mack smiled and wrestled the girl against the bed and began swatting her.  Then he explained, “For every bad word you utter, you get five hard swats.”
	“FUCK YOU!” screamed the girl.
	“That’s five more!” gleefully exclaimed Mack.  “When you get to one hundred, it’ll be with pants down.”
	“You fucking sonofabitch!” screamed the girl again.
	She doesn’t quite get it, does she?
	When his hand wore out again at twenty smacks he let the girl be.  She was out of cuss words as she was at the other extreme of emotions.  Bound hand and foot she was no security threat.  Mack let her be.

*

“I am Fuck!  Fuck of the Mountain!”
	He didn’t need a radio weather station to tell him that the heat index on the valley floor was going to be hot—he pretty much had that figured out already.  He gave a tug on the reigns halting his mounts forward-downward trek.
	“This needs a rethink.” the rider said with caution.  
	Already at near noon o’clock and just a few hundred feet from the valley floor—it was hot.  Damn hot.  He was torn, though; a nice cold beer and camaraderie with his former bike mates, the Horrid.  But damn it was hot!
	At the last minute he turned his mount, Magic, up from the searing hot valley and up a small trail.  “Back to higher ground, Magic!” Bo said.  The painted pinto seemed gleeful and galloped up the steep trail to where it was much-much cooler.
	Cooler air, still, was hundreds of feet away in the heavy pines and cedars.  There were lush meadows, streams, and much more pleasant views than the desert below them.  But Bo was in need of provisions, specifically speaking BEER!  Beer was a great motivator and a needful commodity.  But in the area of where Bo and Magic trod there was not so much of the liquid gold to be found.  The area was not desolate just not favored by mankind.
	Some miners had tried their hand at mining the area; homesteaders had tried making a life in the rustic remote area of the Vasqual Mountains; but both those ventures had failed.  The area that butted against the Vusqual Desert just wasn’t a draw for anyone to be interested enough to make a living or even visiting.
	Magic hoofed it up the trail coming to the first line of pines where she paused.  Her rider dismounted and led her to the first spring.  Magic thirstily drank her fill while the passenger removed his outer feet and dunk in his inner ones to the water.
	The horse pranced and seemed to get a little nervous alerting her rider that they were not possibly alone.  There were scents being carried on the sullen mountain air—and voices, too!  
	The thing with voices carried on the air, especially in the mountains, they could virtually come from anywhere as the wind currents changed directions as it swam thru the trees and around boulders.  Carefully and did Bo lead his trusty mount up the trail and deeper into the pines.  The voices were closer—there were shrieks of laughter and Bo smiled as he determined that the voices belonged to that of children!

	At an encircled pond surrounded by huge boulders and fallen trees was a small group of young peoples out on a day of hiking.  They had hiked too far and were dead tired by the time they reached the secluded pond.  The leader, fifteen year old Lucy Pocho, thought the pond was much closer.  
	The trek back to where their families were was going to be a bugger; not so much in length (miles) but UP hills, down hills, across hills—it took the small group consisting of mixed boys and girls of twelve and eleven year olds three hours to make the secluded pool.  It would take that and more to get back.
	Lucy, the oldest and impromptued leader began to regret hearing the tale of the mysterious pool hidden in the rocky crags of the Vasqual hills.  Supposedly the hidden pool had mysterious healing powers.  The pool she and the others dunked their feet wasn’t the one.
	Suddenly a man was in their midst, he just “suddenly” appeared from around some great boulders barring a gun in one hand and the reigns for a horse in the other.
	Everyone froze as they didn’t know what to think.  The man looked like he had just walked out of a western movie; the sweat stained dark brown hat; red western shirt in serious need of a wash; the jeans, too.  He needed a shave, probably a whole bath, and tall and slender was he with a saunter as came up to the group—leveling the western style Colt .45 revolver.
	None of the girls had gotten fully into the pool that was very inviting to do so but the unknown depth kept them perched on the ledge.  All three boys had gotten fully into the pool—not into the middle and with their clothes on minus their shoes.
	No one spoke.  A breeze rustled listlessly about the pines, Magic farted and peed, the stranger eyed each member of the group; three boys, five girls.  Nice.  Lucy Pocho was the oldest at fifteen; Michael Rarny was twelve, almost thirteen.  Charlie Snapp had just turned twelve and was months away from being thirteen.  Months away from being twelve was Julie Anne; Hope Garny, Emilio Vasquez were in the middle of their twelfth year; Franny Hanna and Lauren Hews were eleven years young.
	The stranger smiled, nodded, shut his eyes tight (then opened them) nodding to Lucy, “come ‘ere.”
	Very slowly the girl complied.  She was way frightened and although she had a small can of mace spray and a whistle—she couldn’t use them for the fright that gripped her.	
	The stranger made no bones about it—no wasting time,
	“Get ‘em off.” he simply said.

	His vernacular was odd to Lucy, she was of Mexican heritage, spoke French and a little Chinese.  But Cowboy lingo was of a colloquial speech unknown to her.
	“Get yer clothes off!” the stranger said making it clearer for her.
	Lucy gulped, brown eyes widened, mouth hung open.  She shook her head and in no way was she going to comply.
	The stranger smiled “yes way.”
	The Colt .45 didn’t waver, “Six shots, and I wont miss.” His voice didn’t waver either and was stern and very serious.
	“Either you get ‘em off or someone gets blasted.”
	Lucy didn’t think that if the man was serious and DID fire off a shot, or shots, the report would most assuredly get the attention of her family and friends.  Fear overrode her thoughts and slowly she undone her top—brown eyes locked onto the man and his gun.
	A simple red checkered western shirt for outer wear with a dark red girlie undershirt—and of course her dainty bra that contained her lovely twin B’s.  Lucy gulped, sweated, and bulged her eyes even more as it was clear to her the man wanted her topless.  Well, yeah…
	In the pool young Emilio had slowly made for the far side of the rocky pool that was surrounded on three sides by giant sky reaching boulders.  The open side was a great rock, too—in facts, the pool/pond itself was in the rock in the form of a great depression fed by an underground spring.  But on the far side the boulder there was split with some logs laying crisscross wise at the top where it looked like the logs had fallen splitting the rock.
	There was just enough room for one to scoot thru.
	“You move one more inch, boy,” said the stranger, “and I’ll blow your head clean off’in yer shoulders.  Got it?”
	Emilio got it indicating so with a serious of quick head nods.
	The stranger snorted, farted, licked his lips then nodded to the near topless Lucy.
	“I didn’t tell you to stop.”
	The girl didn’t like the man’s words—and was confused at how calm he was, too.  With trembling fingers she continued, unfastening her bra and exposing her bodacious 28s.  She stood breathing hard, clutching her bra and not believing what was happening.
	In the pool, Michael Rarny was considering make the dash but Emilio was shaking his head talking him out of it.
	“You aint done yet.” said the stranger.
	Lucy looked broken, she shook her head and tried to convey her plead.

	The stranger smiled saying, “Well, darlin’, we can do it either way; with your willing cooperation or you laying there on the ground twitching and bleeding.  Makes no never mind to me.”
	Lucy stopped breathing and her pretty eyes of brown bulged even more.  The kids behind her weren’t sure what they heard but most knew it wasn’t good.
	Slowly—very slowly and did Lucy undo her turquoise jeans.  Her bra had dropped and she was indeed topless.  Her jeans slowly s-l-o-w-l-y were pushed down to her ankles leaving her wearing powder blue panties.
	The stranger made a noise (a pleasing noise) and nodded his head in a pleasing manner, too.  “The more you please me the less bullets I have to waste.” 
	Lucy didn’t like the sound of that in either way it was meant.  Down came her panties and slowly she stepped out of her clothes standing stark naked before him.
	In the pond behind her SPRONG!  SPRONG!  SPRUNG!
	The boys were all eyes emitting small utterances none pronounceable but to the effects of “whoa!” “wow” and “awesome.”  Typical boys.
	Keeping the Colt leveled at Lucy the man expertly tied the reigns of his mount to a bush—she was a good horse but sometimes was easily startled; like from a snake, airplane, gun shot…

	On her knees, Lucy Pocho stared wide eyed at the man’s cock that wavered strongly and exposedly at her.  The stranger had with his free hand undone his dusty pants and let them drop exposing himself directly as he didn’t have any underwear on.  Slowly he leaned against the great granite boulder and had Lucy remove his boots and then his pants.  Then boldly the man stood up before her, waggled his cock—and beckoned for her to—
	“Suck it.”
	Lucy, at fifteen, was not naïve and was well aware of what “suck it” referred to.  But in no way—no how was she going to perform such a deed to the stranger.
	But with the man’s threatening Colt .45 poised towards the kids behind her, Lucy Pocho closed her eyes and submitted to the horrible deed that was cocksucking.
	She knew what cocksucking was—but she herself had never done the deed.  Nor did the early teen engage in any sexual activity—including masturbation.  She knew what sex was AND had seen sex engaging—

	A dear cousin of hers engaged in oral copulation with her boyfriend; a second cousin engaged in the other form of copulation and was even on top!  A pair of male cousins not yet teens engaged in ye olde sodomy.  Lucy didn’t mind so much and kept quiet about it, too.
	The stranger’s cock seemed to increase in size as it filled Lucy’s mouth; he moved his hips back and forth, placed his free hand to the back of her pretty head and moved her head back and forth along his skin flute for a couple of minutes—and it was to note that all eyes of those in the pool were glued to the proceedings and how!  The girls were awed—the boys were stupefied.
	After a long few minutes the man pulled out and humped Lucy’s face.
	“Skull fucking.” he simply said—and that went on for several minutes, too.  thereafter,
	“Turn around.” (and get on your knees...)

