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

Night moves
	The wind howled down from the high mountains cold; the vast expanse stretched beyond human comprehension—it was a place only where wandering spirits dwelled.  Wandering spirits and human ones, too.  Some miles from Lizard Ridge and Matt Damden squirted his brotherly love onto his sister’s face.  There was a lot of it, too!  
	Mary Damden on her knees sucked and sucked and sucked; cupped her brother’s balls and drained his “lizard” to her delight.  One great squirt soiled her tonsils—the rest anointed her face ‘cause that was the way she liked it.  Matt’s cum wasn’t offensive like other cocks she sucked—Matt’s sperm was sweet.  It was still sticky and goo-like, but it tasted sweet and sometimes the girl just couldn’t get enough.
	“Let’s go around front.” Mary said.
	Matt was okay with that, it was cold behind the RV and the fire would be warm.  But, 
	“Mom’s there.” Although it really wasn’t a big concern it sorta was.
	“She knows.” Mary said standing up—but not wiping off the spunk fresh on her face.
	“I know.” Then, “Knows what?”
	Sometimes, even big brothers who were destined for college were a little dim in the smarts department.  
	“She knows about us, all of us.”
	Oh.  The sex.
	Matt smiled and his cock throbbed all the harder.  Mary cocked her head—she was smiling a Devil’s smile.  Then, taking her brother’s cock by the hand she pulled him around the family RV to the other side.
	Their Mom wasn’t there, but inside.  Mary went to the picnic table of the rustic/remote desert campsite.  Matt marveled at her beauty—sure she was his sister but big deal.  She was slender, lithe in her movements; tall, not ravaging but had had a great ass and a dynamite mouth (prime for sucking brotherly cock!)

	Though he had just cum, Matt’s cock raged to a new hardness as his sibling positioned herself on the well worn table.  Parting her legs it was an open invite.  It wasn’t their first time but they didn’t get the chance to do it alla the time.  
	Matt took the moment to give his sister a good looksee.  They had fucked before—not often, but a few times.  Most their “coupling” times was when they had the house to themselves and therefore could be more at ease without someone giggling, snickering, or making snide comments.  Don’t ya just hate that?
	And though Mary knew that Simon, Lucy, and Ruthie were fooling around (and around and around and around); Lucy and her girlfriend were fooling around; and Simon with his boy(friend); she wasn’t aware of Matt hooking up with their Mom.
	But he had.
	That fateful night when Annie had been in need and thinking of her departed husband; Matt’s presence was there to fill (fulfill) the void.  Annie’s craving superseded the illicitness; her teenage son had a talented tongue that sent her reeling.  And at the time, she didn’t know it was her first born. 
	Then, he crawled up between her legs to settle on her.  His cock gently glided into her fevered cunny thrilling her to no end.  She twisted and gyrated—bucking into her son she still didn’t know was there.  She clung to his body and the “ride” began.
	And what a ride!
	Matt was occasionally boning his sister Mary, his girlfriend, girlfriend’s sister, and his hand—but boning his Mom was beyond belief.  Beyond it!  It was a dynamite pussy and he slammed it, driving harder and harder with each successive pump.  There were occasionally pauses where his cock strained.  He gyrated his hips and moved his entire body UP while maintaining his erection in her cunt.
	Their bodies meshed and the fucking took on a whole new level of seventh heaven.  Although it was Fucking-A fantastic, Matt felt a little disappointed ‘cause he knew that there would be no repeat.  Oh, he would probably get to screw her again—but that wasn’t it.  It was more than that, it would never get any better.  The hump of his Mom was it—they had shared something remarkable and reached such a lofty goal that it couldn’t be repeated it.
	His lovemaking slowed as his cock had squirted gobs of liquid love—gobs of it.  His pud pulsed and ached; their bodies melded together with Matt melting into his Mom’s heaving body.

	No other fuck could ever come close.  Maybe.
	Sinking his pud into Mary’s tight dick trench was pretty good, though.  She braced against the table, opened her legs wider and continued to give him her devilish smile.  Matt’s cock had already met the capacity of orgasmic tolerance.  But with willing pussy willing to be stuffed the cock forgo the discomfort and beckoned the brotherly schlong in.
	From inside the RV, Mother Annie watched.  
	In the front at the bunk beds, Simon entered Ruthie; Lucy in the top bunk masturbated with her panties at her ankles.  No one was quiet about their actions and even Annie began to moan—brought on by fingering her sex brought on by watching her children engaging in sex.
	Matt and Mary engaged—their illicit union escalating to lofty heights as the two began to encroach on the sought after thrill that was orgasm.  Steam began to waft from their nude bodies—Matt’s testicles tightened up and began slapping hard against his sister’s body as the pivotal moment approached.
	Inside the RV, Annie feasted her eyes on her son’s powerful body, one hand gripping hard the sink as the other furiously frigged her fevered cunt.  She finally released her grip of the sink and turned about furiously going after pleasing her cunt.  Of course, there was no pleasing it unless it got fucked by a nice hard throbbing cock.
	Turning her attention from Matt and Mary didn’t help—in the forward area Simon was “doing” Ruthie.  Ruthie, on her back, shoulders against the wall, legs up along her brother’s shoulders, wriggled about slapping her brother’s ass.  Simon’s cock went sliding with some ease into the recess of her young cunny.  It was a long steady fuck whereas Annie could hear their sweat trickling down their adolescent bodies.
	On the top bunk was Lucy, she was on her stomach, ass up a little, fingering herself watching her young siblings copulate.  Occasionally she would look up to her Mother.  
	Annie eventually moved to the back of the RV and to the shower.
	Lucy stretched her hand down to smack her brother’s ass as he fucked.  Ruthie was all agleam.  Ruthie Damden was a naughty-oh so naughty little girl.  Conniving, too.

Extra curricular activities
	Karen Blackman. Lisa Froi, Caroline Siegman, and Macy Goy were the three remaining girls teacher Ted Hammond had yet to see naked.  With Ruthie Damden’s help—he did.  Right at the beginning of class, no time wasted on schooling—fuck that.  There were more important things!

	Karen Blackman was tall skinny girl with raven black hair.  She most always never-ever wore pants.  This made it easier for Mr. Hammond to lower her panties.  He could hardly wait to slip her dress off and take a long nasty look at her.  Ruthie slid her panties down from under her short skirt, then lowered her skirt, too.  Mr. Hammond was in a fix and as he caressed Karen’s lily white ass—Ruthie undone his slacks and got out his pulsing prong.
	The man was beside himself—he couldn’t believe the girl was so willing!  It was unheard of!  He was so lucky!  While he caressed Karen’s smooth ass—classmate Ruthie caressed his cock!
	Wow!
	After a good long looksee at Karen’s nakedness he laid the ten year old onto her clothes, opened her legs, and went down on her.  It was such a lovely pussy—smooth, virtually hairless, innocent and just aching to be licked.  So he licked.  He licked, lapped, sucked, and drove his tongue wildly all about the student’s cunt.  A finger went barging up into her asshole that was also virginal.  
	From her pussy to her developing her breast the teacher went sucking, licking, and nipping.  Karen did nothing but remain under the mindlocked power of his personal mind altering device.  As he moved up to enjoy her young breasts, Ruthie worked his cock HARD; guiding it to Karen’s pussy.  There she did glide it up and down the girl’s slit trying to push it in.
	Spurts of cum began to jut forth, squirting up Karen’s lily white body.  Hammond wanted in, he wanted to hump the girl’s slit and cum all over her—but he had other girl’s to get to, too.  Very seldom did he ever “hold back” and interrupt a cum off.  Somehow he managed, he didn’t like it and decided then not to do it again.
	Ruthie went immediately to his cock, sucking it fully, working it hard and keeping it “active.”  Then, she amazed him (again) by going down on Karen!  She did!  It was basically just to lick up the spillage, though.
	Lisa Froi, Caroline Siegman, and Macy Goy were the remaining girls of the class who Mr. Hammond hadn’t gotten to see naked.  Lisa Froi was in green short overalls.  Once the brass clasps were undone the garment fell away revealing the fact that the girl who was an honor student, never missed a day of school; was on the softball team, soccer team, and track; sung in the choir (both at school and her church)—had no panties on.
	There was probably a reason—there always is.

	Mr. Hammond fingered her pussy right off; with the girl standing he held her to himself, caressed her all over then turned her around to begin the fingering—Ruthie once more manipulating his cock working it up against the girl’s ass (and crack.)
	That action only led to Mr. H blowing another partial load.

	Caroline Siegman got it from behind.  Her pants and panties at her knees, Mr. Hammond took a long lusty gander at her ass while Ruthie pried the girl’s cheeks open.  It was sort of a breech of gender trust as Ruthie helped in the debauchery of her fellow feminine classmates.  Mr. Hammond, for one, was glad that she did.
	Ted Hammond couldn’t hold back any longer and with his cock up against Caroline’s ass he began serious pumping.  Ruthie had spit onto Caroline’s asshole and used some spent spunk from Lisa’s cunt to smear on Caroline’s hole.  
	That was good enough—Mr. Hammond began making earnest strides in making anal intrusion.  Ruthie held the girl’s cheeks open and stared in awe; she was delighting in the potential possibility of seeing—yea helping—one of her classmates get sodomized!
	It took a little time, but the mushroom head of Mr. Hammond’s cock disappeared into Caroline’s asshole and then the man’s shaft began going in.  Caroline remained on her hands and knees oblivious to be her anal torment.  Mr. Hammond slid most of his stick into her, gripped her hips and began serious sodomy.  Ruthie continued to hold the girl lest she topple; she also “reached around” her teacher’s sweaty ass and fondled his balls thru his legs.
	With Caroline’s asshole stretched out more penetration was possible.  Mr. Hammond went into “I’m going to go to the end” mode and discovered that the little girl was not a virgin.  The girl’s asshole opened up and received his cock all too easily.
	Hammond didn’t fuck the girl hard, just enough to sink near the full length of his cock into her and get off while doing so minutes later.  Three minutes to be exact.  By then he was well worn out, half the class time was gone, and he had one more girl to go.

*

In the darkness you are the light
	In peace there inevitably lies a monster in wait.  
	Across the cobalt skies drifted aimlessly listless clouds.  High up white billowy pillows with no particular shapes whatsoever.  Higher up were long strands of cirrus clouds.  
	Below the clouds there was time—nothing but time.  A listless time with no meaning.  Meaning.  Time.  Time.  It all had no meaning.  Nothing had meaning.  There was nothing but time but time was meaningless.  Meaningless time.  
	There was heat.  And wind.  Nothing more.  
	For an indeterminate amount of time he lay still; buffed by the desert winds and broiled by the desert sun.  To lay still was to be without pain.  There were sounds—no, noises that vibrated into his soul.  A vile bile filled his mouth.  Opening his eyes was good to see but increased his pain level.  Closing the eyes helped some—but it was movement.  Repeated opening and closing of the lids finally overwhelmed the pain.
	The same went for wiggling his fingers.  Repeated opening then clenching; opening and then clenching alleviated the pain.  The rest of the body followed suit doing menial tasks of movement so that after an hour or so the ability to sit up was possible.
	Laying down was preferable.  
	The presence of being.  The presence of arthritis-like maladies began to seethe thru his body.  Concentrating on the swirling dust devils across his horizon helped downplay the discomfort.  He felt awful.
	“Hey, how’s it going?”
	Looking around there was a desert turtle (tortoise) slowly moseying along.
	“Uh, what?”
	“Going to be another hot one today.” the tortoise said.
	“W-where am I?”
	The tortoise didn’t stop but turned his head, “Here is where you are.”
	“But where is here?”
	The tortoise didn’t answer but continued on its way passing into a tumbleweed and seemingly “disappearing” leaving the desert stranger even more perplexed than ever.  Before him lay a vastness that was nothingness; snow capped range mountains were far away; a few straggly trees dotted the desert-scape; the air was at times brisk and refreshing then in the next breath hot and searing.

