August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Thirty Three
The Meaning of Life 
(the second cumming)

WARNING!  This sign has sharp edges; do not touch the edges of this sign
(also, the bridge is out ahead)

	Tabitha moaned somewhat while she was getting screwed but the young teen was still in the throws of being unconscious.  After a few minutes of Paul sucking on Darrel’s cock, Darrel moved around to spank Paul’s ass and then watch up close and very personal as Paul’s cock slid in and out of Tabitha’s cunt.  Then he mounted Paul and fucked him.
	Paul didn’t seem to mind; he even pulled a cheek to help out the cause.  His own pumping action slowed as his friend penetrated him.  It was quite a scene, though, for any casual observer—two naked boys on top of a naked girl!  
	Darrel, though, only made entry into Paul’s hole and fucked furiously for about a minute—then pulled out and slapped/spanked his foul cock against his friend’s ass before sliding off and masturbating saying “fuck that ‘ho!”
	Paul needed no encouragement and humped Tabitha Lang as hard as he could—finally succumbing to outlandish orgasmic delights minutes later.  Most of his love juice he deposited DEEP inside the girl’s sex, the rest he pulled out and spewed onto her cunt.
	“Fuckin’ bitch was tight!” exclaimed Paul—but that didn’t indicated whether he meant she was “tight” as in not getting much dick or she was tight in the colloquial sense of modern day teen speak.
	The teenager heaved as he lay on the still unconscious girl, her horse, Sabastian, made whinny noises nearby.  
	“Bet she sucks him off.” said dryly Paul staring at the horse as it peed. 	“Bet she does more than that!” giggled Darrel.
	Tabitha moaned and seemingly seemed to be “coming” around.  Paul sat up and seemed to be thinking thoughtfully.
	“My turn, motherfucker!” Darrel bitched and with his slightly dirty dong hard as a rock positioned himself onto the girl and shoved into her his fuckstick.

	Darrel had a more pronounced determination about him; Tabitha was coming around and Darrel’s eyes were locked onto her face.  The girl had lovely brown hair, brown eyes, and a doubtful “brown eye.”  Paul remained right behind his friend also watching up close and personal the penetration.  He spanked his friend’s ass, clutched his slapping balls then put himself up against the sweaty bucking ass trying to stab his prick into the clenching backdoor.
	It was sloppy going and without success.  Paul spanked his friend’s ass and soon—as Tabitha became more and more awake, Darrel rolled them onto their sides; then, smacking Tabitha’s ass and pulling a cheek, 
	“Dude, do her!”
	Paul giggled and dropped down into position schlepping his salami into the girl’s hole.  Both boys soon began serious double penetration just as Tabitha Lang became aware of it.
	“Get the fuck off me!” she screamed.
	“Shut up, bitch!” Darrel scoffed and slammed her head onto the ground consequently rendering her unconscious—again.  She still moaned but was no longer causing a fuss.
	Suddenly, Tabitha’s horse, Sabastian, came charging up, rearing up and in essence freaking out.  The great beast snorted and brought down his front feet onto Darrel’s head.  Paul leaped out of the way just in time but the massive equine turned in a flip and the rear hooves smacked the naked youth square in the chest sending him cartwheeling backwards.
	Sabastian made horrific noises and bucked this way and that; never once, though, smashing his hooves onto Tabitha.  Paul heaved and held his chest—somehow grabbed his friend whose face was basically smashed in.  Paul couldn’t speak, he couldn’t breath.  Slowly he dragged his friend away from the out of control horse thru the thick horsetails, pampas, and cattails.
	Sabastian finally settled down but shuddered all over—slinging his massive head he pawed up some mud and stuck his nose in it slowly settling the bee sting.  The stinging to his flanks would have to wait.
	Darrel never woke up.  Paul dragged him as far as he could until he realized he was knee deep in water and muck.  He tried re-dragging his unconscious friend back to more solid ground but he was heavier with the water weight.
	“Dude, you’re on your own.” Paul heaved holding his chest and scarcely being able to breath.  “I’ll come back with help.” And he let Darrel’s lifeless body go.  Paul turned making his way thru the reeds unable to find solid ground but more deeper water and hard to manage thru mud.
	“What the fuck?” he bitched.  He turned around and around and around—but all he saw were the cattails, reeds, horsetails, all around him.
	“God-fucking-damnit!” he bitched.  Shaking off dizziness he determinately sloughed his way in one direction until the water reached his waist—then he turned going in a diff direction where the water was not so deep but the mud was.
	Suddenly Paul found himself sunk up to his chest.  The more he wrestled the deeper he became—his feet felt as if there were weights attached pulling him down.  It seemed as if there was something entwining his legs and wrapping about his waist.  When he cried out for help—mud filled his mouth and pulled him down.

Out of the frying pan…
	The water was raging—a storm in the nearby mountains had flooded all the creeks, especially the main one making it a small river.  Great mounds of forest debris began piling up choking the main course of the new river causing the water to churn and rush all the more faster.
	That was not good news for the drenched tiring canine clinging tightly to the boulder in the middle of the river.  His strength was waning, he was chilled to the bone and he looked mournfully to his companion prancing nervously on the nearby shore.
	Magic pawed the ground, she was agitated and attempted several times to “jump” into the water but then backed up hoping for a new alternative.  There was no alternative.  Magic knew what she had to do but it was not one she thought was wise.  The water was unmistakably DEEP and rushing by swiftly, too.
	Suddenly Copper let go and went yelping under the churning water.
	There was no more time—Magic charged into the river finding the water very cold (and very deep.)  Panic consumed her firstly and she flailed about scrambling for footing.  A large chunk of debris dislodged itself from where it had been hung up and came smashing against the boulder Copper had just been at.  Magic finally found another submerged boulder and temporarily managed to hold herself there scrambling to get better footing.
	Far downstream she saw Copper bob up from the enraged water.
	“COPPER!” she cried out.  Sucking up her courage she let go the boulder and let the river take her down.  There was so much stuff in the river—all colliding with Magic’s legs and body.  There was no footing to be had—panic once more began to consume her.
	Copper was no where to be seen. 

	Suddenly, though, there he was—bobbing up and down tumbling upside down and every which way.  Magic paddled as best she could trying to push away the many pains swarming in her body.  The sheer coldness of the river was none too pleasing, either.
	The coursing raging water slammed her against a boulder very nearly driving the air out of her.  The sharp sting was overwhelming but at the last minute she grabbed a holt of Copper’s nape and with all her might she tossed him on shore where the otters, Kip and Pip were.  The two odd creatures dragged the waterlogged dog further onto shore while Magic got her breath.
	There was no sign of life from Copper.
	With all her might she shoved herself from the boulder but the coursing water slammed her and the current within pulled her down.  Over and over Magic went, sometimes even upside down!  This was most unbecoming of a horse!  
	Kip pounced on Copper jumping all over him; Pip chirped and did flips and twists smacking Copper’s nose.  “Me thinks he’s bong-bong!” Pip said sharply.
	“Thinks me you are right!” Kip concurred.
	Copper, though, begged to differ and coughed.  His sputtering startled the otters and they jumped back chattering in otter speak.  Copper barely moved and mostly sputtered followed by some whimpering.  “Magic.” he called.  But there was no Magic to hear him.

…into the fire
	Magic tumbled and tumbled, crashing into sunken logs and many boulder before finally grabbing a holt of a tree root jutting out into the creek.  The act itself nearly drowned her as she got tangled up and held under the coursing water for more minutes than she had to spare.  Shooting up to the surface she gasped for breath and was desperate with panic intensely overwhelming her.  
	For several minutes thereafter all Magic the Wonder Horse could do was hang onto the root.  The water was chilling her deeply numbing her.  Darkness filled her eyes and she felt her strength draining.
	“There’s nothing beyond the fence for you.” Both the cagy rooster and bull had warned her.  Nothing beyond the fence—Magic sighed, though the delectable sweet grasses in the meadow had been more than delicious, the oats and hay in her stall were more than suitable.

	A large heap of piled logs and other assorted forest crap charged towards the bedraggled Magic—she knew if it hit her she’d be done for.  With all her might she pushed away from the boulder charging frantically for the shore.
	“She’ll never make it!” chirped Pip.
	“Make it never she will!” concluded Kip.
	Neither otter, though, had met a horse quite like Magic.
	It took all of Magic’s strength (and a wee bit ‘o luck) to propel her to the shore.  Just to the shore, she had no strength, however, to pull herself onto the shore.  Copper seemed so lifeless, Magic didn’t know how she was going to be able to look the other barners in the eyes and tell them.  Her strength was slipping away—as was her clenching hold on the sandy shore.
	Suddenly, though, something bit her rump and she scurried wildly onto the shore in record time.  It was clumsy and not in the least graceful—but she was on shore.  Pip clambored onto the shore shaking the water from his fur.  Kip leaned from the near lifeless Copper and gave the “thumbs up” sign.  Pip flipped in the air and Magic recovered from the otter’s bite.

	“Copper?” Magic nuzzled the lifeless canine—he whimpered and made some snorting noise.  Other than that he remained quiet still.  Magic did note that Copper seemed to be shivering.  So was she.  It was then she noted that the sun that had been streaming thru the many trees had faded and was replaced by clouds.  A stiffer breeze came thru the forest making the air very chilly.
	“We’ve got to get warm.” Magic said to no in particular.  She nuzzled Copper but he wasn’t much for moving.  Magic knew that their troubles were not over—they had to get warm.  The otters had stayed a moment then began flipping and twisting all over the sand tossing the pincher creatures.  Magic wandered about unsure as to what to do—then a voracious noise brought her attention to the creek—it was encroaching upon the sand!
	“Copper!” said Magic nervously, “We’ve got to move!” grabbing her disheveled canine companion by the nape of his scruffy neck she dragged him to further into the washout not realizing there was no way out—or up to the forest floor and the creek was overflowing the banks flooding the washout.
	“We’ve got a problem.” Magic noted.  Nervously she pranced to and fro, prancing and pawing the sand becoming more and more upset as the water began to near her.  She had somehow managed to toss Copper out of the raging creek but she doubted that she could toss him up to the forest ten feet above her head.

	“This way!” shouted Kip coming up to her suddenly.
	Pip darted away and then seemingly shot up at a slant to appear at the forest floor above her.  “UP HERE!  UP HERE!” he cheered.
	With great apprehension the mare trotted behind Kip.  A small narrow trail ran up the side of the washout hill.  There was almost glee in the horse, now; but the problem was still the unconscious Copper.
	“Copper.  Copper?  Copper!”
	Magic nuzzled him, pushed him with her foot, then took him by the nape of his neck again and dragged him.  Negotiating up the narrow trail, though, wasn’t an easy task.  Normally, Magic seldom “backed up.”  It just wasn’t something she did or did many horses.  ‘I don’t have eyes in my rump!’ she often snorted.  And backing UP a hill was less enthusiastic.  But up the hill she dragged the near lifeless Copper until finally at the top.  Down below the overflowing creek’s water had completely inundated the sandy washout area.
	The air about the forest was chilling, there were heavy clouds in the usually turquoise sky.  Magic liked the rain—when she was in the shelter of her stall.  She liked the smell of rain, the rain splattering on the rails, the rain dancing on the roof—but all as she herself was in the warmth of her stall.
	“We’ve got to find shelter.” Magic said dismissing her own aches and body pains; she didn’t know the forest and suddenly realized—she didn’t know the way home, either.
	“Oh, Copper, what have we done.”
	Before her emotions overwhelmed her, though, she dragged the near motionless dog thru the forest to a huge tree where lightning had carved out a tremendous cave.  “this will have to do.” Magic said to herself.  Pushing Copper in first she nuzzled him then made way inside herself.  There wasn’t a lot of room and it wasn’t all that comfortable—but she made do and cuddled the whimpering canine.
	“I want to go home, Magic.” Copper said (at last.)
	Magic placed her head onto the nearly broken dog and shivered.  A light rain began to fall outside the tree-cave and home—home seemed to be so far away—somewhere.

Yep, humans are strange
	David Harper likes to walk and be with his boys, Tim and Sam.  Tim and Sam likes to rollerblade.  In their small town, rollerblading was somewhat frowned upon due to their using the sidewalks.  So to appease the business owners the rollerbladers sought other places to enjoy their sport.  

	The schools was one place but mostly limited to the parking lot after hours; behind the businesses was another place the kids enjoyed; a so-so cement walkway out thru Chester Fields was another spot.  David and his boys enjoyed the Chester Fields walkway as it was out of town and “out of sight.”  The cement walkway went out to the river (the dry one) and there was a sort of small (small) park there to enjoy a picnic or whatever.  Heavy on the “whatever.”
	One day when there were clouds o’erhead and the air was cool, ten year old Timmy and his nine year old brother, Sam, raced along the cement walkway with their Dad slowly making his way behind them.  All were well equipped with protection should they fall.  The boys were way skilled in rollerblading—their Dad was so-so.  
	Once the boys had gotten to the small (small) park and rode around and around the walkway encircling the picnic area their Daddy finally made it, too.  He took a rest break on a broken piece of concrete slab made to be a makeshift bench.  Two other men came up from their walking in the dry river and there was a chat with David.
	Must have been some chat ‘cause next thing happening was—
	Nine year old Sam pushed his green walking shorts (and undershorts) down to his ankles and laid across the lap of his Dad.  Then, brother Tim stood before him with his pants and underpants already shucked.  His little puddling was fondled by his Dad who tugged-tugged-tugged it until it was moderately hard (enough) to go into his brother’s mouth.
	While Sam sucked his brother’s cock his Dad caressed and lightly spanked him.  The two men, thirty-eight year old Garry Ballsum and Mike Shoum (also thirty-eight) blatantly masturbated.
	After a few minutes and Tim moved clumsily to his brother’s rear end and with Sam pulling his own butt cheeks apart the brother penetrated him.  It was then that Garry stepped around and after adjusting himself he put his cock into Sam’s young mouth.  
 	Daddy David smacked Tim’s ass, squeezed it, and smacked it some more; underneath Sam and David had his Daddy-cock out pressed against his son’s bear belly.  Garry pulled out to hump the sweet young boy’s face, then fuck his mouth some more while Tim pulled out to allow the other man, Mike, to take his turn.
	As the clouds above became one and the air temp dropped, David Harper lay on the uncut grass of the picnic area with completely naked son Sam on top of him.  The Daddy caressed his naked son, spanking and caressing the boy’s bum while his own cock went slowly invading into the boy’s hole.

	Beside them and young Tim was being reamed by the two men; Garry in the boy’s backdoor with Mike in the boy’s mouth cumming off.  Tim didn’t like the taste of the spew and choked on it.  Mike power fucked the boy’s mouth emptying his balls of cum before pulling out.
	Soon and everyone was naked; there was a slight cooling in the air, a slight mugginess, too.  Bugs and insects made their presence known but with a nice slathering of Bug-Me-Not products the naked group was fairly secure from being pestered by pests.
	On his knees with his bare bum up in the air, Garry admired Timmy’s ass with a delightful glee.  The boy’s “wares” dangled nicely and Garry took the time to admire the nicely tan ass before “mounting”.  Timmy grunted, clenched, clawed the ground but otherwise accepted being invaded.  He couldn’t call out too much, though—his mouth was filled with his Dad’s cock!
	Beside them, Mike was in all the way into Sam’s hole.
	Yep, no doubt—human’s were strange-strange-strange.
	Laying low in the grass watching the antics in the small-small park, Brianna and Boyd giggled to themselves.  They lay still—as still as possible in spite of the numerous pests pestering them, watching the naughty behavior of the men.
	“They do it all the time.” Boyd whispered to his girl.  Of that and Brianna had no doubt.  After the men (and boys) finished their business for the day, dressed, and left, Boyd and Brianna made their way to the park themselves.  There they had lunch as they had intended to do so before the others showed themselves.
	For moment and Brianna was quiet as she seemingly thoughtfully munched on her chicken salad sandwich.
	“You’re awfully quiet.” Boyd said at length.
	Brianna shrugged, “Sorry.”
	“Something wrong?” 
	Brianna shook her head, “Not really, it’s just--”
	“Just what?”
	“Well, the other night, when I came to your place, I heard your unlce and aunt yelling.”
	“Yeah,” Boyd said dejectedly munching his egg salad sandwich, “they do that a lot.”
	“Oh.” then, “What do they yell about?”
	“Oh, anything and everything; his drinking and gambling; her spending money they don’t got, and something (mostly) me.”
	Brianna stared at him, “Why you?”
	Boyd smiled with a mouthful of sandwich saying, “Well, I kinda make a lot of trouble.”
	Brianna smiled nodding—that she understood.
	Not so far away and there was another troublemaker making trouble—

	A light rain had begun to fall, echoes of thunder filled the air, and Magic the Wonder Horse was at last closing her eyes succumbing to a very needful sleep.  Her body was wrecked with aches and numerous pains, she shivered uncontrollably and longed deeply for the warmth and comfort of her stall.  She made a vow never-ever to venture from the fence again.
	Suddenly there was a commotion; a great darkness blocked the entrance of the lightning struck tree and a voracious voice filled the air overwhelming even the thunder.
	“GET OUT!  GET OUT!  GET OUT!”
	Magic was startled and trapped as she was in the tree’s dugout gouged her shoulders and kicked out somewhat freaking out so to speak.  A creature she had never seen before was blocking the entrance thrashing madly and frothing at the mouth.
	“GET OUT!  GET OUT!  GET OUT!” shouted the massive creature.
	Magic lashed out at the beast and receive a slash to her leg and flank as a result.  The unruly creature yelled at her in another language and was very frightening.
	All of a sudden, though, the great boisterous beast yelped in his own pain and flung himself about in a dizzying manner.  Kip and Pip! Were nipping at the bruin causing him to freak out his ownself.
	“You had better find another place!” said Kip.
	“Another place you had better find!” said Pip.
	Magic didn’t know where there was “another” place but it was a safe bet that it would be preferable to where they were.
	“This is Ozzy,” said Kip,
	“And he don’t like you in his cave.”
	“I didn’t know.” Magic once more grabbed Copper by the scruff and made herself scarce.

A scarcity of morals
	“Who’s that?”
	“Phil Janston.”
	A blue pickup in need of paint jostled off-road making towards the Bald Deer river.  Parts of the dry river was good for off-road vehicles; other parts not so much.  