	Michael Rarny in no way wanted to get out of the pool of water, nor did Charlie “Chip” or Emilio—all for the same reason Michael had—boners.  All three twelve year olds sported serious erections and their embarrassment level skyrocketed.  The stranger had the naked Lucy on her hands and knees and was he himself mostly naked and right up against her butt.  The boys couldn’t blink—let alone think.  Then,
	“Get out of that water!” spoke the man harshly.
	One-two-three the boys scrambled out and stood dripping wet with pronounced boners.
	“Get out of them wet clothes.” the man continued.
	The boys looked to one another in shock and awe—but the barrel of the western style Colt tapped Lucy on the back of the head—
	“I’d hate to have to hump this girl with her pretty brains splattered all over—but I will.” He was dead serious and the boys were dead frightened.
	The girls began to wail with Lucy leading the way.

	Strong steady pumping did the stranger give unto Lucy; his hands gripped her ass hips (his gun on her backside in easy reach should it be necessary).  Lucy grunted and made other associative noises as she was pegged.  A time or two the man pulled out and gouged her virgin pussy, too.
	Michael, Chip, and Emilio were naked.  The man had ordered them to do and to stand so as the girls could see them; then Michael was motioned to come over and stand before Lucy.  He did so; a blond haired youth, very boyish face, breathing hard and full of fright and concern—and sportin’ wood, too!

	“Suck him.”
	Lucy’s mouth dropped.  “Oh my God!”
	Michael was a friend, a family friend and she didn’t think of him in a sexual way—she didn’t think of him in any way other than “friend.”  The boy stammered and had a hard time breathing—the man picked up the gun and gave the boy a long hard stare.
	“PLEASE don’t blow his head off, mister!” cried out one of the girls at the pool’s edge.  Hope Garny, the red haired girl of the bunch, wailed and pleaded.
	“Come over here,” the stranger said, “take off your clothes and,” he smiled revealing his special gold capped tooth, “I wont blow his head off.”
	No guarantees, though.
	Hope was a skinny gal along with being red headed.  Not much in the titty department—but she was cute, no shape—long limbs, long flaming red hair—but she was cute.  Taking off her clothes was some concern—naturally she had never done so before.
	She was an only child, Hope was; she didn’t “finger” herself, she HAD seen other boys naked (at summer camp); she had seen boys playing with themselves AND with each other along with peeing.  Never seen anyone having sex.  A blowjob was where a girl put a boy’s pee-pee.  Doggie style was two dogs “going after it”.  Hope Garny was a little naïve.
	Once naked, Hope Garny was actually kind of cuter—a bald beaver, no shape, no tits, but strangely cute just the same.  Timidly she came over as directed and squatted, then laid down on the smooth rock surface opening her legs.  Michael was all eyes and his pre-teen cock got even harder.  The stranger shoved his fuck stick into Lucy’s cornhole and “got after it.”
	Lucy sucked on Michael’s seriously hard cock making odd sounds as she did so.  She also found herself fingering herself like never before and maybe getting off on being butt hammered.
	Very muchly did Michael enjoy getting his winkie waxed despite the act being forced.  With hands on his hips the naked youth moved himself back and forth; Lucy cupped/clutched his barely hairy nuggets and sucked the very life out of the boy’s prong receiving a bountiful amount of boy jiz minutes later.
 	Hope continued to finger herself and was joined by eleven year old Julie who after crying, wailing, cringing, and begging, got naked and got on her hands and knees, legs open wide, ass (and hole and bald beaver) exposed to Lucy, the stranger, and the next boy up for a blowjob.
	And that was Chip Snapp.

	Charlie “Chip” Snapp had a decent body for a boy of twelve; sandy brown hair, blue eyes, kind of tan all over save for his butt and hips.  He was cute and shy a little bit—awkwardly he stood poised before Lucy; his eyes darting to the girls who were naked, to Lucy, and never to the gun wielding stranger.
	“Suck his cock.” said the stranger in a low and firm voice.
	Lucy, just recovering from having a mouthful of jizum coughed, sputtered, asshole clenching, took the new offering and sucked-sucked-sucked.
	Chip was not aghast but looked so; his eyes bulged giving mixed signals of pleasure and stunned awe.  He had never been sucked—he HAD, though, whacked off a few times.  He knew what sex was but had never seen anyone doing it.  The boy was in agony as he got serviced and doubly so with the likes of the naked girls laying so close fingering themselves.
	And on and on it went.

	The stranger pulled out of Lucy, spanked her ass with his hellish cock, gouged her crack and then her dick trench before plunging into said dick trench and giving the teenager the fuck of her life—all while she sucked on Emilio’s cock.
	Franny and Lauren had been summoned over, they stripped off their clothes and laid down like the others and commenced to fingering themselves.  It was quite the joy to watch the girls undress, slid their pants and then their panties down.  Young Chip had been in Lucy’s mouth when Franny Hanna was undressing and blasted a tremendous load of boy cum.  It somewhat frightened the youth then startled him.  He had never had such an orgasm.
	Emilio “feasted” his lovely brown eyes on Lauren all the while he was gobbled—he seemed to have some sort of hidden passion for the girl and when she was sliding her panties down he was drooling.  When the girl was naked and laying beside the others, legs open and dragging her fingers up and down her virgin slit—the boy blasted a hot load of load into Lucy’s mouth.
	The stranger did likewise to Lucy’s cunt.

	Bo figured he didn’t have too much time—and time was something he needed; it took time to go thru the group.  Bo had a plan, a destiny for Lucy and her young friends—but they had already been gone from where their combined families were camping four hours and then some.  Any longer and the families would be getting worried.

	Young boys and especially teenage boys have the ability to fuck and keep fucking.  They can achieve their lofty goal of orgasm and magnificently manage to maintain a substantial hard-on and keep going for another round—and another round—and another round.  Bo didn’t have that luxury, when his cock gave its all—that was it.  But surrounded by naked lovelies he had a chance.
	On her back, legs open, Lucy Pocho lay clenching the ground she lay on staring up thru the mighty pines to the sky.  Julie Anne Reevers was on her hands and knees, legs open.  Beside her, Hope Garny lay on her back, legs open—fingers working her pussy into a tizzy.  Franny lay on her back but had her hands behind her knees pulling/holding her legs far back as possible very muchly exposing herself.  Lauren Hews was on her knees and hands, head down.
	Under direction from the stranger, Michael came to mount Lucy.  His heavenly blue eyes darted from Lucy’s nakedness to the young girls’ nakedness.  His young pre-teen cock was the hardest ever!  Slowly he made penetration to Lucy’s cunt and when he was all the way in he was further directed on how to position himself.  The stranger was right at the girl’s head with a semi hard hard-on.  While Michael humped—the man had the boy suck him.
	Lucy twisted some, arched her back and was horribly disgusted by the acts the man was forcing upon her and the others.  She was more horribly disgusted when she had to suck on the man’s nut sac while Michael sucked him.
	After a minute or so and the man pulled out of Michael’s mouth to skull fuck him.  Then he sat back and seemed blissfully mesmerized by the boy’s humping.  The man snapped his fingers gesturing for Lauren to come to him.
	The girl hesitated but scrambled up slowly and came to the man’s side whereupon he fondled her ass, patted it, and squeezed her to him.  It was quite a scene for the young girl (and the others) to witness—their friend Michael laying down on Lucy as she was on her hands and knees; Michael humping her while he also sucked on the stranger’s tool—and then was “skull fucked” to boot!
	Time was not on the stranger’s side making him fret and speed things along.  With Lucy on her back, legs open, the barrel of the Colt .45 in Lauren Hews’ asshole as she was beside them on her hands and knees sucking on Emilio’s cock—the stranger shoved his manstick into Lucy’s cunt and “went to town.”

	Lucy clutched the ground again and stared up into the sky (again).
	Michael was directed to grind himself against Julie.
	Hope lay on Charlie grinding her sex against his.
	It was quite a scene (again.)  While the stranger humped Lucy under the pines it was quite a scene indeed.  Charlie’s hands clamped nicely to Hope’s tender ass; his legs out straight somewhat while hers straddled his waist.  The boy’s pre-teen cock was solidly hard and very nearly was making entry—but the girl merely grinded and in five minutes time—Charlie came.
	And speaking of “cumming”—Emilio came blasting a hot load into Lauren’s mouth.  Lauren didn’t care for the spew in her mouth and retched, gagged, then almost hurled but managed to spat out the distasteful goo.  The stranger caressed her ass—then spanked it (but not hard).
	‘never going to do THAT again!’ the girl was heard to mutter.
	“You’re a good little filly.” the stranger commented to Lucy—after he got his rocks off.  He caressed her breasts that were more than average for a teenage girl her age.  His cock was soaring, his balls tingling, his cum drenching.  After caressing he was pretty much exhausted and set back on his knees looking over the group; he had the boys come unto (and into) Lucy.  Emilio into her pussy, Charlie in her ass, and Michael in the mouth—a threesome!
	The other kids looked on in some horror—totally mesmerized and totally not in the know that such a thing could happen.  The stranger put Julie on her hands and knees and entered her from behind.  Hope had to pee and stood just a couple of feet from the sodomizing stranger and the sodomized Julie and did so—standing up and pissing a good one.
	Lauren got to receive the stranger’s love tool between her legs with her laying on her back.  The stranger was gentle—but determined.  The boys fucking Lucy had “finished” with rivers of cum gushing out of Lucy’s orifices from the exhausted schlongs.
	Hope sucked on Emilio while she lay on him with her pussy on his handsome young face.  Michael’s cock though freshly giving a hearty cum splatter into Lucy’s mouth maintained strength enough to make penetration into Hope’s asshole—his balls slapping and the whole business inches from Emilio’s face.  He got an eyeful!
	The boys (and girls) got their workout; after humping a threesome on Lucy, Charlie went into Julie humping several minutes before giving out.  Michael enjoyed his few minutes with Hope while Emilio sunk his bone into Franny.  The stranger was not totally done in and once more enjoyed Lauren.

