August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Five
Dom’s Way Home
(detours along the way)

OK, so what's the speed of dark?
	Forgive me, Father, I am sin
	They were spotted making their way slowly across the desert-scape being unconcerned about their surroundings—just letting their horses take them along known horse trails further and further out into the desert.  The area was not too desolate, chocked with jutting boulders and small trickling springs, patches of sparse grass and wildflowers.
	The girls were young, just about ten or so with one girl having a bit more in the titty department than the other two so her young developing titties jiggled nicely as her horesy gaited along merrily not concerned where he went.
	Suddenly, the horse the girl with the nicer set of developing titties reared up and deposited her on the ground.  She fell hard and instantly was knocked out.  Wearing a cowboy hat and not a helmet she was knocked out-out.  Her young friends with smaller titties but titties nonetheless freaked out.
	A little rain came to her aid.  Sorta.
	Ashley lay on the desert ground with no obvious signs of trauma other than being unconscious.  Her friends, Jurney, and Margeaux were freaking out beside her and were taken only mildly to an alarmed state as the stranger came upon them.  He instantly went to running his hands up and down Ashley’s body—her limbs first, then her head and torso.
	“Is she DEAD!” wailed Margeaux who seemed the most upset.
	Rain (Frisco) shook his head and smiled to the pretty blond haired girl, “No, just knocked out.” And knocked out good; in his pocket was a little device that would help matters along should she begin to become conscious.

	He had tried to reconcile himself with the little “gadget” in his pocket; he had tried to absolve himself of the electronic device and go about his way.  But he was attached to it—he enjoyed it (or at leastways, the pleasures that the gadget brought him).  
	The girls were ten years young.  Ashley was a brown haired girl, brand new jeans, cowgirl vest, red cowgirl shirt, and brand new cowgirl hat.  She was cute and damn cute.  Cuter was her blond haired friend, Margeaux; her skin was perfect, she spoke perfectly, and wore equally brand new cowgirl clothing.  Jurney Smoltz was the token black and though her clothes were not brand new they weren’t well worn in, either.
	Rain traveled his hands down the unconscious girl’s chest area, copping a feel mostly but his couple of years at Med School also played a part.  There was no blood in the ears or nose and the eyes were ok.  A large bump on the back of noggin suggested the truth—a simple case of unconsciousness due to trauma.  But the trauma was not significant.
	While Margeaux and Jurney sobbed and fretted, Rain undone Ashley’s shirt.  There was an undershirt to contend with; Rain easily worked his hand up under the shirt and found a soft dainty bra containing the young buds he sought.  After seeking them—he revealed them.  Moving the equally dainty undershirt up over her breasts and undone the clasp of the pink bra and freed the delights.  As he began fondling them it was then that Jurney stopped sobbing and began to realize, “Hey!”
	Too late.
	Rain continued his exam ruse, having Jurney come and nestle her friend’s head in her lap.  Jurney had unique looks, along with the unique name.  Bright, sunny, cheerful, perfectly straight amazingly white teeth, hair in rows, multicolored braids, no earrings or finger rings.  She even smelled good despite having been riding her horsey over an hour.
	“Should we go for help?” Jurney asked.
	“Not just yet,” Rain said, “if your friend comes out of this and is ok, that’s great.  But if we’ve called in help and they come and she’s “ok”, we’re not going to be.”
	“Whattya mean?” Jurney asked.
	“Emergency crews, the sheriff’s departments, fire and rescue don’t like coming out on calls where the victim is “ok”; they get mad and cite you for it and you have to pay a fine.”
	Margeaux was shocked.  Jurney nodded her head and understood.
	“What if she doesn’t wake up?” 
	“Then we call for help.” Rain said to Jurney.
	Rain continued his exam; the patient was breathing ok, good pulse, reacted to his pinching of her skin—especially her nipples.  Up and down her sides, her belly, and back to her developing breasts—then to her cowboy jeans.
	Once more Jurney and Margeaux thought it a bit odd, but the man seemed professional and the girls waited.  The sun was not too hot for the day, there was a cooling breeze, and they were far from where they were supposed to be.
	Down came Ashley’s brand new jeans revealing her possibly brand new green cotton panties.  With the jeans at her also brand new boots, Rain traveled his hands up and down her legs, opening them a bit and getting up to her crotch.  Jurney began to get the heebie-jeebies when Rain began fingering her friend’s pussy area.
	“Are you sure you’re supposed to do that?” she asked off-handedly.
	Rain looked up to her, “Yep.” And sensing the girl’s fright he produced the EMAD in his western southwestern Navajo vest.
	“What’s that?” Margeaux asked.
	“That, my dear, allows me to perform the rest of my examining of your young friend without interruption.” And he pressed a button.
	Then another button, then another and then another.  When done, Margeaux Brewster and Jurney Smoltz were non-interrupting.  They were “aware” but unable to do react as they should or wanted.  They tried, especially Jurney, who could almost move on her own will but it was difficult.  Margeaux just simple gave up and gave in.
	Dr. Rain continued his exam.

	Margeaux’s mouth fell open wide enough to hide a battleship as down came her friend’s green panties.  Dr. Rain then opened the girl’s legs and felt about the area of her crotch, then began massaging the unconscious girl’s pussy with his thumb.
	Jurney though merely ten knew there was more going on than a simple “exam.”  It was an exam, alright, but not a professional one.  (Although, Dr. Rain would beg to differ.)  He thumbed Ashley’s pussy, massaging it; working it until it began to glisten.  Then his expert intrusive finger determined her virgin status—which was intact.  And to further blow Ashley’s friends’ minds, Dr. Rain “went down” on Ashley engulfing her whole pussy and enjoying himself immensely.

	An aircraft carrier could hide in young Margeaux’s mouth as she watched Dr. Rain’s questionable activities.  She didn’t know quite what to think as she had never-ever seen the like before.  Margeaux was a little naïve, sheltered, protected, and it was a wonder that she had been allowed to go out of sight from her domineering family.
	Before anything else could happen, or be “examined”, Jurney moved.
	Margeaux (after closing her mouth) realized that she could move, too.  Not very much, but they could move.  Margeaux had no idea what it meant and was frightened.  Jurney, however, knew exactly what it meant—the electronic hold that had held her wasn’t.  She didn’t know how long it would last or how much she could get away with.  She had to think.
	There wasn’t much time to think, though, the doctor guy was getting carried away with his examination of Ashley; her boots were pulled off, and then her pants and panties.  Then her shirt and soon she was nude.  The Doctor rolled her over and began massaging Ashley’s ass, parting the cheeks and having himself a real good look.  When he undone his pants—Margeaux was unable to breathe and held her mouth open enough to hide the 7th Fleet.  Jurney, however, had clasped her hand to a rock.
	The rock it was hot but she put away the sting of the rock’s heat to come up and bash it against the doctor’s head just as he got his penis out.  She did manage to catch him off guard but he deflected most of the attack with his arm.  The rock came loose from her hands and went hurdling to his head and then dropping to his shoulder.  It was a significant attempt and a significant rock.  Neither, though, did the thing Jurney had wanted.
	The man reacted too quickly and put his hands about Jurney’s throat hoisting her up to where there was space between her feet and the ground.  She kicked but mostly feared for her life as the man’s hands went about her throat cutting off her ability to breathe.
	Margeaux was not much of a help; she screamed and broke out into sobs instead of anything else.  The man relaxed his grip and set Jurney back on the ground—but didn’t release his tight throat constricting grip.  Jurney held his hands trying to dislodge them—didn’t work but it was worth a try.
	“Stand up.” Dr. Rain said to Margeaux.
	Margeaux had a hard time complying; she was a wreck with emotions but managed to stand.
	“Take off your clothes.”
	This command was met with stunned silence and extreme awe.
	Jurney kinda figured it was coming.  They were all going to be raped (and then some.)
	“Take off your clothes,” said the Doctor calmly, “or I’ll choke her.”
	“Take off your fucking clothes!” bitched-sputtered Jurney.
	Margeaux didn’t follow the man’s commands but she did comply with her best friend’s command.  Slowly.  
	Margeaux sniveled all the while she pulled off one piece of clothing at a time.  When she started stumbling taking off her boots (while still standing) Dr. Frisco released Jurney and steadied Margeaux.
	“If you run, if you attack me again, you or one of your friends will suffer.  Understand?” Jurney nodded as the question was directed at her.
	“Good,” said Rain, “now,” he said with a Devil’s smile, “take off YOUR clothes.”
	Jurney nearly melted but began to slowly undress herself, too.
	Margeaux stood in her pink panties ‘cause that’s the way the doctor wanted her.  He then stood before her waggling his seriously hard cock completely blowing the young girl’s mind.  She had never seen one.  She had seen wee little boys’ wee-wees but the concept of a MAN’s cock was just not there.
	Meanwhile, Ashley Michelle lay with a subdural hematoma.