 	The pickup had mismatch tires, small regular truck tires with one big fat commando tire on the left the rear and a regular mag wheel on the right.  The basic color was blue but there were patches of differing shades of blue all over.  It sounded tough, though; the engine was a massive beast and often was heard from far away ripping a cool one down one of the country lanes.
	Phil worked at the local oil processing plant—a small-small refinery just outside of town.  He wasn’t alone in the pickup, his youngest daughter was in the cab with him—Nellie Jane.  She was a nice girl, Brianna had met her, she was a year younger but already had a “lumpy” chest.
	After Phil brought the pickup fairly close to the edge of the river bank he stopped and made a security check.  The motorcycle riders were way down by the wooden dam that spanned the width of the river—it wasn’t much of a dam and didn’t do much in curbing the river when it was full, but it did enough to fill the reservoir some feet below the sand.  No one else seemed to be about so it was deemed safe.
	Safe?
	Firstly, Phil and Nellie hugged, caressed, then got down to business.  And that was Phil “whipping it out.”  He made no bones about whipping out his bone that was already hard.  All he did was unleash the beastly beast from his jeans and “there it was.”  Nellie giggled, blushed, and quickly went to work masterfully manipulating her Daddy’s dong.
	Nellie’s Daddy’s dong belong to a man who looked stern and seldom seen smiling and/or laughing.  But he was actually a congenially man who was good natured.  He did visit the local taverns and more than once was involved in a fist fight.  At work he wrestled large valves, pipes, and other oilfield related equipment.
	Nellie was a friendly girl who had two older siblings, a brother and older sister.  They were all church goers and heavily involved in their church.  The kids sang in the children’s choir, the parental units were involved in everything else.
	After a minute or so of “manipulating” her Daddy’s dong, the sweet girl who sang beautifully in the choir and was involved in puppetry, too; pressed her lips to the pulsing prong in her hands.  Nellie had gorgeous blond hair—which was odd ‘cause her Daddy’s hair was raven black, her sister and brother also had raven black hair and her Mommy—brownish red.
	Almost all the way down did Nellie go; her lovely hair cascading all over her face hiding the fact of what she was doing.  Daddy Phil caressed her shoulders—then her back and then down to her butt.  
	Nellie bobbed her pretty head up and down—up and down—up and down continuously until the end.  And she didn’t make a face, either.

	But there was more to cum!
	Phil reeled and reeled as his cum squirter shot load after load into his sweet daughter’s mouth.  As he calmed down some, his hands—yea his fingers, explored his sweet daughter’s ass.  She wore stripped jeans that were just to the knees.  Phil slipped his exploratory fingers down inside her pants feeling all around.  It gave thought to wonder—did he do anything of the like with the other Janston children?  Why all the sneakiness of being out by the river?
	Hmmm
	Nellie sat up, giggling and blushing (did she swallow?)
	Phil hugged her, she hugged him.  Then she undone her stripped britches and pushed them down.  Leaning back cockeyed in the seat she lifted her legs locking her hands behind her knees.  Daddy Phil smiled and took a moment to gander at his daughter’s crotch.  His cock that had just squirted (into said daughter’s mouth) began to restrengthen.  Smoothing his hand up and down the girl’s legs his cock got harder and harder and harder.
	White panties with a purple hem, a floral design all over, tantalized Daddy Phil—not too mention the girl’s wondrous crotch.  Nellie was all giggles and blush; she slowly eased the undergarment up her legs exposing herself completely.  Daddy Phil was ready to squirt again!
	Somehow he managed to hold off squirting and “went down” on his daughter, opening her legs and repositioning so as he could get into the deed he was doing.  Nellie giggled and blushed all the while.  Daddy Phil lapped and licked out his daughter’s cunt, engulfed the whole of the hairless cunt and tantalized the youngster until she began to squeal “Oh, yes!  Yes, Daddy, that feels GOOD!”
	Phil knew how to turn on his daughter—he squeezed her young ass and drove his tongue into her sex until she began to buck into his face—by then he himself was unable to hold back and pulling her down further onto the tattered blue vinyl bench seat he pressed his manly manhood against her delicate quim and made entry.
	“OH!  YES!  YES!  DADDY!” squealed the girl.  Her pretty eyes of blue fluttered, she shook and shuddered all over with her smallish nipples incredibly hard.  Phil eased into his daughter tensing up all over until he was in as far as he could go without hurting her.  Then he began to pump.
	A little pump here—a little pump there and Phil Janston was screwing!  A rhythm developed along with a dire determination.  A pullout now and then to hump the girl’s cunt then it was back in to fuck until the end.  Phil had a nominal average Daddy cock and at the end of his fucking he it was almost all the way in!

	It was quite an event—Phil humped and humped then entered into the phase of orgasmic pleasure that seemingly rocketed him into orbit.  
	“Holy fuck!” he blurted as his cock shuddered and began squirting a massive wad of Daddy cum into his daughter.
	“Ahmmm—you said a bad word!” jeered his sweet daughter.
	Phil paid her no mind and continued stretching his cock until the moment of pleasure faded.  Another shudder this time of relief and he pulled his pud out to rest it against Nellie’s cunt.
	“The was the best yet!” Nellie gigglingly exclaimed.
	“Yeah.” Phil breathed.  He heaved, sweated, and lay off to one side where at length Nellie crawled to be on top of him.  Phil’s legs stuck out the driver’s side window—his pants and underwear at his knees, his naked child on top of him and they were asleep.
	“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” smirked Boyd.
	“Shameful.” Added Brianna.
	“Taint nothin’, though,” scoffed Boyd, “come on, I’ll show ya.”

The woods
	Pines, cedars, misplaced oaks; boulders, boulders, boulders; gulleys, waterways, deep depressions.  Some areas of the woods were thick, other places were deep and dense.  Sometimes the sky was obliterated from view—other times and the sky just simply couldn’t be seen.  
	“I don’t know where we are.” wailed Magic.  And that was true; she didn’t even know where the river was.  She did know, though, that she was (hopefully) far away from that enraged bear.
	Copper had dried out some but he still shook and shivered.  Magic continued to limp but otherwise push away the pains ravaging her.
	“I want to go home.” Copper would say now and then.
	Magic did so, too.  Thing was, though, she had no idea WHERE home was.  There were new flowers and other forms of fauna unknown to the Wonder horse; small scurrying critters—some with pinchers but different than the ones at the creek; and other creatures who seemed were very skittish upon Magic and Copper’s presence.
	“Do you know the way to the Meadows?” Magic asked.  The lush meadow fields filled the young horse’s thoughts—part of the corral extended outward into the meadow where she freely roamed and had her fill.  The grasses on the other side of the fence were the same but somehow Magic had always thought that they were different.
	Come to find out—they were the same.

	The deep gulleys and waterways she avoided but by the evening type time she settled by a small one.  There were noises critters about, insects, bugs of this and that, and frogs.  None of them knew what she was talking about—
	“Meadows?  What’s a “meadows”?” was their answer.
	While Copper whimpered thru most the night—Magic lay awake curled about him.  For one—it was too noisy to sleep (nighttime in the woods was no place to sleep!)

*

	The area of the two rivers, the train trestle, the hills, the meadows, and the town itself was not entirely farm-like land.  Between the two rivers was a small patch of woods—sparse in the beginning but thick the rest of the way to the other side five miles further to where it emptied out into more vast meadow lands fraught with more swamp-like landscape than anything else.
	Boyd boasted of going all the way thru the woods to the swampy area and though his girl didn’t doubt him she didn’t think it wise and didn’t see herself traipsing off that far herself.  But then again she might!  Just a mile into the woods and there was a natural spring creek springing up from a large mass of boulders.  The creek, Alder Creek, fed into both rivers, with the creek going to Bald Deer River drying up and going underground two hundreds yards from said river.
	In and about the area of the beginnings of Alder Creek and there were some picnic tables and small hand constructed campfires.  Some hundred yards or so before making the area of Alder Creek the kids saw an old pickup.  Mid-fifties, faded peach color, half campershell on back, fishing poles on the side.  There was an ice chest out and a picnic basket on the table; an old fashioned lantern on a pole; a bag of quick start briquettes (the cheap easy way to start a campfire); and other assorted “camping” stuff suggesting camping in progress.
	There was no tent, though; why bother if you have a camper?  There was, though, a plastic blue tarp on the ground and an assortment of sleeping bags and extra covers.  The sleeping bags were unzipped and all opened to serve as a nice cushion because that was where John Quincy and his precious granddaughters, Brittany Anne and Samantha Jane were.
	Brittany Anne was a nice girl, she had just turned eleven—this Brianna knew for certain as she had just been to the girl’s birthday party.  Sam was barely nine years young.  John Quincy was in his sixties, he was the girls’ grandpa.

	And he was naked!	
	So was Brittany and Sam!
	Well, Sam still had a shirt on and her panties were at her ankles, but still—
	John was semi retired, he was a former Marine, Navy man, and motorcycle racer.  In town he a motorcycle repair shop but mostly worked on farm equipment and snowmobiles.  He was a nice man, well respected, and was a church deacon!  (of course he was!)
	Up against the naked Brittany he pounded himself against her, it was oh so obvious what he was doing.  His manly hands were clenched tightly against her ass hips and he was driving home the bone in quick urgency.  The girl’s face was grinded into the sleeping bag she was poised on; with one hand she fingered herself, the other pulled on her ass as she twisted and contorted oddly while being sodomized.
	Beside them and there was the mostly naked Samantha.  She was a cutey, blondish hair as opposed to her sister who had dark brown hair.  She lay poised like her sister, on her hands and knees, face down and ass up.  Her Grandpa caressed her ass, spanked and squeezed it until such a moment came where clamping his manly hands onto Brittany’s ass took precedence.
	Brittany let go her emotions as she wasn’t stymied by the presence of anyone else intruding or even possibly hearing her screams of ecstasy.  The woods weren’t known for hunting or even fishing.  John slammed his cock into his granddaughter’s asshole slamming hard to get the full enjoyment of his incestuous misdeed.
	Samantha sat up and peered closely to see the exact moment of her Grandpa’s enjoyment.  He slammed harder and harder until that final moment—then strained his cock unleashing a mighty torrent of cum in mere seconds.  Arching his back and gripping tighter on his granddaughter he made inaudible exclamations as the finalization was complete.	
	Falling back on his heels he watched along with Samantha his cum ooze out of Brittany’s fresh fucked hole.  Smoldering steam arose from her hole as slowly s-l-o-w-l-y it returned to its original puckered state.  John fondled his cock still uttering odd utterances finally laying out on the mass of sleeping bags panting and heaving away.  
	Brittany lay off to one side fingering herself, opening a leg up to “get after it”.  Sam watched them both then got up, kicked off her panties, pulled off her pinkish shirt that had a cuddly-wuddly fuzzy bear on it kissing a big heart saying “I’M KISSABLE!” and she was.  From the ice chest she got sodas for her self and sister, a beer for her Grandpa.

	Minutes later when John had sufficiently rested he pulled Samantha onto his chest.  After much tickling her he pulled her successfully onto his clean shaven face whereupon he began eating her out.  Sam giggled and wriggled on his face; John held her firmly and in essence fucked her with his tongue.
	Brittany got a washrag and from the faucet on the outside of the camper got it wet then washed off her Grandpa’s cock.  Then she began masturbating her Grandpa’s cock before going down on it and sucking it.
	More minutes ticked by before John’s schlong was hard (again).  Brittany seemed to take pleasure it sucking the cock, masturbating the cock, fondling the hairless testicle sac, and teasing the cock with her tongue dancing all about the sensitive crown.  It like totally enthralled her Grandpa.  So much so that he repositioned his youngest granddaughter.
	Perched on his throbbing hard revitalized cock Samantha wiggled and giggled while her sister guided into her delicate sex their Grandpa’s cock.  It wasn’t the first time.  John had been in Brittany’s sex, sometimes with his winkie wrapped and sometimes not.  As the girl got older he feared that even a wrapped organ wouldn’t be enough to prevent her from getting knocked up.  No worries, she had two other holes…
	With Samantha, though, she was still young enough to lessen the old man’s worries.  How many times previous he had been into the girl’s sex wasn’t known but at least once.  Each time he eased into her a little more.  Usually he was blowing off, though, before making much more penetration and often he settled for humping against her pussy and letting it be at that.
	John seemed to be in a daze, a euphoric one.  Samantha lay on her sweaty heaving Grandpa with most of his aged schlong in her quim.  The little girl danced on the hardened pole with her sister helping her move up and down.  
	Up and down.
	Up—and down.
	UP—and—DOWN.
	Samantha giggled and peed.
	John orgasmed and lay heaving in a heap.  Sam pulled herself up off her Grandpa; Brittany went right to the pulsing cum laden cock and sucked it off for completion.
	“Sad, aint it?” quipped Boyd almost disgustedly.  His cock was hard, and exposed with a bit of cum coating the tip.
	Brianna giggled and blushed, noted Boyd’s erection and gave him a look conveying “you dog.”

Out of the woods…
	Just as sleep was really taking on—
	BURRRP!
	But not from the more pleasant end.
	“OH!  Copper!”  the stench of the dog’s unpleasant end was most annoying—especially if one was trying to get some needful sleep!  Copper somewhat giggled—then drifted back to sleep.  Magic’s nostrils flared at the unpleasant sudden stench.  She ached and hurt all over—the ravages of her experience in the water still frightened her.
	There had been a bit of rain, some boisterous thunder, and other assorted noises she couldn’t identify.  Home seemed so far away.  Fresh oats, a new bale of scattered hay, a good brushing, a warm blanket, and the constant banter of the barnyard crew.  Even Copper’s barking and ever presence presence annoying her would be welcome.
	Somehow or another, Magic managed to get a little sleep in before Copper began stirring—and soiling the air again.  Magic had had enough and wrestled herself to a standing position.  The woods were creepy—there was just something about them that made the mare uneasy.  
	“I don’t think I like it here, Copper.” Magic said factly.
	“What’s not to like?” said a new voice.
	Shuddering and shaking herself, Magic saw another strange creature, a four footed bugger with the color of her barn as a coat.  A long squirrelly tail and a long muzzle not unlike Copper’s but more slender.
	“I’m sorry, I was just missing my home—we’re new here and very desperately would like to be home.”
	“Hmm, I thought you two looked strange; I must say, I’ve never seen the likes of you here before.”
	“Nor have I, you.”
	“My name’s Trixie, I’m of the vulpine variety.”
	Magic bowed, she had no idea what a “vulpine” was.
	“I am called “Magic”, this is my companion, Copper.”
	“Quite an odd pair, I mean, of differing species.”
	Magic knew they were an odd pair but took some umbrage just the same.
	“I meant no offense.” stated Trixie.
	Magic gathered herself, “None taken.  We’re just lost and wanting to go home is all.”
	“I understand.” Then, “You don’t know where you live?”
	“Yes, I know where I live—I-I just don’t know how to get there.”

	“Hmmm, tell me about this home you don’t know how to get to.”
	So Magic proceeded to explain.  Copper slowly came around but he still wasn’t quite himself.  
	“Hmmm,” mused Trixie, “I might know just where you live.”
	“You do!?” exclaimed an elated Magic.
	“Yes, yes I’m sure of it.”
	Magic was overjoyed (and then some.)
	With Trixie leading the way, Magic and a limping Copper followed.

New friends
	“What’s he doing?”
	“Just wait,” giggled Boyd, “you’ll see.”
	It was evening type time, kinda warm out—pesky bugs of every imaginable kind were out in force; the air was warm AND sticky; and Angus “Fat Boy” Talburt was doing something in his backyard.  In his backyard that was in need of a mowing, or possibly a burning and starting over, there was a hole dug making a pit in the yard; in the pit contained a witch’s cauldron.  The huge cast iron pot was gurgling, bubbling, and would make any Shakespearean enthusiast proud.
	Then there was Angus.  His nickname was earned, he was a “little” over weight—mainly due to the numerous snacks he consumed on a daily basis.  He was a likeable boy, though; friendly and helpful.  He knew a lot about historical battles, the Romans and Germans mostly.  Nothing about Science, English, Literature, and so on.
	Angus’ Dad was an asshole.  He knew it and was proud to state it to anyone who didn’t know.  Where Angus’ Mom was no one knew—or wasn’t telling.  Some said she left shortly after the birth of the enormous son.  Some said this—some said that; no one knew for sure.
	What WAS sure, though, was—Angus and his Dad didn’t get along.
	There was often lots of yelling from the Talburt household, sometimes Angus didn’t show for school for a few days, and when he did—well, he didn’t look well and often limped.  The excuse was, of course, a medical malady due to the hard birth.  Most everyone in town knew differently, though.
	There was no faded yellow pickup in the drive so Angus’ Dad was still at Kelsy’s Bar, Joanna’s Tavern, Hobo’s Feed & Tack, Barley’s Potato Shed & Processing, or quite possibly at that particular peculiar house just outside of town…

	Angus came out of the house and after walking around the pit a few times paused.  In the cast iron pot was a heaping helping of some fantastic chili.  The best in the land.  It had incredible potent ingredients; imported chilis he got from visiting truckers who came to pick up potatoes at the local potato shed; other ingredients were no less potent but of the “spice” variety.
	“The key,” the boastful man often said, “is time.”  Letting the pot simmer the mixed ingredients was the key.  Some beer and whiskey added at the end was a nice kick, too.
	Angus had his own ingredient to add.
	Brianna was awed, mystified, then stunned when the pudgy boy pulled off his pants and underwear, straddled the open pot and relieved himself.  The previous day he had consumed no less than three green chili burritos; four supreme tacos; and five count ‘em FIVE supreme tamales.  A diet soda followed those meals; along with spicy hot snack chips, and deep fried Twinkies.
	From the current day the boy had held off unloading his bowels and filled his belly with a chili cheese jalapeno burger, a green chili burrito wrap, and so on.  Somehow he survived and managed to “pinch it off” and hold off going to the bathroom until the critical moment.
	When the boy was sweating spices from every pore in his body, he was stumbling, going blind, unable to hear, and cramping—the time had come to “unload.”
	From where Brianna and Boyd lay hiding watching secretly they heard the mighty “whoosh” of unloading in progress.  Angus grunted as he emptied his bowels—that was followed up by power squeezing eliminating every bit of intestinal logs there was.  The cause was helped out by the consumption of a bowel cleanser used just prior to some abdominal related surgery.
	When done—and there were three encores, the boy stood and urinated into the foul pot, taking the great wooden spoon his abusive Daddy used to stir the concoction and stirred the concoction mixing in the “new” ingredients well.  It wouldn’t be until the following day that the potent chili would be taken to his buddies at the potato shed for some whoop-de-doo shindig.
	After another “encore” the boy dumped a full bottle of tequila into the pot, stirred-stirred-stirred then happily made himself scarce.  Brianna and Boyd met up with him minutes later and the three, with another friend made for the trestle, Dark Thunder was due to arrive and Brianna wanted to wave to the engineer.

	 The stifling heat was a bugger and more than once on their trek to the trestle did Brianna think of the secret pond.  It would be SOOOO refreshing right now.  A bit of a hike AND it wouldn’t be a secret anymore.  It was something that she and Boyd shared and it just really wouldn’t do to share it with anyone else.
	But it was worth thinking about.
	Angus and Boyd chatted; about baseball, the dorks and geeks of their town, the upcoming 4rth of July crap-o-rama, shit like that.  They walked a little bit ahead of Brianna and Autumn.  Autumn was a quiet girl, she didn’t have a good home life, either.  She walked silently, arms sometimes folded, sometimes jammed into her pockets.  
	Once at close proximity of the trestle and did Boyd scamper up the dirt embankment making for the bridge and one of the step-out boxes.  The ground was already trembling at the presence of the oncoming behemoth.
	“Is he crazy?” asked Autumn.
	“Yeah.” Brianna shrugged.
	Angus giggled and stood watching almost wishing he had the courage to join; but the hill was a bit of a climb, it was hot, and Angus didn’t want to do it.
	Dark Thunder came rolling closer.
	Rivers of sweat poured down Brianna’s face and down the back of her neck.  She couldn’t wait until the Fall when it was reportedly supposed to be much-much cooler.  In the Winter there was even snow!
	Dark Thunder rolled closer.
	On the bridge, Boyd was pissing on the rails.
	Autumn was awed that the boy was up there, she shielded her eyes wincing her pretty blue eyes sometimes having to shut them tight to help with the glare and sheer heat of the Summer sun.
	Dark Thunder made its presence screaming darkly into the day shaking the very air around it.
	“SON-OF-A-BITCH!” exclaimed Angus.
	Despite the few times Brianna had been down under the bridge at the time of the massive iron beast roaring overhead—it was still frightening.
	“He’s crazy!” declared Autumn.
	“Yep.”
	After the massive behemoth had passed Boyd returned to them all a-glee.  “That was fuckin’ AWESOME!”
	Angus was in agreement and the two boys yapped about how awesome it had been.  The girls shook their heads and went on with their trek.

