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

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Awakenings
	Welcome to Quartswood!
	“Are you sure it wont start?”
	Matt turned the ignition again—there was nothing but the telltale sounds of a stubborn engine failing to engage.  To satisfy his Mother, though, Matt Damden tried—and tried—and tried some more until there was no sound from the motor at all.
	“What’ll we do now?” wailed Lucy.  
	Annie sighed shaking her head looking at the defunct motorhome.  She just simply wanted to have quality time with her children after their loss.  She was near the breaking point.
	“Maybe someone will be along.” Simon said trying to be helpful
 	“Right.” Mary said sarcastically, ‘Eventually after someone spots the buzzards circling.’ 
	Matt smiled knowing what she said.
	“I don’t think we should stay here.” Ruthie chimed in.
	“Why not?” Lucy asked.
	“It’s gonna get hot, then cold, and hot again.”
	“And no one knows we’re here.” Mary piped in, too.
	“And our supplies will run low.” Annie added.   Her breaking point was nearing.
	“There was that sign we past--”
	“What sign?” Lucy asked.
	“Quartswood.” Ruthie supplied.  
	The thing with “Quartswood”—it was a long walk. 
	Disgruntled and not looking forward to a long walk in the blaring sun, Mary ducked under the family 4rth hand recreational vehicle and began making noise.  Matt was not a mechanic—he was destined for military life like his grandfather or a doctor like his uncle.  A mechanic he was not.

	Mary was TALL; skinny, dexterous, and had mechanical abilities.  She was a pretty girl and somewhat popular at her school; she had a very nice smile and a pleasing to the eye and cock appeal about her.  Mostly, though, boys sought her favor to seek her sister Lucy’s favor.  Lucy was HOT!  It was that face—it was intoxicating, so very pretty was she with a nice rack and tight little ass…
	After some banging noise (mechanical, not sexual) Mary tried a technique that brought life to the lifeless RVs motor.  Accolades galore assailed the sixteen year old.  She glowed, blushed, and was embarrassed somewhat but very proud of her achievement.
	Annie was relieved and took the driver’s seat, the family piled in and off they went—to continue their family togetherness elsewhere.  And since Ruthie had brought up Quartzwood, Annie made the turn to go check it out.  Seemed like a good idea.

	Ruthie’s thoughts were on the days just prior.  Her inner most thoughts about her favorite teacher (Mr. Hammond) she kept to herself; but there were other thoughts that were more to the surface.  Being naughty with his students in his own classroom was an ongoing thing and Ruthie was a part of it.  
	Laying across Mr. Hammond’s lap with her pants and panties at her ankles was a daily ritual.  There was always time for that.  Mr. Hammond very muchly enjoyed smoothing his hand over Ruthie’s ass with light spankings of her, too.  He enjoyed doing likewise to the female students of his class but with Ruthie he could do a little more and she was willing to let him!
	The “more” was usually harder spanking as well as total nudity and the girl straddling his lap taking fully his manly cock.  In her young tweeny pussy AND up into her asshole Mr. Hammond’s adequate cock could reside and be pleased repeatedly.
	It all but guaranteed Ruthie a passing grade and then some.
	One day, Mr. Hammond asked Ruthie if she would come to his house.  Ruthie shrugged and said “Ok.”  They went immediately after school; stopping for ice cream before going on and then picking up Mr. Hammond’s young son, Paul.  Ruthie could tell from the moment the twelve year old was different from other twelve year olds.  Way different.
	When he began to speak Ruthie knew without a doubt the boy was different.  He stuttered for one and had a diminished mental capacity as well.  He was kind of handsome, for twelve.  Before he even got to the car he began telling his Dad all about his day.

	“Hello.” He said nicely when he finally realized he and his Dad weren’t the only ones in the car.  Ruthie smiled to him and responded with her own “Hello.”  The boy shied and Ruthie continued to smile.
	Once home the boy continued to fill his Dad with all the news of his day, as he had been doing all the way home.  Some refreshments once inside the modest teacher’s house and then it was down to business.
	Mr. Hammond brought Ruthie into his bedroom.  The girl was a little apprehensive—especially the family statement:  don’t be alone with strangers.  Don’t go home with a stranger, don’t talk to strangers, don’t have sex with your school teacher…
	Mr. Hammond caressed Ruthie’s arms.  Ruthie relaxed (a little) but was still a little apprehensive.  She felt better in the classroom to be more at ease.  In the man’s house where NO ONE knew where she was was a little dangerous if not stupid.
	“Take off your clothes.” The homeroom teacher said.
	Ruthie was used to that; but usually in the classroom it was just taking her pants and panties down.  Sometimes being daring she would take them off of her ankles, too.  She had thought with gumption and gall, confidence and time she would eventually strip naked in the classroom and let her teacher have his way with her.  She realized that in his home there was more privacy but there was an underlying presence of fear, too.
	Ruthie pulled off her top shirt and then undershirt.  Mr. Hammond sat on the foot of his bed watching her with eager anticipation.  Where Paul was Ruthie didn’t know.  After ditching her bra she stood to let the teacher have a gawk at her developing breasts.  After letting him have his gawking moment she began taking her pants down.
	Ted watched her with eager anticipation, licking his lips and rubbing himself.  When she had gotten her pants down he halted her, which was normal.  Ruthie laid herself across his lap the man laid his hand to her delicate ass—then again and again and again with increasing reverence in regards to discipline.
	Ruthie didn’t mind—she kinda liked it.  She got her brother, Simon, to spank her but he never spanked hard.  Ruthie kinda (sorta) liked it hard.  Placing her hands onto the carpet she stretched herself and endured the repeated increasing spanks until Mr. Hammond’s hand wore out and her ass was indeed searing.
	Ted then yanked the girl’s panties down and began more spanking.
	Just a few more spanks and then he stood her up.  Ruthie was just right at the brink of crying—her ass stung!  But it made her pussy tingle and that she liked.

	After stepping out of her clothes, Ted Hammond got out of his.  He was standing as he had pulled off his slacks; his cock was cunt ramming hard and he presented it to the young 4rth grader, waggling and brushing it against her lips before pushing it into her mouth.
	Hammond let out a long steady moan as he marveled at how expertly young Ruthie took his cock.  She took her time, like a snake swallowing its prey.  Her tongue worked magically about the super sensitive crown with her teeth raking down the super sensitive shaft.
	“Oh Ruthie!” he exclaimed.  His hands went into her hair, caressing and just simply holding on.  “Son-of-a-bitch that’s good!” almost all of his cock she could take in.  amazing!
	After a bit of jiz squirted into her mouth—and she swallowed, Hammond popped his prick out to rub/face fuck his prize pupil.  This went on for a couple of minutes.  Ruthie liked it, she sucked on the shaft and his hairy balls, masturbated him until he was shooting more jiz of which she popped back into her mouth and tried to suck it dry.
	But Mr. Hammond wanted to save his jiz for another hole.
	Ruthie was game.
	Pretty much what they did in their classroom; but it was easier—freer as they were in the sanctity of his bedroom and not the sanctity of their public school.  On her hands and knees Mr. H got behind her; he firstly fingered her hole, crack, and pussy.  With his cock against her crack down between her legs he held off penetration and just rubbed the girl’s sides.  Slowly he did make anal penetration.  Ruthie opened her legs wide and received her teacher’s love tool.

	Three minutes did it take for Mr. Hammond to release his tool’s love juice.  And it seemed like it released “all at once.”  Ruthie winced as the man’s cock seemed to have grown in size since last she had taken it.  She still could take it but it kinda was uncomfortable.  
	Hammond emitted a LONG satisfying groan and pounded the young girl’s hole until he could pound no more.  Inasmuch as Ruthie had discomfort, Mr. Hammond had ten-fold.  His cock was in severe agony—not so much as pain or being in pain but the discomfort level was pretty high.  Pulling out and even more cum splurted from his piss slit to coat all over Ruthie’s ass and juiced up slot.  More groans of satisfying indications from Mr. H; sitting back he admired the girl, her ass, and his cum squirting out of her asshole.
	To say the least they had worked up a little stink.  Time for a shower.	 

	Ruthie applied a loving touch to her teacher’s cock; even his balls tingled!  The shower felt good, though, and afterwards, Ted hugged the girl while drying her—wishing her for his own.  After the drying off Ruthie got a soda to drink and happily pranced about the house naked.  Mr. Hammond disappeared for a little bit making Ruthie curious.
	Ruthie’s curiosity got the better of her and she went searching.  It was on the pretense of going to the bathroom—along the way she saw a door (bedroom) open down the end of the hall.  Peeking beyond the door she saw her Mr. Hammond still naked on his knees sucking on the cock of his son, Paul.
	The boy looked to see Ruthie and waved exclaiming in a loud voice “HI RUTHIE!”
	Mr. Hammond was not annoyed or frightened or angered—a little unsure and embarrassed but not annoyed.  Ruthie came in cocking her head, eyeing Paul’s hard cock.  The boy was pretty decent butt naked; trim, slim, and with a nice raging hard-on.
	“Care to join us?” Mr. Hammond asked seeing that Ruthie was not distressed.  The young girl shrugged saying, “Ok.”
	Paul smiled and once more said in a loud mentally challenged voice “HELLO, RUTHIE!”
	Ruthie approached somewhat slowly, apprehensively, but curious and naughty just the same.  She had a good rapport with the boy’s Dad and felt a little giddiness about the whole sordid affair.  Sex with Mr. Hammond, her teacher; boldly doing so in their classroom—helping him with molesting the girls of their classroom; then coming to his house for more ultra sex shenanigans.
	Then it was to involve his own son.
	Wow.
	Ruthie examined the cock as if were sizing it up on how to approach the best way to suck it.  Then she gripped the cock and with some eloquence brought it into her mouth for a nice long suck.
	Paul’s Daddy watched with utter fascination; masturbated himself and then began caressing Ruthie’s ass.  Ruthie maintained an earnest suck job on her knees—and it was those knees she parted.  Ted got behind the naughty willing girl and began making an anal penetration into her once more.
	“THIS FEELS GOOD, DADDY!” Paul said loudly.
	“Inside voice, Paulie, we’re inside, use your inside voice.”
	“I’M SORRY—I forgot.” he said loudly and then softly.
	Ted made full anal entry into Ruthie and Paulie had full oral entry.

	After a couple of minutes or so of sucking and being reamed, Ted tapped Ruthie on the shoulder whispering, “would you get on the bed?”
	Ruthie slurped on Paulie’s cock, smacked her lips and sat back—her teacher pulled out of her steaming asshole, pulled her into his once more sweating body and began caressing her front—dipping his hands down to her fired up cunny.
	On the bed she opened her legs and Paulie stared with a bit of embarrassment—but not much.  
	“SHE’S PRETTY—huh, Daddy?”
	Ted nodded that it was so.
	Paul’s room was a typical boy’s room—model ships of differing kinds and types adorned the shelves and desk; a computer was on the desk with cartoon stickers all over the monitor frame; there were pictures he had drawn, too—good pictures of landscapes and balloons.  The room was not too messy but there were cast off clothes strewn about—mostly and predominantly socks.  The boy had a sock fetish. 
	Then, while Paul “went down” on Ruthie making incredible sounds as he did so (and amazingly had a unique talent that told Ruthie it couldn’t be his first time of going down on a girl) Ted disappeared for a moment.  He returned bringing of all things camera equipment.
	Ruthie was curious.
	Her curiosity grew as Mr. Hammond placed three cameras about the room, connecting to his son’s computer monitor on the desk, setting up some lighting, and doing those things that were in the line of making a film.  
	Actually, it was to record the goings on on the bed.  When Ruthie asked “Why?” her teacher replied “so I can watch it later when you’re not here.”
	Right.
	Ruthie, though, was satisfied with the answer.  The cameras were not grand (although they costed as much) but were simple homeowner use and not professional industry-type.  Ruthie could just see on the monitor on the desk Paulie’s tongue licking out her cunny.  It amused the young girl—to see her snatch on “tv.”  She giggled some and soon was getting into getting off.  Paulie had amazing staying power—or licking power, and licked his fill until his Daddy tapped him on the shoulder.
	The boy seemed to “know the drill” and ceased cunnilingus and moved his fine nude pre-teen body up Ruthie’s nearly ten year old body.  Paulie’s pud was stiff, hard, throbbing, pulsing, and dripping bits of pre-cum.  The central camera zoomed in tight to capture the penetration by Paulie; Ruthie twisted and arched herself and the fucking began.