	With Margeaux and Jurney in their panties only, Dr. Frisco undressed himself and stood gallantly before them, just in his socks.  The girls were in their socks, too—the sand was a little hot.  Blatantly he masturbated before them giving them the full measure of a guy’s personal doings.  
	The girls got more than an eyeful; they had to come up (together) and help—help masturbate.  Strangely, Margeaux had gotten a hold of herself and though the deed of putting her hand on the man’s cock was vile-vile-vile; she did it anyways.  It was Jurney who was more timid and not so much into clasping her hand about the schlong.
	“Either do it or take a spanking.” the Doctor said. 
	Jurney didn’t want a spanking; she clenched up and admitted that her Daddy often spanked her.
	“Pants on?”
	Jurney nodded; pants on usually.
	“Pants down?”
	That, too.
	“Ever get spanked with your panties down?”
	Jurney nodded, last year when she had smarted off to her Dad, backtalked.  She got yanked so hard it made her dizzy—too dizzy to realize that she was with her pants and panties down and across her Daddy’s lap and his big construction worker’s hand blistering her ass fiercely.
	“Ever smart off or backtalk him again?” 
	Jurney shook her head, “Hell no!” ‘is you crazy!?’
	“Lessoned learned then, huh?”
	Margeaux had never been spanked.  (first time for everything!)
	After a few minutes of giving the doctor a handjob, the girls had to ‘lean in and kiss it.’  Neither girl wanted to do it but again, it was Margeaux who did it firstly.  Dr. Frisco moaned as the girl’s sweet lips touched the head of his dick; she was truly exceptional in the “cute” department; other than being blond she was just radiant in glowing beauty.  Dazzling blue eyes, a shimmering glowing face; dainty nose, and general all around sweetness.
	Then, of course, there were her lips—gently kissing Dr. Rain Frisco’s glistening cock.  To Jurney’s horror, the man put his hand behind Margeaux’s head and pushed his manstick into her mouth.
	Margeaux didn’t quite for that shit.  When she tried to rear her head back the man’s reflexes were just as quick at spanking her as he had been deflecting Jurney’s earlier attack.  Margeaux began to cry but took the man’s bone and while she wailed she sucked.
	It wasn’t a long suck, a few pumps and the man pulled out to hump her sweet face.  Then it was Jurney’s turn.  Jurney backed up, reared her head back and shook her head.  “No way!” she exclaimed—“You’re not sticking that in MY mouth!”
	Wrong.
	The naughty doctor quickly lashed out and grabbed the black girl, jerking her to him and landing a hellish swat to her ass.  She was pinned hard against his body and her panties were jerked down and another swat smacked her black ass.
	“Suck it or take some more.” said the Doctor angrily.
	“Fuck you!” shouted back the girl angrier.
	Wrong again.
	Dr. Frisco unleashed a flurry of swats to the girl’s ass turning the chocolate skin to a bright red until finally the girl screamed, “Ok-ok, you white motherfucker!”
	Margeaux was on her knees wailing—watching thru her sobs as Jurney fully took the white man’s cock.  She sucked and sucked and sucked; gagged and gagged and gagged.  Her head was jerked back and held roughly in the man’s hand, his other hand caressing her smallish breasts, keeping her upright while going down her body, slipping his fingers into her virgin cunt.
	Dr. Frisco calmed himself and spent several minutes fingering the black girl’s pussy.  Eyeing Margeaux he smiled at the frightened girl.
  
	“Do you gotta pee?” he asked her.
	She didn’t.  Shame.
	While Jurney sat on her hands and knees with legs open wide, Margeaux pulled off her pants (her own) and fetched some water from her horse’s saddlebag.  Jurney’s horse, as well as Ashley’s, had wandered off.  
	Margeaux drank the entire water bottle.  Then remained standing just askew from Jurney while the man put his cock into new action.  Jurney’s eyes bulged and she wriggled her ass.  The Doctor tolerated some of the wriggling but when she fussed too much she got smacked.  Her hole was fingered and deeply explored.  She had never taken dick in her ass (or anywhere.)  She WAS just beginning to finger herself but nothing more.
	All over the black girl’s ass did Dr. Rain examine the girl’s ass with his cock.  Between her legs, too; with serious intent on probing her hole.  The girl sobbed, clenched, and felt an unwanted penetration.  Margeaux was told to lie down on her clothes, open her legs, and finger herself.  The very cute girl complied with fuss.  Dr. Rain found stern resistance in his anal intrusion and had to finger fuck the girl’s hole more and more.

	“I have to pee.” announced Margeaux.
	Dr. Rain Frisco smiled at her, nodded, and gave her the indication that she could get up—and pee.  He himself was part way into her black friend’s asshole reaming her butthole but good!
	Margeaux stood and began inching down her panties—
	“NO!” almost shouted Rain, “Leave ‘em on.”
	Margeaux didn’t get it, ‘but I thought you said I could pee?’
	“Stand up—and go ahead.  Pee.”
	Margeaux got it then, she wasn’t that dense.  She was a little horrified, though.  She had never-ever (on her own) peed in her panties.  Clenching and standing in rising disgust Margeaux relinquished her bladder and began to pee.  A spurt there was firstly and then a mighty stream of relief.  The Doctor eyed the girl as she pissed thru her panties—he then gave a mighty shove and crammed a bit more tube steak into Jurney’s crapper.
	When the flood or urine had finished, “NOW you can take them off.”
	Margeaux didn’t get why the horrible man had wanted her to pee in her underwear—that was just gross and silly.  But she stood completely naked being well basted by the sun’s increasing rays.  The heat of the day was beginning to intensify its scorching—but stiff cooling breezes buffeted the desert crew and managed to keep them moderately cool.

	Using Margeaux soiled pissed in panties, naughty Doctor on-call wiped his soiled cock clean.  “Don’t you dare move, not even an inch!” he warned the well butt-fucked Jurney.  The timid girl horrified beyond belief nodded and while sitting on her sore aching ass, arms back, legs open,  watched as friend Margeaux was raped.  It wasn’t an easy thing to do; Margeaux’s body was somewhat small, she was young, and a virgin.
	But fucked she was.  Rain found the girl to be very pleasing; with his hand over her mouth he lay on her, holding her still with his powerful adult body.  His cock wasn’t all the way but enough was to please him.  Margeaux’s legs thrashed about and she just flailed so—spanking her hips wasn’t doing any good.  Rain just laid on her, nearly smothering her, hand over her mouth, cock in her pussy, and pumped a steady pump with one hand cupping her dainty little ass.
	Little Ashley began to twitch and make noise.  Jurney knew she needed medical help—true medical help and not from the fucking white asshole bastard raping her lily white friend.  Slowly she picked up the rock again (from earlier.)
	‘Fucking white bastard.’ she said and with all her might brought it down on his head.

*

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	It was typical of a boy (of any age) to invest in a little spying now and then—as well as often as possible.  Ted Griffon was all about spying, especially on his heart throb (as well as cock throb) Melody Brighton and Bradley Barnon.  Both girls were HOT!  And both girls were cooling themselves down with a little skinny dipping in a remote reclusive pond.
	Melody was nigh but fifteen, Bradley was Ted’s age, sixteen.  Both girls had fine-fine bodies.  Fine.  And coupled with the fact that they had ditched their clothes (as they so often did) on the small shore surrounding the hidden pool of water in the desert and were thusly naked in said pool, they were DAMN FINE!
	The rock Ted lay on was HOT—but not as hot as the two babes splashing about in the water thirty feet below him.  And the problem was only intensified as Ted Griffon knew them and knew them well; they not only went to school together but worked together at a horse farm.
	Ted Griffon, though, had no idea that he himself was being watched.

	Not far away more “watching” had been done; the day was hot but there were two young individuals who finding ways to make it even hotter.  Two boys had found their own pond—it was shallow and had only become a pond due to being damned up.  It was a “creek” rather and fed via underground travel the other pond…
	The boys were naked and having their own frolic; closely they were frolicking—grinding their young very tan bodies together as well as experimental kissing.  Groping, fondling, naked sun tan bodies grinding with arms and legs akimbo till finally Nickolas Jefferies “assumed” the position.  Friend (and what a friend!) Josh Ghabar got behind him.  Their bodies were luscious, soft, warm, tan, and naked.  While young pre-teen Josh stuck his friend Nick in the ass, young friend Nick pulled on his own pud; making faces, grunts, and commands—“Fuck me, bitch; fuck me hard!”
	Who was Josh to turn down a friend’s request?
	It was wondrous to see the two lads; the sun gently kissed them; desert breezes whipped around and down into their secret cove; water and sweat dripped off of their vivacious bodies; and Josh Ghabar, twelve years young of the desert town of Town, “put it to” his friend, Nick.
	And Director Joey with Producer Jessie observed it all.

	Nick received; spread his cheeks and seriously tugged on his wang.
	Josh gave; thrusting deeply (or as deeply as a twelve year old boy’s dick could thrust) spanking his friend’s ass and fucking him like he had fucked a few times before.  But each time, of course, felt new and different.
	Josh made the three minute mark before unleashing his love cream.  He then pounded his friend’s ass all the harder straining and pumping his adequate cock until he was wasted.  Then he pulled out and squirted more goo onto his friend’s tanned cheeks.
	Nick then got his turn with Josh laying down and pulled his legs back.  Josh then went down on his friend—sucking his balls and licking his soon to be filled creampie hole.  Just a brief lick and then he was up between his friend’s legs stuffing him like he had been there before and knew how.  And he had.
	The fucking began and went for several minutes—young Nick’s dick buried itself to the base squashing up against Josh’s ball sack.  The boys giggled and laughed; Josh tugged on his cock but it was sore and just about too sore to be fooled with.
	When he finally got his rocks off, he lay on his friend; Josh let his legs down and once the boys giggled as they meshed their fine nude bodies together.  Then, slowly—something began to happen.
	Neither boy could make since of what was happening—to them.  They stood up and found their clothes, but only put on their shoes (but carried them.)  Then, slowly, they walked up nakedly to the rim of the depressed cove.
	After that there was a “blank” spot in their mind about what happened next—the next thing they knew they were at a small building of corrugated steel built partially into a ridge of rocks.  A miner’s shack long abandoned; but not quite abandoned.
	The boys saw themselves moving—moving inside and Josh had the feeling that they were not alone.  But to describe who was with them or whatever—they couldn’t.  There was a large open room with not much of a floor and no furniture but broken pieces resembling furniture—and a large iron bed with a bare mattress on it.
	There was a half door and thru it they went.  There was an immediate air temperature change as well as light.  The hallway was short and then there was another door to a small room where some girls were.  Naked girls.  Naked teenage girls!  Oh!  OH!
	The boys were plopped down and that was that.  There was something of a “blank” spot in their minds again that couldn’t be made sense of.  They were secured but they couldn’t figure how.
	They were soon joined by two more teenage girls, naked; and a teenage boy—also naked.  Two men were with, clothed, but with boners raging and huge smiles on their heads.