	The boys were out of their young minds with the “enjoyment”.  To each girl they put their strong pre-teen puds; pussy, mouth, asshole, or just hump against the pussy, mouth, or asshole.  Their hands, too, enjoyed going all over the nakedness of the girls; watching them stand to pee; bending over and spreading the cheeks; laying down to masturbate, and being sexually assaulted by the stranger.
	The stranger had a major cock and none of the girls save for Lucy could scarcely take him.  But each girl did receive the man’s tool to their mouths.  Getting into the girls’ assholes was a toughie and even tougher to get into the snatch boxes—but after a few pumps from the boys (each) and the man DID make penetration to his delight and fucked them.
	And though the girls didn’t particularly care for gobbling dong—the boys liked it less.  The strange man, though, insisted and Michael, Charlie, and Emilio gobbled the man’s cock; they also spread their cheeks to receive him there and then—THEN—
	“suck him.”
	Charlie in no way wanted to follow that command—to suck Emilio’s pud.  It had been in the girls and once in Michael’s ass(hole.)  But the dangerous Colt inserted fully into Franny’s pussy as she lay cringing on the ground prompted Charlie to follow thru.
	Michael was sucking on Emilio’s cock while Charlie fucked him in the ass—the girls on their knees surrounding them watching (save for Franny who lay on her back with a gun barrel in her cunt) when a noise behind startled them all.
	Magic the Wonder Horse made a horsey noise and pranced.
	Everyone went quiet and so was the woods around them.  Only a light breeze made its way thru the tall pines.  Magic made another horsey noise (whinny) and pawed the ground—she was disturbed and that put her master on alert.

The story of Magic and Copper

Down on the farm
	Good Meadows Farm
	In the early morning at Good Meadows Farm it was the same as it was the day before; breakfast and listen to the chatterings of those that lived at the farm.  A light breeze brought the ever annoying squeakings of the windmill; the noisy frogs from under the pig trough had begun to quiet down—until someone got up against the slop feeder and disturbed them.

	Magic shuddered her mane and somewhat wished Gail would give her a brushing.  It seemed like it would be a nice day—until she heard the unmistakable sounds of something even more annoying than the frogs—
	Copper.
	Copper came barreling around the corner of the rustic barn yapping his fool head off—
	“Morning!  Morning!  Morning!  Magic!” he barked, “How are you?”
	“You just saw me last evening.” Magic snorted.
	“I know!  I know!  I know!  But I’ve been asleep!” the oddly spotted brownish pup bounced on his paws as if they were on fire.  “Did you sleep, Magic?  I slept good!  And then it was breakfast!  I had a wonderful breakfast!  Did you have a wonderful breakfast, Magic?  What did you have?  Do you know what I had?”
	Although Magic the painted pinto didn’t care one little bit what Copper the 1yr old canine had for breakfast—he told her anyways.  Magic wandered out of the barn and greeted the sunshine and the new day.
	“What are we going to do today, Magic?” Copper asked—like he asked every day.
	“Go out to the fence, walk around the barn, eat some hay--”
	“If you’d have some of my food you’d be a happier horse!” Copper butted in.  The pesky dog darted in and under Magic as she trod to the fence.
	“Good morning, Magic.” crowed Bernard the Rooster.
	‘Yeah?  What’s good about it?’ sneered Magic to herself.  
	“Good morning to you, Bernard.”  Bernard was one of the few animals at the farm who had been there the longest.
	“Good morning, Bernard!  Good morning, Bernard!  Good morning, Bernard!  How are you!  Did you have breakfast yet?  I had breakfast!  It was great!  Do you know what I had!”
	Bernard fluffed his feathers and crowed just to crow—roosters do that you know.  Copper continued to bark his fool head off, Magic stayed for a moment sniffing the scents coming from the meadow beyond the fence.
	“Bernard, have you ever been over there?”
	The great feathery bird careened his neck, shuddered and fluttered,
	“Nothing of interest over there.”
	Magic took his word for it—but still…
	A slow plod back to the open yard; the geese were seriously chatting it up bringing Magic to sidestep her destination and make for the barn.  Copper was busy yapping with Bernard.  The front doors of the barn were closed—not unusual but then again…

	The barn had other doors, Magic slowly made her way to one of those finding the backdoors also closed.  That was odd.  Magic paused a moment, sniffed the air, twitched her ears, then went to the side doors.  They were smaller but still allowed passage of barnyard animals.
	Just part way into the great shelter and Magic the painted pinto wasn’t prepared for what she saw.  Across the way at an angle in one of the larger stalls was one of the human masters of the farm, one of the younger ones.  Her name was Gail and she was without her outer clothing.  She lay on a bale of hay under Storm, the black fifteen hand high studdly steed.  The unclothed human girl was apparently toying with Storm’s dangly-thing.  Magic thought this very odd and highly unusual.
	Gail was a nice human, mid teens, and also gentle with the animals.  She had a pesky brother who reminded Magic of Copper.  There, too, were other siblings, younger than Gail, who roamed the farm, and one who was older but not always around.
	 Humans were strange.
	But Magic had seen many of the humans on the farm engaging in strange practices:  the Meadows family was a large one with occasional other family members not of the immediate family coming in for a stay, too.  The “immediate” family members were, Eric and Annie the parental units; then there was Gail who was the second oldest Meadows child, her sisters Sharlene and Maggie; her brothers Barry and Vincent with a visiting cousin, Blake.  Cousin Blake was in his mid teens; Barry was at the end of his teen years; Vincent had just entered into his teen years and Maggie was the youngest at ten years.
	A nice family.  Not quite wholesome, though.
	Most often in the barn, and usually up in the loft, the Meadows family came to play—and not the wholesome family orientated play but the typical sibling incestuous play.  All were involved in some capacity with usually Barry and Gail engaging in full out and out sex.  Sharlene was involved and seemed to prefer oral and anal.
	One night in the house and did Sharlene awaken in the middle of the night for the nightly ritual of visiting the shared hall bathroom.  She lay in her bed hoping to curb the need but the more she lay awake the more the “need” became pressure.
	The night air was cool; the windmill creaked, the frogs croaked, bliss was the tune at Meadows Farm.  And the need to pee increased Sharlene’s frustration.  She wanted to sleep and hated having to be awake for Nature’s Call.  The other alternative was to piss the bed—something she hadn’t done since she was a kid.

	With eyes barely open she made her way to the door and out into the hall.  The bathroom she shared with her sisters was across the hall at an angle.  There were two night lights, one at the stairs and one at the bathroom door.  Sharlene was halfway across the hall when she stopped.  Although terribly sleepy—something was amiss.
	Turning around and there was cousin Blake—naked!
	Blake had been with the family due to his own family strife less than a week.  She hadn’t seen the boy in years and he was a little on the shy side, kept to himself—burdened down by his family’s quibbling.  Sharlene hadn’t seen him nude, hadn’t heard him even fart!  Brothers Barry and Vincent farted around her all the time.  Of course, so did the cows, horses, sheep, and even her Dad!
	But there was something wrong—Blake wasn’t moving.
	Sharlene struggled with her sleepiness; the low light of the hallway prevented her from seeing clearly.  Stepping a little closer she saw the fullness of the boy’s nakedness—and the tremendous boner he had!
	Brother Barry had quite the manly cock, and even thirteen year old brother Vincent had a decent schlong.  But visiting cousin Blake—wow!  It was breathtaking and made Sharlene’s cunt tingle.  The struggle continued for Sharlene to awaken herself so she could see the boy’s dick better—clearer.
	He wasn’t moving, he had one hand up in the air like he was grabbing a holt of something—other than that—and being naked, he was absolutely still.  Sharlene got worried and fright overtook propelling her to her parents’ room.  Waking Daddy took serious shaking—he was a sound-sound sleeper.  Annie Meadows, however, awoke upon hearing a rat fart in the basement.
	To say the least, Annie May Meadows was stunned—and not just to the simple fact that Blake was naked.  The 40ish year old woman had her brown eyes locked onto the naked teen’s enormous schlong.  “Oh my God!” she uttered aloud.  Sharlene, beside her, nodded in agreement.
	Barry Matthew Meadows had a decent dong of six inches; average length but it was “thick”, too.  Younger brother Vincent had five inches of cock—not bad for a boy of thirteen.  Daddy Eric had an inch more than his eldest son, seven inches plus a centimeter or two more.
	Visiting cousin Blake had eight and a half inches of manly manhood.
	That’s quite a cock for a boy of seventeen.
	Annie batted her eyes and stared-stared-stared.  Sharlene found herself fingering herself—and drooling.