	Under the bridge there was, at least, some shade.  It still was hot, though.  Damn hot.  Autumn placed her head between her upraised knees; Brianna sat nearby contemplating.  The boys were at the edge of the dirt hill berm tossing rocks and clods into the sand seeing how far they could throw, still talking about Dark Thunder and the other trains that roared overhead.
	“Let’s go into the woods,” Brianna said at length, “it might be cooler.”
	The boys were game and quickly leaped off the berm to the sandy river—a leap all of five feet or so.  The girls walked along the dirt hill until it leveled out with the sandy river and then sloughed their way across to the other side where there was a trail leading into the hills and woods.

(out of the woods) …into the meadow
	It seemed longer to get out than it had to get in—
	Following Trixie, Magic and a hobbling Copper wandered all about so it seemed—negotiating streams and gullies and topping small hills, around large boulders, and on and on.  Magic continued to supply the helpful vulpine with all the wonders of the barnyard life.
	“Must be noisy there,” Trixie said, “with all those geese and cackling hens.”
	“Oh, them,” Magic laughed, “they do go on so.  I don’t pay them much attention anymore.”
	“Hmmm.” mused the reddish fox.   She seemed to pick up a little more speed as she trotted leading the horse and dog thru the woods.  Her long bushy tail flipped and twitched and a time or two with her head up high, she closed her eyes and seemed to be experiencing something close to an orgasm!  
	“Wait up!” Magic called.  Copper was having difficulties with his limping.  Magic wasn’t so good in the “keeping up” either.
	“We can rest here,” Trixie said sitting down wrapping that gorgeous tail about her, “it’s still a bit of a ways to go—but we’re close!”
	Copper basically fell down where he was.  Copper stood by him, he didn’t look good and if it was too much further back to the barn—Magic didn’t know how she was going to get him there.
	“Soooo, these chickens,” mused Trixie, “are there a lot of them?”
	“What?  Chickens?  Oh, my—yes, too many if you ask me.”
	If foxes could smile—then Trixie Vulpine was smiling and smiling big.  She shuddered and was seemingly drooling, too!  “I’ve got to get you home!”

A little diversion never hurt anyone
	Oh it was hot!  Even the shade of the woods didn’t help—it was a mediocre cooler but not much.  The exertion of climbing two hundred feet up one hill the precariously picking their way deeper into the woods navigating around large to humungous boulders had a little to do with all that sweating (perspiring if you’re a girl) the group did.
	Finally, though, they reached the secret pool.
	Brianna was pretty sure that Autumn would keep the secret pool just that—a secret.  She wasn’t sure if Angus would—she hoped he would; it’d be a shame if they came to the pond and ten others were there, too.  Anyways, Boyd didn’t seem too bothered about the inclusion of Autumn and Angus, but then again—Boyd was sometimes hard to read.
	Angus’ eyes were all wide when he saw the pristine pond,
	“Whoa!  Shit!  Baby!” were his words.  Then he wasted no time in stripping down to his underwear and jumping in.  Brianna giggled, Autumn blushed and looked away.  Boyd held off a moment but then was stripping to his skin and barrel diving in.  Autumn caught him as he made the jump from the lip of the pond into the middle—butt bare assed naked.  Her mouth hung open a little—she side checked Brianna (who was also undressing down to her skin.)
	‘Whoa!  Shit!’ was on Autumn’s lips.  She tugged inward her bottom lip; she stood a little taller than most girls in her age group; lovely long brown hair; small features—small breasts.  A very quiet girl, she dressed well, spoke well with no discernible accent.  A “B” student in school with a mind towards Science/Biology.
	“You coming?” Brianna asked as she treaded water al la nakedly.
	“Not even hot yet!” smirked Boyd making a sexual remark that got him a cold hard stare from his girl.  The boy dunked himself under the pristine water, gawked at Brianna’s nakedness then dove to the bottom of the pool.
	Autumn held off a moment, then sighed and kicked off her shoes, sat down on a small rock and contemplated the rest.  Brianna gave her a look, “come on—you might as well” but Autumn held fast subtly shaking her head.  Brianna shook her head not so subtly then back flipped and dove down to the bottom of the pool, too.
	For a long while—while the other three flipped and twisted about in the refreshing pool, Autumn Jizum sat with just her bare feet in the water.  She was in deep thought.  Brianna finally pulled herself up onto the shore beside her,

	“Well, if you’re not gonna come in, I-I guess we’ll go home.”
	Autumn didn’t like that and looked mournful, “Don’t go because of me.” she almost wailed.
	“Well, we’re the only ones having fun.” Brianna stated.
	Autumn sighed and looked to the boys frolicking.  Angus had long since tossed his underwear onto the shore (seeings as how Boyd and Brianna were in their skin.)  
	“I’ll walk back with you.” Brianna offered.
	“I-I thought we—I mean, you—I mean, I-I thought we were going to camp out tonight or something.”
	The kids had their clearances, well, Brianna, Boyd, and Angus’ non-caring beered up Dad.  Out in the country it was more common for young peoples to be out on their own—even in the midst of Electronic Mind Altering Devices, a surge of perverts, and people who just like to do bad things to other people.  Usually one nighters were the in-thing; watching the stars, being kids in the country and so forth.
	“It’s ok,” Brianna cooed, “I’ll walk you home and come back--”
	Autumn opened her mouth, shook her head, and looked more aghast than ever, “Please, don’t do that on account of me.”
	“It’s ok,” smiled Brianna, “it’s no bother.” she sat on her butt, knees up, arms about the knees, head crooked looking at her embarrassed friend.
	The boys splashed about, making farting sounds with their armpits, spitting water at each other—
	“That’s the world spitting at you!” chortled Angus.
	“This is the world spitting back!”
	“I hope you don’t mind,” spurted Brianna from the shore, “but I just peed in there!” 
	The boys made gagging sounds and sunk themselves, Autumn giggled and was all a blush.  She stared longingly into the upset water; then sighed,
	“It’s a long walk back.”
	“Yep.”
	Autumn sighed again, licked her lips thoughtfully, thought some more then said, “Oh, what the hell.” And pulled off her top.

Into the meadow
	Familiar scents greeted Magic the Wandering Wonder horse; she trotted just a little fast with glee thrilling her bruised and battered body.  The words of the fussy owl she had met some time after meeting Trixie Vulpine rang listlessly in her mind:  “Do not put your trust into that creature.”

	“So do you know where my meadow and farm is?”
	The fussy old owl ruffled his feathers, shook his head, “I’m sorry, but I do not leave the sanctity of these woods—it is my home.”
	Magic huffed, “And I want to go to mine!”
	“Then you should not have left!” retorted the owl and he flew off.
	Magic closed her eyes—the truth hurt, she should not have left.  But she did and she was going to do whatever it took to get back!  And that included siding up with a wily forest creature with a bushy tail!
	After a bit of a break and Magic nuzzling Copper’s rump to get him moving the group made way out of the woods and into a great forever meadow.  For as far as their eyes could see there was meadow.  Magic, who stood taller than her companions, saw only belly high swaying grasses.  There were no structures anywhere to be seen.
	Trixie stretched, yawned, then patted the ground sniffing the sullen air with her long muzzle.  There was a myriad of smells to be had, too; stinky scents mixed in with something foul along with the overpowering scent of herb geraniums.  
	“May I mount you?” asked politely Trixie.
	Magic cocked her head, “I beg your pardon?”
	“There is a considerable vantage point to being tall.”
	Magic didn’t get it.
	“I would like to get up on your back—so as I may see the surroundings.”
	“Oh.  Oh!  Of course, but of course!” she bowed somewhat and bright forest creature who had the shade color of Magic’s barn leaped up onto her back.  Once more she stuck her nose into the listless air.
	“Hmmm.” she said at length sitting down.
	“Something wrong?  What’s the matter?”
	“I’m sorry, but it’s been a long time since I’ve been to the meadows.”
	Magic’s heart sunk, this was not good.

*

and now for something completely different
	No doubt—the water WAS nice.  So refreshing!  A little scary with the pond also being kinda “deep.”  But staying close to the sides and Autumn Jizum was ok.  And she was nude, too.  On the bank she had slipped off her top and then her britches—then eased into the chilling (but refreshing!) water before sliding off her underwear.  The girl still wasn’t totally at ease but at least she was in the water.

	After a time and Boyd made a sneak attack on his girl, goosing her essentially with his hands right to her hips.  Naturally she shrieked and dove away from him; Boyd gave chase and once “capturing” her underwater he pinned her and embraced her.  It was a little difficult to manage stay puttedness but latching onto the pond’s interior of submerged logs and nooks and crevices on the sides the two kept together and engaged in sex.
	Autumn stared—and stared—and stared.
	“They’re like rabbits.” commented Angus.  
	Autumn had nothing to say, she had herself up against the side of the pond and barely ventured any further and was somewhat embarrassed if the boys should see her naked—especially her girl parts.  Boyd had snuck in a few choice secret looks whilst he was underwater.  The view was pretty good but she moved her legs too much for him to see her goodie box.  But what he managed to see got him a hard-on.
	Angus had done likewise and viewed both girls; he had, of course, seen Boyd and Brianna going at it—“like rabbits.”
	“Going at like rabbits” underwater wasn’t easy and both finally had to scramble up to the surface gasping and sputtering—but giggling and laughing, too.  Brianna crawled up onto the bank; still coughing she went with her head down on the clover patch—ass up.
	Boyd stared, giggled, and masturbated underwater.
	Angus was too (but a little further away.)
	Autumn was in total awe if not disbelief.
	Boyd eased out of the water right close to where the timid naked Autumn was.  Her pretty eyes of Azure blue went from Brianna’s ass to Boyd’s cock.  It was amazingly hard—whether or not the girl had seen naked boys or not was not clear.  If so, they were not so up close and personal and/or much younger.
	Right up against her did Boyd Aryndon go.  From under the water Autumn was pretty what they were doing—but the distortion factor made absoluteness a little iffy.  Their bodies had been together but as for actually having sex she was not sure—if Angus would have stopped making so much water waves while he treaded water out in the middle she could have seen absolutely thru the pristine pond’s water.
	On the shore, though, there WAS absoluteness in what the two “rabbits” were doing.  What confused young Autumn, though, was—how?  She clenched up and watched curiously—her embarrassment level increasing but her curiosity level overwhelming.  She saw Boyd’s cock but his body blocked the exactness of “where” he was putting it.

	Brianna had a hand up between her legs and was apparently fingering herself.  Autumn tried to peer closer—but caught herself and reared back.  She just wasn’t sure—and found herself fingering herself!  That was embarrassing—her nipples were hard (but of course, the cold water could be responsible for that.  
	Boyd checked Autumn, smiled and surreptitiously repositioned himself and Brianna allowing the bedazzled girl in the water to see his ass,m his swing balls, and possibly clue her in on what hole he was slamming.
	The look on Autumn’s face, however, told him that she STILL didn’t know—exactly.  A pat to Brianna’s hip and the girl rolled over—Boyd managed to keep his dick in her and with Brianna pulling her legs back enabling the “angle on the dangle” it was then VERY clear to all who stared in utter amazement and awe what “hole” Boyd Aryndon was fucking.
	Brianna locked her heels onto Boyd’s shoulders then locked her hands to her boy’s arms and endured getting butt fucked.  In the pond, Autumn Jizum stood with her mouth open wide and fingers working her young barely hairy cunny into a frenzy.  Across the small pond and young Angus fingered his cock.  Slowly—and very s-l-o-w-l-y did Angus sink beneath the surface and stealthily sneak his way to where Autumn stood on a protruding rock.
	The “view” was fantastic!
	Autumn Jizum had a fantastic ass—and Angus Talburt oughta know, he was an ass man.  The pristine water did help on the viewing; the girl’s ass was nicely shapped—the curve just right for hand cupping.  Lily white, too.  She seemed to be “busy” on the other side and Angus longed to see her in action fingering herself.
	On shore and the two rabbits had completed their lovemaking and lay on their backs snuggling.  Cum oozed from Boyd’s schlong—it was still semi hard and lay diminishingly off to one side while cum oozed out of Brianna’s asshole.  The girl rolled onto her side snuggling up against her pre-teen lover and began toying with his nipples.

back to the barn (thru the meadow, first)
	While Trixie rode atop of Magic, Copper began his usual exploring haphazardly the area surrounding them.  He still limped and his tail didn’t wag excessively but he was leaping and bounding this way and that—that was a good sign.

	In the interior of the woods it had been a little warm but not as warm as trudging thru the thick meadow.  The ground was for the most part solid but there, too, were soft spots and then ankle deep mush making the trio find more suitable footing.  It was a tiring process—a dizzying one, too.
	The sun had come to its full apex, Magic began to wonder if she would see her home again when Trixie clenched her claws into her backside.
	“Hey, watch it!”
	“Sorry, dear,” said Trixie, “but I see something that is not grass or trees.”
	In the distant were structures, man structures.  Magic got a little more pep in her steps and began to trot.  The mushy meadow, though, was problematic causing many new attempts to at length where Magic had to risk going thru a section of meadow whereas the pinto pony sunk up to her knees.
	“Why don’t you go around instead of making all this noise!” croaked a very large toad.  His animal speak was difficult to understand, the accent and dialect were atrocious but Magic understood it and retuned with the fact that she was “making for home.”
	“You’ll never get there this way!” replied the toad.
	Magic shuddered, closed her eyes and felt the teaming insects crawling all over her—the distasteful meadow water was up to her belly.  Nearby and Copper was splashing about barking his fool head off calling out, “Hey!  Magic!  Hey!  Magic, come look at this!”
	“If you want to go home, you must go back and come in again.”
	That was disheartening to say the least.

	After hours of retracing their steps the trio followed a small trail up into a great hill always keeping the great meadow in sight as they made way thru the wooded hill.  Finding a gulley the group made their way once more back into the meadow.
	“Do you still see home?” Magic asked hopefully.
	“I’m sorry, dear, I do not.”
	Undaunted, the pinto kept her head up and listlessly followed a trail that meandered thru the meadow.
	As they went,
	“Soooo, what other beings live at your barn?” the wily Trixie asked.
	Magic proceeded to explain about Burt the Rooster, the bull, the pigs, and all the other barnyard creatures.  Trixie was amused—she was only interested in the chickens and geese.

	Coming to a barbed fence was hopeful, a wider trial increased that hope.  Trixie saw the structures again increasing their momentum.  In among the many smells lingering listlessly on the heavily leaden warm air of the meadow there, too, were other smells most associated with barn life.
	The great squeaky windmill came into view—Trixie bounded off of Magic’s backside, Copper darted in and out of the meadow crossing underneath Magic’s belly back and forth—back and forth—back and forth.
	So much with glee was she that Magic whinnied like a young foal.  The fence came to be, the scents of the barn filled her, she heard the various cackling of the various barnyard crew causing the wandering wonder pony to rear up and then buck.  She followed the fence all the way around to the gate—that was shut.
	Copper barked and stood under Magic for a moment panting relentlessly.  The shut gate was discouraging to say the least; Magic nuzzles the latch but couldn’t undo it.
	“Oh, Copper!” she wailed.
	Copper began to bark—and bark—place his paws on the fence and bark-bark-bark.
	“There you two are!” quipped Gail the naughty human.  She went on to chastise the two wanders, opened the gate and let them in.  Copper was off in a flash—going straight to Burt the Rooster to tell him all of their exploits.  Magic was led by Gail into the barn and to her stall where for the next two hours there was much brushing, petting, hoof cleaning, and fresh delicious oats.
	Burt the Rooster was right, there WAS nothing beyond the fence.

	As evening type time came to be and the goings on of the barnyard began to settle, Magic stood relishing in the pure joy of home.  Fresh hay, a good cleaning, cooing and still chastising from Gail, fresh oats—there was nothing better.  Nothing.  
	“Hey!  Magic!  Hey!  Magic!”
	Magic moaned—closed her big brown eyes and sighed deeply.
	“Yes, Copper.”
	“Thanks.”
	Magic cocked her head, “I beg pardon?”
	“Coming in after me.” Copper nuzzled the latch to the stall; it wasn’t locked, and came in sitting down in front of his companion.
	“Thanks.” Copper said again.

	Magic was taken aback, she let go the fact that the silly dog couldn’t swim and nuzzled the pesky companion.  Copper nuzzled back then curled up in the fresh hay (after making the customary three turns) and went promptly to sleep.
	After a few minutes,
	“You’re welcome.” From Magic.
	Copper farted.

*

a never ending tale never ending
	“…so he said, “You two fuckers stay right there!” but as soon as the old fart was out of sight—me and Harley were hauling ass!”
	“Did the Sheriff ever come after you?”
	“Naw, we’ve stayed clear of Boone County for awhile, he don’t know us.”
	“Did you get off with any of the watermelons?”
	“Hell ya!” snickered Angus, “I had three and ole Harley had four!”
	“Dang,” said Autumn, “you guys were lucky.”
	“Shoot, that nuthin’, Gabole’s farm was only one place we hit; me and Harley been all over Boone, Chester, and Gilmore, too.”
	“What do you guys steal?”
	“Whatever we see, melons mostly; got off with a big ole peach pie some old lady had just put on the sill--”
	“Tell ‘em ‘bout that time you and Harley let out Gabole’s pigs!”
	“Oh, yeah!” Angus giggled and slapped his knee as he fondly recalled releasing several porkers at Gabole’s Farm letting them out into his prized cornfield.  The girls, mostly Autumn, were amused and awed at Angus’ antics.
	The campfire was nice and did manage to keep the night air’s chills at bay.  Wieners on a stick, corn-on-the-cob, mini weenies in sauce in a mini can, and ice cold sodas (ice cold not from an ice packed ice chest but from the nearby ice cold stream near their camp) was a welcomed treat, along with the popcorn, moonpies, and chips.
	“You guys sound like you have a lot of adventures.” piped Ashley.
	“Yeah, I suppose.”
	“Where’s Harley now?” Boyd asked already knowing.
	“Stanis County Juvey.”
	“Whoa.” Said Brianna.  She had heard about that place, hard labor for the young boys who were deemed societal miscreants.
	“What happened?” asked Autumn.
	“Got caught.” snickered Angus.
	“Doing what?  Got caught doing what?”
	“Five-Finger Discount at Worthingtons in Chester County.”
	“What’s a Five-Finger Discount?” Autumn the Naïve asked.
	Ashley leaned over and whispered into her ear explaining.
	The campfire popped, Boyd slurped his soda, Angus farted.