	At length there was a stream of water.  Not very wide nor deep; it meandered thru the desert as listlessly as did the wind.  Although there was dire thirst the desert stranger merely stared at the water for a long while before falling into it and partially blocking the natural flow with his body.
	“Follow the stream from where it came.” said a voice.
	The desert stranger sat up; his face caked with sand.  Blinking his eyes from the brightness of the desert he saw something of a bird sitting on a branch of a dead desert tree by the bankside.
	“What?”
	“To find your way you must go back.”
	“Go back?  Where?”
	“That’s where you’ll find it.”
	“Find what?”
	“Yourself.”
	The bird, a vulture, flapped its wings and flew up into the air stirring up a great deal of dust.  The desert stranger had to shield his eyes briefly; when looking to cuss out the ugly desert bird it was gone.  Looking to the water he watched it for its flow.  The bird had said “follow the river back from where it came.”  It took a moment to figure that out but the desert stranger got that he needed to follow the river from where it came from, upstream.
	What would he find there—upstream?  Himself as the bird had said?  The desert stranger didn’t know but began sloughing his way thru the stream in search of that very answer—‘cause basically he didn’t know who he was.

*

sliding home like rats
	It was a battle—within herself; to submit and be submissive; accept the fate and deal with the emotions afterwards—or resist and be disciplined?  As a woman, Kari Nory shouldn’t be so accepting of her fate—‘specially since there were other sharing that same fate.  It wasn’t natural and far from normal.  
	After a perilous adventure in the high desert, Kari and the other cargo-mates were brought down into the low valley skirting the desert hills making tracks back to civilization narrowly missing a hellacious windstorm  as well as prospectors or whoever blowing shit up somewhere in the desert, too.

	Gary still wanted to make for the cabin in the high desert, but the only road leading to it was fubarred midway along.  If it was to be repaired he would have to do it himself.  There wasn’t time, the repair would have to wait—both he and best scumbuddy Mike had to release the “cargo” and return to work the following day.
	There were few places in the desert to be at ease, find shelter, be cool, be unseen.  And less likely to find all those places in the same place.  There was one such place, though, Lizard Lick.  It was a small tucked away serene locale on the desert floor where a conjoining of ridge rocks came together like a “Y”.  
	The ice chests needed replenishing, Mike’s balls were still in some peril, Gary had a case of the heebie-jeebies.  Something strange had happened out in the desert—he didn’t know what but something.  It had him bugged and though he wanted to know out of curiosity he didn’t want to know out of fear.
	He settled for taking his attention to the only woman of the cargo group, thirty-one year old Kari.  She was not as put-off about her situation as she should—she teetered on the Knife’s edge of accepting her fate and resisting.  
	A couple of hours or so had it been since last Gary and Mike had done anything with the cargo.  Mike was ready, his balls ached and his body a little sore, but he was ready.
	A little fresh cool water from the natural spring was a boon to their bodies (inside and out).  A little walk to stretch legs, piss on a rock, then pull various cargoites out, give them some water and have them stand to pee.
	Thereafter, Kari Nory was loved on by both the ultra horn dogs in her midst.  She was spanked (but not hard).  Mike fed her his love tool while Gary spanked her from behind—caressed her ass and admired said ass until his cock said “ok”.
	Mike had a gleam in his eyes, matching his smile.  The woes of their adventure in the mountain pass faded; Kari sucked his cock and did a fine job of it.  Around him were lovely girls of various ages—naked.  He was living a dream.
	Gary pumped and pumped hard striving to get his orgasm.  It was a good hump but though his cock had given him the “go ahead” to do so, it really needed some time off.
	Kari was filled to capacity (at both ends) minutes (many minutes) later.  Her asshole was sore causing her to latch onto Mike’s cock with some dynamic suction causing the young man to power shoot a load filling Kari’s mouth with gobs of man juice.

	Kari spat out most of the goo—Mike force fed her his tool splooge, keeping her mouth tight about his johnson causing her to choke and retch; he finally pulled out to hump her face, gouge her nose, and press hard his testicle sac against her eyes as he strained shooting the very last of his love cream into her hair.
	Gary pulled out of Kari’s asshole and nearly melted.  For his “finale” he wanted to re-visit the rest of his cargo but he doubted it.  It was hot out, he was tired and shagged out as it was—but he had fifteen more holes to fill!  Five more girls, three holes (no waiting).  
	Mike finished with Kari and went to immerse himself in the shallow of the pool.  Gary brought ten year old Sarah to him; the girl got straddled onto him and he was pleased.  Gary then brought the remainder of the cargo over taking little eight year old Jill onto him.
	Mike caressed Sarah’s ass, the water soothed the both of them—little Sarah was calm and offered no resistance as she was fondled and caressed.  It was a time of calming, being at peace.  The water was not only a boon to quench thirsts but to soothe scorched and battered bodies.  Neither Mike or Gary had strength enough to proudly pronounce a hard-on.  The boys Grant and Kyle did, though.
	Twelve year old Grant Harra, a Chinese-American was a nice looking fellow with nice looking fellow—that was hard.  He was a nice looking fellow overall, innocent (well, he was) and tried not to stare at the naked girls they were thrown in with.
	Krista McKoy’s brother, Kyle, was a little older and though he had screwed his sister, Kari, and Gretchen—his pud barely softened and took only moments of looking at little Sarah and Jill on the two scumsuckers to get re-hardened.
	Gary caressed little Jill; the child lay on him and they melded as one in the shallow pool of Lizard Lick.  Noting the hardness of Kyle’s cock, Gary smiled and conveyed to him to “go ahead.”  The boy got the message and went to thirteen year old German girl with incredible red hair Gretchen.  Gretchen lay herself out between Gary and Mike.  Kyle moved onto the girl; the girl parted her legs; Kyle moved INto the girl; the girl thrashed some but not too badly.  Kyle began to fuck and Mike and Gary got wood.

	“Time’s gettin’ on, buddy.” Gary said.
	Mike sighed, farted, and worked Kim who was on his body.  The black girl made faces as her pussy was once more invaded.  She made noises with the faces she made; grunted and groaned, too.

	All the “cargo” were no longer under the exact mind control of Gary’s EMAD, they were not exactly of free will, though; they were somewhat conditioned and that suited Gary and Mike just fine although confounding the cargo.
	Ten year old Sarah thrilled Mike greatly, she was unique in appearance; her long straight blond hair—brilliant eyes of blue, and shyness made her very appetizing.  Then there were her small developing breasts and fantastic little pussy.  A great deal of time Mike spent fingering that little pussy, getting not only his fingers into her sex but his cock, too!
	Having Sarah straddle him was good—having Sarah ride his manhood was better.  Clamping his hands onto her soft warm ass thrilled him beyond belief.  Gently he glided her cunny up and down his shaft—moments later he began easing it into her sex rolling his eyes as the pleasure of the deed significantly sailed him to those lofty heights of ah.
	Little Jill’s cunny took a little time to break in; Gary didn’t mind—he used his fingers, tongue, the handle of a screwdriver, what have you.  Back at the washed out bridge he had twelve year old Grant fuck the girl to break her in before Gary’s mighty fuck stick took a turn.  Still, though, she was eight years young and would require much more “breaking-in” before such pleasures of fucking her could be rendered proper.
	But still, regardless, there was great pleasure anyways just having the naked tyke on his body—her young cunny nestled on his cock.  Holding her hips tightly he moved her up and down with his prick right in her slit.  What ho!  It was pleasure unspeakable!  He held her that way for a long time before tiring.

	Krista detested the act put upon her—licking the black girl, Kim’s, ass.  Kim lay on Mike, his cock was buried to the hilt up into eleven year old cunt—Krista was consigned to take her tongue to the girl’s pried open ass and lick.  She didn’t want to but Gary wanted her to and she had no choice.
	While she licked, Kyle got behind her—like he did at home, and “put it to her”—just like he did at home.  He seemed to like it but tried not to show it.  After a few hearty pumps he pulled out, slapped his organ to her ass, then went to Kim’s ass.
	Grant and Kyle took turns with the girls, Gary and Mike “rested.”
	There was more to do, much more than what was done.  Gary fumed that he hadn’t been able to get to the remote cabin.  He had had it all planned out.  Oh well, next time.  Next time.  The cargo was returned to the van and then returned from whence they had come from with their minds a little “altered” about their adventure.

	Kyle and his sister, Krista, were dropped off in the city.  They were actually from the desert Town but it was full of cops and other assorted law enforcing agencies.  Something was said on the radio about a down helicopter in the desert searching for a miscreant deviant who had kidnapped some children.
	Gary took a long-long road around the military base and around the long way to reach the City fifty miles away.	That left sufficient time for the cargo to “rest.”  Mike and Gary were well rested by then, too.  Before her release, Kari Nory, got nailed.  Gary took first dibs.  His cock still ached and seriously ached; but he took his time and it wasn’t so much as to fully out and out fuck the woman’s brains out, just to stick her and hump a little.
	Kari still wrestled with herself—to give in or fight back.  She couldn’t fight back, though—and it wasn’t for the lack of trying or the strength.  She had no choice but to submit but it was the level of submission that was the thing.
	Five minutes later and Gary hadn’t cum.  He was exhausted and gave all the indications of shooting a load but he hadn’t.  His cock hadn’t had sufficient time off, either, and ached terribly.  It felt better in the woman’s pussy and made him shudder as he withdrew.
	Kari shuddered herself and tried to suppress a moan.
	Mike put his tool into Kari—into Kari’s asshole.  Grant got to fuck Kari’s mouth while Gretchen licked clean the woman’s pussy.  Kyle put his tool into Gretchen’s ass…

	Behind a construction site Kari was let out at the line of portable toilets.  It was Sunday and no one was working.  There was a street close by, it was a downtown area by a convention center, railroad, and other assorted businesses of this and that not open on the weekend.  There were a few cars making travel and if Kari wanted help all she had to do was waltz out and present herself.  Doing so while naked was a guarantee of getting noticed.
	Gary drove to the opposite end of town by a high school.  There Krista was let out—after getting double teamed by Grant and her own brother.  She sucked on Gary’s cock, too.
	Behind the bus station in the alley little Sarah was let out—Mike humping the girl in the ass while Gary jammed his rod into her tight little cunt.  He still didn’t cum but it was a good fuck just the same.
	After being double teamed by Grant and Mike, the black girl, Kim, was dropped off behind a junkyard/car dismantling place.  Her fate was unfortunate with two junkyard dogs attacking her as she made her way thru her territory…

	Gretchen was released in a park just outside of the city, behind some hills.  The park was filled mainly with fishermen and a few drunk partying overworked peoples.  Gary and Mike took turns with Gretchen, spanking her ass and pussy; peeing on her and enjoying themselves before releasing her.  The girl had to suck on Kyle and Grant, too.  The boys took turns spanking her, too; they were willing and couldn’t get enough.
	Then Jill.
	For Jill it was back to the desert town.  The town was still abuzz with activity still; Gary parked behind a café and enjoyed little Jill one more time.  Not much, just caressing her, fondling, fingering, and humping.  Serious penetration was desired, but satisfaction of humping ON her instead of IN her sufficed.  Grant and Kyle humped on the little girl but by then they were tiring, too.
	Elsewhere in town, Grant and Kyle were booted out—after a little hanky and panky involving them, too.  Gary wished there was more time, much more time.  Not much was really done with the boys—Grant and Kyle 69ed; Grant on top.  Gary spanked the boy’s ass, parted the cheeks and sodomized him with some tool handles.  
	After much ado of sucking on Grant’s cock, Kyle locked Grant’s legs back so as Gary could fuck the boy in the ass.  Mike removed the tool embedded into Grant’s asshole and replaced it with his own tool.  The boys were well fucked for several enduring minutes—then out the door they went into the dimming day.
	Gary drove back to the fleaspeck trailer park Mike lived in.  Linda was a little miffed that she had missed all the fun.  Gary showed while Mike fucked his wife and shed some light about their adventure.  Then Mike showered and Gary fucked Linda.  He was right in the middle of humping when Mike and Linda’s two kids came home—Trisha and Ricky.