	Again, like he had licked out her cunny in a near expert manner, young Paulie Hammond seemed to already knew the rigors of vaginal fucking.  At first he came up and locked his arms in the prone position with his legs straight out as if he were in the military doing a Push-Up.  Only his hips moved driving his cock into the young girl’s cunt.
	Ruthie gyrated some, pushed UP into her young lover but mostly flailed her legs about.  She was not in agony; she wasn’t scared or worried; her pussy was on fire and getting satisfied in so many ways.  It was the most naughty thing she had done!
	Soon, Paulie laid his body onto Ruthie and stepped up his pumping action.  The main camera zoomed right up close to the boy’s cock sliding effortlessly into Ruthie’s hairless pussy.  The girl’s legs were spread wide out giving full access with ease for to Paulie to fuck.
	The two minute mark came and Paulie continued to pump.  Ruthie twisted about latching her legs about the naked youth; Mr. Hammond was there to caress his son’s ass and even spank it a few times.  The man sat on the bed masturbating looking over the wickedness taking place on his bed.  Soon he moved up to Ruthie’s head and she took his cock—stroking it, pulling on it to her mouth where she sucked it.
	Paulie smiled the entire time he fucked.
	When the orgasm came Paulie got loud—orgasmically loud with moans and groans shouting out “I’M CUMMING, DADDY!  I’M CUMMING!” and how.
	Ruthie could feel the boy’s dick in her sex—she could also feel his spunk spewing in dramatic squirts.  Her own pussy was squirting—incredible sensations she had not yet enjoyed tingled throughout her body causing her to very seriously get into getting into…

	The fuck was intense.  It drove Ruthie wild.  Never before had her pussy tingled so—then rest of her body.  For a long while thereafter (after Paulie pulled out of her tingling snatch) Ruthie Damden was in a funky daze.  She only came around after another tingling sensation alerted her to do so—her ass was tingling.
	Ruthie’s ass was tingling ‘cause it was being spanked.
	Ruthie’s ass was tingling ‘cause it was being spanked by Paulie.
	Paulie firstly used his hand, then his cock.  It wasn’t hard smacks to Ruthie’s dainty ass but enough to create tingling sensations in both parties just the same.  Paulie giggled all the way he assaulted Ruthie’s ass; his Daddy was amused, too.

	When it became evident that Ruthie’s ass was beginning to reach that point where it was no longer “fun”, Mr. Hammond ceased the beating.  The girl was right at the level of tolerance—right at the brink of getting pissed off.  Her teacher hugged her and asked of her one more thing.
	Ruthie being a good egg shrugged and said, “Ok.”
	Into the shower was the thing.  There Mr. Hammond simply wanted to see her pee.  Ruthie thought it was odd—but her brother Simon liked to see her pee (in their backyard) too.  So she obliged her favorite teacher, spreading her legs, facing the drain, and after a couple of minutes of waiting, downing some juice, Ruthie commenced to peeing and peeing up a healthy storm.
	Strangely, it got Mr. Hammond off.  It was a kink to watch a girl pee and Mr. Hammond filmed it while she did it.  When she had finished he hugged her, kissed her—deeply and passionately, and he graciously explained to her how muchly he appreciated her.
	“As long as I get an “A” in your class.” she chided.

	A couple of days later (Wait!  Here’s more) and Ruthie was back at Mr. Hammond’s home.  She had been invited but had missed the day of the invite and called Mr. Hammond to explain so and he told her to “come by whenever you can.”
	That told Ruthie she had an open invite to just “drop by” whenever.
	So she did.
	The front door was locked and there was tape over the doorbell with some scrawling written on it that could be almost made out as “out of order.”  So Ruthie knocked.  And knocked.  And knocked some more.  No answer.  Surely he was home—his car was in the drive.  Ruthie waited, fidgeted, sighed and was impatient.  
	Mr. Hammond’s home was nice, brick structure with a nice well manicured lawn—big assed oak tree dominating the front yard; shrubbery along the sides; scented roses against the house; and a bit of a porch with some park benches and planters strategically placed to give an appealing appearance of hominess.
	On one of the planters was a small note.  The note was folded with Ruthie’s name written on it.  Unfolding the paper were the words “Ruthie, welcome—please go to the back and use the sliding door.”
	The door was locked but Ruthie knew where a key was—Mr. Hammond trusted her with the knowledge of where the key was.  Besides, she was expected.

	Inside the modest teacher’s house Ruthie paused listening; the only sounds were from the large 55 gallon aquarium and the grandfather clock.  Ruthie held fast a moment then slowly closed the sliding patio door behind her.
	“Ruthie?” called out Mr. Hammond.
	“It’s me.” she returned.  The girl followed the voice; down the hallway to the rear situated bedrooms where she was mildly shocked at the newest thing Mr. Hammond was doing.  Again, he was naked; again he was masturbating; again his pre-teen son was present and naked, too.  New was the presence of a very cute/handsome little boy no more than seven years old.
	Mark  Royal.  A neighborhood boy whom Ruthie knew.  She didn’t know him personally—but was going to.  Mr. Hammond was in the midst of jerking off onto the handsome little boy.  Mark stood stark naked, giggling and being not quite himself but still himself to be himself.  Ruthie was a little intrigued and began pulling off her clothes.
	“Keep you panties on, would you?” her teacher asked.  Ruthie shrugged, “Ok.”
	To most, the vile thing Mr. Ted Hammond was doing would be more than vile—masturbating to cum onto the handsome face of a sweet little boy like Mark Royal.  Mark had brown hair, short; he was very slender, typical in height and weight for boys of seven; a happy-go-lucky child who was very curious—too curious.  And his young impressionable mind was very susceptible to the influence of an EMAD.
	Paulie was involved in masturbating, too—trying to jack off onto Mark’s ass.  Mr. Hammond stood with legs apart so as to be down at Mark’s face level.  Ruthie stripped off all of her clothes save for her panties that were white with pink flowers all over them.  She then stood up next to her teacher and Mark.  “HELLO RUTHIE!” Paulie said.
	Ruthie smiled and acknowledge his presence with a wink and a smile.
	Mr. Hammond reached his point of joy and began to ejaculate onto Mark’s sweet face.  A huge blast was first followed by a smaller jut; then gobs of spunk squirted and he moved his dick onto the boy’s face rubbing it all over the spillage.
	Paulie was cumming off, too.  Ruthie helped him complete his task and finished with the rubbing of Paulie’s cock all over Mark’s ass.  The girl’s pussy began to tingle once more…

	After ejaculation the group moved to the bathroom.  Ruthie noted the cameras had been set up again, in the bedroom as well as in the bathroom.  
	“Lick the cum off of his face.” Mr. Hammond said.  Ruthie was game and while Paulie got into the shower and sat down, Ruthie began firstly licking Mark’s cum coated ass.  Ted stood massaging his cock that was in some agony; he patted/caressed Ruthie’s ass and continued to admire and lust for young Mark.
	After cleaning all the spunk from Mark’s young ass she cleaned up the spunk spew from Mark’s young face and chest.  Then, own her own, she sucked his little weenie.  Mr. Hammond had no problem with that and stroked himself all the harder.  He, too, worked Ruthie’s panties down—but just to her knees.
	After a lot of sucking time it was back into the shower for Ruthie where once more she would PEE for her favorite teacher—but this time with her panties on.  He simply wanted to see her peeing thru her underwear.  Ruthie thought it was odd but was still a good egg and spread her legs a bit—facing Paulie, and peed.  Paulie lay between Ruthie’s legs and got the pee on him.  When she had finished, Paulie (under direction of his Daddy) leaned up and began eating Ruthie’s cunt thru her pissed in panties!

	To finish up; back in the bedroom after a piss shower, Ruthie watched as Daddy/teacher Hammond “put it to” his son, Paul.  The Piss Shower was where Ruthie was the center of attention—Mr. Hammond, his son, and the neighbor boy peed on Ruthie, showering her completely in their urine.
	Thereafter she was rinsed in clear water and lathered up in soap.  Another rinse by Paulie and Mark and then she was dried off by Ted.  In the bedroom the naughtiness continued with serious anal play.  Ruthie watched while fingering herself and was curious about Mr. Hammond butt humping his own son.  She didn’t know that it was truly a heinous thing for a Daddy to do; she smiled and fingered herself with Paulie sucking on little Mark’s tool all the while, too.
	Mr. Hammond buried himself to the hilt; he slid every inch SLOWLY into his son’s hole, then pulled most the way back before plunging back in and then repeating the process with increasing tempo with each thrust.  Soon his balls were slapping and Ruthie was intrigued.  On her own she went scooting underneath father and son and latched onto Mr. Hammond’s testicles.  She sucked on them while masturbating Paulie.
	When after several minutes had elapsed and Mr. H had given his all, shooting a massive wad up into his son’s cornhole, 
	“Lick it, Ruthie, please—would you lick it clean?”

	The cameras focused in on the young girl as she applied her tongue to Paulie’s well fucked and gooied hole.  Sperm exploded out of the hole as the young boy farted.  Ruthie was a little disgusted but she lapped up the spew without fuss.  Mr. Hammond was well pleased and new that he would have another house payment when the filming was done…

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Quartzwood
	Jutting rocks and boulders formed a long and wide ridge nestled up against the Sorocco Mountains of the southwestern desert-scape.  Along the ridge there were caves, some were deep and natural, others were deeper and manmade.  At one time there were mining operations all along the ridge; not much to speak of but at the height of gold rush fever across the country miners and prospectors sought to make their fortune wherever they could.
	In the way of minerals, quartz was the most found in the desolate area; not much gold and less than that of silver.  The desert ridge stretched miles across the desert before tapering and disappearing into the landscape; sandstone and limestone with other igneous naturally forming rock made up the general construct of the formation.  
	Quartzwood was long since abandoned; twenty-five miles from the nearest well traveled highway.  There was nothing of importance to bring anyone to the defunct area; it held no significance to man or beast.  There were pines in and about but mostly it was an open landscape.  There, too, were hidden treasures yet to be found.
	Annie Damden moved the well used-used family RV into Quartzwood.  From the valley floor to the remote and very rustic impromptu abandoned town was some 1,000 feet making the elevation from the nearby sea level the town at 4,000.  It was thankfully cool but not all that much.  No life whatsoever in the town.  The town had no businesses—at one time there may have been some assorted but mostly it was hovels—small stucco and rock and whatever the miner and prospector could bring in on his mule or early model 1900 auto.  One street, the remains of a water tower, five “homes” and that was about it.
	But it was peaceful.
	As soon as Annie shut off the motor to the RV the Damden kids filed out to go off and explore.  Annie called out to them as any mother would to mind themselves and each other.  She herself hung close to the RV before moving listlessly down the wide Quartzwood St.