*

	Nina Munchez sat with her back to the tin/corrugated rusting panel.  If she ever got out of the situation she was in—she would need a tetanus shot for the numerous cuts to her fingers.  She sat still no longer quite capable of thinking.  After a horrid stint of sexual depravity in the other outer room, she and the others were brought back to the original room.  After what seemed an eternity Nina and Grace began again trying to free themselves.
	The girls worked steadily on the tin panel they had managed to move and when there was sufficient clearance it was Nina who made the attempt.  There was clearance for her head if she turned it to one side; but her titties were not so giving.  There, too, was a big fucking boulder the building was up against and so there was not much room to maneuver.  
 	Cutting free the ropes binding their hands wasn’t happening—they were cutting their fingers with dirty shards of glass and making things worse.
	Then, as Nina struggled with the small space under the tin panel—it moved.  The heavy corrugated rusting panel came to rest on Nina’s throat—it only stopped decapitating her by being hung up by the nail the girls had fought against earlier in their attempts to move it.
	Grace managed to move the panel up enough with Heather’s help and Nina crawled herself back out into the room fully convinced that she would not endeavor to do that again.
	They needed a new plan.
	 But before a new plan could be implemented—
	Newcomers came.  The two men left them to acquaint themselves alone for a time returning hours later.  So it was Nina, Erica, Heather, Grace, Nickolas, Josh, Ted, Meldoy and Bradley.
	Nickolas, Josh, and Ted were going to be very happy about their predicament.  Melody, Bradley, Grace, Heather, Erica, and Nina—not so much.  The “getting to know you” introductory period lasted some hours at which time the two men appeared—clothed this time.  Melody and Ted were called for.  Nick and Josh were a little dumbfounded and clueless.
	In the outer room, Melody was tossed a pair of panties—all the clothing of the group had been collected and piled into a heap.  The panties weren’t Melody’s specifically but she put them on just the same.  No other clothing, though; just the undies.
	Melody, like Ted, was “aware” but fright and a little mind control kept her civil.  She fought the mind control but was powerless against the fright.  
	Scene One/Act One
	Scene:  Inside an abandoned miner’s shack; partial floor of old rotting wood planks, cement slab, and ground.  One window, one door, skylight; windows are smudged with dirt and age.  One large iron bed with bare mattress occupies space at one end of the shack’s interior.  The remains of cabinets and counters on the other side of the shack indicating something of a kitchen.  A wooden spool served as a table, an old sink and water pump was there, too.
	Actors enter from off-stage.  “Melody” comes in mostly naked and stands facing the bed rubbing her ass.  Actor “Ted” comes in completely unclothed.  His penis is hard and “ready.”  Melody bends over, rubs her ass, spreads her stance, and pats her ass.  

 	Ted moves up behind her and slaps his penis against her ass; puts it down between her legs and simulates intercourse.

	For “actor” Ted, it was a dream cum true.  But he didn’t overly like the way it was coming about or his inability to be himself.  He knew that an EMAD or some sort of mind controlling device was being used—Melody would not be so willing to be “act.”
	Ted followed the Director’s cues whispered into an ear piece in his ear (where else would an ear piece be?).  He was told, too, to act on his own “enjoy yourself.”  That was a little hard to do as he knew Melody was unwilling.  But then again, Ted smiled and realized that Melody wouldn’t know how much “willingness” Ted had or didn’t!  hmmm
	Melody tugged her panties down—they weren’t hers but actually friend Bradley’s.  Ted’s cock went right up between her legs humping against her pussy.  Melody was not a virgin.  Placing her hands on the soiled mattress she spread her stance some and waited.
	Up and down and all around Melody’s cunt did Ted move his throbbing cock.  He was not a virgin, either, but hadn’t gotten all the “action” as he proclaimed to his buddies.  And sinking his pud into the likes of Melody was one incredible dream he couldn’t believe.
	For the moment of penetration to Melody’s cunt there was a strange peace, a calmness—a nothingness.  The head of his cock went in just enough to conceal the head of his dick; then, as each subsequent inch went in a little more there was more feeling of awareness.  The sensation of penetration was sensational!  Holy fucking crap!  He was fucking Melody Brighton!
	Melody wriggled and was uncomfortable; being naked was a problem number one; being naked with two men, Ted, and Ted being forced via a mind controlling device was a problem; and finding her sex tingling forcing her to finger it as it was also being hammered by Ted—not really a problem but rather an embarrassment.
	Ted glided his pud all the way into the girl; she was a true marvel of beauty—other than being blond she had a very nice face, great titties, good shapely body over all, and a smile that would melt any cock.  She always smelled good; of wildflowers, lavender, and other assorted pleasing smells.  
 	He liked her and actually—she liked him.  But as “friends.”  He had tried a couple of times to make their friendship “more” but felt the vibes from her indicating that she regarded him only as such—a friend.  And if he wanted to maintain that level of friendship he’s attempts at making their friendship “more” had better back up.
	So he did, reluctantly.  But he did spy on her—often.  And by spying on her he learned of her skinny dipping habits.  More than once he thought of busting her, and often accompanying Bradley Barnon.  He thought of confronting Melody about her skinny dipping habits and maybe from that she would have to be a little more submissive.
	Most of his cock was in.  Melody moved her hips about.  Ted smoothed his hands over her delicious ass, noted her asshole and knew that he wanted to fuck that, too; and her mouth.  
 	Ted smiled and began a more earnest pumping.  Melody groaned, frigged her cunt and the bed began to grind against the broken cement floor, bash against the rusting wall and squeak.  
	And on and on it went; Ted’s cock strengthened to exciting proportions never before attained.  His mind thrived on the sensations, provoking his sexual lust to escalate to a higher level of intense elation that also never before had been experienced.  Banging off in Melody Brighton was awesome!
	Ted stepped up his pounding; he pumped hard and strained harder.  When his pud came close to fully explunging he jammed back in with a serious furor of pumping.  Melody clung to the bed with her pretty blond head on the musty grungy mattress.
	The feelings of sexual engagement were just mind blowing to beat all—and to be having those sexual feelings with Melody just made it all the better.  All the better.  His eyes began to flutter and toes curled as they/he reached the final leg of the forced act.  He couldn’t get enough.  Ten gazillion nerve endings sang as one chorus as the pivotal moment of their blissful union cumulated to a fantastic explosion.
	Melody’s pussy began to leak mixed juices.  What her exact thoughts were were unknown; she kept them to herself.  She was way embarrassed but not horrified about the ordeal.  It was just a thing to endure.  She WAS glad, though, that it WAS Ted—as opposed to the two scumbags who had kidnapped her.
	Gripping her super fine very tan ass, Ted zoomed passed the final hurdle and began deploying gobs and gobs of luscious sticky cream.  He moaned loudly and pumped all the harder until the plummet.  There was a herky-jerky motion that riveted throughout his entire body that was not unappeasing.  Ted Griffon at sixteen years had a pretty decent body—not overly muscular but hefting saddles and hay bales did help tone and define his teen body.  He had good hair, teeth, a smile and nice butt.  It was his overconfident attitude and self imposed conceitedness that turned Melody and Bradley off.  
	With the final jut of his love spunk squeezed out of his cock Ted finally withdrew his love tool.  A layer of sweat glistened all over his body; strands of love spunk dripped from his cock with one clinging from Melody’s nicely fucked cunt.
	Melody fell onto the bed (with her hand down under her body friggin’ her super heated pussy.)  Ted stumbled back, masturbating, heaving, sweating, and went to his knees to rest.
	Scene One:  same shack interior; Act II
	Five or a few minutes later and a new actress came into the front room.  Ted looked at her, her name was Nina.  She was part Mexican and part delicious white American beauty.  That hair, those tits, that pussy!  Oh!  Ted hadn’t stopped fondling himself since pulling out of Melody’s delicious cunt; his cock was of a dull pain but perked up just the same when the new “actress” came in.
	In his ear piece, “eat her out.”
	Ted knew the deal there and had himself done so; but Nina didn’t lay out on the bed with her legs open wide inviting him to munch her Munchez; instead, she assumed similar position Melody had earlier.  Ted wasn’t too sure but positioned himself behind the new girl—admired that fantastic luscious ass and marveled at her fine pussy and asshole.  He was allowed as many as two minutes to linger and lust—then from his ear piece “Get on with it!”
	Ted applied his tongue to Nina’s crack, nuzzled her hole and got on with the licking-licking-licking her pussy, crack, and asshole.  His sex drive drove him to a new level of intense delight and he got the message from his ear piece “Alright, go ahead—fuck her.”
	Ted needed no more messages; he stood and glided into Nina’s sex his hard throbbing cock.  He went all the way in one gentle push.  His hands on her ass gripping gently he began to rock back and forth, pumping just his hips with his legs locked.
	Melody wasn’t left out—somewhat reluctantly but unable not to comply she moved to be under Nina—her legs up the wall of the shack, her pretty face between Nina’s legs.  She began licking Nina’s cunt, caressing Nina’s ass, and sucking on Ted’s flopping balls.
	Nina caressed Melody’s breasts and went down on the blond girl’s “blondie” and munched twat.  Ted pumped and pumped hard seeing what was going on (as well as feeling all over.)

	Act III
	Heather and Grace came into the scene; Heather went to Ted’s cum squirter dripping cum and sucked it and his hairy sweaty musty cum drenched balls.  Grace went to Nina’s cum soaked cunt.  Melody sucked on cock as well as took it in the ass from cock—the Director and Producer couldn’t hold off any longer.
	Ted’s cock surged inside Heather’s mouth—he totally filled her and she had a unique talent to her doing.  He enjoyed it and got off on it—helped along by watching the others around him, too.
	Nina lay with her shoulders against the wall and legs opened wide; Grace devoured the teen’s cunt with her tongue flailing wildly if not madly all over the entrance as well as inside.  She massaged the area of her friend’s cunt with her thumbs and it was quite an eyesight to behold.
	And beholding of Director Joey’s balls was Melody while she sucked his amazingly huge pulsing prong.  She gagged some, choked, and sputtered as the cock filled every bit of her mouth with the head touching her tonsils making her retch.  More retching was to come as the man’s cum squirted forth to coat those tonsils then shoot directly down her throat.
	From behind her, Producer Jessie fucked both her pussy and asshole.