*

Banging the sheep; Scene II/Act I
	“We need a new plan.”
	Joey agreed.  The remote miner/prospector’s shack had been a good try but the presence of the Scourge was disheartening—as well as a distraction.  And it was unfortunate the fate of Grace Xilynn; it was assumed the Tarantulas had gotten to her and she was dead.  Very unfortunate—it wasn’t Producer Jessie or Director Joey’s intent.  Just sex, deviant sex, was their intent.

	The Actors and Actresses were relocated to the remains of a military outpost.  It was long since abandoned by the military and used occasionally by campers and partiers.  It was not remote and closer to civilization—but at the time of Jessie and Joey’s visit it was empty.
	The men were still reeling on the brush with the Scourge.  
	“Wished we could have filmed that!” Joey said as he set up the camera equipment.  Jessie agreed; his rescuing of Nina, Joey tossing dynamite sticks blowing Tarantulas all over the place.  It would have been something to see (on film.)
	The outpost consisted of a guard tower, a wooden shack, an elongated Quonset hut and an underground bunker.  The day was hot and getting hotter, the supplies were getting supplied out, and the two men were tired-tired-tired.  
	Jessie was bothered about the supposed demise of Grace.  That was unfortunate and unintentional.  Of course, had she not escaped her fate would have been merely down to spanking and more fucking.
	And speaking of spanking…

“Banging the Sheep”
a movie from
J&J Productions

	Cast of Characters:  
	Nina Munchez  Erica Byrly  Heather Cross  Melody Brighton
	Nickolas Jefferies  Ted Griffon  Josh Ghabar

	Opening Scene:  Setting:  abandoned/remote military outpost 
			       Late Afternoon

	Actor Ted Griffon walks into scene where Actress Nina Munchez is positioned over an old horse hitching post.  Nina is naked.  Nina’s arms and legs are stretched out; wrists and ankles secured by sisal rope staked to the ground by iron railroad spikes.  
	Ted begins smoothing his hand over Nina’s ass.  Light spanking and then a hard smack to each cheek.  Then, prying the cheeks open he gawks at the girl’s hole and crack, and pussy.  Ted begins pushing his finger into Nina’s asshole then stands up behind her pushing into her asshole his fully engorged cock.

	Actress Melody Brighton secured by ropes spread eagle to a large boulder; naked.  Actor Nickolas on his knees licking the girl’s pussy.  Beside them on the sand Actress Heather and Erica were sixty-nining while Actor Josh sodomized Heather (who was on top of Acrtess Erica.)  Actress Bradley stood off to one side drinking lots of water…

	The heat of the day was uncomfortable; buzzards were panting in nearby trees; heat waves drifted aimlessly; the birds were using potholders to pull worms out of the ground; farmers are feeding their chickens crushed ice to keep them from laying hard-boiled eggs; the cows are giving evaporated milk; the trees are whistling for the dogs; you can say 113 degrees without fainting; you eat hot chilies to cool your mouth off; you learn that a seat belt makes a pretty good branding iron; the temperature drops below 95, you feel a bit chilly; you've experienced condensation on your butt from the hot water in the toilet bowl.  And many other statements in answer to “How hot is it?”
	Ted Griffon tightened up as his cock strained in Nina Munchez.  He gave a power fuck, shuddered all over then began to melt as his orgasm was met and the plummeting afterwards took over.  Stepping back the camera zoomed in on the boy’s spew squirting out of Nina’s asshole.  
	After some minutes of licking out Melody’s pussy, Nick stood to glide into her sex his aching cock.  He began to pump as soon as he was all the way in.  Though the boy was merely twelve, he did a fair job of fucking.  His friend, Josh, also was good at fucking although he was merely twelve; Heather reeled as she was not only fucked in the ass by young Josh buy in her pussy, too.  Erica, underneath, got the assigned task to not only suck in her friend’s cunt but to suck on the boy’s flopping testicle sac.
	After drinking two bottles of ice cold water and waiting some ten minutes afterwards—she had to pee.  So she did.  The camera zeroed in on the girl’s teen twat and the steady stream of pee that squirted out of it.  Bradley Barnon had to stand up straight, leg stance open wide, and give way to the urgency of urination.  When done, she went to position herself at Nina’s face to be licked clean.

	Act II
	All eyes were on the boys, Nick and Josh as they did what they did best—butt fuck.  Nickolas assumed the doggie style position while his friend, Josh, took charge of his rear.  Josh firstly placed his face into the friend’s ass crack, licking and latching onto the dangling testicles before making anal insertion with his pud.

	Ted got into the act, too; putting his pud into Nick’s mouth.  He wasn’t too opposed to the act but would rather the act be more private and not with the girls watching.  But he had no choice and thrusted his prick into the young boy’s mouth and dismissed the onlookers.
	Nina and Melody remained as they were—on the hitching post and boulder.  The Director took up stance behind Nina—he spanked her with his throbbing cock before inserting into her sex.  Producer Jessie went to Melody.  He caressed the naked girl, squeezing her breasts, pinching the nipples, getting horny.
	Just as Jessie was getting into the groove, Bradley came out and brained him—with a rock.  Jessie stumbled and twitched a little flailing all about as anyone would who had just been brained by rock.  Joey whirled around and got a hunk of pipe across his back from Erica.  
	Jessie managed to recover (somehow) and as Bradley charged him he feigned left then grabbled the charging girl and sent her hurtling into the boulder.  Then he dashed to the truck and the electronic mind altering device hidden therein.  Ted chased after him.  Joey had his hands full of Erica and Heather. 
	At the truck Jessie grabbed for where the EMAD was hidden just as Ted and Bradley reached him.  There was a tussle with dire determination amongst them all to get control of the Device.
	Suddenly, a noise burst open the scene—motorcycles!

Final cut
	“We need a new plan.”
	Joey stood reeling from immense back pain staring down the lone dirt road to the cloud of dust descending upon them quickly.  Jessie winced from the immense pain to his head—the more he tried shaking it off the more he got dizzier.
	The heat of the day was getting hotter, the situation was out of control and deeply fucked up.  Slipping on his pants and shoes Joey grabbed a box from the truck and made for the guard tower.  Jessie looked to Ted,
	“Think you can drive this?”
	The truck was an Army surplus thing, square box cab and cargo area covered by musty with a stick shift.  The stick shift was with HI/LO gears.  Ted nodded and feeling the urgency of the situation jumped into the driver’s seat.  Joey grabbed a box from the cab and made for guard tower.  Jessie untied Melody and Nina saying to them—“Get in the truck!”

	Upon hearing the motorcycles (again) Nina was the first to bolt.  The others followed suit stumbling nakedly all over each other as they did so.  Ted grinded the gears in take off.  A huge swirl of searing hot sand fell upon the area.  The Scourge had arrived.

*

the journey begins
	“So you going to jump or what?”
	Distance from the bridge to the cargo ship—20 feet.  Likelihood of successful drop on cargo ship moving up the Canoe River at 14 knots—probably not very likely.
	“Guess not.”
	“Wanna go swimming instead?”
	That was more likely.
	“But first!” Eric grinned cheering up; he turned about and pulled his pants down.  One by one his friends accompanied him.  The cargo ship passing underneath tooted its horn with some personnel coming out of the bridge to shake their fists at the naughty children.
	After the BA to the Gallbreath cargo ship going up the Canoe River, the kids, Eric, Derrick, Katey, and Emily, picked their way along the tracks to the trail that led to their seclusive pond.  The kids were mostly quiet, thoughts to their own as they made their way.  
	At the pond there was evidence that teenagers had been there prior; discarded panties, condoms, and empty beer cans.  The kids were disappointed that their secret pond had been violatated.
	“Fucking teenagers!” bitched Eric as he kicked the beer cans.
	Derrick was more interested in the discarded panties.  
	Emily came to sit on a small boulder, she was still sore and wore out easily.  Busting her out of the hospital had been a big deal; but she was willing to go along.  The hospital creeped her out and she was getting tired of it.  There at the last there had been talk of shipping her to foster care and she didn’t want that—it would mean away from her friends.
	It was Katey who firstly stripped off her clothing and after stepping into the pond up to her knees dove into the brisk but refreshing pool.  Derrick quickly followed suit with a disgruntled Eric following up.  Emily was last in.

	There was a lot of frolicking but no one seemed to be overly energetic about it.  Eric came up sputtering from diving as deep as he could—still unable to reach the bottom.  Katey came up close to him holding onto the submerged handle of an old piece of mining equipment.  The two stared at one another for a moment; Katey offered a meager smile whispering,
	“I’m glad you didn’t jump.”
	Eric smiled back, he was glad, too.
	Katey was pretty—especially naked.  Eric’s penis stiffened in the chilled water; Katey’s nipples stood out.  Her raven dark hair pasted to her face made her even more prettier to Eric.  The water was mostly clear and he could see her nakedness well enough—she could see him, too.
	Eric stood on some part of the submerged machine, he stepped a little closer to his babe; Katey grinned some and stepped to him until their bodies were touching.  Then, holding onto the equipment they embraced one another and began to kiss.  Eric’s pud went up against Katey’s body; Katey put it down between her legs taking her left leg about her young lover angling herself so as his cock could get into her.
	“They at it again.” Derrick said in a not-so-bare whisper.  Emily giggled and seemed to lighten up a bit as she treaded the water.  Derrick had found a small shelf just below the water to stand on and under water he masturbated.  Emily slowly made her way to him—either for one thing or to keep from drowning.
	Derrick stopped jerking his merkin and clasped his hands to Emily spinning her around to guide her to him.  Emily’s feet found the ledge and straddled Derrick.  The boy’s pud went right up between the girl’s legs; Emily felt of it and toyed with it; this of course pleased young Derrick and he liked it—a lot!
	The water got to jostling pretty good as by the submerged mining equipment Eric and Katey had officially hooked up with Katey’s legs wrapped about her lover’s waist.  Eric had found a way to keep him on the underwater equipment as well as maintain his erection in Katey’s sex.  He clung to her ass and though it was a little clumsy and a lot awkward—they managed to engage in underwater sex.
	Emily leaned forward some, her hands held by Derrick’s outstretched hands with his pud guiding its way into her tight shit hole.  The chilled water made the girl’s crapper all the tight but Derrick was determined and after much trying and sincere effort he began to make some headway.  Emily was willing but the cold water kept her hole tight and unforgiving.