	There was surprisingly much to explore and the Damden familyexplored—mostly the rocks and trying to reach the top of the ridge.  Annie watched them hoping no one would slip and fall.  There was curiosity about the “hovels” she saw; no doors and opened squares where windows once were—if there were indeed windows.  Annie couldn’t imagine anyone spending their lives in such a dreary place—far from civilization and all else.
	She was just peeking into one of the stucco buildings when there was a shout for her attention.  Being a mother she tuned in to the fact that the shout was not of distress but excitement “come look!” so she did.
	A few trails meandered up into the upper region of the ridge where Simon stood impatiently waiting.  Taking his Mom’s hand he led her down a narrow path, under an overhang of boulders and sidewise laying pines to come to a sublime spot where there was a pool of water.
	The water was crystal clear.  Steam rose up from one side and there was a bit of sulfur odor hanging listlessly in the air.  Layered sedimentary rocks surrounded the pool on three sides with the fourth open to a wide area before the hills began that segued to the Soccoro Mountains.
	“It’s fresh!” exclaimed Mary who happily cupped her hands having herself a drink.
	It was dangerous to drink water in a mining/prospecting area; but there were no signs of dead animals and the water was not murky but strangely crystal clear.  
	“I’m not waiting!” said Simon who began quickly shucking his clothes—and before his Mom could stop him the boy was nude and barrel jumping into the pool.  Once the boy made the big splash, Matt was following suit followed by Mary.  Lucy was a little reluctant, bashful and shy she was.  Ruthie hung close to her Mom giggling and watching her naked brothers.
	The water was “fine”; however and concave—the pool’s interior sloped down to a funnel like bottom—sand was at the very bottom that was twelve feet down.  No debris was there in the pool, no jutting boulders or any other dangers.  Ruthie stripped off her clothes and tried tugging her shocked Mom to “follow suit.”  Annie kicked off her shoes and sat down on a rock-seat dangling her feet in…
	Lucy eased into the water slowly while Ruthie followed her brothers and jumped in.  Then it was frolic-frolic-frolic!  Simon tried to reach the bottom of the pool but couldn’t quite make it—sister Mary kept grabbing his ankle.  Ruthie came to brother Matt to try and ride his shoulders and that was ok; Lucy lay on her back, floating exposing herself fully for everyone to see…

	At length Simon gave up on trying to dive to the bottom and found interest where there was that steam rising up from the otherwise refreshing waters.  As he drew closer he found there was a significant odor.  It wasn’t overly unpleasant but just the same—it was stanky!
	“Hey!” Simon yelled, “It’s warm here.”
	And it was—along with being stanky.  They were was very warm—very-very warm.  There seemed to be some sort of basin, a natural formation of rock whereas there were “seats” to lounge in.  
	“A natural hot springs.” Ruthie said—she read that somewhere.
	The family came to find seats and relax—it was just the thing.

	Before they boiled—
	Lucy was the first out—she had to go; Ruthie went with her followed by Annie who mentioned something about making lunch.  The entire family had lounged in the natural hot spring without so much as a snicker.  The water so clear everyone could see everyone.  The time had come; for some time the family had been pussyfooting around the naughtiness they were already involved in.  The family was already aware of various members “getting it on” but just not openly.  All that remained was Mother Annie.
	As soon as everyone else had gone, Lucy grinned to Simon who was grinning to her.  Checking the top of the narrow trail/pass Simon swum across the small basin to Lucy.  Lucy’s legs were opened (but in the bubbling spring water it was kinda hard to keep them closed)—not that she wanted to anyways.
	Simon’s cock was hard—damn hard.  Putting her fingers about the protruding organ she pleased her young brother as only a sister could—or any girl for that matter.  Simon began caressing Lucy’s breasts, squeezing the mounds finding the nipples nice and hard.
	Angling her body just a bit allowed Simon to “dive-dive-dive.”  It was a unique experience—‘specially for Lucy.  Simon had to come up quickly a few times but he still continued licking out his sister’s twat until such a time came when he had to sink his torpedo into her.
	Simon guided his missile into his sister’s sex almost blowing his load right off.  Somehow he managed to keep from doing so and settled into an awkward manner of fucking his sister underwater.
	Just as Simon was pumping hard reaching his goal of satisfaction, and Lucy was embraced about him tightly getting some enjoyment out of the deal herself, she saw out the corner of her eye their Mom.  She was up at the top of the pass leading down to the pool.  She had forgotten something or other and was watching them…

	At the family RV Matt and Mary helped themselves to refreshments, and remained nude.  Ruthie flopped onto her bunk, arm over her head and went to sleep.  Mary caught Matt staring at the younger sib; playfully she slapped his arm saying “Pervert!” 
	Matt chided his sister with the flopping of his hard-on at her; she threatened him with the can opener.  Their playfulness went back and forth until little sibling Ruthie got onto them “Keep it down or get a room!”
	Mary scooted from her horny brother almost making it outside.  He grabbed her waist jamming his cock up between her legs.  Mary continued to play which got Ruthie upset some more.  “I’m trying to SLEEP!” she bitched.
	Matt was about to go annoy his littlest sibling by way of the Tickle Monster but Mary tugged his elbow drawing him to the rear of the RV.  Matt relented—sex or Tickle Monster.  Tough call.
	As Matt and Mary got going, Ruthie turned and pushing her self up a little she could just see Matt’s bare ass going up and down.  Slipping a finger down between her legs she fingered her own sex and yearned for Matt’s cock.  She did close her eyes and return to being more comfortable.
	Mary grinned up to Matt as he drove his piston into her cock hungry cunt.  Nothing special, just a straight forward fuck—between brother and sister.  Mary caressed her brother’s arms; flailed her legs open and began to gyrate her young lithe body as in only in a minute’s time was she getting sexually excited.  Matt had a wondrous cock (and he knew how to use it, too.)  
	Mary latched onto her brother squeezing his body into hers; Matt concentrated mostly on his pumping action—but he adored his sister (in mostly a sexual manner) and was excited sexually by her.  The entire length of his schlong dwelled nicely in her poon; his hands went all over her nudeness causing his sexual lust to intensify.
	Their bodies entwined and soon Mary maneuvered themselves to position herself on top.  Matt didn’t mind and as his sister raised up he fastened his attention to her teenage titties.  His hands went all over her backside with most attention to her ass.
	Straddling her brother Mary took command of their sex.  Her pussy clenched tightly his love tool; she moved her sex up and down finding great pleasure in the Reverse Missionary.  She eventually laid down and the two siblings began to kiss—passionately.

	“I have—go.” Lucy said to her Mother in passing.  And “go” meant bathroom.  She carried her clothes in front of her; was a little a modest but not overly so and scurried over the ridge pass to seek privacy in her “going.”
	Mother Annie casually made her way back down to the pond to gather her shoes she had forgotten.  Simon frolicked in the water some, still trying to dive down to the bottom but still wasn’t able to.  Getting tired and a little hungry he climbed out of the pond and shook himself standing mere feet from his still amazingly nude Mother.
	Annie was squatting (similar to position of “going” herself) but she was merely squatting toying with the water lapping the edge of the sandy shore.  Simon stood nonchalantly stroking his cock.  He hadn’t achieved orgasm with sister Lucy, she had to “go” and “going” in the pond they were swimming in was gross.
	Annie looked up to her masturbating son, her face was expressionless giving her young son little in the way of knowing what feelings his Mom was feeling.  He had run amok nude in the house with her present and she had seldom gotten onto him about it.  He was not modest in the least.  Ruthie was the same.  Matt and Mary had been “streakers” when they were younger with Mary a little more bolder carrying on until she got into her younger teens.  She still was a little bold now and then and unabashed walked nakedly from the bathroom after a shower to her own room.
	Lucy was the most bashful but she secretly yearned not to be so.
	Annie stared and stared at her masturbating son making him a little nervous and unsure.  His cock stood out proudly, though.  The sun basted his young body drying him up in quick time.  It felt good—to jerk his merkin in the presence of his Mother.  And as he continued to do so his Mom reached up and took over masturbating him.
	Simon put his hands on his ass and that felt damn good, too.
	Annie stroked her son’s cock, squeezing the member and both drawing him closer to her as well as leaning in.  Her lips met his pulsing prong and then her tongue slowly crept out to kiss the tip of his dick.  Just a brief kiss and then her lips went over the bulbous tip going all the way down to the base.  Then she went back up—then down—up—down.  each repetitive Up and Down increased suck action and she began to thrash her head about, too.
	Simon liked—a lot!

	Fully facing her son on her knees, Annie Damden fully sucked Simon’s cock.  Up in the narrow pass of the ridge, Lucy watched them.  She, too, squatted and fingered her naked pussy.  She was grinning and giddy and wondered if her Mom was naughty with Matt, too.
	Simon rocked was his world was rocked; his Mom had talent!  She fully had every bit of his cock in her mouth and every bit of that cock tingled with unique sensations he had never before felt.  Her own hands, too, caressed his thighs and ass and it wasn’t long before the strong stirrings of orgasm began to erupt in the twelve year old.
	Annie sensed it and began to suck all the faster.  
	The blast was incredible and came before Simon even knew it!
	His Mom knew it, though, and drained him—drained him—drained him before allowing the boyish pecker to come out of her mouth.  A little more spew squirted onto her face and she didn’t mind.  She pressed her son’s cock to her face and seemingly was very horny.
	In the blink of an eye the two were wallowing on the sand with Simon pounding his still amazingly erect erection against the poon that had bore him years earlier.  His cock wasn’t quite strong enough to make penetration and stay there—but close counts.  Annie held him firmly with their bodies intertwined in a symbiotic relationship only lust could make sense of.
	Simon was just about hard enough to get into his Mom’s twat when…
	The pond they had been enjoying suddenly erupted.  A huge gurgle suddenly exploded from the pool of water shooting up like a geyser.  There was a scream and what looked like in the middle of the outburst a naked boy!  Curious.  The geyser was short lived, however and sucked back down into the pond leaving only a memory of its occurrence.

	She was almost asleep when the “need” struck her.  The more she lay still the worse the pressure built up.  She did note that the RV was quiet.  Pinching off her need she looked to the rear bedroom but didn’t see anyone in particular.  Stretching she farted and grumbled as she made her way to the bathroom.
	Just as the flow began Matt appeared.  Mary was not on the bed and had gone elsewhere.  Matt smiled and eased into the small RV bathroom grinning at his sleepy headed sibling.  Ruthie took her brother’s schlong and began toying with it.  It was half and half, still thick (and dripping cum) but not exactly hard.  
	Ruthie finished peeing just as Matt’s cock got hard.  Quickly she masturbated the dong, squeezing it at the base and flopping it while Matt ran his fingers thru her soft hair.

	Soon and the naughty oh-so naughty girl was sucking her brother.  Matt rocked on the balls of his feet filling her young mouth completely “blown away” at her cocksucking technique.  Ruthie worked her mouth magically on her brother’s johnson; the cock swelled incredibly with Ruthie having no gag reflex.
	Matt did pull out of his sister’s mouth, though; face fucking his sibling as he tried to calm down from the intense blowjob.  Ruthie fondled his balls and rubbed his ass—giggling and grinning all the way.
	“I know how to take that grin off!” chided her brother.  Scooping her up from the toilet he carried her to the rear situated bed somewhat pinning her down.  Ruthie thrashed about but was by no means in danger or wanted to “get away.”  Matt fingered his sister’s cunt, massaged the puffy poon and then “went down” on it never minding the pee.