	“He’s asleep.” Annie stated to her awed daughter.
	“What?  Asleep?  But he’s standing right there!”
	Annie had to explain “sleep walking.”
	Sharlene was still awed—and ever the more hornier.
	It was at this time that Daddy Eric was stirred, as was the other Meadows of the home.  Cousin Blake remained as he was for a few more minutes—enough time for the gawking family to get a good stare; Daddy Eric was intrigued—a little alarmed, stunned, miffed, and aroused.  The “aroused” came up against Annie’s ass—expert hands discovered there were no panties under the sheer farm wife nightgown and he was very pleased.
	Slightly aroused herself, but alarmed that the entire Meadows family was staring at Blake she quickly dismissed her horny husband ushering him back into their bedroom—then she shooed the other Meadows family members (but not successfully.)
	Annie stood before the naked Blake—his cock WAS impressive.  He was so still!  And his hand oddly outward like as if he were grasping something, a handle or something.  But it wasn’t his hand Annie was interested in.  Like the eyes of her children, including the boys, Annie was locked on to the massive cock protruding outward dramatically.
	“Holy cow!” uttered ten year old Maggie.
	The outburst of course brought Mommy Annie around and once more shooed her children back to their rooms more earnestly.  
	“Does Daddy have one like that?” Maggie had to ask.
	Annie was not too taken aback by the sudden brashness of her young daughter—they were a “close” family and it was not unusual to see someone at some time naked.
	Annie didn’t answer but patted her daughter on the butt sending her into her room.  Somehow it was apparently up to Annie to deal with the naked Blake.
	He was sound to sleep.
	With slow determination she directed the hunky teen back to his room, the guest room.  The bedroom Barry and Vincent shared was small enough as it was and not much room for an “extra”.  A nice breeze came in from the open window; the nightlife of farmlife filled the night air; Annie very gently returned her nephew to his bed.  He seemed relaxed—and still in a deep-deep sleep.
	His arm still seemed to be outwardly grasping “something”.
	And his amazing 8-incher still was very prominently “stiff.”
	There was no way Annie could leave that alone…

	Avoiding the squeaky floorboard, Barry Meadows slipped out of his room and to his sisters’ room—where he found sister Gail nakedly getting after it on her bed.  The moonlight streaming thru the open window bathed the naked teen nicely; Barry pushed down his underwear—stepped out of them and made his way to the naked sibling.  She was fingering herself—fingering herself—fingering herself.  Barry stood at the side of the bed—fingering himself, too.
	While still “gettin’ after it” with one hand, Gail reached out and grasped her brother’s moderately pleasing cock.  She stroked it, thumbed the head with specific attention to the piss slit.  Barry moved onto the bed and no foreplay was involved—he mounted his sis and eased into her hot snatch his hot cock.
	Meanwhile, downstairs was ten year old Maggie helping herself to a helping of the fudge brownie cake left over from the evening meal.  She was naked—her preferred manner of being (except in the winter).  The only light was from microwave, the Route 66 glow-in-the-dark clock on the wall above the sink, and the natural light flooding in from the outside.
	Eric Meadows disturbed (shamed) by Blake made his way to the kitchen to nap some of that fudge cake found his naked ten year old already in progress.  At first he paused—it wasn’t the first time he had seen Maggie naked and it wasn’t the first time she had seen him as such as well.  But this time he was sportin’ a major erection.
	Maggie waved to him acknowledging his existence but was more concerned with noshing on the delicious treat.  There was another piece left and Eric got it then got a glass of milk.  Nothing was said—there was nothing to say.  
 	The windmill creaked, the frogs croaked, the intricate “smells” that was the antithesis of farmlife filled the kitchen.  Maggie finished her treat, swallowed her own glass of milk then promptly went to her naked Daddy who had a hell of a boner of his own and climbed onto his lap.
	No, it wasn’t the first time the girl had been on his lap—it was though the first time they had been naked.  Sometimes she was naked, but he was clothed in some capacity.  Sometime HE was naked but she was clothed.  After she settled herself one way she rested her head on his chest and ripped a small butt blast.  That, of course, made her giggle.  Daddy Eric cupped her smooth ass finding it strangely sensuous.  Normally he didn’t have straying thoughts of the naughty kind to his daughter—sometimes he did so for Gail and Sharlene but they were teenagers and that was alright.

	Already equipped with a significant hard-on, Eric’s cock throbbed and grew intently stiff.  Maggie gripped the Daddy dong, squeezing it, stroking it, comparing it with her brothers’ and cousin.  Slowly-slowly she moved to straddle herself—her sex, onto that that had given her life.  With her arms about his neck she grinded herself against his adequate member making small noises as she did so.
	Eric was in some kind of quandary.  A myriad of mixed emotions swelled like a cresting wave within him—he thought, he contemplated, he was overwhelmed with sexual want.  There was no denying it—especially when one was so willing…

	Upstairs—
	Upstairs and Vinny found sister Sharlene on the toilet.  He had almost been back to sleep after the cousin Blake incident but then the Call of Nature called and the more he laid in his bed trying to put the bothersome deed out of his mind—the worse it became necessary.
	He even tried masturbating but the pressure from his bladder superseded his lust and off to the bathroom he went.  Usually if the shared bathroom was “occupied” the door was closed and a light or the bathroom nightlight would shine thru the cracks and from under the door.  No such light there was and the door was not fully closed.
	Sitting on the pot was Sharlene—about half asleep, pissing away.
	Vinny, now partly wide awake, grinned and began stroking himself; he was naked (as was his preferred manner of sleeping.  Sharlene had her nightgown on—her panties at her knees, chin in her hands barely aware that her naked naughty brother was standing before her.
	When the naked naughty brother’s throbbing hard cock pressed against her face—then she knew and was aware.  She was no less awake but she was aware.  There was a groan and a sigh—it was like 2AM!  In the morning!  She wasn’t in the mood.
	Brother Vincent didn’t care—he was thirteen, hard and horny and awake or not he was going to “get some.”  He rubbed his prong all over his sister’s face, poking her nose got his butt slapped.  The girl was naughty and did naughty things with him—to him; she sucked, fucked, rubbed, humped, and did a couple of other naughty things—but nose fucking was out.
	Guiding his probing prick to her mouth was better and the girl took his member and began sliding her luscious mouth up and down pleasing her brother greatly.
	In the guest bedroom down the hall there was all sorts of pleasing going on.  (and it was Momma Annie who was being pleased!)

	 (visiting Blake was probably pleased, too!)
	The sheer size of Blake’s schlong was too much to ignore—and so Annie didn’t.  With no panties to pull down Annie easily mounted the apparently DEEP sleeping boy and slid his wondrous schlong into her sex.  The woman shuddered and greatly shivered as the cock filled her cunny to the max.  All of her inhibitions were nulled; a great multitude of emotions (all sexual) teamed with electricity within her sending her into near convulsions.  Her womanly cunny clenched the invading prong—she was no longer herself as she rode the cock she compared to one of the horses in the barn.  (not Storm, though—he was bigger!)

*

	“You have no shame.” Magic chastised Storm.
	He gallant steed made a face, swished his tail and pranced as his great sexual love tool was nicely manipulated by the strange human girl beneath him.  Magic shook her head sadly and backed out of the barn.
	“Hey, Magic, guess what?”
	“Hey, Magic, guess what?”
	“Hey, Magic, guess--”
	“WHAT!?” almost shouted Magic who was usually quite calm in manner.  The pesky Copper bounced around as if he were on fire.  He paused a moment after Magic stormed at him.  Then,
	“The gate’s open!”
	Magic blinked her eyes and thought a moment, ‘what gate?’
	Then,
	‘No, not THAT gate!’
	Taking steps around the corral from the barn and past the lazy hogs, she (and accompanied by Copper) came out to the side yard from the main open yard.  To the left was the outbuildings where machines for keeping the farm clean and whatever.  To the right, the barn, corral, water tower, and pond.
	“See?” clamored Copper still bouncing, “it’s open—open—open!”
	Magic saw that it was true, the gate at the far end of the fence by the last outbuilding was open.  Usually it was closed.  A couple of times Magic had rubbed her muzzle against the latch “just because.”  She really had no intention of wandering out of her sanctuary.  But then again…
	Copper was off like a shot but came bounding back trying to coax Magic.  He was very persistent.
	“Come on, Magic!” He chimed insistently, “doncha want to see what’s out there?”
	“Not really.” Replied Magic—but then again…
	“There’s nothing beyond the fence of interest.” Chimed in Burl the bull.
	Magic stopped, Burl was a massive beast and possibly the most wise creature of the barnyard.  He slung his massive head slowly, scratched the dry ground and repeated himself.
	“How do you know!?” barked Copper.  He seemed so hurt to hear there was “nothing of interest” beyond the fence.
	“I’ve been there.” Burl explained.
	That was good enough for Magic and she began to return to where it was safer.  Maybe there was some oats in her bucket by now—if that silly girl fooling with Storm had finished her fooling.
	“No!  Magic!  Please!” chirped Copper.  “Let’s just go out a little bit and—and if we don’t like we can come back!” famous last words.
	Magic sighed, looking back over her shoulder she saw the naughty human girl, Gail, emerge from the barn adjusting her outer skin.  Storm. the horse with no shame, followed lazily making noise and his prized possession dangling near to the ground!  Shameful!
	Beside capturing her attention—demanding her attention, was the mournful Copper.  Such a silly dog.  Magic sighed, she shook her head No but was soon at the gate nuzzling it open more and meandering out “beyond the fence.”

Beyond the fence
	Beyond the fence down the dusty road from Meadows Farm was another farm—but it was not a working farm.  The only livestock were some chickens, a rooster, and one cow.  The occupant was female and she had always wanted to live on a farm but didn’t want the ungodly chore of cleaning up after animals, feeding them, and/or caring for them.  She wanted the farm life experience without the icky stuff.
	Her name was Allison Kat.  A quirky girl, a childhood that was less than supreme and far from normal.  But she was making her way, her own way enjoying farm life (without the icky stuff.)  Allison didn’t leave so far out of town not to be visited by a friend, a male friend.  They were high school chums and though not the quasi “boyfriend/girlfriend” relationship status—they got together for serious hanky and or panky.