	Upon achieving that “good feeling”, Eric and Katey broke their underwater coupling act.  Eric’s willy was still hard; Emily grabbed for it playing with it under water to the point of whereas she dunked herself under the water and went after it orally.
	Derrick and Emily were back to swimming.
	After finding his willy, Katey hadn’t much air left but she gave the pud a good suck; she cupped his balls and sucked on them, too, before having to shoot up and gasp for air.  Eric giggled and gulping a big breath of air dunked down to get to Katey; she was accommodating—after splashing away from him, darting this way and that.  Eric grabbed her legs and she kicked away finally coming back to the submerged mining equipment.  Eric came to her (underwater) and went to her pussy straightaway.
	Derrick watched as Emily crawled up onto the small shore.  After stretching she stood a little ways from the lip of the pool, spread her stance and began to pee.
	“Why didn’t you do that here?” Derrick asked.
	“Ewewew!” Emily stated, “We’re swimming in there!”
	good point
	Derrick crawled out of the pool; waggling his cock he came to Emily.
	“Ewewe,” she exclaimed, “get that thing away from me!”
	Derrick approached her squirting some golden liquid love causing the timid naked girl to squeal and back up stumbling over forgotten mine equipment.  Derrick was on her quickly pinning her down giggling.  Emily giggled, too.  She looked a lot better than she did when she was in the hospital.  There were still the bruises from her bout with her Daddy, she still had some tender spots on her young body but she was doing better.
	Against her hairless poon Derrick did rub the head of his dick; the black boy’s body glistened in the afternoon sun.  His mamba strengthened harder and harder cutting off his intent to pee on her.  So he did the next best thing—
	Eric shot up from his cunt munching task gasping for air.  Katey shot away from him diving into the deep part of the pool going down.  Eric chased after her.  There was the big piece of machinery and something resembling a tractor in the pool, on its side.  There was some plant life growing about the machinery and walls of the pool but not much.  Katey grabbed holt of the tractor and other thing to elude Eric; but running out of breath she began to panic.  The further down into the pool she got the darker it got, too.  The panic level began to overwhelm her and she began to flail about madly.
	Suddenly she was grabbed.

	Panic was a horrible thing; gasping for breath and life young Katey exploded into a small space that was sufficient for sustaining life.  Eric was there to hold and calm her.  Katey sputtered, coughed, and lost all composure for some minutes.  Then she latched onto Eric and held him.
	“I got you, babe,” he said, “I got you.”
	The two held tightly to one another with Katey trembling and shaking.
	They brushed their lips to one another but the water cold and interrupted their feeble attempt at “warming” one another as intended.
	“Let’s go back up,” Eric said, “see what the other two are doing.”
	Emily was ok with that but dreaded going back under the water and getting lost.  Eric held her hand promising not to let go.  Then, holding hands, the two dove back down and out of the machinery.  Once clearing it they headed up to the surface.
	Just breaching the surface they saw not their friends on the shore but someones knew.

*

Summer love
	Tray and Cody stole secretly to the hidden seclucsive pond exclaiming “Whoa!” and “Wow!” at the find.  They paid little attention to the cast off clothing, except for the panties and other assorted clothing or the trash left behind by the teenagers.
	“What I tell ya!” exclaimed Tray Baxton.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” replied his buddy, Cody.  “How deep’s the water?”
	“I dunno.” 
	The boys stripped off their clothes and quickly barged in.
	A lot of splashing, spitting water at one another and then trying to dive to the bottom of the pond.  Neither were successful and came up gasping and sputtering for air.  They tried unsuccessful twice more before crawling onto the shore heaving.
	“Fuck that.” said Tray.
	“Amen.” Cody said.
	After a little rest Tray fumbled in his pants’ pocket producing a small sandwich baggie.  Cody said, “Fire it up, bro!”
	Cody and Tray were not brothers, just best friends and new residents at the nearby fleaspeck trailer park where they learned of the secret pond that was not so secret.
	Tray produced from the baggie a fat doobie and “lit it up.”  He took a hit and passed it to his friend.  Back and forth until the boys began to get high.
	Then they got silly.
	Well, not so much as “silly” as ludicrous or foolish but giddy and giggly.  Then they sat staring at one another—being the full functionality of “silly.”  They bursted into fits of outrageous laughter before Cody fell out onto the ground and began to masturbate.
	For being merely twelve, Cody Endon had a nice dick.  Very nice.  It was longer than it should be, more stout and was deemed very nice.  Laying out on his back on the warm sun kissed sand he stroked his above average cock; friend Tray eyed the cock with a quirky smile—his own dick not so bad, either—for a boy of merely twelve.
	Tray crawled to his friend eyeing the tube steak as a delicious treat.  And it was!  Tray firstly gripped his friend’s stick, squeezing the beefy member with some care; working it up and down while his friend wriggled in the sand with one hand squeezing his nuggets.
	“Suck it or fuck it!” Cody complained, “Stop fucking with it!”
	Tray giggled and complied with his friend—pressing his lips down onto the pulsing prong engulfing the member wholly.  Cody arched his hips up shoving his fuck stick into his friend’s (and what a friend!) mouth.  Tray began sucking—not a perfect suck but he was new at the game.  He went up and down and up and down and repeat.  Cody began to twist and arch; his cock throbbing harder and harder until finally “what a friend” Tray popped the friendly cock out of his mouth and moved up into straddling position.
	Down Tray went, slowly taking his friend’s friendly cock (like he had many times before.)  Slowly down he went, grunting a little as the cold water had tightened the boy’s rim.  But he was determined as was his friend.  Down-down he went until the bulbous tip disappeared.  Tray continued his downward descent taking all of his friend’s prong in a minute’s time.
	Then, Tray straddled Cody and the art of butt fucking became true.
	Cody firstly ran his hands up Tray’s arms, then placed them on his friend’s ass and humped up.  Tray moved his hips up and down sometimes up too much causing his friend’s willy to pop out.  No matter, he humped his balls onto the rimmer, caressed Cody’s bare chest and then laid down on him.  Tray worked his member back into Cody’s hole and continued sodomizing him.
	The boys got into their deed—and how!  Tray humped hard on the schlong invading his asshole; Cody strove hard to hump—straining, grunting, groaning, and clenching.

	The pivotal point of their illicit love finally came to a head (literally) with Cody thrusting his prick deftly into his friend’s rectum and straining extremely hard as juts of his boyish love squirted into the tract.  Tray, too, orgasmed—squirting his own juices onto Cody’s very tan hairless boyish chest.
	Tray laid his chest down onto his own spunk, meshing it together.  His lips came to Cody’s and the two began to kiss; to explore one another in a whole new level of lust.
	They rolled into the pond to wash up and Cody took a turn at trying to ass stab his friend while underwater.  Didn’t work but it was a nice try.  The two DID embrace one another and kiss each other under water—as well as give one another blowjobs.
	Thereafter they collected themselves and their clothes and climbed up out of the defunct miner’s pond and went home.

	Eric sputtered some water, shaking water from his eyes/face.  He seemed a little embarrassed; Emily was only mere inches from him--she said nothing.  Their shoulders touched; Emily moved around Eric getting up against Eric, embracing him.
	“Pretty intense stuff, huh?” she said referring to Tray and Cody.
	“Yeah.” Eric replied, he didn’t know what else to say.
	Reaching around, Emily found Eric with a boner!  Imagine!

	“It’s not in.” Katey said spurting some water.
	Derrick knew that.  The cold water made anal penetration a little difficult and when he attempted vaginal penetration he lost his balance.  Having to grip onto Katey’s hips while delivering his erection to Katey’s body was a neat trick.  Katey clung to sunken mining equipmrent and could offer no to little help.  She stood bending over but only so far because of the water level.
	Katey and Derrick were secluded under the curvature of pieces of former equipment; it gave them shelter from being seen but they could peek out thru wire mesh and see out just fine.
	And just after Derrick finally made vaginal entry into Katey, Katey saw more uninvited come to the area.  A teen girl and boy came along with a little girl and boy.

	The little girl was cute—straight long blond hair, no more than seven years old.  She eagerly plopped down from the rocky trail onto the sandy beach of the hidden pool and began exploring alongside the little boy.

	The little boy had reddish brown hair, freckles, and was very adamant in his exploration and little else—not even when the teen girl began undressing.  The boy, Rodney, was a happy-go-lucky child of eight years and had no problem with a “girl” in his midst.
	The teen girl who was undressing herself wore a bathing suit under her simple shirt and jeans.  She was of average size for thirteen, long straight dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, nice tits.  She went slowly undressing looking with disgust at the liter that littered the supposed secret place.
	The teen boy did not wear a swimsuit under his clothes; he had dashing good looks—blond hair, a fresh teenage face that was still boyish and innocent.  He stripped to his underwear but held off further stripping.  He stood boldly upright at the lip of the pond with a prominent erection proudly seen bulging his tidy-whiteys.	
	He was a handsome fuck.  Tall, a little athletic, hairless chest (and back.)  Shane Bowler was a nice looking fellow who’s “fellow” was about to burst out of the underwear it was contained in—‘specially when the likes of Megan Malvoy stepped up to the pond.
	Shane looked elsewhere, wincing some as the bright Summer sun bore into his eyes.  Beside him, Megan stooped testing the water—it was colder than she thought.  Shane’s contained cock was ready to explode.  Looking up he watched as Megan’s sister, Karen and friend, Rodney, climbed about the remains of the defunct mining operation long since abandoned; the kids were more interested in playing around a new environment than swimming.
	“You guys going to come swimming or what?” Shane asked.
	Karen was the first to return, Rodney looked around the new environment a bit more—until seeing Karen undressing going completely nude.  Though he was merely eight, he wasn’t stupid.
	Megan helped the undressing of her step-sister, Shane stood waiting somewhat anxiously nearby.  The day was hot and time was short.  He could see briefly little Karen’s nude body and it only caused him to get harder.
	“Go ahead and take your clothes off.” Megan told Rodney.  The boy semi eagerly peeled off his shirt but stumbled getting his pants off.  Megan caught him and steadied him; Karen was nude and stood with her toes just touching the chilled water.  
	With Rodney naked, Megan surreptitiously fondled his dick.  Rodney grinned; Megan’s back was to Shane blocking his view of her doing.  Megan tugged on the smallish member, fondled his bare nads, then caressed his ass.  Then, standing up, “You going in or what?”