	Quartzwood was a little bigger than first perceived—or stretched out further than thought.  After her fling with Matt and he typically conked out from being exhausted, Mary cleaned herself up in the shower, put on some walking shorts, shoes, and a top; grabbed her sun hat and stepped out deciding on going back to the pond to see who was doing what and to whom or checking out the digs of the one street town.
	She knew what was going on at the pond and though she was curious she didn’t want to make the trek up the pass and such besides, she heard a noise that got her attention.  At the end of the street there were some boulders marking the end of the street and town.  A few trees were here, along with scurrying critters darting so fast Mary had no chance to determine what species they were.
	There were voices beyond the boulders piquing Mary’s interest.  

*

Rainy days
	When Hanky meets Panky
	Med School was an option; so was demolition derby.  His Mom wanted him to go to Med School, his friends wanted him to go dirt racing.  His Mom paid the bills; his friends—got drunk a lot.
	During the Summer of his junior year he spent hard at work in a hospital earning his wings—so to speak.  It was a Summer of experience, medical school experience.  Not a lot of “free time.”  That was in part due to the dysfuncitonality of the EMAD.  That sucked—really badly.  

 	Pissed that his favorite toy had gone bust Rain attempted dissection to see if he could determine the mishap.
	He couldn’t.
	The internal parts were as confusing to him as the external.  He understood where the Leg Bone connected to the Hip Bone; the right atrium was were the process began—where the CO2 blood enters the heart; the erection is conclusive to the status view of a girl’s coochie; but comprehending the internal workings of his EMAD he had no clue whatsoever.
	And they didn’t give classes on it at the college, either.
	On his second attempt at deciphering the mysterious inner workings of Kim’s EMAD—he got shocked.  Badly.  It wasn’t debilitating but it was enough that he put the Device away for a long-long time.
	Two years of Med School and he had had enough of that.  Sorry Mom.  Odd jobs filled his life for a while before settling to one where he excelled—security.  From low flunky on the ladder pounding the ground around a refinery to mall security he rose in the ranks to settle after just a few years on the job as the top monkey on the chain.
	He liked it.  It was a good life—not as good as a doctor’s life but he liked it.  In the security field he learned a few things—one of which brought him back to his old electronic friend, Kim’s EMAD.  Years of being surrounded by electronic wizardry of one kind or another piqued his interest; he took some classes and got new insight on the inner workings of all things electronical.  And after a time he regained confidence to tackle the Device again.
	One day while in his private office going over monthly reports he noticed on a security monitor a little girl engaging in a Five Fingered Discount.  What a shame.  Such a pretty girl, young, innocent and already in the midst of a life of crime.  Of course, she had been put up to it by her friends who had seen the swarming Loss Prevention agents descending upon the area.  They fled leaving the hapless unawares Subject holding the bag—er, CDs.
	Zooming in on the girl’s face, Chief of Security Rain Frisco noted how incredibly likeness she reminded him of another girl.  Sally Jane McGregor.  The likeness was incredible and gave Rain fond memories of a time long ago.  Longview High School.  There was that wondrous day when he was taking Sally home.  Sally Jane needed that ride home and after giving her classmate the directions—he took an alternate route.

	Sally lived near a large park that was by an elementary school.  The park had roads on all sides with the 4rth road the back road.  One side road was butt against an electric business and an oilfield crane operation.  The other side road was housing as was the backroad.  There was no front road as the park butted up against the elementary school.
	As fate would have it, there was little activity in the park, the elementary school was out and Rain knew certain places where to park and be undisturbed.  The park had tons of shrubs, bushes, trees, boulders, and perfect places to pull a car into and be hidden away.
	Once parked and settled, Rain wasted little time—with his EMAD working he began caressing Sally Jane’s breasts.  Sally Jane sat still, staring straight ahead being unawares.  Rain didn’t care if she was “aware” or not; he squeezed each breasts to his delight then began undoing her jeans.
	Sally Jane had a sweet smile—it was intoxicating and made anyone around her smile.  There were a few freckles adorning her face; she had a dainty little nose, small lips, and big tits for a girl her size and age.  There was some fumbling with the getting the girl’s jeans undone but he managed.  Pushing them down to her knees he lingered in lustful awe as Sally Jane was clad there in not panties but boxers.  Boy boxers.  
	Rain was into panties but the boxers were okay, too.  
	Time was not on his side, though; he had to get the girl home in a timely fashion so angling the girl with her shoulders down to the seat and her legs bent back, Rain pulled her panties up to her knees.  And though lo there was not the time to gawk—he gawked.  That was a nice cunt.  A little furry, alluring, and accepting.  
	Using the seatbelt he hooked his classmate’s legs to keep them up and out of the way.  Then he moved to let the passenger seat down and re-angled the classmate.  Positioning himself between her legs he moved his pants and underwear down and rested his throbbing 100% all-beef thermometer into her trench.  
	Let the fucking begin!

	Banging Sally Jane was Fucking-A fantastic!  He knew that he wanted to do her—and any girl like her—again and again and again.  There was nothing better than slamming pussy.  His cock went thru a myriad of emotions, sexual of course.  The sensations were phenomenal and sure as hell beat beatin’ off.  Near effortlessly did he slid his bald butler into her bearded oyster.  He nearly blew his load right off from the onset!  It was incredible!  He felt himself melting as he slid into her sex; he couldn’t hold himself up and lay on her, suckling her breasts and lusting.

	The voices of children playing halted his progress of completion—but only temporary.  His cock dwelling nicely in the girl’s cunt continued to pump although his hips were not.  The kids moved on and Rain slobbered onto Sally Jane’s face.
	The fucking of classmate Sally Jane continued with his pumping action slow and steady.  The seatbelt wasn’t working out and so he unhooked her legs removing her pants and panties.  With her legs opened wide it was easier to fuck and so he did.

	It was a little after four o’clock when Rain finally came.  He instantly melted and found himself in high lust kissing al over Sally’s nakedness.  Gobs of his love juice filled the girl’s cunny and his desires to fuck her asshole filled him, too.
	But he held off.  
	Using his own underwear he cleaned Sally Jane’s cunt then dressed her.  He was exhausted but felt that he could actually go again.  He would love to see her bobbing on his cock.  He drove her home and when at the driveway he “unzapped” her, releasing her from the minding device.  Sally had an instant headache and was lots confused.
	But seeing her house and the confused look on Rain she gathered herself and her books and scampered off none the wiser of her after school activity.

	Lorieanne Movan was his next target; the very next day after boffing Sally Jane.  Lorienne was the daughter of a preacher, Rain had known her since junior high—but she didn’t know him.  They were classmates but nothing more.  Rain was somewhat infatuated with her—she wasn’t exceptionally pretty or remarkable in any way—she was just different.  She was a Midwestern girl with nice breasts and a neat little body.  Rain supposed (later on) that it was the simple fact that she was the daughter of a preacher.
	Occasionally he heard her cuss; he saw her out on the basketball court in her cute little red short gym shorts; and knew that she had several suitors.  There was a best friend, Bridgett, who was her shadow.  Rain kinda wanted to tag her, too; but Lorieanne first.
	The very next morning after the Sally Jane incident he found Lorieanne and Bridgett at school early.  They were always early for some reason—both were in the school choir, on the Honor Roll, Dean’s List, and so on.  They weren’t snooty or uppity and wore casual everyday clothes and occasionally acknowledge Rain’s existence with a smile and a friendly “HI!”

	Longview High had started out in the early 1930s as a place to teach migrant workers and oilfield families.  After the Second World War the school grew with expansion continuing in the 50s and in each decade thereafter.  From the main building that had gone from teaching classes to administration classes there were elongated barn-like buildings housing eight classes.  Some buildings were for Art, Language, Music, and “shops.”
	There, too, were “extra” buildings that were designated as “annex” buildings.  “A” building had “A” Annex; “B” building had “B” Annex; and so on thru the alphabet to “E” building.  “A” building and it’s annex were English classes.  “B” building and its annex were Math and economics classes; “C” building and its annex were History, Language, and Art.  In the annex of “C” building Lorieanne and Bridgett were at the very end where the building made a sharp “L” turn.  The short end of the “L” emptied out to the upper field of the basketball and volleyball courts.  
	Wall lockers adorned the walls of the buildings, Lorieanne and Bridgett were at their lockers at the very end of “C” annex; Rain had no locker there but pretended to.  As he drew near the girls he could smell roses; Lorieanne wore rose perfume and it thrilled him delightfully!
	As he neared closer the Subjects finished loading and unloading their lockers and prepared to move on to the library.  It was half an hour before First Bell.  Plenty of time…
	Rain zapped his Subjects and brought them to the space where some lockers were supposed to be but weren’t and so there was space there to do some early morning shenanigans.  On his knees he faced the girl in her turquoise jeans.  He stared and stared with lust growing (inside his pants.)  Then, slowly he was undoing said jeans peeling back the flaps to ogle the matching turquoise panties.  Nice.  Real nice.  
	Slowly he took the risk and took the panties down.  Then there was Lorieanne’s pussy—her bare furry furburger pussy for Rain to admire and adore.  And he did admire it and he did adore it.  It smelled of roses!  He smiled and began licking it, pressing her fingers to the mound and getting after it in a quickening hurry.
	Soon Rain was standing up checking for security down both halls and taking a big risk again, stepped Lorieanne out of her clothes, just one foot; then awkwardly he put her leg (without clothes) about his waist and his cock into her pussy.
	She wasn’t a virgin.  That was a cinch.  She was still a good fuck and his cock felt incredible sensations of pleasure dwelling within her.  Lorieanne gave no facial expressions and as Rain stepped up his progress he gave less a fuck if anyone saw them.

	No one did and Rain humped four wondrous minutes before releasing a torrent of hot jiz.  His entire body melted and he felt his energy level completely evaporated.  Sighing he leaned against the girl, kissing her and groping her delightful teenage titties.  “I could fucking do this all day.”
	Maybe not all day, but close.
	After Lorieanne he got Bridgett’s pants down and was fingering her pussy thru her yellow panties when he heard voices; Lorieanne’s pants and panties were still down.  He hated interruptions.  Quickly he put the girls back together and barely had time to tuck Mr. Rain Jr. away before a small bevy of interlopers came upon them.  Lorieanne and Bridgett were still under the influence of Rain’s EMAD.  He waited until the group of interlopers moved on and when they did he went back to Bridgett—fingering her thru her pants, kissing on her and caressing her ass.  The desire to sink his bone into her grew intense.  There had to be away.
	There was.
	Rain joined the choir—lots of pretty bitches were there (he didn’t have the legs for the prep squad.)  In joining the choir he got chummy with many of the girls and soon there were social gatherings at various choir member houses.  Then Rain was driving Lorieanne (with Bridgett) to their respective houses—usually Bridgett just came to Lorieanne’s as she was a virtual permanent fixture there.  Lorieanne had a younger brother and an older one.  With the EMAD, Rain got Lorieanne and Bridgett butt bare assed naked—in doing so he found new pleasure.  Mostly it was due to a minor fingering of Kim’s EMAD that allowed him to transmit electronically other commands—voice commands that were desires.  Small words, not too many like “take down your clothes”; “bend over”; “open legs” and so on.
	Rain hadn’t gotten the idea about Q&A or he would have learned about who was screwing Lorieanne.  But he enjoyed watching the girl and her best friend undress themselves, then lay out on Lorieanne’s bed, open their legs, and prep themselves for Rain’s arrival.