	The two were a pair; both were into serious sex outside the normal fashion of gettin’ it on.  Every hole was an option, every conceivable manner of humping for pleasure; every position known to mankind (and some not!)  And there was a time when Allison’s friend “filmed” their bedroom exploits!
	They were lovers only in the context of being sexually excited with one another.  There was no “love” or commitment to extend their relationship—it was pure sex.  There was no eroticism to their sexploits, it was pure kink.
	And what was amazing still was the involvement of the man’s niece!
	Her name was Amber—she was eleven. 
	Most times Amber and her naughty oh-so naughty Uncle, Adam, came to Allison’s farm alone.  Most times.  Occasionally there was another girl tagging along—she was a friend of Amber’s and naughty business oh-so naughty inside the farm house went on and on and on and on.
	There, too, were others who came to enjoy the farm life (without the icky part).  Friends of Amber; Wanda was Amber’s best friend and Brad was Wanda’s brother.  Amber was also eleven, her brother was a year younger.
	On one occasion of note:  
	Mid Summer; uncomfortable temperatures in the high 90s; low-low humidity making the air “sticky.”  Allison’s farm was situated in an area surrounded by unkempt meadows—near bog-like conditions in some areas of the meadows; not a lot of trees.  In the main bedroom where a swamp cooler so-so cooled the sullen air, eleven year old Amber sat perched on the face of Allison.  She was naked.  So was Allison.  Straddling Allison with his knees bent somewhat was Amber’s Uncle Adam; his cock was nominal but it was hard and Amber gleefully sucked on it.  Allison licked out Amber’s cunt and did so with much gusto.
	On a daybed by the window Wanda and Brad went at it like rabbits.
	It was they way they were and the way they engaged often.  The young ones didn’t seem to know no better and the older ones didn’t seem to care to set them straight.  It did seem that Amber’s Uncle Adam had some sort of serious lustful love for his niece he was in charge of taking care of.  It was more than just simple sex; it was more than simple pleasure of being naked with her (and her naked with him); it was even more than getting off in her mouth (or any where else).  
	The willingness of the young naïve girl was help-boost to Adam’s want of lust.  Sure he could have “set her straight” but he didn’t.  After getting off in her mouth he humped her sweet face, cinching his cock hard against her face to where his hairless ball sac was plastered right against her mouth.

	Allison tingled all over as she tongued out Amber’s cunt; her hands clamped tightly onto the girl’s hips and she tongued-tongued-tongued.  Her pussy was all a twitter and she began to twist in some sexual agony.  Young ten year old horny Brad left his sister to come onto the bed.  His young pud was still hard, dripping, and very much the cunny pleaser (as his sister could easily attest to.)
	Gingerly he positioned himself onto the woman and eased into a delightful pumping action.  Adam moved off of the bed and stood masturbating watching the otherwise horrific illicit scene with a Devil’s smile.  Amber wriggled on Allison’s face; her young nipples were hard and she was all a giggle as she was tongued.
	Wanda, laying on the daybed fingered her sex getting Adam’s attention.  The window was partially opened; outside the temp soared with storm clouds encroaching from the nearby surrounding hills.  The air became even more muggy making the swamp cooler less efficient in the cooling of the farm house.
	Adam didn’t often get the chance to have his way with the girls, and less with Wanda.  It was a special kind of love he had with Amber; they had bonded in so many ways—Adam was in some ways as childish as Amber and Amber was in some ways more adult than Adam!  But they enjoyed one another’s company; they shared their experiences—both good and bad; they went to parks to feed the geese and ducks; they went to amusement parks, the beach, the mountains.  When storms raged they were often in bed together—but they often shared a bed regardless.
	Adam also had a penchant for Wanda—and a little for her brother, too!  He was an equal opportunity molester!  On the daybed Wanda giggled and wiggled; Adam came gently onto her dragging his mighty man wang against her delicate pussy.  Nothing was said—their eyes both blue but one a little hazel with age locked.  For a moment there was sincere stillness; cool air from the room’s air vents kissed Adam’s manly sweaty body; his cock ached but gingerly made vaginal penetration to the eleven year old girl.  He quivered all over, an entire body shiver rocking him to his nads.  He had done as much to his niece with an even more sincere shiver if not shudder.
	Wanda gasped as her cunny was invaded; she clutched the cushion of the bed, opened her legs wider, arched her back and swooned as the presence of Adam’s schlong tantalized her beyond belief.  Her eye lids fluttered uncontrollably—the sensation of getting dicked was sensational!  It was more than having a heaping helping of some delicious desert she craved.  It was more than having a real good piss even!  As every inch of Adam’s cock entered her—Wanda experienced orgasmic delights ten-fold.

	On the other bed, Allison and Brad were engaged in their lovemaking; Amber on her knees beside them fingered herself and watched them—but mostly she watched her Uncle and best friend.  Brad was solely occupied by humping Allison—his little dick was a little more than most boys his age and he proudly stabbed it into Allison’s snatch.  
	And speaking of proudly stabbing snatch—
	Adam more than gingerly glided his proud prong into Wanda; pulling out now and then to hump her fuckable gash, poke her asshole as her legs came up with her ankles on his shoulders enabling the prime opportunity to explore her anus.
	Allison latched onto her young lover grasping his young tender butt with tenacious tendencies to clamp as tight as possible.  Young Brad got his second wind and seriously began to fuck like it was his last fuck.  Allison began to get vocal and more voracious with her young lover to the point of distracting the others.
	Young Amber was awed by their antics—also intrigued.
	Young Brad was too young to cum—supposedly.  But when he finally pulled out of Allison’s cunt—there dripping in strands from his little pud was cum.  His cock pulsed, throbbed, and ached.  There was both agony and pleasure from his sex confusing and enlightening the boy to no end.
	Adam had moved down on Wanda licking her pussy inciting new pleasures unto the girl she had never known before.  He had a technique; his tongue licked and lapped all over the outer area of her young poon; then he nipped the lips, her budding bud, and then engulfed the whole of her cunt breathing in driving his tongue expertly inward.  With a finger probing her pert asshole it was a climatic experience to beat all.
	And it wasn’t long before Adam’s cock was ready “again.”  He sat up stroking and when Wanda announced “I gotta pee” and scrambled off the bed, niece Amber crawled onto the bed taking her place.  She parted her legs, fingered her sex, and was all blushing as she looked onto her Uncle.  Adam smiled to her and “went down on her” as he had just done to her friend.  But being so very horny his tongue action to the girl’s cunt cut down in time and soon he was gliding his manhood against her.
	Wanda returned from the bathroom and went to Allison where she quickly began sucking her brother’s love tool as well as cleaning up the mess from Allison’s pussy.  Allison sat up on her elbows to watch the antics of Adam on Amber.  He was very ginger with the girl—wanting to get into her but not wanting to hurt her in the process.

	Finally, though, the 40ish year old Uncle made steady progress and was in the niece’s pussy (but not all the way).  He pumped slowly but determinately fucking until he emptied his love cream DEEP inside.  When he pulled out—Wanda came to him sucking his cock clean and dry and licking clean Amber’s cunt, too.
	When done, he lay with the girls dozing.  Brad lay with Allison.  Later on, some hours later, Adam and Brad were in the shower together…
	Magic had only one conclusion—humans were strange.

*

Beyond the fence
	The rooster was wrong, Magic concluded, “beyond the fence” there were the sweetest grasses ever!  Such grasses she had never enjoyed!  Why didn’t the humans who groomed her bring her such delights!?  There was no dangers Magic could detect—besides, she was far too busy enjoying the sweet grass—and far-far too busy to pay any attention to her stalwart companion, Copper.
	Copper had found some toady frogs and though he didn’t understand their “toad-speak” he yapped at them anyways.
	“Hey!  Hey!  Hey!  You guys can jump-jump-jump!  Can’t you?  I can jump, wanna see me jump!  WEEEE!” and the pesky copper colored canine leaped into the air; he did back flips, forward summersaults, leaps sideways, and double in-the-air twists.
	The toady frogs were not impressed and by the time Copper had finished trying to impress—the meadow frogs were had disappeared into the grass and bog.  
	“Hey!  Hey!  Hey!” he called out, “Where’d you all go!?” Copper yapped and splashed into the meadow water then darted back all of a sudden nearly backpeddling back to the fence—but backed into Magic instead.
	“Hey!  Magic, whatcha eatin’?”
	Magic barely answered him and what she did answer couldn’t be understood.  She made a sidestep step that was semiconscious-like whereupon if Copper hadn’t bounded out of the way he would have surely been stepped on.
	“Hey!  Hey!  Hey!” he called out, “Looky at these creatures!  I’ve never seen—OUCH!” the dog’s yelping cries alerted Magic and she went to him quickly.
	“MAGIC!” the whimpering dog cried out with his paws over his nose.
	“What did you do?” Magic asked.
	“I was just looking at these new friends and—and--”
	And they stung him.  At least twice.
	“Stick your nose in this.” Magic said as she pawed up some mud.
	Copper stuck his black nose into the mud, but he still whimpered.

Beyond the meadow
	Beyond the meadow and there was a river—actually two.  One was usually full while the other was usually dry.  The dry Mighty Bald Deer River was the point of concentration Brianna Mullens.  Being new to the area the young girl was slow to “explore” her new world but on encouragement from her grandparents of whom she was living with she began trekking out farther and further coming to the dry river at the end of her first week.  The distance from her grandparents home and the river was about two miles.
	Not a lot of trees, mostly oak; lots of waist high grass, great boulders, foundations of where a home used to be; abandoned olde cars; the river and train trestle.  From a distance Brianna watched a train cross—from where she sat she felt the intense rumbling.
	There were bees, wasps, and huge June bugs; small green slithering snakes; and croaking frogs in a small almost dry stream that meandered thru the massive field.  It was also way hot.  There was just enough water in the stream to soak the feet, so Brianna did and made her way along the creek following it to see where it would go.
	The stream went to an abandoned construction site of some kind; old machines and vehicles—and a closed up boarded mine.  A couple of huge oaks provided shade (but it was still hot); the stream went “underground” at the site.  Brianna wandered around and was about to turn back and make for home when—
	She’d seen him in town, even knew his name and had been introduced to him.  Boyd Aryndon—he was thirteen or so, brownish hair that hung slanted ways onto the left side of his face.  He also had a gold earring.  Other than that and Brianna didn’t know much about him.  There were a “few” boys in town she had seen, most were about Boyd’s age with maybe a couple her age.  She would find out more when school started up again in the Fall.
	Anyways, Boyd Aryndon was peeing.
	By one of the smaller live oaks and the boy was standing doing his thing.  Whether or not he knew he had a visitor was unclear.  Brianna held her tongue and waited a moment before taking the stick she had and stepping lively into the field creek.