	“Was he a vampire?”
	“Aw, hell no, just a whacked out space cadet from Planet Nine!”
	Boyd giggled, “Yeah, Dorknose liked girls’ panties and just jumped the fences grabbing them from the washlines as fast as he could--”
	“Fat assed Deputy Dirk right on his tail hollerin’ “I’ma gonna get your ass, Harley David!”
	“It was a sight to see!” Angus giggled.
	“Your town seems to have a lot of weird stuff going on.”
	“Shit,” Boyd snorted, “that aint nothin’, we’ve got weirdos galore--”
	“Yeah, vampires aint nothin’, we got warewolves, toad frogs big as Boon Hayward’s combine, and ghosts.”
	“Ghosts?” asked Autumn.
	“There’s no such thing as “ghosts.”” added Brianna.
	The boys looked to one another smiling.
	“I’ll take you down to the county graveyard and you can see for yourself.”
	There was no way—no way in Hell either Autumn or Brianna was stepping foot anywhere near the county graveyard or any other “graveyard.”  No way.
	“Have YOU seen a ghost?” Brianna asked of Boyd.
	“Naw, not really, just heard a bunch of stuff about a traveling ghost.”
	“A “traveling ghost?”  What’s that all about?”
	“Well, a traveling ghost is one who--”
	“Travels!” giggled Angus.
	“Yeah, he (or she) travels about the land--”
	“Oh, a listless ghost, trapped here on Earth for some reason or another, cant get into Heaven and Hell don’t want him so he’s condemned to roam the Earth until a decision is made.”
	“Well, sort of, I guess,” said Boyd, “but there’s more to it than that.”
	“Yeah, this ghost invades peoples bodies and their minds.”
	“Bullshit!” quipped emphatically Brianna.
	“No, I don’t think he got into any bulls, but he got into Kevin D’lonra.”
	“Who’s he?” asked Brianna.
	Angus smiled, farted, and tolt the tale of Kevin D’lonra and the Entity of Jonas Creek Middle School.

	But first!
	“You oughta tell first,” Boyd butted in, “about the first time the Entity came.”
	“Oh yeah, was that the Motorns or the Banders?”
	“The Banders first, I think,” Boyd said, “although it probably doesn’t matter.”
	“What’s an “entity”.” Autumn had to ask.
	“Well, it can be a government or an organization,--”
	“But in this case, it’s a ghost.”
	Brianna shook her head, ‘no such thing as ghosts.’”
	Autumn, however, was all ears.

	Darry Bander stood stark naked in the living room of his home; before him stood his sister, Daisy, also naked.  Her clothes were at her ankles, her poon had a nice patch of pubes, neatly trimmed.  Off to one side was another girl, she was no more than eight—butt bare assed naked, too.
	Also naked was the kids’ Mom, she stood against a wall trembling, shuddering, tensing up greatly as she was horrified to the point of fright and pissed offedness at the offense to her family by an unknown force.
	Darry struggled against the Invader—but the more he did the more his mind clogged and became infused with tremendous discomfort—a massive headache that was only relieved by submission.  
	‘go up against her.’ A voice said in his mind.  It was a man voice, it sounded like one of those old geezer on some freaky black and white creepy show.  It was “dark” and “foreboding”—among other things.  The Voice, too, was demanding.
	Stepping out of his clothes, Darry stepped up to his sister, Daisy.  The fourteen year old boy had a bit of a hard-on—it couldn’t be helped; he was a boy, a teenager, and seeing his sister naked was a magic turn-on.  He tried not to stare at his naked little sister and less stare at his naked Mom.
	Right up against Daisy did Darry press himself.  Then he heard the Voice again but this time it was like an echo and to wit he guessed he himself was not being talked to but his sister was.  
	Suddenly Daisy, with wide eyes and a face of pure shock and horror, reached out and took holt of her brother’s cock.  Said cock had been semi hard up until that moment.  On his sister’s grasp it rocketed to full strength.
	Instructions came to Darry, ‘rub her ass’, ‘finger her pussy’, ‘fondle her breasts.’  Darry complied giving in rather than submitting to the mind blast.  Daisy seemed to be more giving, too—she herself had been dealt the horrendous headaches and blinding light.  
	Then she was on her knees addressing her brother’s cock.
	It wasn’t her first time.
	Under dire duress it was told aloud that Darry and Daisy had a sexual relationship and had had one since they were young.  Not all the time, and less time since the both of them had other outlets for their sexual crave.  But due to the simple fact that they were brother and sister and NOT supposed to have a sexual relationship the act of submission made the sex all the more delightful.
	Little Danielle stood stark naked with her mouth opened in awe—eyes were opened even wider.  She watched in utter astonishment as sister Daisy sucked off on brother Darry.
	“I’m gonna cum!” Darry exclaimed.  And he was right—as soon as he made the announcement he did.  A huge spurt squirted into Daisy’s mouth.  Funny thing was, though, the girl kept sucking until he was empty and she was full.
	‘against her face,’ said the Voice, ‘put it against her face!’
	Encouraged and temporarily forgetting his naked Mom and little sister were present, Darry James Bander skull fucked his sister’s face.  It was almost as sensational as fucking her mouth!  The boy shuddered as he humped his sister’s face; the girl automatically suckled on his fuzzy nads (without having to be told to do so!)
	Then, right on the family sofa—Daisy Larriane positioned herself on the middle cushion—ass at the very edge, shoulders back, legs out and wide.  Darry firstly went down on her, licking her well trimmed cunt (as he had done so a few times so far in their brotherly/sister relationship.)  After a few minutes and his teenage cock was once more ready for blast off.
	Daisy had her driver’s license, she was sixteen and her Mom had just gotten for her her first ride, a small foreign car that was just right.  Daisy was pretty, almost cheerleader pretty but without the stuck up mentality.  She had short brown hair, brown eyes, and a well rounded face.  Butt naked and she was all the prettier with smallish breasts but sizable enough to still be adored by teenage boys everywhere.
	Darry tongued and tongued his sister’s snatch finally moving up…

	“Whoa,” interrupted Autumn, “what happened then?”
	The campfire crackled and popped, Angus told the tale of the Bander Family, Autumn listened intently only mildly aware that her companions, Rabbit Boy Boyd and Rabbit Girl Brianna were making out.
	Angus sat across from Autumn methodically massaging his organ inside his dry black jeans.  Autumn, too, methodically fingered herself thru her own jeans.  Brianna and Boyd were naked with Brianna sitting on Boyd’s lap—his cock nestled nicely in his girl’s cunt.
	“Well,”

	Darry moved up sucking quickly on one breast and then the other dragging his cock against his sister’s tingly poon.  Expertly did the brotherly love tool enter the sisterly dick trench.  Daisy partly helped it along but the cock was so strong that it easily made penetration on its own.
	Natural instinct took over from there and the boy began humping like he knew how (and he did.)  Daisy held onto him and they endured a mighty good fuck for several minutes until that pivotal moment came whereupon he came.
	Darry made a mighty noise as his cum squirter began squirting.  Daisy shuddered, clenched her legs against her errant lover and was subjected to her own orgasm.  The fear of pregnancy escaped her as the tingling sensation thrived restlessly throughout her sixteen year old body.
	‘next; the ass.’

	“I cant imagine what it would be like to get it in the ass.”
	Autumn’s comment struck Brianna funny, but she caught herself before laughing out loud saying, “It’s no big deal, really, guys just like to do it there.”
	“It’s kind of—gross, isn’t it?” and on second thought, “You’ve had it done to you there?”
	Brianna nodded, “yep.”
	“What’s it like?  What did it feel like?”
	Brianna mused, thought thoughtfully then, “Well, I guess it’s like taking a crap—in reverse.”
	The girls returned to the camp (this after communing with nature in the natural sense.)  The boys were telling dirty jokes, farting, and daring one another to “burn wind.”  That is to say risk burning the testicle sac by bending as close to the blazing campfire as possible and ripping a butt blast.  Supposedly a real scorcher can be attained by such a prank.  Upon arrival of the girls, however, the boys didn’t follow thru (thankfully.)

	Angus returned to his story.
	To say the least, Darry James required a bit of a rest.  For five full minutes he had fucked his sister’s dirt chute finally unleashing a small torrent of love cream.  He needed rest.  He sucked on his sister’s breasts, tongued her cunt—never minding the fact that he had just fucked it and spilled his seed there.  Then laid himself out on the carpeted floor exhausted.  Three holes in less than an hour.  He had never done so before.
	Accordingly, when he was a young boy, his sister got a case of the hornies and used his available willy to satiate her young girl desires.  Lots of ass rubbing followed, mutual masturbation, but not much more.  Oh, they did have sex, too.
	Young Danielle came to sit on her brother’s sweaty face.  The Voice in his head discovered his naughtiness with that sister, too—not much naughtiness but still inappropriate for their relationship.  The images anewed in Darry’s mind got his shagged out schlong hard again.  Not much, really; in the bathroom while Danielle at the sink did Darry come in to rub himself against her ass; the little girl, too, lovingly stroked his schlong AND kissed the head of it!  Shameful!
	Darry tongued out his sister’s bald cunt—prompting his cock to strengthen to full mast.  He seemed in agony.  It was a dream cum true—to be naked with his sibling, to lick her out, and to contemplate other misdeeds with her, too.
	“What did he do?” Autumn asked.
	Angus smiled and explained, “Well, the little girl turned around, directed to do so by the Entity.”
	Danielle kept her bald snatch on her brother’s face and laid down on his body; her little hands gripped his cock and began working it.  Darry continued licking out her pussy succumbing to a hellacious orgasm minutes later.  The cum squirt blasted onto his sweet sister’s face pretty muchly taking the boy out and grossing out his sister.

	An hour.  A full honest hour elapsed before Darry was able to get up from the floor and approach his Mom.  Mom, Gennifer Bander stood trembling in fear and anger against the wall.  She had heard the admissions of her teenage son and daughter about their sexual exploits—but that wasn’t what had her so pissed off.
	Darry stood nakedly before her trying not to get “aroused.”
	Didn’t work.  His Mom was pretty nice looking in clothes or not.  And though teenage Darry kinda liked ‘em young, there was something to be said for the older gals, too.

	Darry balked at being commanded to “get against her.”
	Gennifer tried to convey to her naked teenage son that “it’s alright.”  She knew that another power was instigating and they, including herself, were not in control.  Fighting the “whoever” was not good—blinding light, piercing light, debilitating headaches was the result of defiance.  It was better to submit than become incapacitated; then who knows what the fuck would happen.
	Gennifer reached out and took holt of her son’s schlong, stroked it and drew him closer to her.  Darry trembled but surprisingly his Mom was calm.  Their eyes met—Darry was petrified with mixed feelings with embarrassment reigning high and “how much trouble am I gonna be in for this!”
	Slowly—slowly—s-l-o-w-l-y and did Gennifer ease to her knees taking her son’s cock to her mouth.  Darry stared at the family portrait on the wall behind her; a nice family, complete with the Daddy smiling in the background.  Darry locked his eyes on his Dad—the man had died two years earlier (reason not disclosed.)
	The Entity (residing in Darry James) moaned.  It moaned because the Host was getting a beautiful blowjob.  It wasn’t because of the incestuous copulation but BECAUSE of the copulation.  Incestuous or not didn’t matter, the blowjob did.  And the blowjob was merely sensationalized due to the relationship between the Blowee and the Blower.
	Darry couldn’t cum, though, he needed more time for that; but his Mom sucked and sucked and sucked, fondled his balls, rubbed his ass, and sucked his cock as if she were trying to suck the chrome off a ’56 Chevy!  She was good!
	A little spurt of cum was drawn into her mouth—and on her own volition she took her son’s schlong rubbing it all over her face.  On her own!  There were more moans of satisfaction from the Invader; Darry shuddered all over, farted, and was completely submissive.

	From the front door of the modest home done in southwestern stucco the living room was also modest and grand; stone floor in a diamond cranberry style; camel hair sofas, large floor tapestries; nice electronics (big screen tv and monster stereo system; large bay windows, a 55 gallon tropical fish tank; and an open kitchen/dinning room.
	On the floor transition between living room to the kitchen laid out the naked Gennifer Bander with her naked teenage son on top of her driving his fourteen year old pud into her cunny.  A cunny that hadn’t been fucked in two years!

	Strangely, the Entity didn’t overtake her mind; reason was was because it couldn’t—while occupying one mind the ability to overtake another mind was undoable; probing to the point of manipulation was something else again.  But that was ok, the Entity didn’t have that much of an inquiring mind—it merely wanted to feel pleasure from the Host.
	The “Host”, Darry James, humped like crazy.  He sunk his pud into his sister, Daisy, “now and then”, got off with his girlfriend (but not as often as he did with his sister), and fantasized about every other girl he knew.  Butt humping against sister Danielle was just every now and then, too.  But humping his Mom—wow!  That was the mostest!  The sensation his cock got from the doinking was beyond compare.
	Gennifer’s cunt tingled and clenched her son’s invading tool; she experienced an entire body shiver she couldn’t remember ever having before.  Barely two minutes into the fuck on the floor and Gennifer was cumming!
	As soon as the tumultuous moment of pure ecstasy came from Darry and did the Entity that had invaded him and his family flee.  Totally satisfied beyond limits the Invader left the family leaving the naked Banders in quite a tizzy.
	“Wow.” Said Autumn.  Her mind was filled with questions, also sleep.  Beside her and the two horndog rabbits were already asleep in a shared sleeping bag.  Angus got up and after slamming yet another soda stepped off to one side in the darkness and pissed the refined soda away.
	Autumn had to go, too.  She waited until he returned then she slipped away to relieve herself.  When she return, Angus was munching on a corndog.  He sat on a small log, legs open, cock hard.  Autumn tried not to stare but that was a near impossibility.  Angus didn’t seem to notice or care or something.  The two rabbits in the sleeping bag slept on.
	“Soooo, was that the only story of the Entity ghost?”
	“Not hardly,” giggled Angus, “he made the rounds of the town--”
	“Did it go into anyone else?”
	“Yep, I know of a couple more.”
	Autumn seemed interested, she stifled a yawn and waited for Angus to spill the beans.  After polishing off the corndog, farting, and then getting the last of his personal sodas, he supplied Autumn with the Morton family gangbang.

The Morton family gangbang
	Two hours from the township of Bridgeview (there was no bridge and there was no view) there was a lovely camping experience at six thousand feet.  Several campgrounds were scattered all about the rustic but not too remote local; good mountain streams, lakes, and hiking trails all over on one side of the Vusquall Mountains—an unpleasant desert was on the other side.
	Alyssa Morton had her three boys with her, Aaron, Ben, and Caleb.  Their camping experience was solo for the most part, recently divorced it was a tough act to maintain the family unit enacting both parental roles.  With their Dad, the boys always went camping, fishing; excursions to the beach, sporting events, concerts of this and that.  With “Dad” no longer in the picture it was up to Alyssa to fill in.  
	Aaron was thirteen, he had just turned thirteen and was in the midst of enjoying being a teenager (at last!)  Benny was ten, he had been ten “all my life” he complained, but actually for eight months.  Caleb was the youngest at eight and he had been eight for ten months.
	The camping experience involved a camping trailer, the small pop-up one towed easily behind the family car.  For the first two days of the Morton’s camping experience they did so relatively alone.  There were other campsites about but only a few were occupied.  On the third day the closest campsite was taken by a family friend, Tray Ghaskill.
	Tray worked at the same facility that Alyssa’s “I got caught putting my dick into some hot tart not my wife” husband (former) did.  The ex-hubby no longer worked there and had taken off with the “hot tart.”  Tray also attended the same church as the Morton family and over the two years of knowing them had become a “friend.”
	Whether or not he knew that the Mortons were camping there or not was not known—he just “showed” up and began setting up his own camp using a dome tent rather than a trailer.  And he was alone.
	That night and Alyssa invited Tray to their camp; they shared a meal, talked, sang songs, etc. etc. etc.  The following day and Tray took the boys on a hike, Alyssa remained in camp—and took a nap!  After the hike, the boys took their own nap, Tray did likewise in his own camp.  That evening—
	Alyssa cleaned up the evening meal; home or camping there was always something to clean.  She didn’t mind and even was humming some Christian song while she did so.  Suddenly, as she cleaned up the last blue enameled camp cup she stopped humming.  The strangest feeling suddenly overwhelmed her—a warm tingly feeling came to her shoulders, then went flush to her face making her incredibly hot (not the sexual kind).
	A bit of dizziness and she managed to shake it off—or so she thought.  
	In what seemed to be slow motion, Alyssa Marie undone her jeans then pushed them down.  Alyssa normally wore slacks, she had every color known to mankind in slacks as well as several different variety of “slacks.”  But those were for work, socializing; around the home (and on camping excursions) and it was jeans.
	Alyssa couldn’t shake the strange-strange feeling overwhelming her, she stood against the small sink of the camp trailer staring out thru the equally small window deeply perplexed.  It sounded like someone had spoken to her but it sounded—different.  The more she tried to make clear to her befuddled mind what-what—the worse a pending headache became.
	Then—
	‘take ‘em down.’
	Alyssa stood blinking her eyes and struggling to even breathe.  But what was more startling was the simple fact that her hands were pushing down her panties!  What was going on!?  It seemed like her very breath had been taken away from her.
	 A reflection appeared in the window above the sink; try as she might, though, Alyssa couldn’t make it out.  Then, to her right appeared number one son, Aaron.  He was thirteen, a strapping lad who excelled in soccer, swimming, and not so much in quantum mechanics or anything academically speaking if not related to soccer or swimming.  He was also naked.
	Alyssa stammered to gain control of herself—she knew her son was naked AND she herself was somewhat naked.  It was confusing—why was he naked—why was SHE naked!?  Aaron had a decent body—she had seen him naked many-many times.  And why not?  She was his Mother, it was perfectly normal and acceptable.  But that was on occasions whereas he was younger than he was currently.  She bought his underwear, dressed him when he needed it, wiped him and cleaned him, and bathed him up until he got modest about it.  Thereafter it was seeing him in his underwear up until he hit twelve then more modesty came and he didn’t want her to see him that way anymore.
	The boy seemed to be struggling himself.  He shook his head, was unable to speak, and his eyes were locked onto hers.  Alyssa could do nothing but stand against the sink knowing that her clothes were at her ankles and her teenage son was naked beside her.
	Slowly-slowly the boy began to tug on his somewhat limp dick.  It looked as though, seemed as though, it hurt.  More to the point he seemed to be fighting to blatantly jerk off in the presence of his Mom.