	Another cum filled act
	Nickolas Jefferies stood completely stunned.  Best buddy (and what a buddy!) Josh stood beside him equally stunned.  Naked bitches everywhere.  The room was stanky with the smell of cum and sex sweat.  Naked girls laid out everywhere with their legs open, drenched in cum; the guy named Ted stood against a wall unable to move with cum dripping from his cock that was half flaccid.  Two naked men stood grinning looking over the nude bodies of Nick and Josh.  
	To further blow the young boys’ minds into utter oblivion; actor Ted laid out on the floor; actress Melody came and settled down onto his well fucked love tool.  Her ass parted as she straddled his waist and took his member; the boys had a nice look, a nice long gaze increasing serious blood flow to their young wangs.
	Then, actress Bradley came to settle on Ted’s face.  While he munched on her twat, Bradley tongued out Erica Byrly’s cunt as she laid out on the bed; as Erica Byrly laid herself out on the bed with her ass on the edge and her young teen cunt being lapped on by Bradley, Grace on the right and Nina on the left sucked on the girl’s titties.
	Mind blowing and cock throbbing to say the least.
	Melody came to settle before Nickolas.  She worked his hardened extension then began sucking it, fondling his balls and rubbing his ass until he was ready for blast off—to outer fucking space!
	Josh got the same treatment as he stood right at the right side of his naked friend.  Melody sucked and sucked and sucked on Nick’s dick; fondled his young balls and caressed/squeezed his delightful young ass.  Josh got the exact same treatment and when the boys were designated to be at their hardest, Melody laid down on the floor on her side.  Nick got to lay in front of her while Josh took up position behind her…
	The boys hammered the lovely teen girl until filling her to capacity with their love spunk.  When Josh humped his fill into Melody’s poop chute, he pulled out and humped her ass.  He enjoyed sex with his best pal, but humping a girl was even better—even though it was her asshole.
	Nick got off blowing his young mind completely.  Fucking a girl’s cunt was WAY better than other forms of fucking.  He liked it—a lot!  There was more to come, though—lots more.

*

Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.
	He had never met anyone like her before; of course, there probably wasn’t anyone who WAS like her.  She was unique, different, and special.  And the fact that she had the same likes as he—well, that just made it all the more special.  Time was getting on, though, and come the morning his soldier butt had better be back on base.
	But there was a few hours to kill before that had to happen.  Sooo,
	After some time was spent with little Adrienna and Allen, the kiddies were released behind the downtown bus station.  The two naughty indulgers went to a local coffee shop for breakfast.
	“Hey, I’ve got to get back to base pretty soon,” Alton told Madelynn, “first formation is at 6AM and the Old Man (company commander) is pretty adamant about your presence being there unless your bleeding out or something.”
	Madelynn checked her watch, 4:20.  “Plenty of time.” She smiled and Alton appreciated her presence.  Sure she was a little young, a teenager, but they were having a special relationship he had never had before—with anyone!  They held hands until their meal came.
	During their meal, Madelynn kept checking behind Alton.  When Alton finally noticed he looked into her eyes and saw that she had noted their next Targets of Opportunity.

Targets of Opportunty—don’t miss!
	“Can you get them all?”
	Alton was only interested in a couple of them—Madelynn seemed to be interested in ALL of the Targets; there were seven of them from early teen to as young as six years.  Alton wrinkled his nose, blinked his eyes and sighed.  Seven.  From thirteen to six.  Just two boys.  Alton would have been satisfied with one of the teen girls, one (or two of the young girls) and one of the boys (for Madelynn.)
	But apparently, Madelynn wanted a variety, a smorgasbord.  Alton was cool with that and made with the ability to make it happen.  There were precautionary measures and come to find out—the EMAD Alton had procession of had a unique feature.  There was a Self Destruct button as an Option during a crisis of Possessor’s Apprehension but; there, too, was a button disabling EMAD detectors (and preventors.)  
	Most all businesses of one sort or type of one kind or another had such implements in their establishments and most people were wearing the latest gadgetry to prevent their minds from being overwhelmed from some jerk with an EMAD.  But as always, there were those (jerks) who were always one or two steps ahead of the “latest” technology and the EMAD Alton had was way ahead of that.
	But Madelynn’s smorgasbord was not to be; the EMAD was not that powerful to overwhelm the entire lot of Subjects.  Alton sighted in on some other choicey Subjects that the EMAD could overwhelm.  
	So, by the dawn’s light come early to the desert town of Town, Megan Jane and her sister, Samantha Lynn were misguided out of the coffee shop along with their Mother and twin eight year old brothers.  Megan Jane and Samantha Lynn were twins, too; at a ripe ole age of thirteen.
 
	Warehouses and shenanigans just go together like pancakes and syrup.  There were more security measures to contend with—spy cameras, security cameras, and etc. were common place everywhere; Alton had to deal with each one as Madelynn ushered the Subjects along one at a time to a secret door in an alley between two huge warehouses.
	Once more, the warehouse was a haven for a subculture the general public was not aware of.  In a small dimly lit room the shenanigans heralded a new level of low for Alton Nodden.  (and he didn’t care…)

	With the use of disabling the security measures from the coffee shop to the alley of the warehouse, Alton’s EMAD had given its all.  Just as soon as the Subjects One, Two, Three, etc. were inside the room the EMAD display screens, light indicators, indicators all blanked out.  There was a flicker and then nothing. The unit itself was warm, too.  Well, that’s bit of bad luck right there, then.
	There was no time to boo-hoo over the demise of the minding device; one by one the Subjects were “coming around” from their stupor.  Alton and Maddy quickly had to make good with securing the Subjects and that took a little time.
	Megan Jane and Samantha Lynn were twin thirteen year old sisters.  They were nice looking—not extraordinary but pleasing enough just the same.  Plain Janes; long straight sandy brown hair, soft green eyes, small-soft developing breasts.
	Dooley James was a nice looking boy with disheveled hair; he wore sloppy clothes but it was his particular style and an early form of family rebellion.  Jack David was the more curious twin—he had peed himself during the onset of the ordeal and was “soaked” by the time he and his family were settled.  
	After the group had been secured via rope, tape, and mostly electrical wiring from spools of electrical wiring on an electrician’s table.  The “room” was something of a small workshop with metal cage enclosures; huge crates of wood and other were scattered about the area and as previously stated—dimly illuminated.
	Once the Subjects were secured, Madelynn stood up Megan Jane.  They were about the same height but Megan was smaller in body frame.  Alton wasted no time and stood before the teen girl who still struggled with after effects of the defunct minding device.  Megan Jane had some titties.  They were small, very small—palm sized.  Alton didn’t mind, he liked ‘em small.  He fondled them thru her clothing; she smelled of some perfume and despite her Plain Jane appearance excited him nonetheless.
	Madelynn lifted off over the girl’s head her brown short sleeved outer shirt and then her white undershirt leaving the bra business to Alton.  Though there was no time, Alton lingered a moment to gawk at the twin delights, caressed the breasts almost lovingly before slinking his hand under the cups and popping them up.
	Madelynn unhitched the bra from the back.  The girl was “coming around” more and more; her hands were bound by electrical wiring, her feet bound by rope; her clothes were pulled down to add to the binding adding to her confusion.
	Then, after some sucking on one titty and then the other—Alton went to his knees and began undoing Megan Jane’s typical jean pants.  Madelynn “reached around” fondling the girl’s young breasts—the girl’s wriggling-wringing fingers inadvertently “fingered” Madelynn’s pussy.  Madelynn didn’t mind at all!
	Green panties.  Green panties with teddy bears all over them.  Alton smiled—he did so love girls clad in their panties (and less!)  He took a minute to ogle the girl in her undies, noting every nuance of the crotch area and the slight whiff of funk.  (she had farted)  Then, no longer able to curb himself he lowered the girl’s undies and ogled her virgin cunny.
	It was a nice cunny.  A light covering of poon pie fur concealed it barely; the shape of the poon was perfect and intoxicating.  Nothing else mattered, to Alton, only to gaze upon the teen’s twat and lust—lust heavily and longingly.
	Then it was down to business.  Madelynn helped lower the girl to the floor where she seriously began to fuss.  This only excited her kidnapper(s); Alton stripped off his clothes and flung himself onto the teenager, grinding his aching cock hard against her virgin entrance; groping her breasts then sucking on them once more.
	Madelynn watched with increasing lust of her own—her dark eyes traveling to the young boys of the group, Dooley and Jackie.  All the kids were “coming around” more and more as the effects of the non-functioning mind altering device wore off.  Megan Jane very muchly became aware of her plight and freaked out.
	Alton covered her mouth with his hand, adjusted himself and shoved into her virginity his manhood.  The girl’s body went instantly rigid as the stabbing pain of being devirginized seethed within her.  Her eyes bulged and her mind went into overload.
	Sister Samantha Lynn fought off the effects of the EMAD, she had a horrible headache and a foul taste in her mouth—then she saw her sister and could scarcely comprehend the horror.
	Alton’s cock forced itself nicely into the teen’s tight cunt, he wasn’t too gentle and strove to drive himself completely into her before pumping.  Making full penetration was hampered by the girl’s thrashing and virgin pussy.  Megan Jane’s antics only put her attacker into higher gear and with the arching of his back and the power thrusting of pelvis he was into her fully. 	The pumping commenced and Madelynn moved her attention to the boys.
	As Alton settled into the dirty deed he was doing, he took note of Madelynn doing likewise.  Eight year old Dooley James held her attention.
 	With almost trembling fingers she moved all over his young body, removing his clothing one piece at a time.  His tidy-whiteys were last and then he was nude.  He wasn’t too happy about it, either.  Madelynn gave him a swift swat to his bare ass when he got a little out of control and he settled right out.
	Megan Jane was not settling out and so Alton drove his prick into her sex all the harder.  Soon, though, the girl realized her fate and let it be.  Alton calmed his actions and settled into the girl’s groove now that he had loosened it up a bit.
	On and on it went; Alton going four minutes before releasing his love cream into Megan Jane.  When he did it was sensational.  He moaned a groan with his entire body shimmering if not tingling.  During the fleeting moments of his lust he pumped furiously like a rabid rabbit unleash a torrent of love in various forms before collapsing on the girl.
	Megan Jane wailed.  Her sister who was fully aware was in total disbelief and could only stare at horrid scene beside her.  On the other side of her more horror was taking place.  It was not so much as “horror” though as it was disbelief and awe.  Young Dooley James was getting his penis sucked!  The young boy barely paid attention to his penis, he just used to pee and play with (really play with as little boys like to do).  Having it sucked was a mind blowing experience.  He liked it—a lot!
	After much ado about sucking, though; something new.  The teen girl pleasing his puddling got out of her clothes, laid out on the floor, and positioned the young boy on her.  His hands were bound behind him but his feet were free.  The others in the group could only stare as they were totally mystified by the teen girl’s actions.
	Alton was “mystified”, as well; but pleased.  He had at least found someone who was like him.  Madelynn positioned the boy on her chest with his puddling between her breasts and got him to “pump.”  The little boy pumped and pumped with the head of his puddling getting suckled when it poked out between her teen tits.
	Madelynn was having fun.
	Alton’s fun level had waned with the exhaustive fun with Megan Jane.  He loved on her a little more, though; sucking her titties and grinding his wicked schlong against her.  Then, with a sigh, he sat up.  The girl flailed her legs back and forth but he was sitting on her clothes that were bunched up at her bound ankles.  Using a knife Alton sliced away her panties and wiped her pussy clean, then his cock.  Megan Jane was just at the point of freaking out—Alton turned her over not too kindly and smacked her ass making her sister and the other kids jump.
	All over the teen’s ass Alton smoothed his hand, squeezing the flesh, parting the cheeks and gawking at the similarly virgin pooper.  A little fingering brought Megan Jane to the level of tolerance she could tolerate and with the tonguing of her virgin pooper hole—she was brought over the tolerant level and began to shriek.
	This only got the girl something more to shriek about and she was swatted HARD with Alton’s bare hands.  When a new level was achieved, Megan Jane could no longer shriek as her voice was stunned into silence.  Which was good ‘cause Alton stabbed her virgin pooper with his cock…
	Madelynn continued her naughtiness with Dooley, but had his young friend stand up.  While Dooley lay on her with his little pee-pee on her sex, Madelynn undone Jackie’s pants and tugged them done.  The boys were strangely not as upset about the situation as were the girls.  Jackie had red hair; just on his head, though.  Maddy pulled his underwear down and marveled at his young puddling—and bare testicles.  She cupped them, fondled them, then tugged on his penis.
	Jackie liked—it was new, it was different, and made him tingle.
	Attention returned to Dooley James; Madelynn positioning the boy on her sex gliding his little dinkus into her groove and helping him do the naughty.  Nest to her, Megan Jane was tilted up just so on her side with the naked ultra naughty soldier boy, Alton Nodden, pounding away steadily in her asshole.