	Shane shucked his tidy-whiteys and gave no one a chance to gawk at his fine nude body as he dove into the chilling pond.  Karen paid little attention to the naked Shane; Megan did—she grinned and blushed some before standing and plunging herself into the pond but not in dramatic fashion.
	Naked Rodney made a running jump and barreled his way into the center of the crisp clear water; little Karen was a little giddy and peed some as she stood apprehensively at the pond’s edge not sure about the aspect of merging into the cold water or staying on the hot sand.
	Big (step) sister Megan reached out for her and helped her in.  Then as the tyke got over the initial burst of chilling water, Megan slipped off her bathing suit and tossed the garments onto the shore.  Shane dove to the bottom flashing his bare ass for all to see.  Rodney and Karen merely swum about being kids.  Megan hung close to the edge mindful of the kids and the submerged equipment.
	Shane reappeared and splashed water to the others; Karen came to him to ride his shoulders.  Rodney wanted on Megan’s shoulders and she let him.  The group enjoyed themselves frolicking—frolick! frolick! frolick!  afterwards they came to the shore once more.
	It was nice to see Karen as she crawled onto the shore on her hands and knees giving everyone (everyone) a nice looksee at her lily white ass, crack, and everything else.  Whether or not his hard-on had ever diminished or not was not known, but as Shane pulled himself out of the water his erection was still—erect.
	Megan came lastly turning herself as she came onto the lip of the shore and laying herself out to be basted by the sun—revealing her teen sex for all to see (and enjoy.)
	Shane noted the girl’s nakedness (and how!)  Rodney checked it and then stared at it—his little pud that had been shriveled up some suddenly sprouted to full hardness.  Little Karen lay beside her sister not at all uncomfortable about being naked amongst the others.
	After some drying time in the sun, Megan sat and looked around; then, laying on her side she began fingering her little sister’s pussy.  Little Karen didn’t seem to mind; she naturally opened her legs and merely giggled some as she was fingered.
	Rodney sitting on the other side of the naked Karen sat up and began fondling himself, watching the fingering action and seemingly being very enthused.  Shane sat up closer to Megan, his hardness right up the girl’s ass.  Slowly did Shane then put his hands onto Megan’s side, going up and down; sneaking under her arm to fondle the bodacious teen titties.

	Rodney’s cock got harder and harder…
	Soon, Shane began working his cock between Megan’s ass.  Megan lifted her leg a bit to allow Shane access and when he began vaginal entry, Megan was masturbating Rodney.  Tugging and tugging on the boy’s pud she got him very happy (and hard).  Megan soon pulled on the boy’s cock guiding him onto Karen.
	With Karen’s legs opened wide, Rodney guided into her sex his pud.  It wasn’t his first time—not Karen’s.  The girl grunted and made some faces; her legs flailed about some; Shane was having fits as he watched the sex act and participating in one of his own.  
	“It’s not in.” Karen called out.  At a mere seven the girl was wise…
	Rodney for some reason had a difficult time making the penetration.  He was directed; then, by Megan, to “go down on her.” The boy complied, munch-munch-much.  There seemed to be a fair amount of pre-schooling, the knowledge of sex and sex acts, components of sex and sex act young children shouldn’t know about.  Rodney flicked his tongue all about the little girl’s naked pussy; his fingering and lapping of her cunny made her giggle and pee on him.  Rodney didn’t seem to mind and went after cunt munching her little beaver tenaciously.
	This, of course, only caused Shane to hump Megan with a serious furor.  Much of which Megan enjoyed.  She caressed Rodney’s ass as he munched her cunt and when finally he was once more in position for regular sex she caressed his ass with a few smackings to it, too.
	As Rodney fucked little Karen, Shane fucked Megan—and how!  His cock popped out a time or two and Megan grabbed it—held it and guided it either back into her pussy or her poop chute.  Shane didn’t care, a hole was a hole was a hole…
	When at last Shane “got his” Rodney too immature to cum was ready for something new.  That was a new position.  Megan got Karen to turn over and assume the “doggie-style.”  Rodney liked that, he liked Karen’s naked ass to look at and look at it he did.
	Megan laid her ownself out on her backside, Shane mounted her and though he had just cum off in her pussy he lay on her to hump said pussy.  Megan caressed his outstretched looked arms, adoring his handsome face.  Rodney put his face into Karen’s wiggling butt and licked her hole.
	Soon the lust began anew in them all—Karen not so much but she was a good egg.  Shane eased his cum squirter into Megan’s cunt and began heartfelt pumping with serious overtones.  Rodney had licked his fill of Karen’s butt crack and cinched himself up to insert his little stiffy into her.

	From beyond the hidden pond the surf could be heard crashing onto the unpopular beach; a cargo ship was passing under the nearby trestle; the 2 o’clock train was thundering across the trestle; the day was getting on.  Rodney had every inch of his eight year old cock buried to the hilt in Karen’s fuckable little asshole.  He humped hard with all his might striving to reach that nearly unattainable goal for his age.
	Shane’s cock pleased Megan and when he tried to pull out—her pussy grabbed his dick swallowing him back in.  Megan was athletically active and though lo she had been “swallowing” dick since she was eleven, her pussy was still delightfully tight.  
	“That’s too much!” Karen finally exclaimed pulling away from the weary Rodney.  Although he didn’t like the break he accepted it and sat on his heels masturbating.  Karen pulled herself away some fingering her well fucked asshole.  Laying partially on her side with a leg cocked at the knee upraised—Shane drove his dick into Megan’s all the harder with reverence as he eyed the girl’s bald naked pussy.
	There was a since of urgency and other emotions—Megan could see them in Shane’s eyes.  And she knew very well what the handsome perv was looking at and why he was hounding her cunt so.  Megan clung to him, her legs about his waist, her jiggling barely teen breasts pressed against his rock hard hairless but boyish chest—their bodies tingling in a sensational mesh of undeniable lust.
	After Shane got his fantastic orgasm—he was worthless.  He lay partially on Megan until she pushed him off.  Smiling to Rodney the boy got the message and scooted on his knees to her.  Taking over masturbating his willy she pleased him and sat still watching him.
	Slowly, Shane recovered and peeked over Megan’s shoulder a little shocked at what he was seeing.  His pud took merely seconds to get restiffened; it pressed against Megan’s ass and he began to pump.
	From masturbation to sucking; Megan brought Rodney’s puddling to her mouth and began sucking it.  Cupping the boy’s soft warm ass she devoured his cock going all the way down and enjoying herself as much as was Rodney himself.  Shane was beginning to get into serious agony.
	“Go to her.” Megan said after popping Rodney’s cock out of her mouth and bringing the boy to hump her breasts instead.
	“Really?” Shane asked for confirmation.
	Megan blushed and nodded her head quickly.
	Shane didn’t move and seemed perplexed if not unsure.

	Megan called for her sister.  The cute naked little blond haired girl crawled over and got on the other side of the naked handsome Rodney.  It was a little awkward and somewhat clumsy but as Rodney humped Megan’s breasts as she lay on her side; Karen got up against her with Shane behind Megan.  Got that pictured?  Ok, then, with Shane on his knees and his cock throbbing hard and proudly, and boldly, little Karen was secretly encouraged.
	Encouraged to reach out and take holt of the good-looking hunky teen boy’s cock.  Her little fingers wrapped about the prong; she was soooo cute!  She giggled, blushed and boggled the mind of the teen she masturbated.  Then he was further boggled when the little naked seven year old “went down on him.”
	She did!

	Just before the anticipatory cum shoot, Megan interrupted the oral action of her sister to Shane.  Conveying subtle messages to the teen hunk the boy laid out on the warm sand; his teenhood was lovely to look at—and it glistened nicely in the noonday sun all slobbered on by young Karen.  
	Megan worked the organ herself, fondled his balls, then waggled it in a playful manner.  Then, she brought Karen over.  Shane was perplexed—surely she didn’t mean--?  Surely not!
	Straddling Shane’s cock Karen giggled as she rode the teen’s dong; Megan gently pushed her down and Rodney came over to have a looksee at the goings on and the proposed going on to go on—or in.  His own pud was stiff and gorgeous.  Megan couldn’t wait to get back to it.  But first!
	After Karen laid down Shane caressed her fine nude body; patting her little dainty ass, squeezing the ass, and moaning.  Megan parted her sister’s little ass and gripping her sides guided her up and down riding Shane’s shaft without it actually penetrating her.
	Karen’s young age prevented her from truly being penetrated—but!
	Raising her hips up a little—well, the length of Shane’s cock, Megan took holt of Shane’s schlong and kissed the head of his helmet to Karen’s bald poon.  With her legs spread wide over Shane’s body she was gently guided down to where Shane’s pud began entering her.
	Karen’s young age and Shane’s teen age prevented full penetration—but not for the lack of trying.  Regardless of those two factors, the head of Shane’s schlong fully disappeared into Karen’s cunt.  The head and a bit of shaft then a little bit more before Karen experienced discomfort.  Shane held her hips and worked her little body up and down himself.
	Meanwhile, Megan laid down and Rodney laid on her…

	Seagulls—bloody seagulls cawed in the lengthening afternoon; another ship traversed the Canoe River; another train rumbled across the bridge.  The day wore on and on and on.  In the hidden area, Shane Bowler’s cock exploded.  Gobs of fresh hot teen spunk spewed partially into Karen’s little cunt while most of the goo coated her cunny and ass.  Shane pulled out and ejaculated great gobs onto Karen’s body—specifically her pussy and cunt area with more oozing from his piss slit and coating his dong.
	Megan rose up from getting a good doinking by Rodney and began licking up the spillage.  Rodney watched.  Karen scooted up Shane’s sweaty body to settle on his face; but prior to squashing his face with her cum soaked cunt—Megan took her tongue to her sister’s poon and cleaned it up!
	She did!
	Once clean she settled onto Shane’s handsome face and began wiggling as Shane drove his tongue into the girl’s little slit.  Megan sucked all over Shane’s love tool keeping it from softening.  She then straddled it and guided it into her own sex for a nice hump.
	
*

Into the cave
	“I don’t think our place is secret anymore.” Katey said disgruntled.
	“Fucking teens.” Eric bitched.
	“What’s in there?” Derrick asked pointing to the cave.  The “cave” was a part of the mining operation of long-long ago.  Derrick gathered himself finding that he was actually growing a little tired of being in the water.  Emily rummaged thru her small backpack rifling out a sandwich and a bottle of flavored water.  She wasn’t interested in the cave and sought shade by some equipment on the shore that provided such.
	Eric was interested in the cave and after pissing on the rotting tire of a tractor he and Derrick entered the cave.  Emily and Katey looked to one another saying, “Boys.”

	“Whoa!  Check this out!” Derrick exclaimed.
	Eric and Derrick found at the back of the large open mouthed cave a small tunnel that after fifteen feet opened to a large closed room—but it was illuminated!  Illuminated by a crystal clear pond of water or rather glowing crystal rocks beneath the surface.  
	“Hey!” said Derrick excitedly, “It’s warm!”
	And it was.  Strange.

	The girls came into the inner cave at the boys’ exuberant calling.  They weren’t as impressed as were the boys.  Katey hunkered down at the rim of the shimmering pool, there was no sand on the floor, just hard earth and mostly rock.  Derrick slid into the pool finding it very warm.  Eric piddled around finding odds and ends of mining tools to occupy his curiosity.
	Emily was tempted to go into the water but had spent the entire afternoon in water and was ready to move on.  Not to go back home, of course, just a change of scenery.  (be careful what you wish for…)
	A narrow passage at the back of the inner cave took Emily’s attention; she heard a noise and was curios.   Her curiosity drew her into peril.  Eric had just dove into the warm pool and Katey was about to when…
	“HELP!” screamed Emily.  There was a screech and then a KER-PLASH!

Emily’s adventure
	There were glowing crystals along the walls, strange moss that hung in clumps—when touched the moss basically disintegrated scattering spores of moss seed as well as small tiny minute critters.  There was a strange smell, more than a classic “odor”; more than simple mustiness.  The air was heavy, too; a new strange sensation that was just creepy.  There was something of a tunnel to be had—and felt.  The ceiling was higher in some areas, lower elsewhere.  Narrow, too.  The tunnel seemed to be comprised of volcanic structuring and natural earth.  Algae was everywhere, glowing plant life on the walls with spotted cabbage, puffballs, and adder’s tongue mixed in.
	Overpowering odors filled the tunnel causing anyone traveling in it to have to stoop or crawl on the rough natural floor; parasites of some sort jumped all about crawling over bare hands—and body causing the unfortunate traveler to shriek. 
	For a long while Emily sat still, huddling in the sheer darkness illuminated barely by the glowing plant life, insect life, and light glowing crystals.  Her knees hurt where she had fallen on them.  In her scurrying haste she had gotten herself lost—unable to find her way back to where she fell she crawled about realizing too late that she should have stayed put.
	She cried some and then called out in a weak meager voice.  The air was so heavy and choked with the spores she had stirred up she could only manage to choke.  So she sat nakedly where she was waiting.