Mindy
	The hum of the air conditioner gently soothed him; high school was a menagerie of fond memories.  The untimely dysfunction of the EMAD was upsetting but he guessed that he had used it to the fullest extent it was allowed and he would have to be satisfied with that.  He wasn’t really but life went on.
	Security flunky Ed and cohort Jamison brought in the Five-Finger Discounter.  She was terrified, blond, blue eyes, and ten.  Security Chief Rain smiled at her, nodded his head to his flunkies and they left.

	“Name?” Rain asked of the little terrified blond hair girl.
	“Mindy.” she replied in a shaken voice. 
	“Full name.” Rain said in a stern voice.  The girl was in a yellow top with blue diamonds and small cartoon characters; she was of average size and weight for girls in her age group—and very cute.  Not extraordinarily cute but she was pleasing to the eye just the same.  And a tight butt!
	Her name (full name) given Rain jotted down her address and telephone number.  Turning a monitor on his desk so as she could see it he played for her her Five Finger Discounting.
	“Oh shit.” she exclaimed.  Busted.   She gulped and tightened up and knew she was in deep shit.  Deep.  
	“What does your Daddy do (for a living)?”
	“He works in an office.”
	“What does your Mommy do?”
	“She works in a real estate place.”
	Neither would enjoy dissen their work place to come to the mall security office to pick up their misbehaving child.  Or to the police station…
	“Well, it’s close to the hour when the judges go home for the day; this is Friday so they wont be in until Monday 9AM.” The girl sitting across looked confused.
	“Jail, sweetie, you’ll be going to juvenile jail for young offenders downtown—and spending the weekend there.”
	Little Mindy lost her cool and composure.  As she began crying and sniveling, Chief Rain offered a solution, “There’s an option,” he said, “another way.”
	“Another way?” Mindy said on wavering lips.
	“A personal option—between you and me, just you and me.”
	Mindy was game—anything not to have her parents come get her.
	“Come here.” The Chief said.  Nervously, still without her composure, Mindy Greely stepped around the corner of the great ornate cherry wood desk.  
	Rain Frisco gave the girl a nice looksee and he liked what he looked out.  “My way, Ms. Greely, and no one knows what’s happened here.  Got it?”
	Mindy nodded although she didn’t know what was to happen.
	After the “looksee”, Chief Rain still smiling caressed Mindy’s arm still giving her the “looksee”; focusing on her jeans he leaned back saying,
	“Take ‘em down.”
	This was met with a stunned shock and eyebrow raise.

	To ease her fears—sort of, the security chief pulled open a bottom drawer and removed from it a paddle.  Mindy eyed the paddle regaining some of her color—but no less in stunned fear.  She understood what was the deal and expected of her.
	“Your Daddy spanks you?”
	Mindy shrugged, “Not in a long time.” she said.
	“Take your pants down.” Rain said flatly.
	Mindy sighed and began undoing her not-too-tight jeans, peeled the flaps back, licked her lips and thought thoughtfully.  Reconsidering?  She then wrinkled her nose dismissing the “reconsidering” notion and pushed her pants down.
	Basic white panties with pink trim.  Rain eyed her coochie, smiled and had to adjust him as his cock soared suddenly and dramatically.  Gently pulling her by the elbow he positioned her right up against his leg then followed thru with laying her down across his lap.  He took a moment—he had to—of caressing her darling little butt.
	“Just relax, if you can.” he told her.
	“Alright.” Mindy said back.  She was already clenching her butt in anticipation.  Could she feel his cock pressing against her belly?  Smoothing his hand over her butt Rain made the anticipation  of discipline an agonizing one.  He gave a smack to the girl’s butt, smoothed his hand in a circling motion, squeezed one cheek and then the other than smacked the cheeks both.  This was followed by a hard unexpected swat from the paddle.
	Mindy jerked, twisted and the swat was too swift and sudden for her to react as she should.  Rain let fly another—then another.  On the third swat the girl was “aware” and her dainty little ten year old ass began to inflame.  When she flailed her arms about Rain simply pinned them behind her back and landed another swat that was the hardest of all.  Then he yanked her panties down to her knees and brought the paddle to her bare ass that nearly sent the girl out of her skin.
	The paddle was put down and Rain smacked Mindy’s reddened ass with his bare hand.  Mindy fussed and required more stern spanking followed by being stood up and shaken.  Chief of Security Rain then stood and furled out his cock—jamming the mid level young adult cock into the girl’s mouth.
	“Suck it or take more spanking!” Rain growled.
	Mindy coughed, gagged, retched, and muffled “I don’t want to!”
	But too late, Rain’s cock was in her mouth and he was humping.

	Only a few pumps and then Mindy Greely was hoisted onto the desk scattering the papers thereon.  The girl was confused, in pain, and grossed out.  The confusion worked to his advantage and off came the little girl’s pants and panties.  Then she was lain down with her legs spread open.  Rain placed his face between her opened legs and began licking her out adding to her confusion.
	After licking his fill—he laid his hard pipe against her virgin snatch and began to hump.  When Mindy fussed her ankles were grabbed and legs lifted up—a serious series of swats were landed to her already blazing ass.  then her legs were slapped apart and Rain working without an EMAD continued his business.

	The EMAD did work—intermittently with some success.  But it was deemed unreliable so its usage was limited.  His tinkering with the Device led him to new exciting levels of deviant behavior.  He liked it—a lot!  After Mindy Greely he calmed himself from aggressive disciplinary action.  He didn’t rape the young would be thief but rewarded her inasmuch as she had rewarded him.  She got coupons for store stuff, credit for store stuff, and could keep the crap she was put up to pilfering in the first place—all in favor of keeping what happened in his office to themselves.  No penetration to her body—well, in the mouth but that was once.  Mostly Rain liked to see her take her clothes off, masturbate, and let him hump the snot out of her.  He also kept her panties after wiping said snot from her pussy (and asshole.)  She did NOT like the taste of his dick snot.
	When the EMAD DID work—he put it to good use.  In his neighborhood there were many prospects and possibles.  He knew most of everyone and most of their “business.”  With the EMAD—he knew more and found out more.

The House of Moor
	Jon Moor was nice fella, eager to please—usually neighbors in the way of doing chores of one kind or another.  He was fifteen, blond-blond-blond Surfer hair with Surfer face/teeth & smile.  Manipulator Rain Frisco was so much into the boy as he was into the boy’s Mother who was doing some yard work with her son.
	Slowly the two stopped their work and made way into their ranch style home.  Inside the house in the living room Helen Moor slowly stripped off her clothing seemingly a little confused about her doing so in the presence of her son.  
	Jon stripped off his clothes and did not display confusion…

	Once Helen was nude she went to her knees and after addressing her teenage son’s cock; she gripped it and began sucking it.  Jon stood a little mesmerized by the deal; a little sheepish and embarrassed, but his cock was hard and filled his Mom’s mouth nicely.
	The EMAD was having a rare occasion of mind dinking w/o hiccup.

	Jon filled his Mom’s mouth with not only his throbbing teen cock but his pulsing squirting cum.  This after only two minutes of pumping and being sucked.  The boy rolled his eyes and somewhat convulsed as he was incestuously serviced blowing his load fully into his Mom’s mouth.  So much cum there was that his Mom had to pull her head back to breath with a mouthful of spunk.
	After regaining herself some power prompted her to lay down and spread her legs.  Jon still reeling from the blowjob and subsequent blow off could only stand in wonderment staring at his Mom’s nakedness.  Then, from staring to eating—eating out pussy albeit his Mom’s pussy.  Whether or not Jon had noshed on cunt before was not known—no Q&A; but the boy went to the task like he knew how.
	Visitor “Rain” got excited and then some watching the boy eat out his Mom’s cunt.  He found a new joy, a new desire.  He liked it—a lot!  After only a minute of muff diving the boy’s teenage dick was hard and with prompting from Rain (and his minding device) he “put it to” his Mom’s twat and fucked.
	Rain was even more thrilled.

	To keep his thrill high he found thrills galore with the Macmon family who lived at the end of the neighborhood.  A nice American family with young’uns.  The Daddy and Mommy were young themselves, both in their early 20s.  The Daddy worked in construction as a big machine operator; the Mommy was a stay at home Mommy.  
	Four kids plus the Mommy.  The Mommy, Carrie Macmon, was ok in the looks department, she used to smoke but stopped—due to pumping out a few chitlins and her Daddy had passed away early in age due to smoking.  She was alright, pleasing to the eye.  Rain had even met her and had secretly desired her—she was a little rednecky but not overly so.  She didn’t cuss, smoke, or drink.  There was no car or parts of a car in her front yard (backyard, yes.)  She had a small passel of chitlins, had friends and relatives who were rednecks; had a small compact car fitted to fit her children; and had a southern drawl.

	Rain Frisco wouldn’t have noticed the Macmon family had it not been for Zachary Macmon noticing Zena Macmon.  Zachary was a nice boy, he had even mowed Rain’s front yard once!  The boy had dark hair, the only Macmon family member who did—but there was a relative on his Mom’s side who had dark hair.  He liked layered clothing, usually a dark short sleeved shirt and a gray or dark gray undershirt.  His dark hair hung loose into his eyes cut at an angle.  A gold stud earring was in one ear; he was polite, spoke well, did ok in school (so it was guessed) and was helpful without being asked.
	He was nine but looked ten.  He had an older sister, Zena.  Then two younger sister, Danielle and Maggie.  Maggie was the youngest at four while Danielle was six.  Zach was just being a normal boy reaching that age of wonderment and curiosity.
	Using contact lenses of a differing color than his normal eye color, a bandana he never been seen wearing, nose putty, and other measures to conceal his true identity, Rain “visited” the Macmon family.

	Nine year old Zachary, as stated, was a nice boy.  His dark eyes “noticed” his ten year old sister who played with siblings as did Zachary himself.  In a house of females, there were panties everywhere—naked dolls, naked siblings, naked Mommy.  Young Zachary had reached the age were he began noticing those naked about him with a little more interest.  It was normal up to a point.
	With the EMAD working in rare form the Macmon family was moved into their modest non-redneck home to the family room.  The drapes were drawn and other security measures were taken; then, “take off your clothes.”
	The command was given to ten year old Zena.  The girl’s Mommy, Carrie, fussed and tried to break the “bonds” that bound her—but the EMAD held her mind in a lockdown disallowing such manner and she could do nothing but watch as her first born when she was sixteen begin undressing her self.
	Little flashing lights on the girl’s clothes, hair ribbon, and watch were going off indicating the use of an EMAD in the vicinity.  But the lights were for only detecting the use of a mind altering device—not for preventing the use of a mind altering device.
	Off came her green top and bra.  She had some titty meat, a few scars from falling out of trees, and a lovely body overall.  A nice smile she had, dazzling blue eyes with light brown hair cascading down her shoulders.  Green ribbons adorned her hair along with emerald earrings in her ears.