	Like her sister, Samantha Lynn was a virgin—but not for long.  Unlike her sister, though, Samantha Lynn learned to “take” the assault to her body and avoid punishment.  Alton did smack her ass “just for the hell of it” but not in punishment form or out of anger or some such.  He used his cock, too.  
	After getting the girl’s pants and panties to her bound ankles, her shirts over her shoulders and bra cut away, horndog Alton stood masturbating his sensitive organ pouring over the teenager.  She stood trembling not knowing quite what to expect.  
	“Turn around.” Alton said to her.
	Samantha Lynn gulped, shuddered, then turned about as told.
	Alton looked her all over, specifically her ass.  Then onto his knees to get a better view.  He liked asses; Samantha Lynn had a nice ass—but then again, most girls (especially teens) had nice asses.  Alton caressed Samantha’s; then had her bend over.  He himself steadied the girl while he buried his face into her crack.
	Samantha Lynn fidgeted as an intrusive finger and then a tongue came to hole.  The girl was totally stunned beyond belief.  Alton’s hands went all over ass area; finally easing her to her knees he began dragging his cock up between her legs, spanking, and finally poking.

	The problem with “little boys” was that they were unable to cum.  They had some staying power and could do a fair job of fucking; but the lack of cum was a disappointment.  But she enjoyed the little boys’ offerings just the same.  
	Time was getting on.  Alton had a little bit o’ difficulty cramming his rod into Samantha Lynn’s asshole; her legs needed to spread wider a little bit as it was awkward the way he was doing her.  He managed, though.  The teen wriggled and endured the butt fuck.

	Patty Joanna Jonha was out of her mind watching the horror to her family displayed before her.  The man finished with the sodomizing of Samantha Lynn; after pulling out of her he spanked the girl’s ass HARD with his cock.  Then, using her underwear he wiped clean his cock before coming to Patty J.  
	Megan Jane and Samantha Lynn wailed as they watched their Mother being stripped down.  The man doing the stripping down had a limp dick, though, and it wasn’t capable of doing the ultimate deed.  (but not from the lack of trying!)
	Madelynn continued to enjoy Dooley James and Jackie David; after sucking them and having each young boy ride her gash she got them to stuff her gash for a nice little fuck.  Once they had done that for about a clumsy minute or so she positioned them to their sisters.
	Alton fought some with the family’s Mother; Patty Joanna tried to keep her legs closed but that only angered the determined soldier who smacked her inner thighs and finally got his way.  His cock was not significantly hard enough to make the suitable penetration, though.  No matter, he laid on her and grinded away watching his “girlfriend” with the woman’s kids.
	When Megan Jane refused to suck her brother, Dooley; Jackie David received a harsh swat to his bare ass and then he yowled as the naked girl behind him reached under between his legs and began squeezing his balls.  Megan Jane reluctantly began sucking the brother’s dick.  Samantha Lynn sucked on Jackie David and Alton say the time on Patty Joanna’s watch; he had twenty minutes to get to “First Formation.”
	The base was five miles away.  Panic ensued as missing company formation was a big deal to the Old Man; Cpt. Pinto (no, really, Pinto) wanted every swingin’ dick and titty to be in formation in front of the company promptly at 6AM.  If you weren’t there you had better be bleeding and on your way to the hospital if not already there.
	Alton had missed formation once, once.  After sneaking into formation afterwards he was dressed down by his platoon leader and then the Old Man.  Afterwards he was on a week’s Detail—Kitchen Patrol (KP) was just the beginning—there was details around the barrack’s building, the motor pool, and CQ desk.  It wasn’t pleasant to be on the Old Man’s bad side.
	His cock was shagged out anyways.  He and Madelynn stood together, kissed longingly eating away more time.  “I don’t know when I’ll get to see you again,” Alton said knowing that the Old Man would restrict his leaving the base for any reason, “could be a week or more.”
	Madelynn understood and said, “I’ll keep them warm for you.”
	Oh!

	Arriving at the bas stop south of the Plaza de Plaza and the warehouse were Madelynn was “keeping the family warm” Alton noted that the last bus to the base had “just left.”
	“Perfect.” he said disgruntingly.  Sighing he struck out on General Thomas Way leading out to the base.  It was hoped that some Joe or Josephine would come along and give him a ride.  He jogged and ran most of the way, thankful that he wasn’t in army boots.
	Not one single vehicle was making the trek to the base, which was odd.  Usually there were a string of cars of soldiers coming in to the base from town.  And it wasn’t until the base just began to come into view that he realized why.
	It was Sunday.
	Buses didn’t run on Sunday.
	And there was no company formation on Sunday’s, either!

	Stopping near out of breath from the jog/run, Alton found rest at a large boulder that was at the long sweeping curved end of a rocky formation of the desert on the seaward side.  The morning was cool but the forced run and morning activities had zapped his energy.  He cussed to himself for not realizing that it was the weekend.  There was no energy to make the return to Madelynn.  He wanted to, to spend the day with her—and the Jonha family.  

 	But he was more than half way to the base—he thought of going on, taking a long hot shower, grab a bit of chow at the mess hall, and then crash in his room.
	Then he heard the motorcycles.
	Two and a half miles to the base’s front gate where a set of MPs would be stationed.  Could he run the length?  Could he outrun the Scourge?  He would like to think so—but in reality he knew he couldn’t.  He had seen the gang’s bikes racing out in the desert so running out on the sand was not a good idea.
	The rocks, though, poised a better idea—it was unlikely the Scourge’s motorcycles were four-wheel drive capable.  Alton scrambled up the craggy rocks picking his way to a trail he was familiar with.  
	Four huge monstrously noisy motorcycles quickly descended upon the area stirring up clouds of dust.  Alton had no weapon on him save a field knife he had used to slice away the Jonha’s family girls’ panties.  His cock ached and asshole clenched—fear prompted him to keep going.