	The darkness became blackness.  The air became sullen with strange sounds erupting into her brain causing the young naked girl to clench herself.  “I-is—is someone there?” she called out nervously.  Emily had never been truly frightened of the dark—only of her fucked up Dad.  Btu the darkness began to surround her and with unknown noises she couldn’t describe to herself increasing with not only intensity but closeness—Emily fled.
	As she scrambled hurriedly down the tunnel scrapping her hands, knees, and shoulders, she thought she heard a voice.  Her panic superseded everything—including hearing and good sense.  Trying to contain her breathing so as she could hear she turned to face the direction she had been coming from—when a piece of moss she had disturbed brushed against her backside.
	She didn’t know if she went forward or backward or what, she fled in a furor to flee with panic driving her at breaknecking speeds down a long narrow passage that emptied her into a larger room—actually dropped her several feet into a larger room.
	The new room was dotted with huge boulders, they seemed to have faces carved into them.  There was air movement and an almost deafening thundering noise Emily thought was a train moving on its tracks but the sound was constant.  The air didn’t seem to be as heavy but it was a little colder.  As she moved limping with a bad foot she found a warm air current in the middle area.
	The middle area was sunken in a couple of feet from the outer area.  The room was round, sort of, with a ceiling young Emily couldn’t see.  It was strange as there seemed to be a shroud of darkness surrounding the outer area and up into the ceiling but in the middle there was light.
	The light was dull and diffused; its source unknown.  It wasn’t bright light by no means--kind of like the dusk of day.  The warm air was greater in the middle, though—so was the thundering noise.  Emily’s fright was a mix of Fright and Curiosity.  
 	There in the mix, too, was hurtie-owies from the numerous scrapes and cuts.  She then saw a pool of water, about a cup’s worth.  It sparkled, shimmered, and Emily wanted to wash away some of the blood from her knees and hands.  The pool was on the side of the inner sunken area.  Making her way across she thought she saw something.  Pausing she stooped down, gulping for air and good sense she waited.  Her hands were right at the water and she didn’t notice strands of some sticky substance darting out to her…

	Seeing slimy green tendrils shooting out of a rock covering your hand would make anyone scream.  Emily Maschier did just that.  And loudly, too.  And along with screaming she reacted as most would—pulling back.  The tendrils snapped back leaving a tingling sensation on Emily’s hand.  Reacting instinctively again she washed her hands in the small pool of water in a natural cistern.  The tingling stopped almost instantly and when she looked at her hand—it was healed!
	That was strange.  Very strange.  Emily watched as the water she had used from the cupped rock seeped back and became filled.  Scooping the water out she washed her knees and everywhere else she had been injured.  There was some tingling but miraculously she was healed.  Amazing!

Emily meets a new friend
	With some of the young girl’s fright fading, it was on to check out that what had caught her attention in the first place.  She approached slowly, squinting her eyes seeing long strands of stingy moss concealing not so an opening.  Against better judgment she moved thru the tangly moss then freaked a little as the moss seemed to be attracted to her; clinging to her hair and skin stirring up lifeless spores and fluttering insects everywhere.
	Emily stumbled, lost her balance and fear once more engulfed her sending her spinning to her knees.  The ground was hard and unfriendly causing her great pain for some time.  She gasped for breath sputtering trying to gather herself.  When she did, she clenched—all over.  The room was cold and where the light came from she didn’t know—but it was almost like at dusk (again) and she could see dust particles slowly falling.  As the dust settled she saw the walls.  One circular wall with what looked like holes in various places.  Lots of holes.  
	Emily remained on her knees for a moment longer then slowly stood up.  “I should leave.”  Which was a good idea.  As she stood brushing away the pain to her knees she saw something in all those holes.  Brushing the moss from her face she peered not to closely to see there was indeed something inside the holes, niches.
	Emily leaned forward, her naked ass clenching tight.
	“What the hell?”  like a typical kid, she “poked” the object in the hole.
	Clearing away some of the moss not so concealing the hole she saw something that would normally be more fitting on a doctor’s desk.  A skull.
	Of course, when she saw that it was a skull—she screamed.

	Her scream was short lived, however; backing up she realized that ALL the holes had skulls in them.  Emily was no longer able to scream; she had reached that pivotal point where she was incapable of producing a hearty scream.   
	Then, from behind a screen of thick hanging moss came a form.
	Emily froze and stared as out from the moss came a form.  It was tall, it was shrouded in stringy moss; it wore some sort of long gray tattered cloak that completed covered its head all the way to the floor concealing, too, it’s feet.
	Emily could say nothing but only stand peeing.

	The cloak shrouded creature stepped closer to the frightened girl; closer and closer sliding across the smooth surfaced ground closer and closer.  Then, there was a strange to curious creaking noise—it reminded her of cracking a head of lettuce.  
	From out of the center of the shrouded creature something was protruding.  Emily stared and stared—peed and peed.  Cocking her head, “What the fuck?”
	The shrouded creature had stopped moving, but the protrusion poked out its cloak that seemed almost sticky in substance, maybe like skin?  The protrusion took a moment to figure—to Emily it was a stick.  A twisted and gnarled stick that twisted as it came out.  The stick had thin membrane goo that peeled away as it continued poking out reaching towards the naked Emily.  The stick seemed to be over two or three, maybe four sticks all twisted together in a color of rust and maroon.  At the end of the stick was a gnarled knot.  From the gnarled knot came another stick, shorter—smaller coiling out from knot.
	The stick came closer—and closer.
	Emily clutched herself with her stomach turning into a knot, too.
	A finger?  Emily stared at the nuance—“Is that a finger?”
	The “finger” curled out and came closer—closer—closer.
	Emily felt the need to run—to bolt and skedaddle as quickly as she could.  Her curiosity had waned and she was no longer curious—besides, her curiosity had been sufficiently satisfied.  Time to boogie.
	The shrouded creature leaned in toward Emily; the girl saw two glowing eyes inside the shroud; there was a face there!  A scream was coming up from Emily’s gut.  It was going to be a good one.

	Suddenly she realized that the “finger” was touching the center of her chest.  From inside the shroud there was a voice.  It spoke in a grumbled almost garbled voice and Emily could not make it out.  That was okay, it repeated and Emily heard distinctly:  “Tag—you’re it!”
	Tag—you’re it?
	Tag—you’re it!
	Holy shit!
*

I got you babe
	There was no hesitation, Eric bolted leaving a cartoonish cloud of dust under his feet.  Katey and Derrick followed creating their own dust clouds.  The passage to the inner geology of the cave was a little narrow—even for kids.
 	“EMILY!” cried out Eric.  There was nothing in response only the sounds of something in a roar.  Eric continued with the others close behind.  Derrick had presence of mind to bring along a crystal to light the way a little better.  No one thought to bring along their backpacks, though…

	Though his body was getting scraped and nicked by the narrow passage, Eric ignored the pain and continued searching for his “babe.”  Stumbling into a “chamber” he found her—just as she slipped from a small narrow ledge surrounding an opening in a sunken pit.  There was a huge rush of water in a causeway-like sewer tunnel creating a huge deafening roar.  Emily clung to the narrow ledge trying to make her way around to where she would be safe on flatter more stable ground.
	Sighting Eric she was stunned of his presence but relieved, too.
	Eric saw how perilous her predicament was—“Stay there!” He said with panicked exuberance.  
	Emily didn’t hear him, nor could Eric hear himself.
	Derrick and Katey barged into the area and couldn’t believe what they saw.  “Don’t move!” yelled Derrick.  Katey was too petrified to speak but could only watch with mouth agape.
	Emily covered in moss and lichen clung to the side of the cave wall freaked out of her mind.  All she wanted was to be away from the shrouded creature.  What had happened to the sunken pit area she didn’t know, it wasn’t like that before.
	There was a narrow-narrow ledge running around the outer rim of the sunken now open pit that now revealed the source of the deafening roar—the rushing water.

	Derrick took note of the water; similar to an overflowing sewer pipe during a rainstorm or some such; one that was commonly seen on the evening news of a broken “main” on Main St. and was flooding the intersection.  But there was something amiss that struck the young naked black youth—the water was “rushing” the opposite direction it should.
	Accordingly, the roaring water should be heading seaward, which was right—or East.  But instead, it was traveling at an amazing velocity left—or West.  It confused Derrick and before he could voice such concerns to anyone who would listen or hear—
	The narrow ledge Emily was on gave way.
	She fell.
	Into the roaring water rushing the wrong way.
	“EMILY!” shouted Eric.  Then he dove in himself.

*

a little family togetherness never hurt anyone
	It was a mad scramble not only to use the EMAD but to locate it.  However, there was time as Trisha and Ricky were stunned into utter shock providing Gary ample time to grab the mind altering device and make good with it.  The EMAD, however, had been used extensively and did not function to the fullest capacity Gary (and Mike) had enjoyed.  But the kids were still stunned and that was submissive enough.
	Linda was freaking—being busted having sex with her husband’s best friend was something she didn’t want anyone to know about—especially her children!  She sat on the front room sofa covering herself and a little stunned, too.
	Mike came hurriedly out of the shower, naked, dripping wet.
	“It’s cool,” Gary said, “I’ve got ‘em.” Sort of.
	Trisha, who was merely twelve but had thirteen year old titties, blinked her eyes slowly, held her mouth open, but was well stunned.  Ricky, who was a mere ten, was likewise—but had a hard-on.
	A double-whammy of circumstance had hit the kids—the stunned shock of seeing their Mom with “Uncle” Gary and the fullness of their nudity engaging in obvious sex was stunning to their young minds enough; then, the EMAD amended that shock and they were overpowered.  A doube-whammy.  Good thing; the EMAD really wasn’t holding their minds in lockdown—but it was preventing them from freaking out.  Other than that it wasn’t doing anything.