	Echoes, voice echoes reverberated in Alyssa’s head, she couldn’t make them out—they sounded muffled, too.  Then there was a voice that was loud and clear and seemingly right in Alyssa’s head, ‘face him.’
	And once more it seemed like someone had punched her in the stomach forcing the air out of her lungs.  Blinding light pierced her mind and the only way for it to go away was to obey—to follow thru with the Voice’s direction.  So she did.
	Young Aaron did his best NOT to look at his Mom’s breasts OR her furry poon.  But he did.  His neck muscles tightened and there was no fighting the direction he himself was being commanded—he stared at his Mom’s 36Cs, then lowered his eyes down to her furry burger.  A longing seemed to be with him; his mouth undulated in a quickening succession, his heavenly eyes danced a jig of lust, and his cock became very erect.
	‘put one leg up on the mantle piece—er, counter.’ 
	Alyssa blinked her eyes conveying the ever popular “wtf?”
	But inasmuch as her hands had undone her pants and pushed her clothes down—her left leg went up on the counter of the sink.
	In an echoing effect in her 30-something mind she heard, ‘take the razor’ and ‘shave her cunt.’
	A look a sheer horror befell the young Aaron.  His mouth hung open wide and his cock despite his embarrassment stood hard and ready.  The boy shook his head but like his Mom was powerless against her own body, so was Aaron.  From the holder where toothbrushes hung there, too, was a safety razor.  It belonged to Alyssa not for poon pie trimming but for, of course, her legs.
	It was then while Alyssa looked on in her own sheer horror of what was to come that the single mother of three noted standing right behind her at the door Ben and Caleb.  They were naked, too.  Outside of the tent trailer was family friend, Tray—also naked.
	It was then that Alyssa realized that Tray must be the one controlling them with some damned banned EMAD contraption.  But then, Tray looked as petrified as Aaron—he looked like the proverbial “deer in the headlights”.
	Next thing she knew was son Aaron was “shaving” her cunt!
	The boy had applied a thin layer of leg cream (the stuff in the can, not the cock) and was carefully—carefully shaving his Mom’s twat!  The boy was sweating profusely—despite the cool air at the six thousand foot mark.  He had a steady hand, though; and carefully—carefully shaved every pube from his Mom’s poon.
	Talk about erection!

	With the shaving done, Alyssa felt as if she were being Pulled and Dragged, although she saw no one doing so.  Aaron moved aside but his proud erection brushed against her thigh as she moved by him.  Onto the bed of the pop-out on her Hands and Knees—legs open.  Ben and Caleb came into the trailer—along with Tray.
	Alyssa could do nothing against “whatever force” was forcing her to submit to the horrendous acts.  The shook with fear and anger; along with a tidy bit of confusion.  Her shoulder length auburn air cascaded about her face but she still saw her naked sons, all of them sportin’ boners.  
	An echoey voice could be heard—Alyssa struggled in her mind to understand what was said although it was apparently not spoken directly to her.
	‘rub her as.’
	Alyssa was horrified—although not as horrified as having her naked teenage son shave her cunt!  She clenched up all over and then tightened up all over as Aaron came onto the bed placing his hands onto her ass.  She breathed hard on the verge of freaking out; she could just see her son’s penis and the bit of pre-cum coating the piss slit.
	Aaron caressed his Mom’s ass, squeezed the cheeks and peered up close and very personal his Mom’s crack, hole, and freshly shaven snatch.  He moaned.  He groaned.  He lusted.
	‘have you put your dick in a girl?’ the Voice asked of him.  
	Alyssa could hear the Voice—but in echo form.  The Voice was directed to son number one, Aaron.  Q&A!
	Aaron struggled—he didn’t want to answer but he had no choice, he was no longer in control of his body or thoughts.
	“Yeah.” he answered in struggle not to do so.
	Tiffany Ceaser, Veronica Schmoltz, Teri Barr, and Zena Lake.
	Tiffany was his age, so was Veronica; Teri was a year younger than himself and Zena was two years older!  All fine girls from their church!
	While Aaron continued to caress his Mom’s ass the boy supplied the When/Where/How (often) and the first time.  It was admissions he would have rather kept to himself and not shared with anyone—especially his Mom!
	The Voice, however, seemed to delight in hearing the young teen’s exploits; thirteen year old Tiffany Ceaser he had engaged sexually with at Summer Camp, at the river—IN the river, in her backyard, in his garage, IN church!  Tiffany gave him handjobs, blowjobs, and opened legs.  She didn’t, however, take it in the ass.  That was ok, though; Veronica Schmoltz, did.

	The admissions of what he did with the girls was nothing in comparison to what later was admitted.  But first!  Aaron struggled for a moment with the new command but was unable to as the force of the Voice was more than he could deal with and submission was the only way to go.  Scooting on his knees the teenage lover moved up to his Mom’s face whereupon the woman took her son’s schlong, worked it, rubbed his ass, then guided the teen’s cock into her mouth.
	It seemed as though Alyssa’s mind was blank—she gave no resistance and was much more calmer than she ought to be.  There was no denying the super good feeling of getting his winkie waxed—but by his Mom?  That was a little much and a whole lot weird.
	(but she did suck good dick!)

a little interruption during our interruption
	From the open window a countless smells and odors wafted languished amid the slowly moving humid air.  Frogs croaked in a cacophony resembling a dissonance among the masses.  From somewhere further away—like say the hills, two misbehaving sleek brown creatures romped about playful still jittering about the day they nipped the heels of a great bruin.
	Magic, though comfy, safe, satiated enormously, was restless.  Every new sound awoke her—along with the ever presence of old barnyard life sounds.  The ever present squeaky windmill though at one time had been a tool in aiding her to sleep annoyed her currently.  
	‘Maybe a walk around the barn.’ mused the pinto.  Expertly she nuzzled the latch to her stall and made her way out.  Shameless Storm stood sleeping soundly in his stall—Magic found him distasteful after allowing the human girl to play with him in such a manner regarded as sacred and unworthy of human contact.  
	Outside and the warm stale air greeted her; there was no moon but a jillion stars in the inky blackness.  Everyone was asleep—except for some noises by the chicken house.  All the chickens seemed upset and the nearby geese in their special pond were in uproar, too!  ‘what’s going on here?’ Magic wondered and ambled her way to the rowdy chickens.
	The chickens (and geese) were in quite a commotion, something was amiss as the rowdiness of the cluckers was not their usual—they only went berserk like that when Copper was about chasing them in (a playful manner.)
	“COPPER!?  COPPER!?  Come quick, something going on with the chickens!”

	Copper had been sound asleep in Magic’s stall but upon hearing Magic’s alarm jolted awake and bounded to her in just a few leaps tearing around the corner of the barn barking his fool head off.  Typical Copper.
	“What’s going on!?  What’s going on!?  What’s going on!?” he barked.
	“It’s the chickens,” Magic tried to explain calmly, “they’re upset.”
	Suddenly, leaping over the chicken wire fence was something similar to a skinny dog.  And although there was no sufficient light there was enough detail for Magic to make the call.
	“YOU!” she exclaimed.  “What are you doing?”
	Trixie Vulpine made the leap, tucked and rolled and came up with a pair of chickens under her arms and one in her mouth.  Dropping the chicken in her mouth—and stepping on it with her paw to hold it still, 
	“Hello, Magic.  Hello, Copper.”
	“What—what are you doing?” Magic asked.
	“Why, I’m collecting payment, my dear.”
	“Payment?”
	“Yes, of course, you silly; I led you safely home at great risk to me.”
	“I-I don’t understand.”
	“Of course you don’t, it’s the way of the woods.”
	“The way of the woods?”
	“Yes,” said Trixie getting a little exasperated, “I do something for you—like lead you safely home (where you belong) and then you do something for me.”
	“Like bite your tail off!” barked Copper and he lowered himself growling and ready to pounce.
	“Now-now, my dears, I’ll take offense!” and with that she twisted, scooped up the distraught chicken she had been holding and was off.
	“The nerve!”
	Just then the backdoor flew open and a naked Eric clad only in much raker boots bounded out with a shotgun in his hand.  Copper was off in a flash barking his head off, “You come back here!  You come back here!  You come back here with our friends!”
	Magic reared up in the air and shouted for Copper to come back.  
	Eric fired a shot in the air, son Barry, also naked, hit the lights and the whole barnyard was illuminated.  Too late, though, Trixie was more than half way back to her woods with her “payment.”

There’s a little entity in all of us
	“I don’t think I can do it.”
	“It’s not that big a deal.”
	“Is to me.”	
	Brianna sighed, it was a no win battle; Autumn Jizum wasn’t going to “take it” in the ass—no way—no how—no way.  Not even with a soda bottle that had a long neck.  “It’s too weird.” she stated.  Brianna agreed but still she went thru with it herself (just to show her friend how it worked.)  Laying on her back, surrounded by towering meadow grass, Brianna eased into her asshole the found soda bottle with the perfect neck for insertion.  Then, as if in being fucked by a boy, she worked the bottle in and out in effect sodomizing herself.
	Autumn was awed, she sat equally naked fingering herself getting a morning tan and amazed at how Brianna did what she did so easily.  The girl DID think of contemplating the sodmizing of herself—but it was just so weird!
	“Hey!” shouted a voice, “Where you guys at?” Boyd called out and seemed close.  Autumn and Brianna scrambled back into their clothes then popped up smiling, blushing, shoulder to shoulder, holding hands.
	“What’s going on?” Boyd asked no knowing.
	“Girl stuff.” Brianna replied.
	“Oh,” said Boyd, “well, we’re ready to boogie if you are.”
	The girls, all giggles and blushing followed the confused Boyd back to their camp where Angus fretted over the lack of sodas and snacks.

	From their camp the group moved up onto the rails, no Dark Thunder today but regular trains were due with one in the afternoon and another in the evening type time.
	“So, like how far is it to this bridge?”
	“We should be there by nightfall.”
	That got Autumn’s attention.  It was incredibly hot out, even hotter standing on the rock ballast of the train tracks.  Second thoughts.
	“That sounds like a long ways.”
	“It is,” said Boyd, “and longer the more we hang here.”
	“So, like, we go to this bridge, spend the night under it, and come back, right?” Brianna asked.
	“Right,” said Boyd noting Autumn’s reluctance and Brianna’s hope, just there, the night, and back.  No sweat.”  Famous last words.
	Autumn sighed, they had better be back by tomorrow.

	“So, what else happened (concerning the Morton family gangbang.)”
	Angus giggled, sweated, farted, and continued his Entity tale.
	“Well,”—
	Aaron’s sweaty musty ball sac slapped in the cooling evening air as he humped his Mom’s ass.  His hands tightly clenched her hips as he drove his teen prick into her hole—this after the fantastic blowjob minutes earlier and then two minutes of solid fucking the cunt that bore him life.  A tremendous load of teen spunk filled her cunny—Aaron’s eyes fluttered, he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t think.  Humping his girlfriends, their sisters, cousins, all that was one thing—sinking his pud into his Mom’s twat and fucking it was something else again!
	And amazingly it was still incredibly stiff and hard—hard enough to breech his Mom’s virgin pooper.  Aaron was not opposed to anal play, Tiffany didn’t like to be pegged in the butt, but Veronica did (and so did her sister, Teri’s cousin, and Zena!)
	But Aaron was pretty much all cummed out and after five minutes of ass mastering he pulled out exhausted and fell away to one side.  meanwhile, his Mom sucked on Ben and Caleb.  When Aaron was done and done, Ben took up the cause sliding his young pecker into his Mom’s cunt succumbing to a delicious orgasm two minutes later.
	Young Caleb lay on the bed with one leg cocked open—his Mom just suck-suck-sucking away.  Aaron lay in amazement, his soiled schlong ached both goodly and badly.  He wanted to fuck again!
	‘do you bang your brothers?’ the Voice in his head coyly asked.
	Aaron did.  He had been doing so for a long time, about the time that he noticed his cock getting hard at whim.  When he himself was ten and Ben was nigh but seven, the two began mutual masturbation, oral, and in the bathroom bathing together anal play.
	Young Caleb came into “play” a couple years later.  Aaron enjoyed slamming his cock into his brothers—anal was the preferred hole but oral came a nice second.  Caleb wasn’t so much into cocksucking but Ben was.  
	Ben humped and humped like a rabid rabbit, his little pud slipping out now and then but he managed it back into his Mom and kept going until he squirted spunk three minutes later (into her asshole.)  He fell off onto his sweaty-heaving naked brother and young Caleb took his place.
	Alyssa fingered herself while her young son humped her asshole—it was his first choice hole and no one bothered to correct him.  The boy was all giggles but no cum.  After several minutes he grew tired and pulled out.  There remained one more camper to involve…

	Tray Ghaskill was no longer “struggling”, either; he was only partially against the devilish deed being done—he actually was all for the sexual exploiting of the Mortons it was just that he didn’t want anything to come back on him.  No sweat.
	The boys (and their Mom) were in utter awe as the naked family friend came up to the bed.  Night had fallen outside; there were small lamps a-lit inside the tent for illumination providing all to see that family friend Tray had a massive cock.
	“Holy shit!” exclaimed Aaron.
	“Damn!” said Ben with eyes wide checking his own throbbing pud still spurting sperm.
	Little Caleb couldn’t find words to exclaim—just hung his eyes onto the man’s cock as he came onto the bed and made his way up to his Mom.  Caleb lay on the right by himself and when Tray positioned himself to get his blowjob, the youngster stuck his head right between Tray’s legs to see the action.
	That was ok, he got first dibs after his Mom.
	“First dibs?” Autumn asked.
	“Yeah,” giggled Angus, “after Alyssa sucked him then Caleb got to have his turn before his brothers.”
	“Oh.” yuck.   Autumn knew about guys sucking each other, she even knew about girls doing each other but she wasn’t sure on exactly how that happened.
	“Then what happened?” Brianna asked.
	“Well,”—

	Caleb grasped the man’s cock with both hands, his mouth managing to suck only on the head.  Tray reeled in the action, he was literally beside himself trying to shake off the event on one hand—then trying to relish in the misdeed and do so with gusto!
	He hadn’t spurted into Alyssa’s mouth and didn’t want to do so in the young boy.  Somehow he managed to hold off but it was a struggle—he was about to blow!  But he had two more boys to go!
	And into Aaron’s mouth he did go—and blow!  There was no holding back—especially when the tide was in.  Save for some seven foot freak with a bloody machete in hand and wearing a hocking mask, Tray Ghaskill was going to complete the unleashing his beastly blast monster.  A great quantity of spunk spewed into Aaron’s mouth, he got some from his brother Ben, and a male cousin he fooled with, too; but the blast from Tray was something else!

	Ben sucked on the man’s cock; it somewhat diminished in size (somewhat).  It was very musty and the spunk spew was a little distasteful, he sucked on his brother Aaron’s cock until he blew and only kind of sort of liked it.  He preferred receiving and getting blasted in the ass.
	A few minutes languishing in Ben’s mouth, with his Mother watching all the while, and Tray was re-positioning placing his member into Alyssa’s cunt.  There barely was strength enough to complete the deed and the “deed” was not quite complete as Tray didn’t quite cum.  He humped like there was no tomorrow managing to squirt only a little bit.  He was too exhausted to go on and fell off to one side and fell to sleep.  Everyone else did so, too.
	“Wow.” Autumn said in awe.
	“Wait,” giggled Boyd, “there’s more!”

	Bacon, the smell of bacon permeated the air overwhelming all else.  Twittering birds, chirping chipmunks, and very noisy blue jays dully awoke the Mortons and Ghaskill.  To be sore (and sticky) would be an understatement.  Tray lay on his back, he didn’t feel all that particularly well; his mind was in uproar with mixed images—some of which he liked.
	Beside him lay the naked Alyssa Morton and her naked boys.  Caleb sat up holding his weeny making a face indicating he had a need—a need to pee.  Aaron and Ben were likewise—as was their Mother and Tray.  No one was quite capable of moving to the campground facilities a short walk from where they were camped.
	But the more they lay awake—the more the pressure to relieve themselves became ever the more present.  Denying the need was a pressure most uncomfortable.
	‘put it in her ass, or pussy—your choice, and pee there.’
	Aaron was first, “first dibs”, and after just rubbing his aching foul cock against his Mom’s ass, gliding it up against her shaven clean pussy, caressing his brother Ben’s ass, Aaron Michael Morton had sufficient wood to fuck his Mom’s asshole (and pee there.)
	Most of the urine, of course, splashed back out of the hole soiling his nads and all else.  Aaron felt great relief and when the peeing was done returned to sodomizing his Mom until emptying his nads of fresh teen spunk.
	Caleb couldn’t wait and was pissing already before getting his winkie into his Mom—sliding into her pussy rather than her funk hole.  Alyssa fingered herself and was peeing some, too.  

	After Ben pissed his fill into his Mom’s twat, Tray got his turn.  He had to go and then some—but having an erection and sexual want taking a piss was a difficult one.  When fucking, one can only do one or the other—cum or piss.  Tray slid his pisser into Alyssa’s crap chute and humped tenaciously until succumbing to a voracious release showering whatever lay in Alyssa’s dark passage with quite a measure of piss—followed by a great wash of sperm minutes later.
	Exhausted again the family plus one lay in a mess of soiled bedding.  That lasted an hour.  The family plus one wiped themselves off, then sat/stood silently (still naked) before putting on their clothing, gathering some bathing supplies, and half assed-like made their way to the campground facilities to use the showers.
	Alyssa, unfortunately, had to go in by herself.  Tray and the boys, however, made hey.  After a good rinse the group stood with erections pounding.  Tray soaped up his cock then pressed himself up against Aaron.  His manly manhood glided all over the boy’s ass; he “reached around” and fondled the boy’s cock, then Aaron “bent over”, spread a cheek, and received Tray Ghaskill’s massive fuck stick.
	Ben got on his knees before his brother and began sucking his dick.
	Tray humped and humped, pulled out and slapped his cock against Aaron’s ass, masturbated the boy lovingly caressing Ben’s face, then returned to sodomizing the teen until cumming off minutes later.
	Back at the tent and Tray told of knowing a “secret place” where there was a waterfall, a nice secluded pond, and privacy.  Alyssa was a go, the boys were a go, the family plus one was gone.
	“What happened to the ghost, the entity thing?”
	“Yeah, was it there at the end, in the trailer that morning?  And in the shower place?”
	“Nope, didn’t seem so, it left in the middle of the morning.”
	“Soooo, what happened in the morning and in the shower they all did on their own?”
	“Seems so.”
	“Wow.”
	“Damn.”
	Giggle.

	A little warm out—mostly incredibly humid.  To their left lay the great expanse of meadow fields; the right had a smaller expanse stretching up to the hills and then the great woods.  Between lay a single track that eventually crossed over the Dangnabbit River.

	The Dangnabbit River was mostly a channel being no more than fifteen feet deep thru the middle.  It was a slow river coming a long ways from the nearby mountains and feeding out to a larger river way down stream.  The trestle Dark Thunder roared across spanned 1,000 yards.  The bridge was a little stinky with a heavy creosote odor hanging lifelessly in the still sullen air.  
	Some miles upstream was the industrial city of Quarkton, so up and down the river ran shallow draft barges.  The Agamenmon was crossing underneath the bridge currently causing Angus to freak out, “Hey!  Come on!  Hey!  Come on!  We’re missing it!”
	And Fat Boy Angus Talburt ran like something was chasing him (or someone said there was free chocolate donuts just ahead!)  Boyd took after him leaving the bewildered girls standing between the rails; sweating tired, hot, and not so enthused about the bridge ahead.
	“Boys.” mouthed Brianna.
	“Do we really need them?”
	Brianna giggled then pepped up her step thinking that maybe it’d be cooler UNDER the bridge next to the water.
	The boys raced up to the bridge and as far into it as they could go before running out of breath.  By then, of course, the river barge had passed by and was most of the way along.  Still, though, Boyd and Angus dropped their pants and gave the passing ship the BA.
	A small trail led the way down to the river and ‘neath the trestle; huge pampas, cattails, and assorted weeds lined the river—along with empty beer cans, beer can holders, bottles, articles of clothing; the typical river bank trash.  The girls checked the area out, thankful for the shade and the coolness of the river.
	“Looks deep.” commented Autumn.
	“I imagine it is.” replied Brianna.
	Brianna made her way snooping about finding more trash and a porno magazine.  Autumn stared in wide eyed wow at what was depicted on the glossy pages.  The magazine was thrashed, dirty, torn, but the pictures were still somewhat ok.  Brianna giggled, Autumn blushed—what she had heard (and seen of her “rabbit” companions) was nothing to what was revealed in the magazine.
	Topside and the boys stood in a safety outcropping pissing into the river. 
	“You think she likes me?”
	“Who?  Autumn?”
	“No, dumbass, Stature of Fucking Liberty!  Of course Autumn!”