	Finally he found the trail he was familiar with.  The sounds of the gunning Scourge bikes were drowned out by the crashing surf on the small unpopular beach below.  	More decisions were needed—right along the trail would take him to the base; left would get him into the Starlight trailer park.
	Suddenly there was movement; out of the corner of his eye he saw a head bobbing and fear quickly overwhelmed him hasting his need to flee.  A confrontation with a Tarantula Scourge member was not a good thing.
	The trail was questionable at best and not an easy thing to navigate.  Alton was already tired and fear swelled within him clouding his judgment in regards to his steps.  His foot slipped and his ankle suffered the indignity.  Scrambling with fear overpowering him he made quick hustles to regain footing and be on his way.
	The trail was mostly of volcanic rock mixed with other forms of geologic rock of this kind and that.  His hands and shins were taking the brunt of his scrambling and then it happened.
	The trail went precariously along the outer lip of a hidden cove which he was very familiar with.  The trial went semi around coming up from the hidden cove to the top of the ridge where it disappeared into the formation.  He hadn’t been back to the area since…well, that fateful tragic incidence in the beginning.  
	What the Scourge would do to him he had no idea but didn’t want to find out.  Panic and fear continued to propel him along at a foolish rapid pace.  His footing stumbled and the ancient rock beneath his feet gave way.   
 	Down he went, hitting the craggy formation as he went finally coming to a rest in a very crumbled heap at the bottom—upside down mostly.  His body was broken—all over; not too mention sliced open by sharp unfriendly edges of the rocks.
	His neck was broken; and as his life ebbed away with the ocean surging into onto the small hidden beach his eyes fell upon something shimmering in the morning’s light:  dogtags.
	Dogtags!  He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t think, but he could see the pair of common soldier identity tags hanging on the rock wall near his head.  Squinting he read the name as a surge of foamy water jingled them, turning them just so:  Lucy R Harro
	A shiver run thru his busted up body; a thunderous noise filled his head as darkness clouded his eyes. He went to sleep—forever.  He wasn’t going to make Monday morning formation, either.  That’s a bit of bad luck right there…

*

How much deeper would the ocean be without sponges?
	The Doctor is out
	A sickness welled up in the pit of his stomach—the same sickness he got when out on fishing boats at sea.  He was a landlubber not a seamen.  His mind and yea his head swam in a tumultuous sea of Pounding Waves and Thundering Throws (of Pounding Waves).  “getting a grip” was elusive, at least for the time being.
	There were measures to deal with such happenings.  A calmness was first and foremost—then, thereafter, everything else would fall into place.  A bile formed in his throat and something warm trickled down his face.  The calmness he sought was being a little elusive; his vision was blurred as was his memory.
	He thought of Amieka.  An old Chinese teacher he had climbed eight thousand feet to find.  He spent the next five years of his life learning various aspects of self control, defense against foes and elements; seeking his inner being and so on.  One of the teachings was solace—Amieka used the waves of the ocean, the breezes in the air that swooned in the boughs of the trees surrounding his small hovel.  Those images didn’t work for Rain, he used his former childhood home—the family farm.  The squeak/groan of the windmill, the croakings of the froggies at the pond, the trickle of water in the stream, the crickets, and the breezes wafting the corn and wheat field.

	Usually by the time he got to the crickets he was asleep in his bed.
	But Rain Frisco wasn’t in his bed.  The “crickets” came to his mind but he was no where near home.  The sickness in his throat began to creep up his esophagus.  His vision was still blurred but he began to see that there was light—and sand.
	Then a voice said, “Hit him again!”

	His reflexes were a little off and somewhat slow but somehow he deflected the rock being hurled to him by ten year old Jurney Smotlz.  It still connected and hurt him just the same, but he managed to block being smacked in the head again.  The rock did come back and smack the black girl in the chest and she fell nakedly backwards onto some sharp rocks and stickers.
	Slowly he picked himself up, shook off the effects of being brained by a desert rock by a ten year old girl.  He was still dizzy and not quite up to functioning as well as he would like.  Looking to Margeaux he glared at the naked child, “Don’t you fucking move!”
	Margeaux nodded her head that she wouldn’t.
	Jurney was in peril—the stickers in her naked skin were quite painful.  On her hands and ass were the stickers; Dr. Rain got the girl to get on her hands and knees and he tended to them removing each one with some care.  From his backpack he produced a First Aid kit and from the kit he removed first aid spray.  It stung a little but she was better for it.
	“Stay as you are.” Rain told Jurney.  Jurney nodded—her ass stung, her asshole still hurt, and what else was to befall her and her friends worried her.  “Please don’t let her die.” said Jurney softly.
	Dr. Rain looked over the stricken Ashley; it wasn’t good (for her.)
	Sitting back the man went into deep thought.
	“I’ll do anything,” Jurney said in a bare whisper, “anything.”
	Rain smiled, patted the girl’s ass and said, “Alright.”

	Using their own clothes and some rope from their horses, Dr. Rain Frisco who had an INC (incomplete) on his medical record, secured Jurney and Margeaux.  Then, from Margeaux’s horsey who had not run off they were laid across the saddle.  Then they were secured to the saddle so as they wouldn’t fall off.  Rain patted their young asses then took the reigns of “Sugar” and led the beast up a sandy draw to a cave he knew of close by.

	Taking more than an hour the group arrived as the baking of the desert floor commenced nicely.  The girls were removed from Sugar and placed inside the cave where it was cooler.  Once more he warned, “Stay put.”  Jurney nodded, gulped, sweated, and relinquished her self to her fate.  
	Rain returned to where Ashley lay in some shade.  Somehow she was still alive.  Scooping her up he put her on the horse and made for town.  Not too close, just to a small fire department.  Laying the unconscious child behind the building in the open hose yard.  There was no fire truck in the bay so the lone truck was out on a run somewhere.  Ashley would be alright, better than her two friends…

	It was just human nature to make a try at escape.  Prisoners from all realms in all situations could not willingly sit idle without making an attempt of some kind to one’s self.  Jurney’s bindings were pretty tight; the more she wriggled her bound hands and feet the worse it seemed to be for her.  Margeaux had better luck and the wad of various clothing binding her feet just “slipped” off.  Or was that intentional?
	Margeaux didn’t do much with her freedom, it was a struggle just to stand up to begin with.  She was naked and bracing her bare shoulders against the rock wall of the cave wasn’t so good.  She managed and stood up, caught herself and breath then stumbled a bit to the opening of the cave.
	“Do you see him?” Jurney asked.
	“No.”
	The cave was up some five hundred feet from the valley-desert floor.  Fairly large was the mouth and went into the rocky ridge some few feet.  It was significantly cooler.  The girls were silent; then,
	“What do you think is going to happen to us?”
	Jurney shrugged her answer; Margeaux remained standing at the edge of the cave just inside the shadow.
	“Do you think he’ll kill us?”
	A horrible chill thrived in the young Jurney.  “I-I don’t think so.”
	Margeaux said nothing but spread her legs and peed.

	“He’s coming!” Margeaux announced.
	“Fuck.” Jurney bitched.  She had almost gotten her hands free, too.  
	“He’s going to be mad.”
	“I know.” Jurney knew it—she was going to get spanked and fucked in the ass some more.  She wondered casually how Ashley was doing—if she was “doing” at all.

	Margeaux stood, sullen, quite, waiting.
	Jurney sat against the wall, legs open, waiting.
	Their tormentor came in a little exhausted tossing into the cave his backpack.  He said nothing, the girls said nothing.  From out of his pack he produced water bottles and hotdogs (from a drive-in near the fire station.)  The girls’ bindings were released and they had their evening meal in silence.
	Afterwards, “This is how it’s going to go,” the man said to them,
	“We’re going to sleep some, fool around some as I like, and in the morning I’ll let you go.”
	Jurney and Margeaux looked to one another.  They weren’t too keen on the “fooling around” part as he liked, but the letting go was good.  They had no choice and nodded with Margeaux saying, “Ok.”
	A fire was made in an already constructed fire pit; Rain stripped off his clothes and stood masturbating before engaging in his “as he liked it” banter which was oral copulation with Margeaux.
	The girl didn’t like it much but she sucked and with her free hands she gripped the man’s fuck stick, fondled his balls, and caressed his ass while he filled her mouth.  He pulled out to slap her face—but not hard.  There was a strong face fuck with his hairy nuggets pressed against her lips and then her nose.  Then the ejaculation came.
	A huge squirt of cream spurted from Rain’s cock almost completely coating the young girl’s face.  She was immediately grossed out—
	“ewewewewe!” she exclaimed loudly.  
	Rain held her head to his cum squirter rubbing it all over trying to fuck her nose.  “Come here.” he told Jurney.  The black girl got up from where she had been sitting and came up to the naughty horrid man.  She, too; then, had to suck the man’s cock as well as lick the cream spewed onto her friend’s face.  As she complied, Rain dropped to his knees, hugged the black girl and began kissing her ass; placing hickies on the flesh as well as on her sides.  His fingers went up between her legs fingering her delicate pussy.
	When the sperm coating on Margeaux’s face was clean, Jurney was laid out on her clothes, legs opened wide.  The young girl held her breath, closed her eyes, and gripped the hard packed earth beneath her.  The man went to her pussy, engulfing it fully with his mouth.  A finger went probingly into her asshole while his tongue delved into her tantalized young cunt.
	On and on it went the oral copulation to Jurney; she twisted and arched her body as previously unknown feelings and emotions stirred and were stirred within her.  Soon she began to buck the man’s cunt eating face.

	The light of the fire flickered oddly onto the cave’s wall; a coyote called from way out in the desert; night creatures began to stir and make themselves known.  Jurney braced as the man came up on her.  She didn’t have much in the way of titties but the man suckled on them just the same, his cock riding against her tingling pussy.
	Margeauz squatted by the fire watching the proceedings.  She knew her turn was soon coming.  Lightly she fingered her sex and watched.  Slowly she peed and slowly she accepted her fate.
	The fire flickered its shadows on the wall; the coyote called out its calling and seemed to be a little closer; Jurney’s young tender pussy received the man’s throbbing not-too-hard cock.  She blinked her eyes excessively and uncontrollably.  A new feeling enveloped her from within; it was strange and went from kind of painful, kind of strange and new, kind of unique.  Jurney really didn’t know what to make of it.  It was uncomfortable and her pussy was very-very sore.
	Rain pulled out shooting only one shot of liquid love onto her cunny.  He was quite exhausted and lay on the girl, fingering her pussy and seemingly adoring her as he looked into her face.  Jurney felt a little ill, hot (non-sexual) and her pussy was tingling out of control.
	“I’d like to trust you,” he said after managing to gather himself and sit up, “but I cant.”
	Jurney tugged in her lower lip; she was dangerous and untrustworthy.  Rain was tired and sleepy.  So, using the mixed clothing again he tied the girls up and placed them together side by side then he himself behind them; Jurney next to him.
	The night chilled a little but the fire kept them warm enough.  The coyote came up close to the entrance of the cave to check things out, pissed on a rock and went on his way.