	After kicking off her shoes she slid down her pants and stood with hands to her sides.  Red panties she wore, a little worn but still wearable.  Both Rain and the girl’s brother stared, ogled, and drooled.  Both Rain and the girl’s brother got wood.
	The girl’s brother had desires—unnatural but natural in the sense all brothers have for their sisters.  Zena pushed down her panties and exhibited high confusion on her pretty face.  Cocking her head she tried to come to grips with what she was doing and what was being done to her.  It only confused her more—but she was realizing what she was doing along with doing it in the presence of her brother.
	Once she was nude she simply stood while her brother continued to gawk at her.  The EMAD was working fine and Rain was basically “unseen.”  That suited him just fine and after a minute or so of the girl simply standing she got the message to “finger” herself.
	Brother Zachary nearly lost it—his mouth dropped wide, eyes wider, and his cock seriously popped out his dark jeans.
	“It’s only going to get better.” Rain said to no one in particular.
	Zachary got the command “Take off your clothes.”  One piece of clothing at a time came off and under a minute he stood as nude as his sister.  His nine year old cock was nice and hard—nice and hard.  By command, sister Zena took holt of her brother’s cock.  She had never touched her brother’s dick before—nor wanted to.  
	Slowly she stroked lovingly her brother’s dong, fondled his balls then positioned the brotherly cock down between her legs pressing her body against his, placing her hands around him to caress his ass.  Zachary did likewise, caressing his sister and getting harder and harder and harder.
	Slowly the girl went to her knees…
	Thirty seconds did the girl stare at her brother’s schlong.  It was right there—right there staring back at her, too.  It was up close and personal—very personal.  Occasionally it pulsed, it was an involuntary pulse causing the penis to surge and to do so with agony.
	Zena sat nakedly with her mouth open—seemed the thing to do was to have it filled.  So, while the rest of her family watched—she gobbled her brother’s pud.  It was her first time.  It wasn’t all that bad.  It was just a bigger finger! 
	She did make a face and wince up some--mostly due to the simple fact that it was a “cock” in her mouth AND it was her BROTHER’S cock!  But down she went engulfing the whole thang sucking the cock like a good sister.

	Zachary stood absolutely still gawking continuously as he was sucked.  He was totally mesmerized and wavered between allowing himself to feel good from the deed and be repulsed.  He certainly wasn’t repulsed it was just the embarrassment of having it done in the presence of his family.
	That was the confusing part, Zachary couldn’t quite fathom how it was coming to be—to be naked, with his sister who was naked, getting a blowjob from his naked sister while his family was present around them watching.
	After a minute or so blowing the skin flute, Zena laid down, opened her legs, and lightly fingered herself.  She admitted under confused confessing that she did so on an irregular basis.  Zachary took his turn at orally pleasing his sister—she was ten and had peach fuzz on her smooth virgin poon.  Zachary licked, lapped, lingered totally blitzed.  Zena was a little blitzed herself and no longer cared that her family was present.

	After several minutes of oralgamie the boy pulled himself up onto his sister, locking his arms outward with his cock resting hard against her innocent sex.  Both sibs stared at each other in shocked awe.  It was the “unseen” Rain himself who put the boy’s dick where it belonged.  He also rubbed the boy’s ass and got even more sexually excited.
	For his first fuck it was alright.  He was not an avid masturbator, just occasionally; but those “occasions” were increasing in more and more frequency.  The boy pumped with increasing strokes, moving his hips all about as he found the pleasure of fucking sincerely insane and worthy of prolonged humping.
	Zena didn’t derive as much pleasure out of her first fuck as did her brother.  It was more displeasuring than anything else.  She floundered about some and made more faces and even more when the deed was done.  Zachary wasn’t a cummer, not yet.  He just got tired at the 4 minute mark.  (but it still felt good.)
	Zachary wasn’t too keen on the blood coating his dick.  Zena was less thrilled.  Then she was even less than that that when her brother used her underwear to clean her fresh fucked cunt!  He used his to wipe clean his dick; then Zena turned over and got on her hands and knees…

	Carrie Macmon was near out of her mind; it was something to watch her as she sat with mouth agape bouncing back and forth as if she were trying to bounce her body out of her body.  She just sat in the family room bouncing herself back and forth watching her young son sodomize his sister.

	Two minutes of serious anal splunking.  It made Zachary roll his eyes.  His young body by then was covered in a sheen layer of sex sweat, his little puddling was the stiffest ever!  And there was a bit of clear cream coating the head of his pud, too; along with “stains” along his shaft.
	Again, the use of his sister’s underwear came into play.
	A hickey on each cheek, a long gawk at his sister’s ass, crack, hole number one and two and then he was on to sister number two.  Zena came to Rain and was barely “aware” of him.  Carrie wasn’t “aware” of Rain or her daughter being there with him; she was watching as her naked son undressed his six year old sister, Danielle.
	Zachary seemed to have no problem at all stripping Danielle down to her skin.  He did so like he had done so before—and he had.  Was he a sibling molestor?  Secretly, yes.  Though it wasn’t true secretive Q&A, Rain could ask questions and get answers but it was just different that’s all.  Rain didn’t probe for details; after Danielle was naked, he stood before her waggling his hard dick and with a gentle hand to the back of her head pushed his pud into her open mouth.
	Yes, he had done so before.
	A minute of sucking and Zachary pulled out to hump her face.  His Mom still bounced—even faster back and forth (with mouth) agape completely beside herself in awestruck horrified stunned awe.
	From humping her mouth the boy laid his sister down, opened her legs and “went down on her.”  Carrie began to shake her head muttering “No—no—no!” knowing what was pending.
	Rain, meanwhile, held the naked fresh fucked Zena into him, caressing the girl all over; squeezing her and becoming devilish.  As he watched her brother, his sexual lust increased ten-fold.  He watched from an angle at the beginning but as the boy got into his sister’s groove (with tongue) Rain moved himself to where he could see the boy’s wiggling ass and dangling testicles.  (he brought Zena with him, too.)
	After a couple of minutes it was time.  Zachary got the “message” and laid down onto his nude sister’s body, slipping into her virgin sex his pulsing prong and with one fantastic thrust breeched said virgin sex.  Danielle let out a little squeal and thrashed about some but was controllably controlled.  Zachary was only minimally controlled, he received electronic messages and actually had the ability to say NO and not act on them.  But instead, he DID act on them!
	Rain began working his pants down…

	Zachary got exhausted at the five minute mark.  By then, his cock was seriously sore—it tingled and felt strange to him.  It remained stiff, though and was ready for even more action.  He had humped a good hump, breathed hard and seemed not at all upset about the dirty incestuous deed.  Danielle’s emotions were “checked” by the EMAD otherwise SHE would be upset; other than that she was just sore.  Terribly-terribly sore.
	Turning Danielle over, Zachary put his bone into her asshole.  Rain put his bone into Zena.  It was a tight fit—for both Zach and Rain.  Both girls made faces, twisted their little naked bodies and fretted.  Zach made full anal penetration; Rain made partial vaginal penetration.  With his hands on the girl’s ass gripping her steadily he made more penetration.  When her pretty eyes began to bulge and his cock began to be coated with more of her vaginal juices that was not sexual juices, Rain backed off and bounced the girl up and down his shaft.
	Zachary humped his sister Danielle until he virtually wore out.  The boy fell away clutching his cock being very muchly in agony.  He breathed hard and almost cried.  Danielle squirmed and whimpered some clutching her ass and fingering her fresh fucked asshole.
	The kids’ Mom was out of her mind staring and staring trying to scream or do something but she couldn’t.  She was beyond confused and could only sit on her knees bouncing back and forth freaking out.
	Zachary required fifteen minutes before he could compose himself.  Rain had pulled out of Zena languishing his naughty cock all over her pussy area and then her ass poking her asshole.  The head of his cock got into the girl’s hole but not much more.  That was ok, he held her and loved on her, squeezing her ass and shooting a couple squirts of love up into her.
	When Zach could, he moved to the youngest Macmon, Maggie.  She was four.  Under admission, Zachary confirmed that with her, too, he was stripping her down and rubbing his penis onto her ass and up between her legs.  No penetration.  Whether or not his admission was heard and recorded by his bouncing Mom was not clear.  Carrie had reached a new level of confounded confusion of stunned awe.  She stopped bouncing and was staring.
	Zachary got his littlest sis naked and “went down” on her.  The concept of licking out a girl’s cunt never struck him.  He HAD heard of such a thing but the technique of performing such deed was elusive.  He licked out Maggie, holding her legs as she was a squirmmer.  His pud hadn’t shrunk as normal and Rain now having Danielle in his clutches smiled big watching the boy’s ass dance.

	After much ado about licking, which was two minutes, the boy got the go ahead to “lay on her.”  Rain caressed hard Danielle’s body, patting her ass and wondering if Zachary could stick his sister.  His own cock ached hard and he thought nothing more than to “stick” his sister.  It mattered not that the girl was four; he was just that kind of guy.
	Zach tried, though, stabbing Maggie with his pud, he made some valiant effort—inasmuch as did Rain poking into Danielle’s sex.  The girl sat straddling his lap grunting as the man’s hard prick discomforted her.  The head and a bit of shaft was in her fresh fucked cunt; there was determination to do more—much more.
	Zachary finally got his cock to disappear if only partly into his littlest sister.  Rain reached out to rub the boy’s ass egging him on with slight swats.  The more Zach humped the more effort was made; Rain had little Danielle spread wide on his lap and was very nearly breaking the girl wide open.  Rain backed off and settled on humping on her young twat until spewing.
	For a lark, he had Carrie come over and suck his cock clean, and lick the spew from her daughter’s pussy, too.  Then, to further his lark, he had the young mother suck her son’s cock.  Seemed like the thing to do.  Carrie tried not to participate in the wicked deed but couldn’t counteract the electronical messages sent to her beleaguered mind.  With her hands on her son’s hips she fully engulfed his cock and did a serious cock suck.
	Rain positioned himself behind her and stabbed himself up into her asshole.  She didn’t take it in the ass all that often—she did take it in the ass, though; but not all that often.

The Spree
	The day was young and their cocks still hard.  Young Zachary Macmon “joined up” with Rain Frisco—the young boy not quite fully cognizant of his own will but strangely willing to “go along” just for kicks!  This after getting a hellacious blowjob from his Mom; then, while the vile naughty man controlling them somewhat stuffed his cock into Zena’s asshole—Zachary stuffed his into his Mom’s cunt!
	The act was what sent Rain Frisco into overload—watching the young boy screw his Mom.  It was the incestuous act that was thrilling; even more thrilling than engaging in sex itself!  That, of course, was Rain’s finale—after humping in or on the various children, he put his tool into Carrie Macmon’s cunt and fucked her brains out.
	Afterward, he asked young Zach, “hey, wanna come hang with me and fuck some other girls?”

	Zach shrugged, he was game.  Imagine!
	Rain was glad to have an assistant; they washed up (together in the hall shower), dressed and left the family naked in a high state of confusion.  Rain spent five minutes or so with each one messing with their minds so as they could not rightly describe Rain later on.
	Then he and Zach left the home to pestering others.

Summer of love
	The heat was nominal for the time of year jut lightly bating all those who dwelled out doors.  Inside homes air conditioners lightly hummed.  Inside a bedroom at a nice quaint quintessential home on Huffington St. the temperature soared.
	On the bed in a bedroom Kyle Love “put it to” his sister, Summer Love.  Their bodies entwined, sweat rivered off of their bodies in an afternoon that was pure lust.  Peace and lust as no one else was home to disturb/disrupt their illicit lovemaking.  At it was lovemaking, not a hurried hump fest to get laid.  Having the peace and quiet and determined amount of time the two siblings engaged in a relaxed mode of fucking.
	Kyle Addam Love was sixteen, he had just turned sixteen and had his driver’s license.  He didn’t have a car, though, but he had a license to drive one.  His single-divorced Mom had the family car and was at work.  Younger siblings of the house were busy elsewhere and were not due back any time soon.  That left the day open for the two elder horny siblings	to make hay.
	Summer Michelle Love was fifteen, she had just turned fifteen and was enjoying the rigors of being a young high school freshman.  For her age, her breasts were bigger than most girls; but she was at the average height and weight; brown eyes she had that twinkled as much as those who had blue eyes.  Her auburn hair lay cascaded about bare shoulders; those bodacious ta-tas bounced a little enticing her fine nude horny brother.
	The two lay together in lust moving from Regular Missionary to Side by Side and then Reverse Missionary.  With Summer on top of her brother it was the best for the both of them; Summer could position herself better and drive Kyle’s cock into her sex more fully and gyrate about better, too.  For Kyle, he could grip her ass and ogle her breasts better.
	“It’s cumming!” Kyle announced after several minutes of serious intense humping.  Their bodies melded together with Summer still on top; her legs bent like a cheerleader using on the motion of her hips to make the love.  