	“I guess so.”
	Angus turned, leaned into the creosote soaked corner, cock still out, musing.  Boyd turned into his corner, cock still out, and masturbated.
	“You think she’d let me do her?”
	“Who, Autumn?”
	“No, dumbass, the bloody Queen of England!”
	“I dunno, she’s kinda quirky; Autumn is, too.”
	Angus looked to his masturbating pal and broke out into a wide grin.

	“Whattya think they are doing up there?” 
	“Knowing them?  Jerking off or some stupid shit.”
	Brianna kicked away a lot of trash and debris, finding the plastic trash bag that was icky and yucky and a whole lot disgusting was a find—the trash all in the immediate area she collected and put into the bag.  
	“You mean, they—they are doing that thing with themselves—together?”
	Brianna paused, thought thoughtfully—Autumn was weird, she didn’t use the words of sexology and kind of danced around them.  She very-very seldom cussed, made note of sex parts, or even farted in mixed company—or any company!  She was a polite girl, naïve, and embarrassed by the unsocial graces involving sex, sex talk, or anything involving sex.  (but she was intrigued)
	“Jerking off, you mean?” Brianna peered up to the huge timbers above her head, she couldn’t see the boys and had no idea where they were.  She could only assume that they had mooned the passing barge and were probably naked, cumming on the sleek shiny iron rails of the train tracks.
	‘maybe they’re fuckin’ each other.’ she said to herself.  If so, she’d kinda like to see that!

	“I’d like to do her.” 
	“You’d like to do a gopher!”
	Angus punched his pal in the shoulder, “Would not!”
	The heat on the bridge was more than warm—not too mention the smelly oil soaked timbers.  
	“Isn’t it about time for a local?”
	Boyd checked his watch, “Yep!” he smiled to his friend.  What Angus was thinking was transferred to Boyd.  He nodded, slipped his wang back in his pants and scurried off with horny Fat Boy Angus behind him.

	The discussion of “boys”, “sex”, the naughty magazine, was the topic the girls went on about—mostly it was Autumn asking questions.  She was curious—many times when she asked a question and Brianna was kind enough to supply her with the needful information—Autumn sat in awe (often fingering herself methodically.)
	After answering the curious girl’s question about “orgasms”, the girl sat on her butt, one arm about her knees, staring out at the listless water, deep in thought.
	“Would you do it with him?” Brianna asked.
	“Who?  Angus?”
	“No, the Emperor of Japan!  Of course, Angus.”
	Autumn thought even more thoughtfully—then shrugged her shoulders chewing on her lips.  Brianna noted that there was a slight nodding of the girl’s head.
	Suddenly there was a distraction as dirt from the right side of the dirt embankment was disturbed catching the girls’ attention.  All was quiet and still; just the subtle sound of the river gently passing by made any noise.  Brianna gulped, held her breath and watched as a shadow could be seen.
	Huge towering sunflowers, great weeds, stood up tall along the river’s edge.  The heat was just about unbearable—and stinky, too.  All was still, all was quiet.  “Boyd?” Brianna asked meekly not sure.  Slowly she reached out for an old bottle yet uncollected and gripped it tightly in her hand.  Boyd had told her of finding some old hobos hold up right under the bridge where the dirt hill and bridge met.  Casually the girl peered up to where it was dark and confining.  She saw no one.
	Then, behind her there was more shadows and dirt being disturbed cascading down the small trail.  Autumn backed up to Brianna, the girls clung back to back to one another with their young hearts pounding near out of their chest.
	“Boyd?  Angus?  Chester?”
	No answer.
	“Phil?  Adam?”
	“It’s not funny, you guys!” called out Autumn.
	“If we have to,” whispered Brianna, “get in the water, stay with me and we’ll go to the first pylon.”
	Autumn nodded, clutched Brianna’s hand and waited.
	She didn’t have to wait long—

	From the right and left came two figured dressed in canvas rags screaming like banshees.  The girls screamed, Brianna flung her bottle and jerked Autumn into the river splashing madly to the bridge’s support column.  
	On shore, Boyd and Angus were beside themselves laughing.
	“You fuckers!” yelled Brianna.
	“Assholes!” added Autumn splashing water to the misbehaving boys.
	The misbehaving boys lay on the ground laughing righteously—essentially sealing the deal that they would not be “getting any” for a long time. 

*

The Entity of Jonas Creek Middle School
	“Watch it!  Here he comes!”
	“Shit.”
	Kevin D’lonra was in panic mode, Wade Cargill was after his ass and was most likely going to get it.  (not in the literal/sexual sense)  
	“You should have never made fun of him.”
	“You’re a big help!” bitched Kevin to his best friend, Paul.
	A small line of onlookers lined the wall of the covered hall; the school day of instruction was complete and all the day Kevin D’lonra sweated it out hoping fat ass bully Wade Cargill would get brain damage and forget about pounding him.
	He didn’t.
	There was little to do but—RUN!
	Kevin hustled it to the library but the janitors had just locked it up; the bathrooms were no place to hide; down the English hall, across the small courtyard, and planned on making to the offices but Wade C had bully friends blocking that particular route—so it was back to the bus stop area where more of Wade’s buddies waited for him.
	Kevin finally skidded to the athletic field—bad choice; he hoped to make the back fence and go down the railroad tracks and then haul ass home but the crowd of middle school students had made that route impossible.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” Kevin bitched.
	Wade pushed his way thru the throng, “Come ‘ere, skinny boy!” Wade yelled.
	Kevin stammered and tried to apologize---pleas of a desperate man about to get pounded.  Kevin threw his bookbag at the approaching pissed off fat boy; Wade blocked the throw and bore down on the cowering Kevin.
	Suddenly,
	‘feign right.’
	“What?”
	Wade barreled up his fists with the right one winding up for the punch when his target leaned right—then came up landing a solid hit into his stomach.  It took Wade off his guard but his blubberish belly helped keep his senses temporarily sane.  
	Kevin had a new sense of being—he didn’t understand it and was definitely confused.  ‘just relax.’ said a Voice in his head.  That was easier said than done.
	Wade landed a solid punch to Kevin’s jaw, then grabbed his shoulders and threw him to the ground.  A foot was coming to connect with Kevin’s face when ‘either let me do the work or lay here and be pummeled,’ said the Voice, ‘your choice.’
	Kevin relented.  Wade’s boot clad foot came and somehow—somehow Kevin D’lonra caught it and shoved it back!  The fat boy bully lost his balance and went dramatically hard to the ground stirring up a small dust cloud.
	Kevin then bounded up, doubled his fists and took a fighter’s stance.
	Wade spat “What the fuck!?” and scrambled to sit up.
	The astonished onlookers watched in amazement as pipsqueak Kevin suddenly whirled around whipping out a leg and smacking fourteen year old seventh grader Wade Cargill HARD in the chest.  The smack sent the overweight boy backwards, coughing and sputtering he stumbled into the gathered crowd.  Kevin was about to do more but someone yelled “TEACHERS!” and a mass exodus ensued.

	“WOW!” exclaimed best pal, Paul Seiffer.
	“I didn’t know you had it in you.” stated so-so girlfriend, Danica.
	“Me, either.” stated a confused Kevin.
	The trio made their way from school and to the local malt shoppe where Paul made good his best pal status by buying his friends malteds.
	“I bet it aint over, though.” stated Kevin.
	Danica frowned—she was SOOOO freaking pretty!  Long silky dark hair, mysterious dark eyes, luscious lips—she had a great crotch and dynamite ass, too!  Kevin more than anything wanted to see her naked, in her underwear—on his face, on his cock—something.
	‘that can be arranged.’
	“What?”
	“What?” asked Danica.

	Kevin blinked his eyes, “I’m confused.” he said aloud.
	“Well,” spurted Paul, “Fat Boy DID knock your block.”
	Kevin nodded and guessed that was it.
	When it was time to go, Danica slid out from the turquoise vinyl bench seat, leaning somewhat across the table to scoot out.  As she did so, she unknowingly allowed her wanna-be beau a sneak peak down her open top.  It was a cottony thing, faded pink on white.  Kevin saw her pinkish bra and got an instant erection.
	“You ok?” the target asked.
	“Yeah, yeah—sure.”  Kevin D’lonra was a little on the short side, Italian heritage, and being thirteen years young was six months away.  He was cute, though, and Danica liked him—but didn’t “like-like” him.
	Halfway home and Paul Seiffer had to make a turn down his block to go home.  Danica lived closer so she and Kevin continued.  His jaw hurt, head hurt, cock ached.  ‘I’d give anything--’
	‘it can be arranged.’ said the Voice in his head again.
	“Who’s saying that?” Kevin said whirling around wildly stumbling and crashing into a fence.
	Danica said nothing but helped steady her short horndog.  She seemed greatly concerned but was at a loss for words.
	‘stop being a dolt!’ almost shouted the Voice.
	“I-I don’t understand.” quibbled Kevin.
	“Understand what?” asked an equally confused Danica.
	“There’s like a voice--”
	‘DON’T GIVE ME AWAY—you embicile!’
	Kevin stood still—his mind in uproar—his girlfriend staring at him getting worried.
	‘look, kid, I’ll spell it out for you—I can help you—if you let me.’
	“Who--”
	‘NO!’ shouted the Voice this time, ‘do not talk out loud—people will think you’re crazy!’
	“Soooo, what--”
	‘DON’T talk out loud!’ the Voice was losing it.
	Kevin tried but having a Voice in his head was something new.
	‘look, you want to see this girl naked, right?’
	‘Yeah!’ Kevin said thinking hard inside his mind.
	‘good,’ said the Voice, ‘I can arrange it.’
	‘How?’
	‘stare into her eyes—let me have eye-to-eye contact.’

Interlude
	Girls just don’t understand funny.  Having the crap scared out of you just isn’t funny—and Boyd Aryndon knew it and knew that it would probably piss off his girl.  But it was something he just had to do!  It was part of being a boy—scaring the crap out of girls.  It was a law.
	Law or not—Brianna and Autumn were not amused.
	After their scare they came back on shore, the boys shed their clothes and jumped into the water finding it very refreshing and not immediately deep.  Autumn sat on her butt recovering from her fright while Brianna still pissed shed her clothing and went back into the river.
	From the shore to the pylon structure the water was six foot but sloped going out deeper.  A current there was on the other side of the pylon structure but the kids stayed away from there and enjoyed the afternoon of frolicking finally convincing the shy Autumn to join.
	Brianna kept her distance from Boyd although he tried to make sneak attacks to her.  Angus climbed onto the cement round of the pylon and jumped off of it; Autumn laughed at him apparently forgetting that moments earlier he had participated in scaring her half to death.
	Just then and there was a rumbling roar to be heard.
	Boyd made an angry face, smacked the water, “shit” he bitched and then sighed at the evening regular locomotive roared overhead.  He had planned on having sex with his girl on the dirt berm intensifying their sex bond as the frightening train rumbled above their heads.
	Brianna gave him a long look—‘see what happens when you fuck up?’ she conveyed.  A little disheartened, Boyd left the water and went up to the berm to the highest point he could get while the rest of the train clanked along above him.
	Later on as evening set and the air cooled a disgruntled Angus was bothered by the lack of sodas and snacks.
	“You ate all yours in one day!” complained back Brianna.
	“Yeah,” added Autumn, “they supposed to last this whole time.”
	The insult to injury didn’t help matters.  Of course Boyd gave one of his prized sodas to Angus, the girls offered some of their snacks.  Angus appreciated it but was still in a foul mood just the same.
	“We need more stuff for a fire.” Boyd said.  A few sticks of this, some paper, various articles of trash helped but there was not a lot of fuel to be had.
	“There’s some more paper up there.” Brianna said helpfully.

	Boyd scrambled up finding the porno mag and a paper bag buried in the dirt.  After a minute of perusing the dirty magazine he worked on getting the paper bag out.
	“Hey!” he called out, “I got something!” then,
	“HOLY SHIT!”

	“How much is it?”
	“Chill, lemme count.”
	Angus and the girls surrounded Boyd while he counted out the money found in the buried paper bag.  There was a lot of money, loose with some wrapped in a bank paper wrap.  
	Sixty-two single bills.
	Ten fives.
	Five tens.
	And the bank wrapped stack of single’s equaling 100 dollars even.
	“Two hundred and sixty-two.” Boyd said calmly.  “I think.”
	“That’s right.” Autumn said.
	“So divided equally that’s--”
	“Sixty-five dollars and fifty cents.” 
	“Wow!” exclaimed Angus.  “I’ve never had that much money in my life!”
	Boyd and Brianna hadn’t, either.
	“Who put it here?” asked a curious Autumn.
	Everyone went quiet.  Then, 
	“Put out that fire!” shouted in a harsh whisper Boyd.
	The gang quickly threw dirt onto the small fire then sat in huddled silence.
	“I don’t understand.” Autumn whispered, “What’s going on?”
	“Bandits,” Angus supplied.
	“Bandits?” Brianna quipped.
	“You know, bad guys, hoodlums, pirates!” Angus chimed back.
	Boyd wasn’t so sure about the pirates, but bad guys of some sort for sure.  
	“You-you think they’ll come back for it?” squeaked a getting nervous Brianna.
	“It’s possible.”
	“I don’t think I want to be here.” Autumn said firmly.
	Everyone went quiet.
	“Well,” drawled Boyd, “there’s Boyington Place.”

	“Where’s that?”
	“Across the river.” Angus said somewhat brightening up (there was a convenience store there!)
	“Across the river?” said Brianna surprised.  
	Shaking her head Autumn piped flatly, “I’m not swimming across this river!”
	Angus hung his head ‘Girls!’
	“We wouldn’t SWIM across ‘dumb bitch’ we’d go across the bridge.”
	The girls sat with their mouths hung open, “I’d rather swim.” said Brianna to herself somewhat.
	“Not going across the bridge, either!”
	Boyd sighed, thought thoughtfully, “Ok, I know another place.”
	Angus looked hopeful; like a liquor store?
	“There’s a shack down the tracks, not a long walk.”
	“Better not be.” Brianna warned.  It was late evening, not quite dark, but close counts.
	The gang gathered their gear, the loot, and made tracks—down the tracks.
	“Sooo, what happened then?” Brianna asked about Kevin and the Entity inside him.
	“Well,” Angus said farting and catching his breath as he walked along the narrow path next to the ballast rocks, “Danica stood absolutely still while the Entity ghost was inside Kevin’s head.”

	‘alright, me bucko,’ said the Voice, ‘brush your hand against her.’
	Kevin sweated, felt a little ill, a whole lot confused and a little bit curious.  He brushed his hand against her arm.
	‘not there, dumbass.’
	Kevin apologized, got embarrassed, then brushed Danica’s cheek.
	The Voice sighed, ‘you are a dumbass, aren’t you?’
	‘I don’t know what you want.  Just say it.’
	‘fine, grab her tits!’
	Kevin’s mouth dropped to the sidewalk.
	‘No fuckin’ way!’
	‘either brush your hand against her tits, or I’m outta here.’
	Kevin wasn’t sure what the Voice meant; he licked his lips, sweated, then sucking up his breath and courage brushed the back of his right hand to Danica’s right breast.
	He expected to get slammed to the ground and pummeled worse than what bully Wade could do to him.  But nothing happened.  Danica remained poised, luscious lips, cool eyes, near lifeless.
	“Whoa.” Kevin said aloud.
	‘told ya.’
	Next was “releasing” Danica’s mind to show Kevin that she was alright AND that she knew nothing of Kevin’s actions.  Kevin smiled to her and escorted her home—right up to her door.
	‘get her attention again,’ said the Voice, ‘look right into her eyes.’
	Kevin complied and the next thing he knew,
	“Would you like to come in?” Kevin had never been inside Danica’s house, he always met her at the door.  The girl had been a part of his life since the first part of the 7th grade midway thru.  She was beautiful, she had unique charm and a poise about her that kept young Kevin hard for days on end.
	Taking him by the hand the girl led him into her house.
	“Hi, dear!” said Danica’s Mom, she smiled to Kevin and wasn’t put off by his intrusion.  “Hi, Kevin!” she said.
	‘hmmm.’ 
	‘What?’
	‘look into her eyes…’

	Upstairs in Danica’s room Kevin was dumbfounded—his very breath was taken as the very possibility of what was contemplated was coming true.  All those nights he lay in his bed jerking her gherkin were about to cum.  He couldn’t believe it.  It was unbelievable!
	And downstairs—downstairs was Danica’s Mom, Lynn, stood motionless in her living room—waiting.  Kevin was literally beside himself—this wasn’t happening.  It simply fucking wasn’t happening!  Blinking his eyes he stared at the lovely sweet Danica—in his heart he knew that she would never really “put out.”  She wasn’t that kind of girl.
	Then, right before Kevin’s bewildered eyes—the girl who wouldn’t so much as kiss Kevin out of the norm of friendship or some Christmas rite, undressed before him.
	Sproing!
	The pinkish top was discarded along with the pinkish bra.
	‘And-an-and she-she doesn’t know I’m here?’
	‘right.’
	‘Wow.’
	The Voice giggled and Danica pushed down her britches.

	Kevin could scarcely breathe—he could barely think!  He had a sister and yeah, he’d seen her naked, in her undies, etc.  There was no sexual relationship, she was seventeen and there just wasn’t a relationship that was sexual.
	Butt bare assed naked.  Danica Cooper stood butt bare assed naked and she was even more lovelier than Kevin could ever imagine.
	“Holy hot fucking shit!” he blurted aloud.
	‘yeah, she’s not bad, kid, not bad at all.’
	“Wh-what happens now?”
	There was a brief pause then the naked girl stepped out of her clothes at her ankles and stepped right up to the baffled Kevin.  She was so fucking lovely!  Those tits, that face, that pussy!  It was not dark in the room but not well lit just yet; the room was cool and there was just natural light from the numerous windows.  Kevin almost in a panic looked around to see if anyone from the adjoining houses could see.
	Trees and curtains provided sufficient security and relaxed Kevin.  His attention returned to Danica who was pressing her hand against his Sproing!  Her mouth was soooo lovely, her teenage breasts, she was just lovely all over.  Those lips!
	Kevin was totally captivated and was barely aware of the Voice further manipulating him for the next thing he knew—he was naked himself!  Kevin only became aware of it when his cock blew it’s load.  The release of the sperm blast had a unique effect on the young boy who had barely turned thirteen.  In his bed, in the shower, cumming off was always sweet but his cock in Danica’s hand was something special.
	Then Kevin’s mind was blown out of proportion as down on her knees the naked tart went—sucking the cum from Kevin’s cock.  
	‘oh shit that feels good!’ said the Voice.  It was the focal point of the reasoning the Voice-Entity had invaded the young teen—alone out in the world he could feel nothing.  Only by invading a mind could there be pleasures felt.  And feeling pleasures was what it was all about, right?
	On the bed—Danica looked even more lovely all spread out (waiting.)  Kevin was “motivated” to get on her, ‘lick her cunt!’
	Kevin was confused, “Lick her cunt?”  of course he knew what a “cunt” was, he wasn’t that naïve, but “lick?”
	“God,” interrupted Autumn, “even I know what that means?”
	The group giggled and as night settled upon them they came to an abandoned railroad shack.