	The entire area of the field from the abandoned mine to the train trestle to the hills, Boyd A knew and knew well.  For years he had explored the territory; sometime with other boys, sometimes alone.  He preferred to be alone, though—although, the company of Brianna seemed to be alright.
	“Wanna see something neat?” he asked gleefully.
	“Ok.” Brianna the naïve-one said.
	Boyd took her by the hand (part way) leading her up some craggy hills into a narrow passage that somewhat creeped the young girl out.
	Deadman’s Gully—so was written on an old weathered plank of board tacked to a tree stump at the entrance.
	“Deadman’s Gully?”
	“Yeah, it where Troy Vanamenti wasted Parrot Face, Rubber Neck, Beak Nose and a bunch of other snitchers.”
	“Snitchers?”
	Boyd had to explain to the naïve girl what a “snitch” was, then what a “mob” was, pirates, bootleg whiskey, and a whole host of backwash.
	Brianna took it all in—somewhat mystified, somewhat overwhelmed.  She did assume at length that the most of Boyd’s boasting was BS.  And she would be right.  
	But the “gully” was a neat place to goof around and explore.  There were small caves that went in 20 feet and other caves that went in a hundred feet.  There were some snakes; Boyd said there were huge ones—big enough to swallow a man whole.  Brianna wasn’t so sure about that.
	“Bats, too.” Boyd supplied.
	Brianna didn’t like bats.
	But Boyd took her to a bat cave anyways.
	“If we stay here till it gets dark they’ll come out and black out the sky!”
	Brianna thought about but she couldn’t stay that long—she had to get back home BEFORE dark set in.
	Boyd was cool with that, “Yeah, I sorta gotta get back, too; less I gets a whippin’ for not doin’ some chores and some junk.”  Boyd A was a country boy, had a bit of a Southern drawl mixed in with the country life way of speaking, redneck mentality, and Okie speak.  But he still was a nice boy.  So nice, in fact, that he escorted Brianna all the way to her front door.
	That was nice.  Brianna felt something stirring within her—she didn’t know what but there was something.  Boyd smiled to and for a fleeting moment there was a twinkling in his brown eyes.  This made Brianna feel “different” inside—all tingly.  She fled to the bathroom before she pissed herself.  Boyd went home.

	The following day and Brianna was with her Grandmother in town doing some shopping.  Boyd was there with some other boys possibly into some mischief as boys in small towns were accustomed to doing.  He quickly ditched them, though, to greet Brianna.
	“Hi!” he announced bounding up to her.
	“Hello.” Brianna said with a smile.  There was the typical embarrassment moment they shared then Boyd took the new country girl by the hand to personally show her the tour of town.  
	“That’s Mr. Greene, he’s an asshole; he hates cats, children, and people.”
	“Peavey’s Place is cool, inside.” It was a furniture place and the owners were child friendly and so long as there was no misbehaving children they could come in from the heat of the day and lounge on the furniture.
	“Dewey’s is a nice place, too.” it was next to Peavey’s and had animals; dogs, cats, lizards, birds, and fish.
	Two general stores, malt shop, car lot, three gas stations, small-small hospital, fire station, ranger station, three cafes, television/stereo store, pizza shop.  That was about it.  The “tour” took twelve minutes.  One street with back streets behind the stores.  There, too, was an apartment building.  No hotels, no motels.  Bread & Breakfast, an RV park was just out side of town, a camping area was out by the Birdlick River, and there was the radio station that was at one end of the town.
	“It’s lame,” Boyd told Brianna, “all they do is talk!” he told of who all was in the town; the lame-ohs, the dweebs, jerks, and assholes.  
	“Bobby Meekers—he’s an asshole; so is Jeb Usher and his brother, Ethan.  Donny Usher is alright, though.”
	“Then there’s Fred Dunston, stay away from him--”
	“Is he an asshole, too?”
	“Kinda, mostly a jerk and they say “he likes kids”—a little too much.”
	“Oh.”
	The list went on, kids their age, some adults, too.  Jerks, dweebs, geeks, and assholes.
	“You got a lot of assholes in this town.” Brianna concluded at length.
	Boyd laughed and once more took her by the hand leading her to Sam’s Delights—the local malt shop that served burgers, chili everything, and the best malts & shakes anywhere!
	“My treat!” Boyd blushed.  Brianna smiled—he was quirky (but she liked him.)

	The “socializing” continued on for another week; the two became very close—even risking sneaking out to go watch the Dark Horse thunder across the river.
	“It comes at midnight.” Boyd explained, “it’s awesome!” he added.
	Brianna wasn’t so sure but was talked into it.
	The trek to the trestle in the middle of the night was something—Brianna had no idea where she was or how Boyd knew his way.  There was half a moon and not a lot of light with some clouds overhead.  They held hands the whole way.
	At one point Brianna nearly fell off the encumbered edge of the bank of the dry river; so much grass and moss there was that the edge was a little hard to see—and that was in the daylight!
	As they got closer the frightening sound of the Dark Horse could already be heard—and it was miles away still!  
	“I gotta pee.” Brianna announced.
	“Ok.” said Boyd.  The girl was quirky herself, in the beginning she seldom even cussed!
	Brianna pushed her clothes down and with Boyd standing no more than three feet away pissed away.  Suddenly, though, something “kissed” her bare lily white ass freaking the poor girl sending her shooting up straight and plowing into Boyd who was taken by surprise.
	“Something bit my butt!” she screeched.
	“Probably just a bug, or some grass.” Boyd said being a little disgusted at the girl’s fright.  Brianna tried to turn her head to see her butt but of course she couldn’t—but she still tried.
	“What are ya, a dog?” quipped Boyd annoyed but giggling just the same.  Girls were weird.
	“You want me to look?” Boyd asked.
	There was a pause, Brianna shrugged saying “Ok” and turned about.
	SPRONG!  Boyd Aryndon was mid way thru his thirteenth year and though he boasted along with his buddies his sexual prowess with the girls of their town—he actually had limited success and was more successful solo.
	There was no light sufficient to see if there was indeed a bug bite so he brushed his fingers across the girl’s smooth ass flesh.  It was indeed his first real up close and personal viewing of a girl’s bare butt—such as it was with the limited light.  
	“I don’t see nuthin’.” He sputtered.
	“You sure?” she asked.

	What was a boy to do?  He was nervous and didn’t know why but cautiously brought his hand over the girl’s entire butt area—she bent clean over, too!  Boyd seriously wished for better light!  He could just make out the girl’s crack but couldn’t see much “detail” between.  His pud was so hard he could nail with it!
	Usually at night, especially after midnight, it was cooler.  Usually.  This night it wasn’t so cool but kind of muggy.  Bugs and insects were everywhere and making lots of noise.
	Making lots of noise, too, was approaching Dark Horse.
	“Come on!” exclaimed Boyd taking Brianna’s hand just as she pulled up her clothes.  Together they made a maddening dash to the train trestle.
	“Can ya smell it!” the boy was smiling all a-glee like a little school boy.
	“Smell what?” Brianna was cautious.  What she smelled wasn’t too pleasant but she didn’t know what it was.
	“The trestle, all those boards under the tracks.” Boyd said almost giddingly.  “It’s called creosote—they soak the wood in oil so it wont rot.”
	“Oh.” Brianna said.  So she learned something outside of class.
	The ground began to rumble and shake frightening Brianna Mullens; she tensed and reared back some eyes widening as the approaching monster train made its way thru the muggy night.
	“Come on.” Boyd said tugging on Brianna.
	The girl, however, wasn’t so enthused to make the jaunt to the trestle.  That was too close.  She held her ground growing a little frightened and concerned.  The great monstrous locomotive stormed into the night with its behemoth light piercing the sullen night air.
	“It’s one of the great trains from my grandpa’s time.” Boyd supplied, “a Big Boy, four thousand series.” He smiled and though it was dark (where they were currently) Brianna could see his smile.
	“Come on,” he insisted, “it’ll be alright.  It’s cool.”
	Brianna wasn’t so sure but she allowed the boy to tug her along.
	But not too close.
	Boyd settled for as “close as he could get” which was not close enough.  Boyd Aryndon liked to get as close as possible; so close the breeze of the massive beast would nearly knock him over; so close that the buttons on his clothes would jiggle.  And to show how brave (if not stupid) he was to some of the other boys—he got on the trestle and stood in the small-small cutout where railway workers would stand if need be.  That was pretty close.  The great lumbering machine of incredible mechanical engineering and craftsmanship roared by at an incredible speed.

	The cinders, steam, and fear stayed with him for hours (and sometimes days) after the event.  None of the other boys in his peer group would venture up to the trestle to do likewise—so in that they let up on the flak they had been dishing out.
	But though he wasn’t as close as he liked, sitting down from the berm rise was ok, too.  Other than the creosote that permanently permeated the surrounding air, the gush of the locomotives internal mechanical organs also filled the air.  The mighty might of the mechanical beast seriously rumbled the earth.  Brianna’s eyes widened and couldn’t believe the massiveness of the beastly engine.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” she was heard to say—although it was difficult for anyone to hear anything until the thundering iron beast had left the scene.
	“About 100 cars or so, sometimes more.” Boyd said.  “Twelve-fifteen is when it comes by here midweek--”
	“Does it come by in the daytime, too?”
	“Yep, on Fridays at 2:30.”
	“I thought I heard something.”
	“It’s awesome!” said an energetic Boyd.  “Isn’t it awesome?” he asked for confirmation. 
	Brianna had to admit, ‘yeah, it’s awesome; I think I just shit my pants, though.’