	Kyle began to thrust harder, faster; his sister’s sex sweat pouring off of her body as she entered into the realm of passionate sensations.  Their intensity quickened with both uttering small utterances of quick breaths.  Kyle made odd faces of quirkiness as his wrapped cock pounded hard into his sister’s quim.
	The moment arrived with ultimate satisfaction sending both teens into lofty heights of euphoria.  “Oh my God!” uttered Summer.  Her entire body shuddered; Kyle’s toes curled and a tingling sensation boiled through his loins.  He pumped masterfully near convulsing as he came.
	When the illicit event was over they lay still; their bodies still tingling, their hearts beating hard against one another; their sweat drenching them and the bedding.
	Summer sighed big, nestling her head into her brother’s shoulders.
	Kyle said nothing to spoil the moment as boys/men often did.  He held his sister, consoling her/caressing her and drifting to a typical momentary sleep.  Both teens enjoyed their bliss—totally unaware of any dangers observing them…

	“Mom will be home.” Summer said tapping her brother and pulling up from him.  Kyle languished screwing up his face like a little boy who didn’t want to go to school.  Summer eased up off of him, his wrapped organ flopping out of her well fucked cunt.  She didn’t bother with unwrapping his schlong, that was his job.  She moved off of the bed and out of the room with Kyle watching her go.  
	Slowly did the boy gather himself and sit up taking the soiled condom off of his dick.  He rested a half minute more than got up taking the spew filled rubber to the bathroom where his sister was showering up.  The condom was deposited into the toilet and flushed away.
	“HEY!” yelled Summer as the sudden water temperature changed and she didn’t like it.  Kyle said, “Sorry” and then joined his sister.

	At half past the hour the two horny teens emerged from the shower.  Summer was a little bit in a hurry—their Mother was nothing if not timely.  Kyle acted as if they had all the time in the world.  While Summer hurried dried her beautiful young naked body, Kyle stood idle watching her.  In the shower he had up her ass—his soaped up cock invaded his sister’s hole with a little difficulty (Summer didn’t like it in the ass all that much).  Once he had gotten started and was all the way in he it was a hump to the finish.
	For Summer, it just made her asshole sore.

	Summer dried herself and began fussing with her hair.  Kyle went to his knees behind her and began kissing on her butt.  In the shower it had been pure unadulterated lust.  With his hands on his sister’s ass he just went for it driving his cock dramatically into her backdoor while her lovely teen breasts were smashed up against the tiled back wall.
	Kyle’s lust had diminished some—some.  But his sister’s ass drew him into a new level and a possible chance.  Summer let him for as long as she fussed with her hair.  She DID part her legs to let him have access to her crack and “all else.”  Kyle took advantage of the offering and licked not only his sister’s ass but her crack, hole, and furry furburger.
	But with her hair dried and brushed she left.
	Kyle was a little disappointed as he was still horny.  But he dried and fussed with his own hair.  The sixteen year old had some nice hair to go with his lanky well tanned frame.  He wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous; a little shy, and not overly athletically enthused.  But he did alright.
	In his own room he was just pulling up his underwear when his Mom pulled into the drive.  Standing off to one side of his window that had the blinds down, he whipped out his dick that was only partially flaccid.  Sister Summer went out to help bring in some grocery bags.  Kyle’s thoughts were one lane, driven on a single purpose of a narrow band of lust filled desires.
	When his Mom, Betty, entered into the home, Kyle stopped humping his favorite organ and put on his pants.  When he made the living room to see if there were any more bags to be brought in from the family car, a new level of family lust was about to begin.

	Betty Joan Love shook her head as if she had just woken up quickly and needed a moment to clear her head but didn’t have the time to do so.  A strange sensation had come over her teetering her on the edge of sudden intense heat and something other she was not familiar with.
	There, too, was some sickness she didn’t care for—a headache at first and then a stirring in her stomach.  A bit of dizziness began to creep over her head and down to her shoulders making the “sickness” a little worse.
	A strange scene unfolded before her; she saw her children, Kyle and Summer, naked.  Kyle stood completely naked with his sister on her hands and knees SUCKING ON HIS PENIS!  Betty shook her head to clear it; her eyes blinked excessively giving the facial expression “WTF!?” (What The Fuck)
	To further confuse Betty, there was a man.  Also naked.  The man came up to Summer, patted her ass, spanked her with a few hard smacks then forced her legs open positioning himself down between her legs…

	Betty flung her head—this wasn’t happening.  It just wasn’t happening!  Was it?  Her confoundment continued as then—THEN a nude little boy about ten or so came to stand before her and words burrowed into her mind—“SUCK HIM.”
	Betty blinked her eyes.
	Suck him?  Suck who?  The boy?  No.  Surely not.  No way!  She was a Christian, her Dad was a senior minister at a prominent church.  There was no comprehension in the word-command “Suck him.”  It just didn’t make sense!
	Everything seemed to be a blur; she saw her nude son and he wasn’t that bad.  How long had it been since last she saw him naked?  She saw him in his underwear and was mildly aware that he masturbated in the sanctity of his bedroom—and probably most definitely in the shower.  It was a boy thing and allowed.  
	Summer was on her knees—naked.  Her head bounced back and forth in front of her nakedly standing brother.  Betty tried to make since of it but it mind boggling and confounding.  What the hell was going on?  Who was the man behind Summer?  What was he doing?  Why was he naked, too?  
	Betty’s confusion prevented her from grasping the fact that she and her family were under the influence of an EMAD.  She and her family had the latest and expensive technology to detect the presence of an EMAD (in use) as well as various electronical gadgets to prevent the use of said EMAD.
	Summer took all of her brother’s dong; her hands on his ass she sucked him fully into her mouth with a few times the cock slipping out to hump her face and allow her to get some breath.  She fondled his hairy nut sac, spanked his ass flesh, and drained his cock in three minutes time.
	Meanwhile, behind her, a stranger was sodomizing her.  His cock was man size and determinately crammed-rammed itself into her not-so-often fucked asshole.  There was some distress about the reaming—on both parties.  Summer receiving the most distress but it made her pussy tingle just the same.
	Betty couldn’t see the man sodomizing her daughter ‘cause her view was blocked with the presence of a young boy.  The boy was nude and she was sucking him!  Betty had not sucked cock since she was a teenager—and that was years and years ago.  The little boy of nine or ten stood with his hands on his hips like he was a superhero.  His puddling wasn’t much but about average for a boy his age.  Betty couldn’t conceive what was going on and still unable to realize the why of it.

	Kyle creamed into his sister’s mouth.  It was as gigantic a load as was left in the reservoir tip of his condom.  Summer sucked his cock dry, draining his lizard of every drop.  Neither she or her brother were “aware” of the sheer tainted situation.  They were oblivious to their Mother’s presence, or anyone else.
	When the man in her ass came off, he pulled out and spanked her ass with his soiled cock—then told her “turn around”.  Summer did so willingly but still somewhat unaware of what was actually happening.  “Suck me.” was the next command and Summer gleefully did so.  Kyle’s cock though softening was smacked against his sister’s ass, dragging the super sensitive head up and down the crack, poking the hole that was gooey with someone else’s spunk matter.  Fingering his sister’s cunt and thinking of fingering her Mother’s cunt, Kyle Addam Love schlepped his salami into his sister’s funk hole that had yet to snap shut back to normal.
	Summer gagged on the soiled schlong in her mouth—it popped out to slap her face and go up against her nose then it was back into her mouth to complete the “job.”
	It was too strange a scene to comprehend—Betty continued her oral copulation with the young lad still failing to grasp the fact that it was really happening at all—it just didn’t/couldn’t register.  The boy she was sucking giggled and maintained his Superhero stance.

	After filling Summer’s mouth with his love cream and watching the girl choke to the point of where his cum shot out of her nose, Rain Frisco needed a slight break.  His legs were wobbly and his cock was smoldering.  His young cohort still had stamina and had emitted a little ball juice into Betty Love’s mouth.
	Kyle had cum (and how!) into his sister’s ass.  He was useless and would be for some time.  Flopping back onto the brand new sofa he lay with his legs splayed wide open, cum dripping from his cock soiling the brand new cushion ‘neath his smooth hairless ass.
	Summer came to put her mouth to Zach’s ass and place more hickeys there.  The boy was in 7th Heaven with all the attention his pud was getting.  It mattered not in the least that he had been kidnapped—he was mostly and basically “willing.”  Screwing his younger sisters had been a bit of a challenge for him; but screwing his older sister AND his Mom—that was cool.  Way cool!
	Turning from Betty’s mouth, Zach got serviced by Summer.  Betty then came to suck on the hairy nut sac of Rain while he sat in a chair at the breakfast table helping himself to a cold brew he had frisked from the fridge.

	After three bottles of a particular German beer down, Rain offered his cohort some.  The boy happily partook and Rain gathered himself for “what else can I do to whack this family?”
	Kyle had recovered some of his composure; his Mom was still on her knees sucking Rain’s balls and cock.  Rain smiled and directed the son to come get behind his Mom.  Summer lay on her back, legs open, fingering herself.  She watched strangely as her naked brother came up to their Mom and pulled down her gray slacks and then her beige panties.
	There was no “what are you doing?” questioning from Summer, she merely lay fingering herself watching.  
	Kyle wasn’t an expert on undressing anyone else but himself. He had younger siblings and helped them dress and undress but he wasn’t particularly good at it—it was a woman/girl/sisterly type thing.  He fumbled a bit getting the slacks undone and then down.  There was a pause as he stared at his Mom’s ass clad in the beige panties.  His cock had maintained a slight flaccid state of being, but upon seeing his Mom in her underwear—
	SCHWING!
	His cock pulsed when he worked his Mom’s panties down to her ankles.  Young Zachary’s cock was throbbing hard watching; he grinned and could care less of the fact that he had been kidnapped.  But then again, he was willing to go along, accompanying the strange man was not kidnapping.
	Kyle worked off his Mom’s clothing; shoes, pants, panties, pantyhose.  Her legs parted wide revealing herself more and down into the crack he went.  It was quite a scene and prompted the boy to get quite the teenage hard-on.  Summer stared in disbelief and was, too, brought in—er, under.  From where she lay she merely moved to be under her brother, sucking on his balls and cock with the rest of her body out for Rain to adore.
	Rain wasn’t passing up the opportunity and down onto her he went.  He took a moment or two to let his eyes rove over her; then his cock was kissing her pussy then sliding in uncovered.  The girl twisted oddly, arched her back and went thru the motions of experiencing an experienced cock invading her body.  She shuddered all over and from within as every inch of the man’s cock tantalized her cunny.
	The intensity of the fuck was amplified as Rain got into the motion more and more watching the girl suck on her brother’s dangling testicles all the while he licked out his Mom’s crack!  Putting the girl’s legs up along his chest he began drilling Summer’s pussy harder escalating the sex a hundred-fold.