	“We’ve got a little time.” Gary said with a sigh.  Trisha showed signs of “awareness”; she was just unable to do anything about it—about her situation.  Her Daddy stood right before her—naked, dripping wet.  But he had come about nakedly before her before—trying to break her in.  The girl, too, also went naked but only briefly from the bathroom to her bedroom she shared with her little brother, Ricky.
	Mike had tried to be naughty with his daughter—but she was a confirmed No-Go.  Whether or not she was a “go” with her brother remained to be seen.  
	Slowly Mike began to masturbate.  By the actions of his daughter she was “aware” of his doing.  He stood right in front of her and she came up to him about chest high.  She didn’t look “frightened” per se as was she more horrified just shy of being petrified.
	Mike masturbated—hard.  His desires were increasing—Gary’s, too.  Long had he wanted to fuck Trisha.  He bided his time and casually watched Linda.  Linda was stupefied.  The fear of being busted and then “being” busted still was with her and she had yet to calm down from it.
	Slowly Mike took Trisha’s hand placing it on his throbbing organ.
	Trisha’s mouth hung open but she offered no resistance.  Whether or not she could or not was not certain.  Young Ricky who stood right by her entered into even more shock.  Gary carefully tried operating the EMAD but the two screens indicating if the EMAD was working or not were blank.  Other indicators also were flat line—but the EMAD hummed as if it were working.
	Trisha’s fingers gripped the Daddy dong and went slowly up and down—with her Daddy’s hands guiding.  Slowly-ever so slowly he pulled Trisha closer to him.  Trisha moved in unable to prevent herself from doing so.  She made a face indicating her resistance but was drawn in by the determination of her Daddy.
	Gary turned the EMAD off—a reset attempt.  Trisha reared her head back but her mind—her mind was still in that quandary that was self-imposed.  Her own mind was holding her hostage—the EMAD’s electronic wizardry had added to the shock and she was screwed.  (well, more on that coming up…)
	Mike pulled Trisha right up to him; his throbbing manhood right up against her face and there he did begin to hump.  
	“You ok?” Gary asked of Linda.
	Linda didn’t answer—she didn’t know what to make of the situation displaying itself before her.  If it should go wrong—horribly-horribly wrong…

	After a minute of so of pressing his sore aching cock all over his daughter’s face—Mike began pushing himself into her mouth.  Trisha didn’t do squat.  She made faces and what could be described as “NO!” but it was muffled and Mike didn’t pay any attention anyways.  
	With no activity showing on the EMAD there was nothing to do but to “go with it.”  Standing up beside his naked best friend he took Trisha’s hand and had her stroke him while she sucked on her Daddy’s took.  With a hand to the back of her head, Mike guided her into the fine art of giving a Presidential.  He rocked on the balls of his feet, his ass flexed, his cock buried completely in her mouth—Mike’s cock was a little under average.  It worked, though, just a little undersized.
	The man reeled as his cock filled his daughter’s mouth; he moaned more and was pleased more than when he had been with Gary and the “cargo” up in the desert.  Spurtz of his jiz squirted into Trisha’s mouth—the young girl made more face but didn’t shake her head or pull back.  
	Pulling out, Mike squirted more of his man juice onto her sweet face; pressing his cock up against her nose his balls went right to her mouth.  “Suck ‘em!” he told her.	Surprisingly, Trisha complied.  Whether or not she liked it couldn’t be ascertained—he emotions seemed to be whammied.
	Young Ricky seemed distressed, crying and seemingly having a fit.  He was trembling and shaking but unable to produce words.  He appeared to be highly agitated but confused, too.  And his little willy was very muchly stiff!
	Noting the stiffness in Ricky’s pants, Gary took them down.
	Ricky didn’t protest and barely even looked at Uncle Gary doing the deed.  His underwear were pulled down, too.  All attention was on Mike’s cock humping up against Trisha’s face.  Then, Mike went to his knees…
	Linda remained all this time on the sofa with a sheet covering herself.  When Mike went to his knees she somewhat came out of her stupor.  Slowly she moved off of the sofa, dragging the sheet with her for some reason.  Gary watched her, smiling a little (to himself).  When Linda had reached the group, she dipped a hand down between her disabled legs and began fingering her furry poon.
	Mike, meanwhile, had lowered his daughter’s pants.  Having no washer or dryer in the trailer, Mike did the laundry.  Occasionally Linda did but it was an effort to walk UP the slight hill to the laundry shed on the trailer park’s premises.  And getting the kids to do it?  Might as well as for help from the Government…

	So Mike was used to his daughter’s panties.  He lusted.  He lingered his gaze and lusted as seldom actually did he get to see her IN them.  He got to see her plenty of time naked, flash naked and such.  When she was a wee kid he got to see her; he bathed her, of course, and as a toddler she was a bit of a streaker.  But it was only as she got older and her “parts” developed that she became more of an interest (and possibility) to her Daddy.
	Slowly down came the blue panties with yellow “happy” faces all over them.  Mike’s gaze turned to pure lust of adoration as there the fullness of nudity greeted him.  Gary had Ricky’s little puddling in his fingers and gracefully toyed with the member.  Linda fingered herself all the more with her nipples very perked up—she watched Mike as he slowly took their daughter’s pants and panties down to her ankles.
	Mike’s fingers trembled as he placed them on Trisha’s bared ass.  Gary right beside him barely could hear the escape of “ooooh” as the man melted.  Then there was a sigh and Mike’s fingers went gently over Trisha’s ass.  Gary’s fingers worked Ricky’s pud; Ricky stared at his sister and his Daddy’s doing.
	‘Do you have sex with your sister?’ Gary asked in a bare whisper.
	There was no verbal response, only a head nod.
	‘Does your sister suck your dick?’
	Head nod—Yes.
	‘Do you put your dick into your sister’s pussy?’
	Head-nod, Yes.
	He also got it up her ass.  He didn’t cum, though—too young yet.  Trisha played with herself and with Ricky’s pud; they sometimes showered together when their parents were out or busy not paying attention.  While showering, Trisha and Ricky peed on one another.
	They fucked at least once a week, sometimes more than that but not too often.  Trish loved sucking his cock.  She loved it—she did!  She also loved having Ricky lick her pussy.  Wasn’t too keen on taking it in the ass, that was not only painful but gross.
	Standing up, Mike pulled off Trisha’s top and undershirt, then her bra.
	For a long minute he stared at his young daughter—specifically her bared breasts.  Oh those were nice.  A little more than the average for a girl of twelve.  She was months away from being thirteen so it was assumed she was getting a head start on big titties like her Mom who had DDs before she was twenty!
	Gary left Ricky and circled about Mike to position himself behind Linda.  Once there, he began working himself into Linda’s fired up poon.  Mike’s attention was solely on Trisha…

	As Gary “put it to” Linda, Mike still was enamored with Trisha’s breasts.  He fondled each one, squeezing the flesh, tweaking the nipples, completely absorbed until such a time as when he cock simply fired off a round of spunk splashing onto Trisha’s bare belly.
	Mike smiled and went to his knees again, helping his mind boggled daughter out of her clothes.  Once her ankles were freed he lowered her to the floor—right there at the entrance to the trailer.  Then he parted her legs and took his attention to her cunny.  
	It was Ricky’s turn to moan an “ooooh!”  at the young age of ten, the boy was well aware of a girl’s pussy and how good if felt to fuck it.  On his own he stroked his own pud.  Gary deeply humped Linda; Linda fingered herself and came to be more comfortable on her hands and knees.
	Mike’s fingers went from his daughter’s breasts to her vagina.  There was a slight covering of pubes, just slight.  Mike laid himself out alongside her and with his cum squirter up against her his fingers began a slow task of “pre-fuck.”
	Trisha continued to give no resistance—she made no faces, clenched no fists, nothing.  Her mind was in a self-imposed lockdown.  She didn’t shudder or give any indication whatsoever that she knew what was going on.  Mike fingers expertly delved into her cunny, massaging the cunny with a daring finger introducing itself to her asshole.
	Juices aplenty were not dripping but gushing from Linda’s cunt.  Gary pulled out of her, slapped her ass, then returned to Ricky.  The boy stared mindlessly at his naked sister, a little pre-cum soiling the tip of his johnny.  Uncle Gary helped the boy out of clothes then brought him over to his Mom.  No words were spoken—none were needed; Linda closed her eyes and went down on the son, sucking into her mouth his little weenie.

	With her cunny sufficiently lubricated with her own juices, Mike continued finger, delving his fingers further inward while he went down on her breasts.  Something he had forgotten to do while pre-fingering her.  His cock pressed hard against her side had soiled there; he wanted to save it to deposit it inside her—not on her.
	Linda’s pussy juices coated her legs and the fever inside her bursted to the point of where she had to lay down and bring her son onto her—positioning him onto her with his little dinky thriving well in her swamp box.  Ricky had prenotion and experience of know how and took to fucking his Mom in quick fashion.

	Mike was pleased and suckled on his daughter’s titties one at a time bringing Trisha’s cunt to a fever of its own.  Then, with his fingers cramping he moved on top of his daughter, parting her legs.  There was some notable resistance with the 	girl trying to close her legs and giving a face of “NO.”  But the resistance was no match for determination.  Her “determined” Daddy kissed his daughter’s cunt with his throbbing cock—the spew squirting from the piss slit just continued on and on.  Mike glided the incestuous dong up and down Trisha’s entrance; he slapped it his cock to her, gouged her sex and gouged her asshole, too.
	Trisha showed confusion—in her sweet face.  Her auburn hair was styled nicely with most of it pasted to her face due to her sweat and the heat of the “moment” intensifying inside the trailer.  Mike’s cock slowly invaded her cunny; he strove hard to try and keep from cumming off and spoiling the moment but he felt his juices squirting.  He continued with his invasion sinking himself fully into her in thirty seconds.
	While young Ricky fucked his overweight heavily endowed Mom, Gary situated himself behind the boy.  Parting Ricky’s cheeks and with Linda helping, Gary began an intense and sincere attempt at young boy sodomy.

	The sweat dripped from all of the participants in one fashion on another.  The still air was sullen with the odiferous funk that was sex.  It was quite a scene on the living room floor; Daddy Mike on top of his pre-teen daughter, Trisha, hammering away with great glee and extreme determination.  Beside them, Mike’s wife, Linda, lay getting laid by her ten year old son, Ricky, who in turn was being reamed in the ass by “Uncle” Gary.
	Trisha began to make some noise; her little nipples were hard and Mike nipped them while he boinked her.  His efforts were stepping up in pace as his pending orgasm was pending quickly.  Already he had been going at it four minutes.
	There were some thrashing but it was miniscule.  Mike plowed his johnson with mounting tempo.   The escalating presence of achievement cumulated with Mike and Gary both blowing their nut loads at the same time; Linda, came, too.
	Mike power fucked his daughter staving off cumming for a bit more.  Trisha floundered but still was captured within herself; her cunny was on fire and that was about all she felt.  She exhibited confusion and sunk into a new realm she had only enjoyed with her brother.

	Young Ricky had not taken cock into his asshole, he had fucked himself with the toilet plunger and various handles of tools from the tool shed; sometimes he fucked himself and sometimes his weird kinky sister helped.  Trisha once shoved the garden hose into his asshole and turned the water on.
	That was an experience young Ricky didn’t want to repeat.  But he didn’t mind taking “objects” in the ass.  He was a little weird himself but kept his weirdness to himself—he wasn’t naughty with no one else but Trisha.
	Gary had cum.  A massive quantity of love spunk had went dramatically into Ricky’s pooper.  Deeply and with a hurry.  Ricky’s hole was stretched WIDE open and remained so for some seconds even after Uncle Gary had pulled out.  Sitting on his heels he watched his own spunk ooze out of the boy’s hole and marveled at the boy’s hole as it slowly snapped shut.
	Ricky had also had his first orgasm.  It was a mighty jut of cum that squirted from Ricky’s dick shooting into his Mom’s own twat.  He had boned his sister plenty of times; he had been sucked by his sister; he had slept naked with his sister; he had toyed with his cock; taken a shower and peed on Trisha—humped on her ass, face, tits, and pussy.  But none of that compared to achieving that ultimate goal—orgasm.