	There were other locomotives that rumbled across the backcountry, Brianna found this out personally one afternoon while scampering about the backcountry with her beau, Boyd Aryndon.  They were boyfriend/girlfriend and it was no big deal—in small Americana towns across the USA, especially in certain areas of the USA, age differences were rarely frowned upon.
	A month and then some had Brianna been romping about the countryside—and usually with Boyd tugging her to see something “neat”.  And although the Bald Deer River was “dry” there were springs that meandered thru the meadows and fields.  From the farmland and the wide open waist high grassland there were the rolling hills.  The railroad ran around these hills, the Bald Deer River came out from those hills.  So did the natural spring waters.  And though-though the water in the fields and grassland was merely ankle deep during the Summer months, into the hills where the water came from and the water was deeper.
	It was a bit of a trek, though, past the trestle and then some.
	Bit equipped with small backpacks containing food bars and water Brianna was a go.

	Oh it was hot out.  The humidity, the dead of Summer, waist high grass, a farm field nearby, all made for an impossible trek.  Mostly they trekked along the edge of the river, then onto the sand where trekking wasn’t so keen so they went up into the hillside to make their way to a secret pond only Boyd knew of.
	In the dead of Summer the pond wasn’t much; five feet across, about five foot deep, too.  It was cluttered with fallen forest debris but it was private and refreshing.  So far, Boyd had only seen glimpses of his girl partially clothed.  She seemed willing but then when it came right down to it—she got bashful.  Usually the “glimpses” came when they out and about in the wilds exploring somewhere and she had to “pee.”  
	A little bashful himself and not wanting to disrupt their relationship he generally looked away.  But he was confused ‘cause, on reflection it seemed like she didn’t mind if he looked.  Like that other night when “something” kissed her ass when she was peeing—she didn’t seem to mind if he “looked” at her bare behind and less minded if he “touched” it!
	And there, too, when HE had to he had firstly been polite and not just “whipped it out” in front of her and pissed off to one side somewhat out of sight.  But then he got bold and didn’t hide himself so much and lo and behold she just stood there.
	They never talked dirty talk, discussed sex, body parts.  It was subject matter they kept clear of and their relationship seemed better for it.  But at the secret pond…
	Boyd ditched his clothes quick and barrel jumped into the pond.
	“AH!  This is righteous!” he said sort of kind of swimming about.
	Brianna smiled and giggled, he made her laugh and that was a plus.
	“You comin’ in or what?” he asked as he splashed her.
	Instinctively she jumped back—tripping/stumbling over a dead tree limb.  Boyd was up and out of the water in seconds rushing to her aid.
	Brianna had came to an abrupt smack to the ground jarring her.  She wasn’t hurt but it didn’t feel good just the same.
	“OW!  That hurt!” she cried out slapping Boyd on the shoulder.
	“I’m sorry!” he said mournfully.  He seemed deeply concerned and helped her up.
	“It’s ok,” Brianna said with a sigh.  She rubbed her butt, made a face, then farted.
	Boyd giggled and stood stark naked before her.

	In the shallow pond the two managed to stay from one another for a few minutes.  After the scare, Brianna calmed and pulled off her top.  Boyd stood for a moment until he realized his cock had suddenly went SPRONG!  He quickly returned to the pond barreling splashing in not realizing that Brianna wouldn’t have mind if he had stayed with her…
	But in the pond he treaded water watching the girl undress.  His erection became even more pronounced as she slid down her pants and then her panties.  The water in his eyes diffused his ability to exactly see the girl’s nakedness.  She drew nearer, though, coming to the edge of the now murky pond stirred up by the playful Boyd.
	“You coming in or do I gotta splash you again?”
	“Bite me.” chirped Brianna.
	Boyd minded his tongue, Brianna knew what he was thinking and stuck out her tongue, turned her torso and didn’t seem to be bashful about being naked.  She didn’t “barrel jump” into the pond but knelt down and slipped into the water.
	Frolick!  frolick!  frolick!
	Splash!  Giggle!  Splash!
	Frolick!  frolick!  frolick!
	This only led to embracing.  Boyd’s hard hardness was the object of attention for Brianna; she held it, stroked it; then glided it against her virgin pussy.  There was a brief explosion of disquieting discomfort—but due to the coldness of the natural spring water there was numbness to quiet the discomfort.
	The pursuit of fucking commenced thereafter.

	The pursuit of fucking
	“Wanna do something neat?”
	‘Neater than what we’ve already been doing?’
	From the pond where they had frolicked they scampered back down to the train tracks and trestle.  The day was getting on and both had to book it to get home before a scolding.  But not before one last stop—
	It was sort of “neat” Brianna guess—being under the bridge (er, trestle.)  It was cooler and a little less stanky.  They sat for a moment, shoulder to shoulder—kind of resting—kind of waiting for the other one to do something.  At length—
	Brianna laid back staring up to the bridge just a few feet over her head.  She couldn’t imagine being underneath when Dark Thunder ran overhead.  She wondered casually what it would be like when the river was running full in Spring.

	Boyd stood and whipped out his penis to pee; Brianna remained laid out watching him pee thru his legs.  Her cunny ached.  She had had her first fuck and wasn’t sure about it.  It sort of felt good, but then again it was a little discomforting, too.  She lay still for a moment, then undone her pants just as Boyd was finishing up his pee.
	Turning to face her, with his cock in his hand stroking it, Boyd Aryndon watched with glee his girl undoing her pants AND pushing them down.  His cock strengthened and as Brianna pushed off her pants with her shoes he pushed down his own pants and was naked before the girl has her panties down.
	With the coldness of the pond the act of having sex was a little more intense.  Brianna was a little concerned and wriggled beneath her beau; Boyd was determined and as a typical boy the concerns of his girl were not a concern of his.  Getting his dick into her pussy and fucking until the utter end was all that mattered.
	Brianna clutched at her lover; he humped too hard and too fast and only a couple of times there was pleasure from the dead.  All the poor country girl could do was to hang on.
	Then—
	Boyd began to slow his pace (finally!).  The sex then was a little better.  Brianna noticed, though, that Boyd seemed preoccupied with checking his watch.
	“Whattsa matta,” she said trying to mimic the local jargon, “you got a date?”
	Boyd giggled and became suddenly more serious about his boinking of Brianna.  The girl had to admit—it was feeling better.
	Then suddenly she felt the ground beneath tremble.
	Brianna’s heart quickened; her pretty eyes rolled in deep thought—
	‘What the fu--’ her thoughts of concern were interrupted by the mighty presence of a locomotive.  Brianna’s eyes widened with extreme fright; Boyd entered into power fuck mode hammering his girl hard with all his sexual might.
	Brianna was frightened and screamed as the afternoon train roared above.  It was not the Big Boy but it didn’t matter—it was frightening just the same.  Boyd lay on his girl discovering somewhat a new sex position.  Covering Brianna with his body and moving only his hips in the pumping position increased his sex drive pleasure.
	Brianna also found some sexual pleasure—but she still hit her beau for frightening her just the same.  Afterwards, after the long train had long gone and Brianna’s fright had calmed,
	“When’s the next one?”
	There was no doubt about it—humans were strange.

*

	Beyond the meadow and there were the hills.  From a distance, like the barnyard enclosure, the hills looked far away.  There were many-many trees; new grasses and flowers along with other delights tempted the mare; but something also told her that traipsing into the hills was not such a good idea.
	Copper, however, was already there.
	A dandelion here, some sort of wild unknown grass there, and Magic was stepping closer and closer to the hills.  There were so many delights in the meadow!  There were small streams, new creatures, and so many more treats than she could imagine!
	Copper barked his fool head off from “somewhere” up in the hill.
	“Hey!  Magic!  Hey!  Magic!” and on and on he went.
	Magic nuzzled this plant, dipped her muzzle into a stream, disturbed some toady frogs, and lazily made her way along to the hill somewhat unknowingly.  Before she knew it there were new grasses, shorter but no less delicious.
	“Hey Magic!  Hey Magic!  Hey Magic!”
	“WHAT!?” Magic said almost angrily.  The annoying little beast was sometimes—an annoyance.
	Copper paused a moment and for a moment Magic thought she might have hurt his feelings.  Then the fool dog bowed down, made some sort of odd doggie bark and cartwheeled backwards.  
	“Check this out!  Check this out!  Check this out!” he barked and flipped some more.  Magic sighed and meandered a little further into the wooded hills.
	There was a nice stream of very nice water flowing and a wider variety of plants and some grasses.  What Copper was going on about was unknown to Magic—and she didn’t care.  Slowly she trodded this way, sidestepping some logs and boulders or just going around them.
	Soon and Magic realized something was amiss.  Slowly she rose her head and listened intently.  All she heard was the breezes through the pines.  She stood a moment longer still—then made a step—then another.  Not a sound of barking could be heard.
	“Copper?” she called out.

	With no answer she cleared her throat, stomped her foot and became a little agitated.  “COPPER!” she called out a little louder.
	No response.
	The breezes stiffened; sunlight gently made its way through the great trees with a curious scent; she heard nothing but the stirring of the branches of the strangely scented trees.
	As Magic made her way further into the hill, leaving the lush meadow behind her, a new noise filled her twitching ears.  No sound of Copper but there was a new sound unfamiliar that was tremendously noisy and drew the barny horse further into the hill.

	Around a great boulder, over some logs, and around another boulder there was a huge clearing and the source of the tremendous noise at hand.  At normal times it was a creek but now it was swelled with new water.
	“Copper.” Magic called pawing the ground and taking small steps outward onto the sand.  Lots of debris was about the ground; tree limbs, small trees, and scurrying little critters Magic had never seen. The roar of the large creek was somewhat frightening and probably wise to stay clear of it.  Out in the middle large masses of debris were pilling up at the boulders submerged and not.
	“He went that way.” spoke a voice from above.
	“I beg your pardon?” Magic said looking up into the boughs of the mighty pines.
	“The excitable chap you are looking for,” spoke a great owl, “he went with his nose to the ground up stream.”
	“Oh,” replied Magic, “thank you.”
	“Hmmm, you do not belong here,” returned the owl, “ either of you!”
 	“I know, we are just visiting.” Magic realized the stuffy old bird was a “stuffy old bird”.
 	The stuffy old bird ruffled his feathers saying as Magic slowly trotted away, “and stay out of the water!”