*

Fuckzilla
	He knew it was wrong, technically speaking.  But the feeling of conquest overwhelming whelmed him.  He knew—he knew in his heart and soul that Danica Cooper wouldn’t allow him to fuck her brains out as he was currently doing.  So allowing the Entity in his mind to overtake her mind or whatever or however it did what it did and managed to do so—was perfectly alright with Kevin.  Sort of.
	It bothered him the way it was done AND the simple fact that the girl was kinda—lifeless.  She did moan some, flutter her eyes; her nipples got hard, and she DID move about a little bit now and then.  But for the most part—she was kinda lifeless and that kinda sucked.
	But the part of having his cock rocket inside the girl’s super tight cunt—well, that sort of made it better.  Kevin concentrated with all his might and humped.  His very mind was in utter uproar with the jillion feelings swarming madly all about.  His first pussy, his first fuck!  He wanted it to last but just three minutes or so into the deed and his rocket was firing.
	Jerking off was one thing—the release of seminal fluids was something that was shattering to beat all.  Actually squirting off inside a girl’s cunt?  That was something else all together.
	What an orgasm!  And the feeling just rolled on and on and on and on.
	Kevin humped on and on and on, too.  His cock was strained to the limit, the skin of his flute stretching tightly inside the delicious girl’s poon, he could feel his cum squirting thru his cock and the even was a festive one for sure.
	And short lived.
	As soon as the last delivery of spunk matter had exited his super sensitive prick—Kevin’s energy level nose dived.  He was still jazzed up, still sexed, but needed a bit of rest.
	The blood coating his cock turned him off and frightened him.
	‘go to the bathroom,’ the Voice said to him calmly, ‘get a washrag, get it wet, wipe yourself down—then come back and clean her off, too.’
	The Voice had to go on to goad the boy and school him on the fact that was—he had just broken the girl’s hymen, gotten her cherry, busted the dam.  After the clean-up—it was time for round two.
	Kevin’s prong amazingly remained steadfastly erect.  There were a million sensation teeming all about his cock—it was the most wildest thing ever!  The only manner in which to satiate the overwhelmed cock was to stick it back into Danica’s cunt!  So he did.

	After another clean-up,
	‘go downstairs.’
	Kevin didn’t hesitate, he was fully under the control of the Voice.
	Danica remained “asleep” on her bed; downstairs and there was Danica’s Mom, Lynn, still standing exactly where she had been last.
	“W-what’s going on?” Kevin asked.
	‘take your pants down.’ the Voice said.
	“What?” said Kevin, “I’m already naked.”
	‘not you, dumbass.’
	Kevin was confused and stood with his pecker a little hard and a little soft, buck naked in his girl(friend’s) house poised before Lynn Cooper.  The boy held his breath and got very curious when Danica’s Mom began undoing her beige knit slacks and pushing them down.
	“Holy Moley!” exclaimed Kevin.  Followed by, “What the fuck?”
	The Voice in his head was heard to giggle.
	Lynn pushed down her panties then pulled off her silk-like rose print blouse (followed by discarding her bra.)
	“Oh, shit!” blurted Kevin.  It was then that he knew what was going to happen.
	“Hey!  Hey!  You don’t want me to--”
	‘yep.’
	“Oh, shit!”
	And right there on the transition floor from the living room to the open dining room did thirteen year old Kevin D’lonra hump his girlfriend’s Mother.
	And it wasn’t bad!
	The Voice firstly directed him to “go down on her.”
	Kevin had a faint idea but had to once more be schooled in the fine art of cunnilingus.  The woman’s pussy was musty, furry, neatly trimmed, and sported a tattoo just above the mons hidden in the fine hair crop.  The tat was of a rearing pissed off snorting unicorn with a pronounced dick.
	Kevin was amused—and hard.  His cock was hard enough to hunt with.  So, after having his fill of Lynn’s cunt on his face, the Voice guided him into final position.  Kevin eased his prick firstly against the woman’s cunt—then it was in and there was no going back.  (not that Kevin wanted to)  Once seated it was a new sensation to deal with.
	There was little thought given to the fact of what he was doing—or to whom.  The feeling of fucking was the thing and the only thing that matter.  Besides, he was goaded on and on by the Entity,
	‘OH!  YEAH!  YEAH!  GO!  OOOOOH!  AHHHH!” and so on.

	Arnold cleaned up at the kitchen sink, his cock was—sore.  His young body was a little worn out and then some.
	‘you did good.’ the Voice said.
	Kevin said nothing, his mind was in overload.
	Back upstairs and Kevin loved on his girl a little more, sucking her titties, cupping her ass, humping against her pussy, and that sort.  Thereafter, another cleanup and the Voice had his Host lay on the girl, ‘lock eyes’ with her, and be still and quiet.
	Kevin took the time to chill out.  The Voice could be heard but Kevin was still mired in what had happened.  No thoughts were given to what the future would hold with his symbiotic host—for the most part it was thought that the Entity would leave and Kevin would just go on home and that would be that.
	Not so.
	After a few minutes the Entity had Kevin travel back to Lynn.  After laying on the woman and “locking eyes” with her Kevin had a few more minutes to himself while the Entity re-wired the woman’s mind.  Kevin was able to hear some of the re-wire work—
	‘you like Kevin.’  ‘you like to see Kevin naked.’  ‘you want Kevin to fuck you.’  ‘you want to watch Kevin fuck your daughter.’  ‘you like Kevin.’
	After several minutes the re-wiring was done, the woman dressed, Kevin dressed, Danica (dressed) came down the stairs and to see if the re-wiring had taken—the two subjects were “released”.
	The two Cooper women stood a little dumbfounded, then brightened and re-greeted Kevin.  
	“Would you like to stay for dinner, Kevin?” Ms. Cooper asked caressing his arm like she had never done so before.  (and she hadn’t)  Danica was all smiles and right up close to him driving the young boy mad.
	“Thanks, Ms. Cooper, b-but I gotta get home, it’s getting kinda late.”
	The two women seemed disappointed, Lynn Cooper caressed his face saying “You come back as often as you like.” And she opened her blouse revealing her bare breasts!  “These will be waiting for you!”  just like that!
	Danica undone her own blouse quipping, “Mine, too!”
	Poor Kevin had a hell of a time walking the block and a half home.
	Once home and—
	‘who’s that?’
	“My sister, home again.”
	Karen D’lonra was seventeen and incredibly smart—smart enough to be able to ditch her last year of high school and transfer to college.  But she was being wishy-washy and had returned home (again.)

	Karen drove a yellow/green VW Bug, convertible.  In the backseat overflowed a variety of luggage.  The girl had just returned home (again) and was on a cell phone with someone while her parents and another brother came barreling out of the house with Kevin coming up behind.
	‘nice ass.’ the Voice commented.
	Oh shit!

*

entanglements, weaves, and other basket cases
	The shower felt good—very good.  It helped ease his mind’s overload but sorting thru the innumerable images incased therein was a bit of a chore.  It seemed like a long exhausting day but actually it had only been a few hours.  Had he really put his dick into Danica?  Had he really put his dick into Danica’s Mom!?
	It was a wow factor scoring ten plus on his Weird Shit o’meter.
	His cock was hard and he figured it would forever be so.  With the Entity thing in his mind—he wondered casually what ELSE would happen, or could happen.
	Suddenly, the toilet flushed and Kevin was showered with a horrendous cascade of ice cold water!
	“Goddamn it, Wayne!” shouted Kevin.  Brother Wayne, Bully in Training, had flushed the toilet not even using it.
	In the hallway on the way to dinner and Wayne “shoved” Kevin into the wall, “Outta the way pipsqueak!” he jeered.
	In their bedroom after dinner—Wayne grabbled with his brother, Indian Burn first and then Smell Ya Later—pinning the young sib to the floor then sitting on his face to rip a narly butt blast.
	Kevin finally had had enough and after wrestling out from under his uncouth brother “Quit it!” he yelled and doubled up his fists.
	“What the fuck!?” giggled Wayne, “You gonna fight me!?”  Wayne was only a head taller than his brother, but he was stocky.  
	“I’m tired of it!” shouted Kevin.
	“What the fuck YOU gonna do about it?” smirked his brother and he darted forward causing Kevin to rear back.  Wayne laughed, “Wuss!”
	‘who is this asshole?’
	“My brother.” Kevin said aloud and without enthusiasm.
	Wayne gave him a curious look, “What?”
	“I SAID—Leave me along, fuckface!”

	Wayne took umbrance at the uncalled for nomenclature and charged his young sib.  He got a sudden taste of his own medicine as the younger sib socked him a good one in the stomach almost causing him to hurl.  Had Kevin been a little more challenging, stronger, he certainly would have succeeded.
	A power thrust upward sent Wayne backwards crashing onto his bed.  Kevin then pounded onto his brother flailing a wail of blows—
	The door flew open and Daddy D’lonra stood menacingly.  Jack D’lonra stood glaring at his misbehaving boys, 
	“What the hell is going on here!?” he demanded in a very demanding fatherly tone.
	“We’re just goofing.” Wayne sputtered.
	“Well goof off in bed!” he yelled.
	The boys scrambled to their own beds, their Dad slammed the door and Kevin sighed.
	‘stick with me, kid,’ said the Voice, ‘and you’ll have your asshole brother eating out of your hand.’
	Kevin sighed, Wayne farted.

*

inches from the edge
	“Sooo, whattya gonna do with your money?”
	“Hide it.” declared Boyd factly.
	“Yeah, me too!” giggled Brianna.
	The night was a warm one at the old train shack.  Behind the shack the unkempt overgrown weeds hid out the numerous bugs and insects.  And they were noisy!  Some feet further and the woods began.  
	“Do the trains stop here at all?”
	“Naw, they used to, my grandpa said, but that was a long time ago.”
	The shack wasn’t much to speak of—green paint that was old-old-old.  The timbers were rotting, no furniture, a pot bellied stove in the middle, and that was about it.
	“You think she’ll do it with him?” Boyd asked.
	“Do what?” Brianna asked back.
	“Go to the friggin’ moon!” Boyd retorted a little angry she didn’t get his unsaid question.  “Sex!” he said in a hoarse whisper.  “Or something close.”
	Brianna shook her, “I don’t think so.”

	Boyd frowned.
	“Do you think you could talk her into it?”
	Brianna stared at him like he had just dropped in from outer fucking space.
	Sighing, Boyd shook his head saying, “Never mind.”  Rolling over on his side he stared out thru one of the two windows in the shack to the million stars in the sky (and farted.)
	Brianna slapped, the boy giggled and ripped another one.
	“Asshole!” Brianna scolded and collected her green army blanket and went outside.
	“Goddamnit.” Boyd bitched to himself.  Girls just don’t appreciate a good butt blast.  He waited a minute than went outside himself.
	The tracks were just some feet from the shack; there was a covered porch but not much else save for the leaky old water tower nearby.  A slight breeze there was, Brianna sat on the edge of the porch with her back against a post.
	Boyd sat next to her—he wanted to say he was sorry, but boys weren’t so good at apologizing—especially for something that was natural (like farting.)
	“Do you think she’s pretty?”
	“Who?”
	“The Queen of England!  Autumn, you dolt!”
	“Yeah, I guess so.  Sure.” Boyd knew better than to get too chummy with the answering of Brianna’s questions.  He was screwing Brianna on a fairly regular basis and was getting to like it—it was way better than humping his hand.
	“Why?” he asked.
	“Just checking.”
	Boyd had a bad feeling.  He wondered if he should say something, like, “Well, you’re better than she is.” That would only get him in trouble—
	“You think she’s prettier than me!?”  “You don’t think she’s pretty?” and a whole host of other questions that would land him in trouble and no nookie!
	Best to keep mouth shut.  (and asshole clenched tight!)
	“He wants to see her pee.” well, so much for clenched mouth.
	“Say what?”
	“He wants to see her peeing; either standing, squatting, thru her panties--”
	“Thru her panties!?”
	“Yep.”

	“Weird.”
	Boyd giggled and noted that when he scooted an inch closer and was shoulder to shoulder against his girl—she didn’t move.  A minute passed; the crickets in the background were NOISY!  June bugs, mosquitoes, and bats filled the sullen evening air.
	“Soooo, do you think she’d let him?”
	Brianna shrugged, she didn’t know, Autumn was kind of—weird.  She wasn’t a naughty girl and had been sheltered most of her life.  Breaking her out of that shell was a toughie.
	“I’ll see what I can do.” Brianna said with a yawn.
	Boyd was elated—and hard.  But it was too hot to fuck and he was tired himself.  The two got comfy (as comfy as it can be on old wooden boards) on the porch and went to sleep.
	Half an hour later and the 10:30 East Bounder roared past them frightening the near life out of them.

*

boners for orphans
	Charity Givvens, Nelly Black, Cynthia Guriez, Tara Shane.
	Ms. Heather Bematt, Ms. Jana Vance, Ms. Louise Corrella.
	The choices were numerous.  Numerous.  Charity, Nelly, Cynthia, and Tara were just SOME of the girls Kevin knew and liked.  Basically EVERY girl he knew he wanted to see naked—or at the very least in their underwear.
	Of course, returning to school also had its hazards, Wade Cargill was waiting for him.
	‘don’t be afraid of him, kid,’ spoke the Voice, ‘relax and let me handle him.’
	Kevin was fearful, he still didn’t have a good handle on how he had been invaded, by WHAT he had been invaded, or how the invader was managing his body.  And had he actually scored with Danica—AND her Mom?  His mind was too fucked up to concentrate.
	Wade Cargill was in a pissy mood and was out for blood.
	There were little places for Kevin to hide—and the Invader/Voice within him forbid it.  ‘you’ll be a pussy to every bully you meet in your life if you keep running from them.’
	It was only a few minutes to First Bell.

	The first swing came behind the cafeteria.  Kevin managed to duck the first blow and swing up to Wade’s belly with his own.  Spinning around for to land a kick to Wade’s belly was met with Wade being a quick learner; Kevin’s outstretched leg was caught—twisted—and flipped.  Kevin hit the hard unforgiving cement.
	The small crowd that had gathered for the massacre ooohed and awed.
	Kevin felt suddenly very ill—and incredibly hurt.  Wade charged up with his big size 12 foot ready to cave Kevin’s face in.  Kevin suddenly drabbed the foot with both hands and shoved it backward.  Wade lost his balance and went down—hard.
	There was no time to waste and young small framed boy Kevin pounced onto Wade’s body wailing on him with a reign of blows finally moving up to SIT on the bully’s face—and fart.	
	The crowd went wild—and someone yelled (again)  “TEACHERS!”

	Popularity was something Kevin D’lonra wasn’t used to; walking the halls and there were guys and gals whispering about his standing up to bully Wade; there were girls who out and out came up to him smiling and giving him their phone numbers, inviting him to a party, etc.
	Charity Givvens, just after 3rd period English Kevin found Charity in the Library.  With the Invader/Voice’s help the girl was directed to the very back of the library rows where it was cool and not well lit.  Charity was in a raspberry short pleated skirt.  Nice.  The girl was thirteen and had a fifteen year old’s body.  Real nice.  That golden hair styled in curls was super nice; she wore some sort of perfume that remind Kevin of cotton candy.
	‘no time to waste, kid.’
	Kevin pressed himself up against the girl, his hands behind her up her skirt, down inside her panties.  He kissed on the girl and moved her underwear down allowing his hands full freedom of exploration.  The boy was beside himself—his cock was bursting out of his jeans, his heart bursting out of his chest!
	Fingering the girl’s pussy was a big thing for Kevin; and surprisingly there was not a lot of poon pie pubes there.  That find only intensified Kevin’s lust and he carefully eased her down to the cold linoleum floor.  Her panties were pulled off and skirt pushed up and Kevin stared longingly at the girl’s poon.  Nice.
	‘time, my boy, time.’ the Voice goaded Kevin to step up his efforts and “get on with it.”

	With her panties off, legs open, Kevin “got on with it” sinking his teenage prick into Charity’s teenage cunt.  She wasn’t a virgin.  Kevin was thankful of that—he hated blood on his cock!  
	As he fucked the unwary girl, Kevin noted as he himself “got off” on “getting off” that the Invader within him was also seemingly enjoying the devilish deed.  The sensation of “getting off” was fantastic.  It was a mindboggling experience to be sure.
	After Charity, Nelly Black.
	Nelly was taken behind the handball courts in the bushes.  She was a cheerleader and in her cheerleader outfit.  Cheerleaders rocked Kevin’s world and Nelly Black (who happened to BE black) thrilled him greatly.  There weren’t a lot of African-Americans at Jonas Creek Middle School, but there were a few, and most of them were girls.  Nelly was by far the prettiest.  With the cheerleader’s cheerleader underwear down (and off), Kevin once more got busy.
	Surprisingly, the kinda shy cheerleader was a virgin.  Kevin didn’t care, he had completely naked and marveled at her wondrous young bod; and despite the girl being a virgin?  her pussy was void of pubes.  Kevin, guided by the Invader, licked out the girl’s pussy sending him into the upper reaches of Earth’s orbit.  The pussy, unlike previous poons, was not musty but sweet smelling—like roses!
	Kevin drove his throbbing hardness into the girl’s virgin territory and humping five minutes into his next class.  He had to dash to his gym and shower off then scramble to his Math class.  A long hard stare he got from Mr. Malcavey but Kevin let it slide and that was that.
	Until 6th period break where he directed Cynthia G to a spot behind the auditorium.  Cynthia was Mexican-American, creamy skin, lovely hair, nice tits.  She had a boyfriend in the 8th grade (and one in 9th grade, too!)  She was a sweet girl and more than once acknowledged Kevin’s existence.
	Tight jeans, semi tight green top.  She smelled nice, too.  Kevin was in love; she reminded him of a pop star girl and more than once did Kevin jerk off to her privately.  Most of the girls at Jonas Creek he thought of and jerked off to privately.  It was a boy thing.
	Not a lot of time so Kevin got the girl’s pants down, then her panties.  A nice crop of poon pubes and another virgin pussy!  That was ok, after easing the girl down onto the ground completely hidden by piled school furniture, cafeteria furniture and abandoned cars, Kevin D’lonra broke in Cynthia Guriez’s poon.