What happens if you get scared half to death, twice?
	Dr. Rain and his little patients weren’t the only ones visiting the desert; not far away was a small family enjoying the “great outdoors.”  There was a recreational vehicle that had seen better days (and would not see them again); a bon fire, some singing, and for sure a story of some sort to be told.
	And here it is…

Damden Family Gang Bang
	Annie sang along with her children but the hour was getting late and colder.  Matt, her oldest son, strummed the second hand guitar with good intentions.  Sisters Mary and Lucy chimed along—a little out key.  Simon and Ruthie had done petered out and retired for the night.
	Matt, Annie’s oldest at eighteen, finally strummed his last strum.  He yawned, stretched, and farted.  This broke up his sisters and made his Mom frown.  “Good dinner!” he announced.
	Mary and Lucy shook their heads, but it could have easily been either one of them, too.  Annie began pouring some sand onto the fire; Lucy got a drink from the ice chest—“You sure there aren’t any bears out here?” she asked to anyone who would answer.
	“NO!” replied her sister almost angrily as Lucy had been asking and asking often.
	“Just snakes, badgers, stouts, weasels, and pterodactyls—but no bears.”
	Lucy gave her brother a long hard long conveying her sentiment “asshole.”
	Matt smiled back to her with a slight gleam in his eye.  Lucy finished her drink and went into the RV.  Annie stirred the fire standing in a sort of lost look watching the embers fleeting.  Matt slipped out of view and around the lee side of the RV.
	Mary was there, just pulling up her pants.
	Matt stepped up, unzipped, unfurled.
	Mary stepped up, gripped, fondled.
	Matt liked—a lot!

	Laying in her bed she shivered a little.  Not so much from the brisk sudden coldness of the desert air—but another shiver.  Arching her back a little her hand worked magically to her young cunny feverishly.  The slickness soon came and she thrashed about trying not to thrash about to make a scene.  There wasn’t much room in the top bunk but raising herself up a little she pushed her panties down; her knees hit the ceiling of the RV and made a slight noise.  Biting her lips inward she mulled her outburst of sudden pain.  The discomfort subsided quickly and before her tingling pussy’s tingling subsided she worked her panties on down to her ankles.  Then, parting her legs she began an earnest fingering session.
	Below her in the bottom bunk, brother Simon and sister Ruthie.  There were giggles coming from their covers—under their covers.  By the telltale grunts from brother Simon, Ruthie was gettin’ some.

	Ruthie liked “gettin’ some”; though lo she was nine almost ten the young girl was a vixen.  She had a way about her, sometimes conniving and sometimes sweet with a sprinkling of deviltry.  There was a young neighbor boy of whom she was friends with.  One day while at his house they were helping themselves to a hearty helping of ice cream topped off with a large dousing of chocolate sauce squeezed from a bottle.  When it was Ryan’s turn, he squeezed too hard and a great blob of sauce squirted out and coated him—his clothing specifically.
	His Mom was gonna be pissed.  PISSED!  It was his good school clothes and she was going to be P-I-S-S-E-D.  Ryan was in a fright.  Ruthie smiled and directed the boy to the laundry room, “take off your clothes.” 
	Ryan, at first, paused and displayed mild “HUH?”  but the chocolate sauce on his good school clothes and the potential wrath from his Mom prompted the youngster to strip to his underwear.  There was some embarrassment but Mom’s Wrath overcame that and he let Ruthie do her thing at saving him from said wrath.
	Ruthie was wise in the ways of laundry—it would take a little time while the soiled clothing soaked during which time Ruthie asked “Do you ever go naked?” as in, run amok in the house like Adam?
	No, he hadn’t.
	But, 
	he always wanted to.
	His Mom was at work, Ryan himself was supposed to be at Ruthie’s house but the ice cream was at Ryan’s.  Ryan was already to his underwear; Ruthie slipped off her dress and remained in her underwear.  Her young friend had never-ever seen a girl in her underwear.  He loosened up and was his friendly self.  
	So, while the soiled clothing soaked, Ruthie and Ryan ran amok.

*

	Simon liked girls, but when a girl was around or was handy, there was boys—specifically speaking one boy, Cory Pepper.  Both Simon and Cory had been curious about their sex parts when even at an early age; and with Simon having two older sisters and then a younger one, there were panties galore everywhere!  Brief glimpses of nudity and streaks of siblings in their undies only escalated Simon’s desires of the flesh—even if it was his own.
	Normally, unless there was a drunk naked chick willing to take on all cummers, guys normally jerked off in private.  Simon and Cory were not normal and found self pleasuring with each other the new national pastime.

	Self pleasuring evolved to mutual pleasuring soon thereafter; taking a shower together came next with the “showering” via peeing on each other coming in second that also evolved to “cock fighting.”  The boys were merely eight in the beginning.  By the time they were ten they were deeply engrossed in spelunking one another’s asshole.

	Lucy wasn’t into anal spelunking but another kind of exploration she was highly into—among other things.  Lucy’s best friend, Amanda Nateworth, was highly into self stimulation by any means.  The girls were close and discussed the manners of which they strove to get themselves “off.”  There were many methods and after a time of pickles, bananas, candlesticks, bed posts, handheld showerhead, and a friend’s fingers; the girls moved on to something more viable.
	The pair was very venturous and adventurous; risking everything as they sneaked to the mall painted up, dolled up, smelled up to attract boys—boys who were not in junior high but HIGH school.  At thirteen, it was as adventurous as Lucy wanted to get.  But wait!  There’s more!
	One particular weekend, Amanda invited Lucy out to the country to visit her grandpa who had a farm there.  Lucy got the go ahead to go and went.  More adventure ensued as the girls spied on the hunky teen boys who worked the farm and usually did so bare chested.  It made the girls explore themselves as well as each other.
	Then Amanda asked,
	“Do you want to be really naughty?”
	Lucy guessed so.
	The girls lay in the loft of the barn; their clothes were all jumbled with their pants and panties at their ankles.  They had fingered themselves and then each other; when satisfied somewhat with their doings they laid onto their backs in quiet solitude.
	After the question, they dressed and slipped out of the barn.
	Dakota was the farm’s family pet; he was 4 years old and on working days moved the sheep herd from one field to the next and kept them in line.  He had off-days, too.  Amanda called for the Shepherd mix and the three went off to a lone barn for privacy.
	Lucy didn’t know what to expect.
	When they were “private”, Amanda stripped off her clothes and Dakota licked her breasts.  Lucy was a little too timid for that venture and let her friend have all the fun there.  Then,
	Amanda began cuddling the pet, stroking his mane—and then his cock.  She did!

	Talk about a mind blower!
	Amanda expertly worked Dakota’s doggie dong to a serious state of arousal—then she sucked it.  Lucy was beside her with awe.  She had never heard the like—but she was twelve so what did she know.  (she knew that her friend Amanda was whacked!)
	Friend Amanda slurped noisily on Dakota’s dong, and when it was at its stiffest, slickest, and pinkest—she “assumed” the position.  Dakota mounted and expertly himself guided his bone into Amanda’s cupboard.  Lucy, though, finding the scene disastrous, found herself fingering herself.
	On encouragement from Amanda, Lucy stripped off her clothes.  
	Dakota fucked Amanda—and how!  Amanda spread her legs wide and took all off the dog’s offering—right up to his bulge.  She didn’t want that part of the animal’s sex in her or they would be “locked up” for sometime before swelling went down.
	The experience was far from over, though.  After Dakota squirted massive quantities of doggie love into Amanda’s pussy and fell away to lick his balls (because he can), Lucy went down on Amanda’s swollen cunt and licked it clean.  She did!  Amanda turned to lay on her back, legs spread wide, and frigged herself while friend (and what a friend!) lapped up all the juices there.
	No amount of convincing (or begging) was going to get Lucy to give herself to Dakota.  She petted him and stroked his pud but that was as far as it was going to go.  (well, she DID open her legs and let the dog lap her cunt.)  that was an experience!

	Mary Damden’s shenanigans were more personal and private, in the beginning.  In the beginning, Mary Louise liked to sit on the window seat in her bedroom she shared with Lucy and wait for someone to come home; usually her parents or older brother, Matt.  While she waited, she masturbated.  Seemed the thing to do.  She could be doing chores, homework, improving her mind, something constructive.  But Mary chose fingering banging as opposed to all else.
	Then, when someone came home it was a hurry to achieve the orgasm before said person came into the house.  Mary usually was naked; sometimes in a dress without her panties, but usually she was naked.  It was a peculiar feeling akin to euphoria she strove to achieve on a regular basis.
	One day, Mary was at her best friend’s home.  Danielle’s parents were at work and when two teenage girls get together they usually find something do to.  The lack of money didn’t stop them from going to the mall—if not for shopping of clothes and music it was ogling boys.

	A favorite pastime.
	Afterwards the girls came home before the parents did.  There was plenty of time and to alleviate their boredom they got into the liquor.  A shot of this, a jigger of that; a swig from that bottle and a guzzle of another led to the girls getting ripped and silly.  The girls then shed their clothes and moved to the back patio and into the in-ground hot tub.
	Danielle’s ten year old brother came home to find his sister and best friend’s clothes on the kitchen floor—and his sister and her hot friend in the hot tub.
	“Holy shit!” he exclaimed as he carried their panties to the sliding door.  Mary was a little petrified—but Danielle was notable not so much.  The boy fled, with the panties in hand.  
	“What’s he doing?” Mary asked the stupid question of the year.
	“Guess?” Danielle replied.
	“Ewewewe!” exclaimed Mary.
	“It’s a boy thing,” Danielle said, “all boys do it—don’t your brothers do it?” masturbate using sisters/mothers panties
	Mary nodded that it was so—but still ewewew!