	What to do after?
	Before an encore, Linda went to shower.  A new life, a new WAY of life was erupting in the Philton home.  Mike sat in ponderence while Gary took his turn with Trisha.  Using the girl’s own panties he cleaned her pussy off.  Then while he fingered it himself, admiring and lusting, Linda returned with a wet washcloth and wiped down Gary cleaning specifically his soiled cock; then she wiped down her son.
	Uncle Gary eased his manhood into Trisha’s cunt almost blowing his load straightaway.  He held off and sunk himself in while hungry Linda took Mike’s cock and sucked it.  Ricky masturbated and continued to be “mindless.”
	Mindless.  Trisha and Ricky were mindless.  At the time of their busting Uncle Gary and their Mother having sex in the living room; Gary’s EMAD zapped them.  The kids were still in the throws of being shocked at seeing their naked Mother and Gary—the EMAD was working but suddenly quit.  But not before sending a quick hasty zap to the kids.  

 	Gary deduced that the “zap” had misfired or malfunctioned causing the kids to be mindless.  And with the EMAD not successful in its pre-programmed command--it only further annihilated their minds from Shock Mode to Stunned Mode.  It was a double whammy.  The EMAD hadn’t properly touched the kids’ minds nor had shut off properly hanging the kids’ mind in limbo.
	“Soooo, what now?” Linda asked out of curiosity.
	Good question.
	Gary’s EMAD needed work.  So did the kids.  
	After they were all cleaned up, Gary and Mike spent the night “programming” Trisha and her brother.  It was a long tedious night; the programming was to get them back to themselves—but to accept a new way of life.  Cum morning, there were still hang-ups; it was a school day but not for them.  Another day was needed, and then two before Trisha and Ricky were “themselves” but with enhancements.

	To say the least, Uncle Gary was worn out.  He had a bitch of a headache and Linda put him to bed.  Mike had missed two days of work (so had Gary but he was a self-employer).  Linda nursed Gary back to health, which took two more days.  He was weak and battled constant headaches—Mike had headaches and seasickness.  Rewiring a human brain had consequences.
	When he was better, though, Gary made love to Linda and took his leave of her.  Strangely, out of “just fucking because” he turned the Device on when seeing a Subject…

	Jeanie Vikmeer thought parking in the center lot of the grocery store would be safe.  She would be wrong.  So many groceries there were and her three year old was in a fussy mood put Jeanie in a “tune-out” mode.  She had other places to go; husband’s dry cleaning and the bank; home to settle Nellie; put away the groceries, get some laundry done, get dinner started, and on and on and on.
	The distraction of Jeanie’s mind was perfect—she never knew what hit her.  Not until after—then it was too late.  Nellie fussed in her car seat still attached to the grocery cart; the desert wind was kicking in up its typical desert heat with casting of small bothersome desert grit finding its way easily into Jeanie’s unprotected eyes.

	Brushing her reddish brown hair out of her eyes and deciding what packages would go where in her big family SUV, she heard a whine in her ears.  There was the sound of the guy lines smacking the aluminum pole with the flag of the grocery store at the top of said pole fluttering in the high wind; a car’s alarm siren screaming nosily and incessantly with no one paying attention—brought on by a shopping cart smacking the car setting off the alarm; a motorcycle having its engine gunned; and a piercing whine.  All of which Jeanie paid no attention to.
	The EMAD seemed to be functioning as normally; maybe a week off was all it needed.  Maybe.  Gary hoped to keep it functioning and limit its usage.  Well…
	Jeanie Vikmeer fussed but was controllable.  Gary liked ‘em that way.  The middle bench seat of her huge family SUV was adjustable, the back laid down and after getting the woman’s groceries and child safely inside, Gary settled on Jeanie with high intent at shenanigans.
	His cock still reeled from his business with his best friend and family.  He had initially intended on going home and putting the EMAD to rest for awhile.  So much for that.  Jeanie offered him a little something in the way of fighting back.  Gary smiled to her and began ripping away her clothing.
	Due to the intensity of the hot desert sun—most vehicles had their vehicles (and house) windows heavily tinted.  No one could see in and Gary easily got Jeanie’s top off and then her bra.  A nice set of normal sized titties greeted him and happily—very happily he mawed them.  His cock pressed right thru his jeans to the woman’s crotch.  His determination kept him in a narrow band of thought while he not-so gently squeezed the delightful 28Bs.
	Jeanie squirmed, twisted, and bucked.  Gary twisted the nipples HARD until Jeanie felt the extreme pain and got the message to settle down.  Gary then released her nipples then went down on them.  Jeanie whimpered and thrashed about some—when she thrashed too much instead of using the Device to control her—Gary merely tweaked her nipples, slapped her, or cast his eyes to the wriggling little highly upset Nellie in the car seat nearby.
	“NO!” screamed Jeanie.
	“Then stop fussing.” Gary told.
	“You son-of-a-bitch!” Jeanie blurted spitting at her attacker.
	Gary slapped her face knocking her unconscious.

	Using her own panties, Gary wiped the blood from Jeanie’s mouth and nose where he had slapped her.  Her jeans and other clothing were tossed into the back of the SUV on top of her groceries.  Gary was settled between her legs admiring her fine nude body.  

 	Jeanie languished between conscious levels of awareness.  She moaned some, peed, and struggled to maintain herself.  She was only mildly aware of when the attacker entered her.  Fluttering her pretty azure blue eyes she fought back internally becoming sick.
	Gary eased every inch of his cunt pleasing cock into the woman’s pussy.  He groaned a satisfying moan as her pussy engulfed his stick.  Despite dropping a child and obviously getting dick on a fairly common basis—the woman’s poon was delightfully tight (thanks to those pussy exercises!)  
	As the assault to the woman continued, another assault carried on adjacent.  Nellie.  Jeanie was distracted by Gary’s tool pumping into her sex—he had a technique that was different and caused eruptions of euphoria to distract from knowing what ELSE he was doing.  Like running his hand up the bare leg of Nellie Anne.
	In spite of being merely three, Nellie Anne Vikmeer understood that something was not right.  She was a pretty girl, styled hair, a Summery dress, aqua blue kiddie sandals, little else.  Gary drove his prick into the little girl’s Mother drilling the full length of his naughty schlong completely filling Jeanie’s cunt to the max.  But there was more to it than that as he also grinded his shaft UP against the top of Jeanie’s vulva gliding against her super sensitive clit.  
	It was a neat trick and not all men did it or did it correctly.  There was a technique involved requiring precise precision as well as steeped experience.  Most men merely want to “get it in”; “get it off”; “get it out.”  After a smoke, a beer, a shot, a shower, ten hours of sleep, they’re ready to do it again.
	Gary took his time positioning his body up mostly onto Jeanie’s body blocking her from actually seeing what else he was doing—which was molesting her young daughter.  Nellie Anne squirmed some but when the naughty naked man slapped her leg she had the presence of mind to settle.  She didn’t stay settle and didn’t settle well, but she did have moments where she was calm.
	Jeanie floundered about aimlessly reeling between levels of acceptance.  Her pussy was on fire.  It was a horrid thing to be invaded by a cock she wasn’t married to, but then again—
	As the orgasm began to gush thru her 26 year old body, Jeanie twitched, tightened, and twisted as from her toes literally the fire she never experienced before began to ignite a serious fever.  Her eyes of incredible blue bursted with sparkling fireworks as never before sensations tantalized her cunny.

	“OH MY GOD! she screamed out.  How muchly did she want to dismiss the pending orgasm—but the man was too masterful in his shagging of her and an orgasm she did experience that rocked her world inside and out.  The man, however, had not yet gotten his nor had Jeanie gotten all of hers.
	Up Nellie Anne’s leg Gary did move his hand, pulling the leg open and squeezing her inner thigh when she fussed too much.  Her screams of distress were nipped and unheard by her frantic Mother’s enjoyment of sexual bliss.
	Gary held off his orgasm and actually ceased his adventure to Nellie Anne.  His concentration settled on the girl’s Mother and for the next three minutes humped like never before.  Jeanie thrashed, fluttered her eyes and strove to grasp “what the hell is going on!?”  There was no sense to it; she could only flail her legs and accept being fucked.

	It was quite an orgasm (when it came.)  Although Gary loved-LOVED achieving fantastic orgasms—it left him too vulnerable afterwards.  He sunk to the lowest level of energy—only his body’s naturally occurring activities took place.  Gary collapsed on Jeanie (with his dick still in her cunt) and though he strove to keep awake—he couldn’t.
	Jeanie remained awake but her energy level was no more than her attackers.  Her mind was dashed to bits and could not latch onto anything.  She couldn’t ascertain where she was—there was simply nothing in her mind; who she was, was she married, her parents, did she have a job, was she still in school.  There were images flashing in her mind but they whisked by her so fast she had no time to grab them to concentrate on them to determine anything whatsoever.
	Finally, Jeanie, too, succumbed to sleep.
	Gary slept ten minutes—disturbed only by a thunderous sound of a motorcycle group descending upon the area.  Gathering himself he saw five members of a rival biker gang roaming thru the giant grocery store parking lot.  Reaching under the seat for a weapon he realized that he wasn’t in his vehicle but Jeanie’s.
	The biker gang, Vanilla Bloods, were comprised of African-Americans with lots of time on their hands.  They were from the far side of the nearby City and didn’t like the Desert Scourge.  And they didn’t like it further that none of the Tarantulas seemed to be around…

	Gary eased out of the still exhausted Jeanie.  A bit of cum blasted forth to further coat the woman’s seriously soiled snatch.  What a good fuck!  For a moment (of continuing fun) he rubbed the head of his schlong up and down her dick trench—then noted Nellie Anne.
	His attention renewed, Gary repositioned himself moving his hands up and down Nellie Anne’s legs.  The safety bar of her seat he moved up and unbuckled her, too.  Nellie Anne turned to scamper away but received a sharp smack to her inner thigh.  
	Jeanie moaned and methodically in her sleep began fingering her sex.
	Gary hiked Nellie Anne’s legs up—this after latching a holt of her ankles.  Then, after taking a moment to gawk at her crotch, he pulled the thin pink panty up the girl’s legs and then off.
	After sniffing the panties he gawked at the girl’s nakedness.  Her panties were a little “wet” and he enjoyed that, putting them about his schlong he was well pleased.  Further pleasures came with holding her legs out wide and “going down” on her.
	The mustiness didn’t bother him nor the taste of her squirting pee.  his mouth created a vacuum over the whole entire area of Nellie Anne’s cunt.  His wicked tongue darted into her sex with a feverish determination causing the young three year old to somewhat freak out.
	Whenever Nellie Anne fussed too much—she got smacked.  Eventually her fussing got to Gary and in a fit of rage he yanked her ankles up to the headboard of the SUV and walloped her ass until it was very-very red.  Then, holding her legs open locking one ankle to the midseat seatbelt and the other to into the car seat, Gary continued his efforts of eating out a three year old unimpeded.
	Tongue action mostly and mainly.  Gary’s tongue darted and drove wickedly into Nellie Anne; a finger plunged inward into her sex with another invading her asshole.  Nellie Anne couldn’t help but squirm but her scream level had been nipped due to the recent spanking that put her on a new level she couldn’t comprehend.
	Finally, Gary’s cock was “ready” and up against her placed himself, riding his cock right against her virgin snatch.  For the next three serious minutes he did hump.  And hump—and hump.  He stretched hard the skin of his flute, trying to poke the head of his schlong into her sex but there was no way—he just enjoyed trying.
	Then the cum began to squirt.  One giant blast of love juice and then a small gob.  Gary smeared the sperm onto Nellie Anne’s face and lips, having the girl suck the goo from his fingers.  The rest of his spew he smeared all over the girl’s pussy.  Then he was done and went home.