Stay Out of the Water
	So said the sign post.  Darrel Worrley and Paul Kamper laughed at the sign with Darrel whipping his pud out and pissing on it.  The sign was old, cockeyed, and barely legible.  There was no “water” in the dry river of which the sign warned of.  The boys smirked the sign and slapped at it finally knocking it over.

	Darrel and Paul were a pair—they cared for nothing or no one.  Troublemakers, mischief connoisseurs, miscreants.  If there was a small fire set somewhere in town; if a store front window was broken; if some car tires—especially police cars; if a cat was set on fire; if clothes—especially girls underwear, were stolen from a backyard clothesline—it could be a safe bet that Darrel and Paul were involved.
	Darrel’s Pop ran a woodmill just outside of town and on many-many occasions did the boisterous loudmouth bring home a piece of hickory to lay to his misbehaving son’s ass.  Paul’s Pop was gone from the home; he had two older brothers and one younger sister.  Paul often boasted of screwing his sister—but his story changed from sinking his pud into her pussy to getting off in her asshole to simple blowjobs.
	After knocking the warning sign over the two scoundrels found something of interest.  Parallel to them was a rider on a horse; the pinkish cowboy hat and long bouncy pony tail suggested that the “rider” was a girl.  The tall waist high grass helped the boys slink their way closer as the rider and horse made their way along.  
	As the boys got closer, Darrel found a palm sized hard clod of dirt—and he chucked it striking the horse’s rear end.  The horse got spooked and trotted a little faster.  Whether or not the girl knew it or not was not clear.  Darrel found another clod and gave it a heave ho, too.
	After the fourth “heave ho” the girl, Tabitha Lang turned and yelled at the boys “QUIT IT!” She was fifteen and knew the boys all to well (as little perverted miscreants.)
	The boys ducked down in the tall grass giggling—but they continued their pursuit chucking hard dirt clods until finally the horse, “Sabastian” got upset and bucked off his rider.  Tabitha went flying and hit the ground hard.  The boys rushed up to find the girl unconscious.
	“Holy shit!” quipped Paul, “We fuckin’ killed her ass!” he was a little concerned but mostly for himself and not for the girl laying lifeless on the ground before him.
	“Naw, you dumbass,” shot back Darrel, “the bitch is still breathin’.”
	Paul kicked her foot trying to rouse her.
	“Man, she look dead to me.”
	Darrel stood a moment thinking, then—
	On his knees at the teen’s shoulders he roughly shook, “Hey, BEE-ATCH!” he smirked—Paul giggled and dropped down to his knees at the girl’s feet.  As Darrel slapped the teen’s face, Paul ran his hands up her legs to her pussy.
	Tabitha breathed but that was the only sign of life from her.

	Darrel watched his friend with insidious glee; Paul roughly fingered all about Tabitha’s cunt area—but there still was nothing from her to indicate that she was aware.  Nodding, Paul undone the girl’s burgundy jeans and pulled them down.
	“Yah!” exclaimed Darrel; he pulled off his shirt, stood up and shucked his jeans.  Paul pulled off Tabitha’s boots and then her pants—he paused then a moment to ogle the girl in her powder blue panties.  Paul had a nice face—underneath the dirt and grime.  Dirty blond hair hung mostly into his otherwise sweet face; his nose was askew due to be broken and unfixed to Lance Barns’ hard knuckles during a fight.  Paul also had small teeth, and a couple of missing ones, too.
	Darrel had dark hair, thick and full but not in his eyes.
	Paul once more ran his hands up and down the girl’s legs, opening them he moved up closer and while his friend stood masturbating, Paul lay on the girl humping her.
	There was not even a screwed up face from Tabitha Lang; Paul sat up and off came his pants—no underwear.  His whole body was grungy grime, and very-very tan, too.  His cock was an odd shape, curved like a banana that also curved to the left.  In one fell swoop he pulled the girl’s panties off, sniffed the crotch then tossed them to Darrel.  All attention then was to her cunt.
	“Think she’s a virgin?” Paul asked.
	“Fuck no!  She’s probably fucked her horse!” Darrel scoffed and stroked his meat all the harder.
	Paul was all serious like as he stared at the girl’s poon.  Slowly he lay on her pressing his odd-shaped cock to her sex and closing his eyes.  The sun baked his already scorched backside—his cock swelled to maximum size and slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y made entry.  
	Darrel came to his knees still stroking his average teen cock.  Paul had his arms locked, his legs astride the unconscious Tabitha, his hips pumping.
	“How is she?” Darrel asked squeezing his member.
	“Fuckin’-A!” Paul replied.  He adjusted himself and began to pump a little faster.  Darrel’s knees were right at Tabitha’s head,
	“Suck me, bitch, suck me!” he called to his friend.
	Paul didn’t even hesitate but put his lips and then yea his mouth onto his friend’s prick and went down.  He sucked his friend as he fucked the unconscious teen beneath him.
	No doubt it—humans were strange.

Warning!  Stay Out of the Water!
Come on in—the water’s fine!
	So many mixed smells there were that they were overwhelming for Magic the Wonder Horse.  The scurrying little critters got pissed off and tried to pinch her nose, too!  She gave them a hearty nostril blow shooing them away and went on to prowl about the new surroundings—also tentatively in search of her missing companion.
	Suddenly—
	“Hello!”
	“Hello!”
	Magic was startled and backed up staring at two odd looking creatures she had never seen before.  They were sleek brown critters and somewhat long with an equally long tail.
	“Uhm, hello.” Magic replied.  
	“I’m Pip!” cried out one of them.
	“I’m Kip!” said proudly the other.
	“I’m Magic.” Magic said matter-of-factly.  The accent of Pip and Kip was a bit odd and almost hard to decipher.
	“We’re otters!” said Pip boastfully.  And with that announcement they began romping all about the sandy washout.
	To the left was the overflowing creek, noisy and raging with great debris masses bashing up against the boulders within.  All around was a large sandy washout; a large cut out of the landscape was to the right with some boulders and yea trees exposed.
	“Uhm, say, you haven’t by chance seen a small creature, four legs, big mouth?”
	Kip and Pip paused in their playing and sat up “yipping” at one another, then looked to Magic.
	“Yes, we saw him.” and with that they returned to chasing the smaller creatures all over the sand.
	“Uhm, ahem!  WHERE did you see him?  Er, I mean, rather, do you know where he is?”
	“Yes, of course we know.”
	“This is our territory, we know who comes--”
	“and goes.” 
	The two odd creatures returned to chasing (and pestering) the pincher creatures.
	Magic was getting annoyed.  Pawing the debris laden sand she asked in a firm voice, “WHERE did you see him and WHERE did he go?”

	“We saw him by the water.” Pip said barely pausing in his incessant pestering of the pincher creatures.
	“Then he went up further.” Kip added.
	Magic looked up to the area Kip indicated—the land came in closer and seemed to be “darker”.  The trees were more numerous, some tilted far over the upraised land and there, too, were great boulders.  The noise of the creek was seemingly increasing.  With a heavy sigh Magic plodded up the sandy washout disappointed at the lack of edibles.
	A few minutes later and the land came up to where the choice was make way up the washout area to the forest land above her or tredge out into the swift flowing creek (now a small river.)
	It was an easy choice—but finding a suitable trail up to the forest some thirty feet above her wasn’t an easy find.  At length she just made her own and hoofed it up to the forest.  Still not a lot of delectables; some shoots of this and some of that but nothing like what was in the meadow behind her.  There were some new flowers and those were ok.  Suddenly—
	“MAGIC!”
	It was a bloodcurdling scream that brought the pinto horse to a sharp standstill.
	“MAGIC!  HELP!”
	Magic was off as quick as a bee charging thru the forest that’s landscape was not flat.  The rush of wind and the noise of the creek made determining where the imperiled canine was.  Coming to a screeching halt where the landscape dipped sharply downward to a feeder creek Magic paused.
	“Copper!  Copper, where are you?”
	All she heard was, though, “MAGIC!  HELP!”

	Down a small hill nearly stumbling and losing her footing Magic desperately searched for her companion.  “Copper!  Copper!” she called; twice she was propelled into some tree as the loose ground beneath her hooves was way loose.
	After some stumbling she finally emerged onto a flat area next to the raging creek.  The noise was tremendous and caused the mare to back up some.
	“C-Copper?” she called out unsuredly.
	There was no answer but with the horrendous noise of the crashing water—
	“He’s over there!”
	“Over there he is!” 

	Pip and Kip, or Kip and Pip had suddenly appeared being jittery and pointing out to the creek.  Magic stared and took some steps and gasped when she saw Copper.  And he WAS in peril!
	Out in the middle of the raging creek the hapless pesky dog was clinging tenaciously to a submerged boulder.
	“COPPER!” shouted Magic.  In two leaps she was at the water’s edge; putting on the brakes as soon as she was there, though.  The water was raging, deep, and way too frightening for Magic to go traipsing willy-nilly into.
	“MAGIC!” exclaimed the nearly drowned dog, “HELP!”
	“Well,” Magic said taking a risk and stepping up to the crumbling sandy bank, “uhm, swim for it!”
	There was silence—from Copper, the dog was having a very difficult time clinging tenaciously to the boulder, more clumps of debris was coming with a massive pile of logs and brush following.
	“I cant.” said Copper.
	“You cant what?”
	“I-I cant swim!”
	“Cant swim?” what?  Magic thought she misheard.  Whoever heard of a dog who couldn’t swim.
	“I cant swim, Magic, I-I don’t know how.”
	Unbelievable.
	A dog who couldn’t swim.
	“Oh, Copper.” wailed Magic—this was going to be a toughie.