	Walking home after school in a funk Kevin nearly stumbled off the sidewalk when the Voice inside his head said, ‘ever fuck your geeky best friend?’
	“What!?” ‘I mean, WHAT!?’
	‘just thinking out loud.’ the Voice said.
	His companions were concerned and wondered if the bully Wade had hit him a little too hard.  Kevin shrugged their concerns off and geeky dweeboid Paul scooted off for home.  Kevin was in a funk, his mind confused, his cock sore.
	Tara Shane had been the last girl for the day to shag; she was fourteen, pink top, pinkish pants.  She had a black mother, a white father.  The library was once more the setting for “getting some”.  The girl’s attributes were alluring; the girl was soft spoken but not shy or timid.  And like Cynthia, acknowledged his existence on Earth.
	‘try the ass.’ said the Voice.
	Kevin preferred the proper place to place his prick but he was a goer and after drizzling some spittle onto Tara’s puckering asshole poked the hole and slid into himself inward with the girl’s ankles on his shoulders.
	Cornholing really wasn’t Kevin’s thing.  It was a hole to fill and he DID get off but by then his cock was mighty sore leaving his body, cock, and mind in a serious funk.  He was even too shagged out to “go inside” Danica’s house.  He knew what would come of it.  He wasn’t in the mood.
	Wasn’t in the mood!?
	At home he showered and crashed on his bed in his underwear.

Things I didn’t need to know
	“He wants to see you pee.”
	‘Say what?’ Autumn couldn’t even manage a response.
	“I know,” said Brianna, “it’s weird, but he’s a boy and boys are weird like that.”
	The day was hot—and going to get hotter.  The trek home seemed so far away, the weekend adventure seemed so short—and rewarding!  Sixty-five bucks for the each of them!
	“We have to be careful,” warned Boyd, “our parents, aunt/uncle, grandparents, friends find out we’ve got bucks and there’ll be questions.”
	“Not too mention that they’ll want it.”
	“Right.”
	That had been earlier after waking up with the sun.  The girls scooted to the left of the ramshackled building, the boys took the right side and promptly pissed on the cracking green paint.

	The boys went on ahead, leaving the blazing railroad tracks and making for the trail that they knew well running thru the middle of the meadow.  The girls followed slowly behind.
	“Do you think he’s cute?”
	“Who?”
	“The Czar of Russia!  Angus, of course!”
	“I dunno, what do you think, YOU think he’s cute?”
	Toughie.  Brianna sighed, adjusted her pack and wished the meadows had trees.
	“Well, he’s alright.”
	“I hear the boys, and some girls, call him a bunch of names.”
	“Yeah, it’s not nice--”
	“Tugboat Fanny, Lard Butt, Humpty--”
	“Fatty Boom-a-Laddy, Crusher--.”
	“But he’s a nice boy.
	“Yes he is, kind of rude sometimes.”
	The girls giggled and sloughed their way thru the meadow suddenly realizing that they were alone.
	“Oh shit.” Brianna bitched.  She took Autumn’s elbow holding her up.
	“The boys are missing.” she said in a whisper.
	“Not again!”
	then,
	“HEY!” Boyd called up from “somewhere” in the thick grass.
	“Where are you?” Brianna called out.
	Boyd suddenly emerged from the grass that was even taller than himself.  “We’ve found something, come on.” He took Brianna by the hand, Brianna took Autumn and the three scurried thru the masses of swaying grass coming onto a small wooden plank trail that led to an amazing find.
	“Wow.”  “Whoa.” said the girls as they merged out into a large opening.  Before them was a pond, not a small pond like in the woods, this pond stretched twenty feet across and Angus was already in it; naked, too.
	Boyd began stripping off quick and barreled into cool very refreshing water with a big splash.  The girls shrieked but knew that the water was quite a find.  Brianna shucked her clothes and barreled jumped into the water herself.
	“How deep is it?” asked Autumn still clothed lingering at the shore line.
	Angus and Boyd disappeared under the water emerging seconds later spitting pond water, “I can touch the bottom.”

	That didn’t help Autumn.
	“You coming in or not?” Brianna asked.
	Autumn wrinkled her nose, squatted and debated with herself.
	The boys played, finding old pipes and a submerged farm tractor to keep them curious.  Brianna found footing relieving herself of fright that the new found pond would be deep.
	“You gonna come in or sit there all day?” Brianna bitched.
	Autumn squinted her eyes—the day WAS hot, she was exhausted, and with a sigh she pulled off her top, shucked her shorts, and stood in her panties only looking around “just to make sure.”
	The boy missed their chance and didn’t note the girl.  
	With her panties down and off she eased into the new pond almost melting as the new water was very nice.  She even swam out to the middle before realizing that she couldn’t feel the bottom and scurried quickly back to where it was safer.

	Frolic!  Frolic!  Frolic!
	The kids swam, dove to the bottom finding some sort of steel trap door; it was latched and unforgiving.  All sorts of piping there was, huge lengths of wire cable, a large bulldozer tractor on its side, and just the thing for exploring boys to explore—and get themselves into trouble.
	The girls stayed topside noting the though the water was cool and definitely refreshing, it was kinda stinky and the boys were stirring up the muck making the once near pristine water a little murky.
	Boyd shot up to the surface sputtering, “HELP!” he yelled, had to tread water sputtering more to catch his breath, “HE’S TRAPPED!”

*

	Those huge cables weren’t the only cables down in the stirred up murky water, smaller cables were down in the depths tangled up with the two sunken tractors.  Angus was totally freaking out as his ankle was caught in between the bulldozer cab and one of the smaller cables.  The girls and Boyd tried to free him but his foot was very much entangled.
	Autumn shot herself back up to the surface grabbing some air and looking around wildly; Brianna came up doing likewise.  Autumn then darted towards shore,
	“Where you going!” yelled a panicky Brianna.

	Autumn, coughing and sputtering stumbled onto shore grabbing an old water hose.  It was cracked, partly dry, partly coated in muck.  A quick blow blew out the muck encased within the regular water hose.
 	“Here, hold this!” Autumn said giving one end of the hose to Brianna and back down to very panicky Angus she went shoving her end into Angus’ mouth.
	That helped.  The boy was still panicky but he was able to breath.  Brianna treaded water until she began to tire then found new footing on that submerged tractor and held on, keeping in mind to keep her end of the hose up above surface.
	Boyd finally managed to get his friend’s foot out of the entangled cable and with Autumn’s help escorted him up to the surface where there was plentiful air.
	Angus sputtered, heaved, and didn’t look well.
	“Come on, Fat Boy, don’t die on me now!” coughed Boyd.
	“SON (heave-heave) OF-A (heave-sputter-heave) BITCH!”
	He had a headache big time, so did Autumn.  The group sat on the shore recovering.  Boyd trying not to think of what would have happened had it not been for that hose.
	“How’d you think of that?” he asked of Autumn.
	“Saw something like it on a movie.” she replied.
	“Wow.” Boyd said shaking his head.
	“You saved my life!” blurted Angus still heaving.
	Autumn shrugged and offered a meager smile.
	Angus put out his hand extending his pinky, “Buds.” he said.
	Autumn did likewise and they were forever bonded as “buds.”

Bang ‘em all, let something-something sort ‘em out
	“Did you hear what happened to Wade?”
	The gossip on the small school campus didn’t take long to travel—and travel back to the cause of what happened to Wade.
	“What?” Kevin asked.
	“His Dad beat the shit out of him.” replied a fellow student.
	“WHAT?” then, “Why?”
	“’cause YOU beat the shit out HIM!”
	Wade Cargill’s Dad had beaten his son ‘cause some pipsqueak boy at school had beaten him.  That sucked.
	“That’s messed up.” Kevin said.  He felt badly for Wade, but he got over it and went on with his day.

	Ms. Heather Bematt
	She was twenty-six or therebouts, tall, blond, blue eyes, skirt type person.  She always smelled so good, she always smiled, and was one of the more encouraging teachers at Jonas Creek Middle School.  She had nice tits, too.
	Arriving early one morning, young horndog Kevin D’lorna found her (stalked) in her office just arriving.  
	“Oh, hello, Kevin.” she said sweetly.  It was the last thing she remembered.
	‘we have to be quick.’ the Voice said, ‘you don’t have a lot of time, nor do I.’
	Kevin acknowledged and discreetly closed (and locked) the door.
	‘What?  What was that you said, YOU don’t have a lot of time.’
	‘later, kid, down to business.’
	Kevin was confused, but that was the norm.  In Ms. Bematt’s small office there was a desk, two shelves of books, two odd shaped bookcases, and a funky dark green vinyl love seat.  Kevin eased his English teacher to the sofa, hands up her skirt taking hold of her panties and getting them down and then off.
	‘don’t waste too much time, kid.’ cautioned the Voice. 
	Kevin pushed up the light Summery peach colored skirt, opened her legs and took a moment to admire her no-pube-in-sight pussy.  Kevin’s cock ached; he had laid off sinking it or even handjobbing for a day and then some—but still, his cock ACHED.
	Time it took to undo the woman’s blouse but he did so anyways to free those twin dynamites.  Thirty-eight Bs.  Nice.  Real nice.  Kevin stood lingering, lusting, salivating.
	‘you gonna fuck her or stare at her?’
	Kevin obliged his Invader and stripped off his clothes, mounted Ms. Bematt and “got busy.”
	Oh it felt good!  His mind fell to Danica—and Danica’s Mom.  His cock surged and for a moment he tried to discern the difference between screwing Danica, her Mom, Charity, Nelly, etc. and Ms. Bematt.  He couldn’t.  Each pussy was different and each pussy gave its own unique sensations to his invading cock.
	Kevin gyrated around, pumped hard, pulled out and humped the woman’s gash, spilled his seed and drove his cock clear inside stretching his meat stick for a dramatic finish.

	Jana Vance
	Other than the few African-American students at the middle school, there, too, was African-American faculty members.  Two of them, one was Mr. Haberstat, he taught advanced science and biology for student who could handle dissection and other gross crap in the bio world.
	The other was Ms. Jana Vance.
	Ms. Vance was in her thirties or somewhere thereabout.  She was not too tall, smelled great, smiled all the time, and Kevin had heard her fart!  He always masturbated to her, thinking of her riding his cock, her black beauties bouncing on her chest, her saying “I’ll give you an “A” if you make me cum!”
	It made Kevin cum.  During lunch period he found the History 1 teacher making for the faculty lounge.  It was long suspected that the teachers who went in there did so to smoke, smoke weed, sleep, talk about the stupid students, and fuck.
	Behind the faculty lounge was a good as place as any.  The woman wore some funky material possibly polyester and other assorted like blends in the “gold” and “black” motif.  She had a certain scent about her that just drove the young naughty controlled boy mad.  
	After several long enduring minutes and no cumming off, Kevin took a break laying on the awesome instructor tensing up when he heard voices and smelt a familiar scent he didn’t approve of—cigarette smoke.  It was quite an event getting his clothes on and then getting Ms. Vance dressed.  There was no getting her back to where she had last been where she would last remember being.
	Three instructors and a security guard were close, right around the corner.  Kevin barely had time to barrel over the half wall and lay in the mud that was along the edge.  The group found the dazed Ms. Vance and the guard suspected she was either on drugs or HAD been drugged.
	‘Ut-oh.’
	‘problem?’
	‘If they suspect an EMAD in use or something like that they’ll freak out and call an emergency.”
	That wasn’t good.
	Kevin slinked his way to the gym, showered, and waited by his locker for the siren.
	It didn’t come.
	That was good ‘cause Kevin met the last teacher on his List, Louise Corrella.

	Young Kevin had no more to give—he was give out!  Walking home with Danica (and Paul) was a long walk.  Kevin’s Invader/Voice kinda sorta wanted MORE.  Ms. Louise Corrella had been the last that Kevin could do.  He had no more left!  He needed a rest and for once, the Invader in his head was willing to let him be.  For now.
	That lasted a couple of days.  Not a word from the Invader during that time.  Kevin enjoyed two days of being “on his own.”  He didn’t even play with himself and tried-tried-tried to keep his thoughts pure.  Of course, every girl he saw, the girls he had recently had his way with, the three hot teachers, Danica, and his own sister at home made those thoughts a little less pure.
	On the third day he was feeling a little better—he’s cock was a little less sore anyways.  The Invader laid low for the school day, Wade Cargill was back in school—and avoided Kevin.  Kevin felt sorry for him, the boy had an arm in a cast and his face was all puffy, including a black eye.
	After school and walking his girl to her door,
	“Let’s go inside.” she said cheerfully.
	Kevin was game.
	Danica’s Mom was home, too.
	In Danica’s room Kevin enjoyed watching her strip down to her skin.  Discarding her top and pants was one thing, but watching her bra come off and then her panties being slid down her lovely-lovely legs—that was fucking awesome!
	Kevin slipped off his clothes and stood with a mighty erection.  Danica came to it, admired it, then began stroking it while she stood against him.  Being a little on the short side—Kevin had a very nice confrontation with the girl’s boobs.  They were small, hand sized, and lovely to look it.
	Danica finally went to her knees and took Kevin’s schlong into her mouth.  The Voice inside Kevin’s head made satisfactory sounds of delight.  Kevin made the same sounds.  Sinking his prick into pussy was good but a blowjob was fucking fantastic!
	On the bed and the lovemaking began.  Kevin took his time, though he had had two days to recover—his cock began to ache and he knew two days just wasn’t enough.  It was frustrating but he managed to push down the ache and soreness and after licking out Danica’s cunt for a few minutes he sunk his prick into her hot fuckable shaven snatch.
	He felt himself cumming off straightaway.  It couldn’t be helped.  His cock remained satisfyingly stiff, though.  Danica’s nipples stiffened and Kevin made slow even strokes, pumping gently for five minutes before a new feeling orgasmic swelled and he melted on her.

	A nice cold shower felt great!  It helped revitalize his cock and that was good ‘cause the Voice wanted Kevin to ‘go find Lynn.’  Kevin sighed, got dressed and went to find Danica’s Mom.

	It was unbelievable—inconceivable the amount of sex young Kevin D’lonra was getting.  And it wasn’t over—in a whirlwind happenstance things at home escalated out of proportion.  It started with his brother, Wayne.  Wayne was a bully—but mostly to his young sibling due to Kevin’s small size it was an easy thing to “bully” the boy about—so he did.
	For some days, though, Wayne had laid off of his brother since that one evening past when the little bro had showed his stuff.  The brashness of his bro had taken Wayne off his guard.  That soon ended and soon the big brother was once more pushing, tripping, smacking, punching his little brother to the point where Kevin had had enough—again.
	So in their room the boys got into it with Kevin once more getting the “upper hand” and pummeling his bully brother to the point where Wayne realized he was in some sort of trouble.
	“I give!  I give!” he yelled.  He half sort of wanted their Dad to come in on them and yell.  He knew there would be more than “yelling” involved despite their ages, but he was getting pummeled (by his younger brother!)
	Daddy Jack didn’t come in on them, though; Wayne lay on the floor between the beds; his balls had been kneed in, a reign of blows had assaulted his chest and his head hurt, too.
	‘on your knees.’
	“On your knees.”
	The Voice operated in Kevin’s head directing him (commanding) into demoralizing his bullying brother.  Kevin wasn’t sure if the Voice had control over Wayne or Wayne was just following thru not wanting to get pummeled anymore.  But Wayne got up to his knees and—
	‘take your pants down.’
	Kevin hesitated.  ‘What?’
	‘take your pants DOWN!’
	Kevin tried at first to hold back and NOT take his pants down—but found that he was unable to do so.  His pants became undone and he found himself pushing them down.
	‘undies, too.’
	Kevin didn’t know what was going on but he knew that he wasn’t going to like it.

	Kevin worked his mouth up and down his brother’s tool.  Kevin had mixed feelings about that deed; he sort of liked it (hey, it was a blowjob), but he was sort of turned off, too.  It wasn’t so much that it was his BROTHER giving him head but the fact that it was a GUY.  Kevin wasn’t so sure about accepting pleasure from another dude.
	But then he got to liking it.
	Getting an orgasm was a toughie, he was already spent and then some and need at least a week before sperm production could resume.  Wayne sucked and sucked and sucked.  Kevin enjoyed it but not fully 100 percent.
	Then,
	‘stand up, bitch.’
	‘I am standing.’
	‘not you, dumbass.’
	Wayne stood up, stripped off clothes, and proceeded to masturbate, jerking off onto his brother’s cock and balls.  Both boys were about the same size—despite Wayne being some years older.  Kevin could hear in an echoy effect in his noggin the Voice’s commands being directed to Wayne.  Wayne seemed all to readily accepting of submitting giving Kevin reason to believe that the bullying brother was like Danica and her Mom, the teachers and girls.
	After Wayne had cum all over Kevin’s cock and balls, the boy returned to his knees—and sucked his brother’s cum laden cock and balls cleaning them completely.  Kevin was a little grossed out—and surprised at how readily Wayne did the service job usually set aside for a girl.
	After the oral job,
	‘turn around.’
	‘Me?’
	‘yeah, dumbass, you.’
	Kevin turned around, laid onto his bed—and spread his cheeks.
	Brother Wayne surprised Kevin by—licking his hole.
	Cocksucking and ball washing was one thing—but bung hole licking?  It seriously creeped Kevin out and made him very uncomfortable.  More of that uncomfortable feeling was to cum when Wayne made anal entry into Kevin’s hole.
	Kevin cried out in some anguish and much displeasure—but the Voice in his head wouldn’t listen, wouldn’t pay heed to his Host’s cries.  ‘take it,’ he said, ‘take it like a bitch you are.’
	It became apparent that the Invader/Voice was a devil.

	After Wayne got his—Kevin got his!
	Wayne rammed his brotherly wang into his brother’s tight-tight sphincter fucking him righteously for several minutes finally managing a nice thrusting orgasm.  It was the first time he had ever sodomized his brother.  That isn’t to say it was his first time sodomizing…
	Kevin lay with his asshole smoldering.  He bitched and bitched and bitched to the Voice, ‘Hey, I don’t like that shit!’ to wit the Voice replied,
	‘tough.’
	‘I think I want you to leave.’ Kevin said still laying on his stomach on his bed squeezing his ass cheeks in hopes of relaxing the severe discomfort from his fresh fucked asshole.
	The Voice gave no response and after a few quiet minutes directed his young Host to a new devilish deed; ‘turn about is fair.’  Kevin didn’t get that but was directed to ‘stand up’ and ‘fuck him.’ plain and simple.  Wayne laid on his back on his bed, legs back, waiting.
	‘Hey!  HEY!’ shouted Kevin to the Voice, ‘No fucking way!’
	‘yes, way—either fuck him—or lick him.’ pause for dramatic effect ‘your choice.’  some choice.
	Kevin tried with all his might to resist.  But resistance was futile.  In no absolute way was he going to lick out his brother’s cornhole—and he was less enthused about cocksucking and ball washing.  So ass mastering was the thing.  Surprisingly, too, Kevin’s pud was rock hard.  A little spittle dribble and some sincere grunting and Kevin was plowing the road into his brother’s rectum.  (surprisingly discovering how easy it was to make that plowing!)
	The boys risked getting caught but they left their shared room, naked, and made for the hall bathroom where they showered together.  Wayne once more sucking his brother’s tool; Kevin once more sodomizing Wayne.  After the shower and they were drying, Wayne fucked his little brother’s ass and did the “reach around”, too.
	In the living room, hard ass Jack D’lonra watched tv while 1960s ish Mom cleaned the kitchen.  In her own bedroom, seventeen year old Karen D’lorna lay out on her bed clad merely in her panties—sound asleep due to a vigorous pussy workout.
	After their bout in the bathroom, the boys slid quietly and easily onto their sister’s bed…