	Danielle’s brother didn’t just use her panties to please himself—
	Mary found this out by coming over unannounced one day as she had scored some righteous whacky weed and they were supposed to meet up later that day anyways so what was a little early.
	Loud blaring rock music filled the house; Mary rang the doorbell but got nowhere there.  Going into the open garage and thru the kitchen door she made way down the hall to as she usually did to find her best friend and little brother naked.  Naked and dancing!
	There wasn’t anything to do but join in.  
	This only led to the trio hitting the liquor cabinet and then the hot tub.  That only led to young Darrin to do his submarine impersonation and “dive—dive—dive.”  Danielle and Mary gave the boy something to dive for and a reason to live.  
	Shortly thereafter the boy surfaced and made way nakedly not into the house to pee but simply to about the middle of the backyard where he just spread his legs and whizzed.  Sister Danielle did likewise.  Visiting friend Mary followed suit.  With the sun kissing her skin, legs spread wide, bladder submitting to gravity—she soiled the lush backyard grass.
	One day, Danielle asked a poignant question—“do you have sex with your brothers?”
	Mary was embarrassed to say.  She asked the same of Danielle.

	Danielle replied without hesitation, “Yes.” Then,
	“Wanna watch us?”
	Is the Pope Catholic?
	Watching Danielle and Darin have sex was incredible—watching as Darin was on top was the best part—seeing the ten year old’s cock sliding in and out of his sister’s fourteen year old cunt.  It was quite a sight and most definitely got young teen Mary off.  She came up to the foot of the bed and watching the action up close and personal.  Danielle caressed her brother’s ass, spanked it, and thrilled Mary to the point of she had to “get some”, too.
	And she did.  It was not her first time; she was not a virgin.  And the question about “do you have sex with your brother” was answered.  Yes.

	Matt was right at Darin’s age when he, too, found the joy of his sisters’ panties.  (his Mom’s, too.)  But even before then, Lucy was five at the time and was a “streaker”; Mary at eight was a little modest but streaked with her panties on.  As the kids got older, peeks on each other in various stages of undress became the norm.
	The peeks advanced to Touchy-Feely with Mary being more friendly with the touchy-feely than Lucy.  Matt often caught sister Mary fingerbanging herself—and then he joined in.  Thru their early teens the pair merely explored their sex and the other’s but not much further than that.  For the “further than that” Matt explored someone else.
	Specifically his girlfriend and then her sister.

	The sister.  Matt liked the sister, sure; she was cute, she was friendly, she streaked naked, and she like Matt.  She was also ten.  It was bad enough for fifteen year old Matt to be dating fourteen year old Nellie Goldwein, but to have sexual fantasies about Nellie’s ten year old sister was something else again!
	One day (it’s always ONE DAY) Matt was nailing Nellie.  Matt liked fishing, baseball, basketball, and nailing Nellie Goldwein.  She was good at for one thing.  She liked trying different positions and could suck the life out of his cock and then bring it back!  Nellie was tall, slender, and had high school cheerleader titties instead of junior high cheerleader titties.  And when her parents weren’t home—she and Matt got together for an afternoon of serious frolicking.
	They were unaware that they were being spied on.
	Matt and Nellie were seriously getting into the groove of things, they had a routine, too routine.  Nellie’s sister Polly watched them—conniving, plying her time for the right moment.

	That moment came when Matt thought Nellie was going to be home and the parents away—as usual.  But Polly had set it up; Nellie wasn’t home as thought and perceived.  Matt arrived with cock ready to fuck.  He was a little surprised to find Polly answering the door.
	His surprise dissolved to mild fear when she confronted him the knowledge he did not want anyone to know about.
	“My Daddy will be mad when he finds out about you!” Polly announced boldly.
	Matt began to feel faint and broke out into a fine sweat.
	“But maybe we can work something out.”
	Blinking his eyes he looked to the young girl, “Huh?” 
	Polly smiled and Matt knew what she meant.

	In the girl’s own bedroom Matt “whipped it out.”  Polly wanted to “see it.”  Matt was in a spot.  It was blackmail pure and simple.  But, it was a fantasy cum true, too.  Licking his lips nervously, Matt unzipped his pants and fished out his semi hard cock.  Stroking it he flopped it; he didn’t have actual confirmation that Polly had seen him and Nellie “doing it.”  Then again, though, true or not—just the mentioning of the fact that Matt had been at the house when no supervising adult was was enough to put his butt in high jeopardy.  True or not.
	So he masturbated in front of the devious child—his thoughts of “what next” in quite a turmoil in his mind.  The girl’s eyes focused on his cock, her mouth open, eyes gleaming.
	“Want to touch it?” 
	Polly blinked her eyes and as she stretched out her hand placing her fingers onto the skin flute Matt knew that it would be a very bad time for her sister to come home—or anyone else for that matter.  
	The “touching” went to fingers wrapping about the flute and steadily going UP and Down, Squeezing, and steadily increasing the blood flow until the cock was at maximum engorgement.
	‘take off your clothes.’ It was a statement he whispered but wasn’t heard.  Or was it?  Polly’s face suddenly turned bright; she grinned big and blushed slightly as she asked, “want to see me?” naked.
	Matt couldn’t speak and couldn’t answer; no matter, no matter if he said Yes or No, Polly Anne Goldwein crossed her arms and lifted off her top.  She was a true cutey; golden hair with a pony tail in the back; gorgeous eyes, straight white perfect teeth with a little space in the front; and a fine-fine nice young body over all.

	No bra, not even a trainer.  She had some titty meat, though; not much to speak of but something to fondle and hold, though.  She stood to allow horndog Matt to have a look then she was shucking her pants and panties.
	Matt’s cock was ready to shoot.
	When she was nude she stood back a little and let Matt have another look.  Then, 	
	“Can you do me like you do Nellie?”
	Holy shit!
	Matt nearly stumbled.  Nellie went to her bed and laid herself out, opening her legs and fingering her hairless pussy.  The girl’s room was messy; there were underwear here and there, rock pictures on the wall, a fish tank, awards of this and that for sports, singing, and scholastic achievements and a naked chick on a bed.
	A naked WILLING chick.
	It didn’t matter than she was ten.
	The first “do me like Nellie” was interrupted by someone coming home—Nellie.  Matt was right into Polly’s groove, licking—nipping the virgin lips, shoving a finger into her canal (and one up into her other canal!)  Polly thrashed about, bucking wildly into Matt’s face sending him into a exhilarated state of being that was close to committing the ultimate sin.
	Then the front door slammed.
	“Polly,” cried out Nellie, “You home?”
	Matt was pretty sure he would not be getting any nookie from Nellie; he feared the girl’s parents, especially her Dad; but it would be nothing in comparison to Nellie herself for the betrayal.
	“In the closet!” Polly said.  Matt literally dove into the closet narrowly-narrowly missing being seen as sister Nellie came to the Polly’s opened door bedroom.
	“What in the world?” she asked seeing her sister naked and in a “state.”
	“Geeze!” blurted Polly, “isn’t there any privacy around here!?”
	“Didn’t you say Matt would be at the church?”
	“He wasn’t?  Hmmm, maybe he said that other place.”
	“What other place?”
	“I forget now.” she said shaking her head and not bothering to cover herself.
	Nellie shook her head and let her be going  on to her own bedroom. 
	Polly shut the door then went to her closet.  Matt was in a corner under piles of clothes.  Polly smiled, “it’s clear.”

	Matt was still petrified.  That was ok, Polly had been in her closet hiding many times—from monsters, a pissed sister, a pissed Daddy, and storms (usually in the form of a pissed sister and Daddy together.)
	Matt couldn’t believe what was happening—Polly came into the closet, snuggled up against him and found his cock (again.)  It was flaccid but Polly’s handjobbing brought it back to life.  But that only half helped.  So, she did the only other thing she could think of to get him hard again—just like her sister did.
	And Matt got hard.  A blowjob from a ten year in her closet was the bomb!

*

	The loss of a spouse is usually taken hard.  Annie Damden took the loss of her life mate and father of her children quite hard, but found the strength to carry on for the sake of those children.  But it was hard and often she found herself walking about the big house they had shared for umpteen years in a funk.
	On one of those “walk about funks” she came to find teenage son Matt and teenage daughter Mary engaging in a sex act.  Mary was on her hands and knees on the floor in her bedroom.  The hour was late and the only light was from the fish tank on Lucy’s desk.  Lucy was in her bed, sound to sleep. 
	Annie had a brother, too; he had passed away but the thing was, when they had been Matt and Mary’s (seventeen and fifteen) they had engaged in illicit acts just the same.  (well, not exactly the same—Annie and her brother had merely had regular sex, Missionary, Reverse Missionary, and side-side coupling.)  The Advanced positions they didn’t know about until they had grown older, in college, and married.
	And it wasn’t just Matt and Mary; Annie found Lucy and her girlfriend naked together one night—Danielle was “staying over” for a sleepover and they did very little sleeping and a lot fooling around.
	Annie had had a best friend like that at Lucy’s age, too.
	Simon and Ruthie she caught naked together—touching and feeling of one another and it was perfectly normal.  Perfectly normal.  
	Whether it was what her children were doing or the lack of fulfillment from her Gone to Heaven spouse, Annie Damden was in need.  Often she found herself in bed (alone) “gettin’ after it.” The fingering barely did the job; it was sorely lacking in the department of satisfaction.  She needed the real thing.

	One night, Matt happened by and found his Mom’s bedroom door opened—and there she was just a fingering away!  Completely nude, on her bed, nude.  Matt’s cock shot to full erection instantly.  The nite light from her master bathroom and another by her desk casted a nice shadowy glow upon her womanly body.  Matt stood with his mighty erection deciding the next move.
	As Annie frigged and frigged going slowly into the realm of sexual need unfulfilled—a form came onto the bed.  Annie thrashed and suddenly felt giddy—like a teenager!  Her legs were parted and then a tongue began to magically thrill her.  She wriggled and called out, “ERIC!” her late husband.
	Thru “Eric’s” hair her fingers roamed, holding his head and reeling in the deed he seldom did.  What a talented tongue!  He licked and lapped, nipped her cunny and breathed hot air into her trembling valley.  It did wonders for her.
	More wonders were to cum…