	Soon and Rain went from Fuck Hard to Fuck Harder; it was all young Summer could do to hang on—her mouth latched onto her brother’s balls.  Rain’s attention was not so much on Summer—but Kyle.  He wasn’t much into boys but he pulled out of Summer, dragged his own ball sac up the girl’s chest then plunged himself into the girl’s brother’s asshole!
	Kyle let out a mighty protest—Rain grabbed a handful of his hair keeping his face into the boy’s Mother’s ass.  Young naked Zach stood at the front getting sucked some more—he smiled and giggled and highly intoxicated by the deed (as well as a little intoxicated by some German beer.)
	Kyle screamed into his Mom’s asshole; he seethed snot and breathed hard as the repeated thrusts in his never-fucked-in-the-ass got fucked.  His hole eventually gave way and relented but the event was still unyielding.
	Rain had already been at the point of cumming off in Summer when he switched not only holes but people.  He began shooting massive shots of jiz; quickly he backed out to cram himself back into the girl’s pussy to complete the job.  
	“Lick him clean.” Rain said to the girl.  
	Summer was confused and couldn’t comprehend the command.  She blinked her eyes but couldn’t focus.  Rain reached for the EMAD to give her a little boost.
	The EMAD took that time to “go offline.”  Oh well.
	Tweaking Summer’s nipples to the point they were near tweaked off, Summer applied her tongue to her brother’s tortured asshole and began licking up the cream that was there.  Rain then went on to complete his business of depositing his man juice.

	Kyle’s cock was hard.  Damn hard.  Bits of cream were already soiling the tip and it was time.  Long had he desired to screw his sister but longer still had he secretly desired to sink his hammer into his Mom’s twat.  He didn’t think of his desires as incestuous, just sex.  Just sex.  
	Despite not having the Influencer, Rain put Kyle into position—on his Mom.  The boy went thru the motions without hardly a pause; his Mom paused but her confusion prevented her from thinking or protesting.  She barely recognized that it was her son humping her until midway along when her cunny got ignited.
	Rain had Summer get on her hands and knees and perform orally on Zach.  Zach slugged down another beer and stood giggling, peeing inside Summer’s mouth…

	The orgasm was long in coming.  (insert your own pun there)  Rain watched the boy as after three minutes he was shooting hellacious wads of pent up cum DEEP into his Mom’s pussy.  He pumped hard, gyrated and then strained letting his cock do the work of jutting spunk.  The boy then shimmied as the orgasm took over curling his pubes, even.
	Rain’s own orgasm had been just as fulfilling and when done, he positioned the girl to her Mother; pushing her brother off he put Summer’s face to her Mother’s cum soaked cunt.  “Lick her clean.”
	Kyle sat in a funk, a daze, and in awe as he watched his sister licking out their Mother, licking up the cum he had just spilled inside and out of the pussy that had given him life sixteen years earlier.  Kyle was spent.  Summer was sickened and highly grossed out.  Betty was—a little mindless.
	Without the EMAD working (damn it) Rain’s influence was purely a guess if it would hold—his command to the Love family to continue engagement of an incestuous nature on a daily basis.  “fuck and suck” on a daily basis.  Rain hoped to check back on the family to check their progress.
	“Let’s do lunch!” Rain said to his young cohort.  The nude boy smiled and the two invaders left.

*

the long journey has a beginning
	“Your friend—is in peril.”
	“I kinda got that part figured out.”
	The incense was a little more potent than normal; listlessly did the smoke waft about the darkened interior of Madame Mona’s Psychic Emporium and Book Sales.  Outside the heat of the desert had drifted to coolness as day had turned to night.  Madame Mona’s neon sign of OPEN was off, the blinds were drawn, the CLOSED sign in the window of the green door was turned for all to see.  But inside, in the back room, Madame Mona was in business.
	The diminutive Mona sat cross legged (somehow she managed) circling her hands over a glowing orb set on a brass base.  The other occupant sitting across from the mystic saw nothing but smoke puffs inside the orb aka crystal ball.
	Again Mystic Mona stated the obvious, “Your friend is in peril.”
	Madelynn sighed, “I know that, WHERE—WHERE is he in peril?”
	“It is unclear,” said the Mystic, “it is unclear.” She took on the persona of someone who was confused, or straining due to constipation.

	“Please, Madame Mona, I must find him.”
	The mystic rolled her eyes to the back of her head, her hands trembled as they wavered over the clouded orb.  
	“He is in a confining place.” Mona looked more confused than ever, cocking her head trying to concentrate as earnestly as her profession allowed.
	“Where, Madame Mona, WHERE?”
	“A place of wetness.”
	“Wetness?”
	“It is cold, wet, and noisy.”
	“That could be anywhere.”
	“He is in pain.  He hasn’t much time.”
	The words stabbed into Madelynn causing her nearly to convulse.
	“Please, please Madame Mona, you must try to be more specific.”
	“A lonely place, a sandy place.”
	“Sand could be the desert,” Madelynn said in desperation, “but wetness?”
	The Mystic began to waver her small dwarven body, her small eyes were closed tightly as she strove to channel the powers that be to find the Lost Soul Madelynn sought, her friend Alton Noddren.
	“I’m sorry, my dear,” said Mona, “I-I cant see him exactly.”
	Madelynn wasn’t giving up.  She had waited in her private sanctuary too long; from the onset she knew something was wrong, she felt it and knew it.  Two days began to fade to three.  She felt her soldier boy calling her—he came to her in the middle of the night sending Madelynn scurrying to the one friend she had in the desert town she could trust—Madame Mystic Mona.  
	“Ok, so, we’ve got Sand, Wetness, Confined Space, and Noise.”
	That could be a lot of places.  The desert spanned a great deal of real estate, its geography went in all directions from high desert to the ocean.
	“The ocean!” exclaimed Madelynn.  “He’s at the ocean!” somewhere.
	Madame Mystic Mona found a new reverence and once more tried to pinpoint the lost soul—but it still seemed to be a struggle.
	“Deary,” said Mona, “would you be so kind as to give this room some ambience?”  Madelynn got up from the table and relit the extinguished incense candles.  She also poured more tea from the nearby hotplate and set a fresh cup by Mona.

	Mona was the one person Madelynn trusted; Mona took her in, gave her a job, protected her, defended her.  Madelynn had yet to repay the Mystic but Mona said it was not necessary.  Not yet.
	Mystic Mona had herself a nice quiet business, dealing in the macabre of psychic abilities; séances, card and palm readings, and selling curiosities from all over the world to peoples who were curious about such curiosities; people who were disturbed (or disturbing) frequented the Mystic’s abode where they found solace.  There was incense, food and drink, books of yore.  Goth and other peoples of differing social idiosyncrasies blended together to study ancient history not in the mainstream norm of public or private school teachings; a private place to play chess or discuss life in its various aspects.
	“He needs you.” Mona said in a low voice, “he’s dying.”
	Madelynn didn’t need to hear that—the dying part.  She knew that she and Alton had a rapport; he was a soldier—but not really; she was—something else.  The Goth life was something she just fell into.  She knew she was different, she didn’t fit in with the norm of society but she wasn’t sure about the Goth way of life, either.
	“He’s in a confined place, unknown to most.” Mona’s hands trembled more and more and suddenly a burst of light broke away the puffy clouds inside the crystal ball revealing a small shore line.  There was little information, though, to pinpoint exactly WHERE.
	Both Mystic Mona and Madelynn NoLastNameGiven stared and stared; the shore line faded to a grayish fog and the two thought that was it.  But then there were rocks, a cliff, and an inlet where a trickle of water meandered out to the crashing sea.  There was something of a cave on either side of the small stream.  Mona was shocked that her crystal ball was suddenly so revealing.  She regained her equanimity and became more determined.  Like pulling the fur of an animal to get to the skin to check for insects and the like, Mona “pulled” the fog shroud from within the crystal orb.
	A small narrow path led up thru the craggy volcanic rocks to reveal trailers.
	“Where is that?” Madelynn asked.
	“The Starlight trailer park.” said Mona.
	“Is that where Alton, is?”
	“No, no I don’t think so,” Mona said, “the Ball is just revealing a landmark.”
	The Ball clouded again; it was like a pivoting camera and made Madelynn sick as it sudden left the Starlight trailer park to dive back down to the sandy beach.  The focus was to the other side of the stream.

	A seriously creepy feeling crept over Madelynn.  The Ball slowly made viewing of a sandy area surrounded on three sides by steep unfriendly volcanic rock.  The creepy feeling escalated to the point of where Madelynn saw images of horror.  She couldn’t make them out but they invaded her mind—she screamed and fell back toppling over the chair very nearly toppling the Psychic’s table.
	Skeletons, Pirates, skeleton pirates; a nude woman being raped; a little boy buried to his neck in sand with other boys trying to dig him out as the water was filling the little hidden area up; a man falling down from above into the crags of the walls; another man burying a briefcase…
	A man falling?
	Mona held Madelynn’s head saying something but Madelynn couldn’t hear her—the rushing roar of the ocean was deafening.  Her eyes focused on the man blocking out the other images.  
	“MADELYNN!” said a voice—a voice not Mystic Mona’s.  “Madelynn, help me!”
	Madelynn’s eyes filled with tears and she felt helpless.  

	The wind was biting and howling thrashing madly all about; a precursor to a pending storm.  Haste was of the essence.  Clutched in her hand was a cloth sack of polished smooth stones.  Her scooter bike she let drop by the lone tree that was poised right at the crack where the ground split revealing the stream of water fifty feet below.
	To the right was the Starlight trailer park, the left—a huge mound of rocks and debris, motorcycle parts and not much else.  The weather was turning nasty, it was dark with rumbling clouds forming thick as like no one had seen before.
	It would be better to find the path in the light, but Maddy had not the time.  Clutching herself and braving the stinging wind and sand she scurried along the rocks finding the path by she sought by accident—by falling on it.
	She cut her chin and bit hard into her tongue; her hand was hurt along with the rest of her body but she pushed her self up and got a grip.  The wind buffeted her body; the temperature was dropping and the sea beyond looked most unfriendly.  For a moment she was confused as to what way to go and needed a moment to gather herself.
	The wind whipped around her spinning sending her crashing into the shoulder high rock wall then back down to the sandy covered hard rock path.  Just before she crashed to the path, the wind suddenly seemed to stop holding Madelynn in a perfectly prone position.

	“You’ll never reach your friend this way, deary.” said a familiar voice.  Madelynn then was stood up and faced in the direction she should go.  “And you don’t have much time!”

	The wind seemed to try and suck Madelynn up out of the channel she had gone into.  The walls closed in above her leaving only a small crevice.  The howl of the wind was incredible—not too mention cold.  
	“Alton!” she screamed to be heard.
	There was no answer.  Madelynn yelled again but her words were cut off by a sudden shiver that escalated throughout her young body.  She was layered in her typical leathery Goth wear but it wasn’t enough to shield her from Mother Nature’s wrath.
	Slowly she picked her way down to a small precipice.  The wind was a mother and the sand it kicked up was even worse; not too mention the howl of the wind that stirred up from the ocean.
	Down from the small ledge she could see sand but not much else.  Lightning flashed brightly and temporarily blinded Madelynn.  She shuddered as the wind blasted her in the face.  She brought her leather jacket over her head closing it at the top and clung to the ledge.  A gust of wind roared at her until she finally had had enough and yelled back at the top of her lungs “LEAVE ME ALONE!”
	Surprisingly, the wind died down just at that very moment.
	Clinging tenaciously to the ledge she peered over finding that place where the two rock walls connect.  It formed a small space and there was something there—way down at the bottom at the sand level.  The water was beginning to fill the area in dramatic fashion.  Time was running out!
	Another brilliant flash of light and Madelynn saw a glint of something.  She couldn’t make it out; she concentrated as hard as she could getting a headache for her effort.  A strange tingling sound she then heard, it was strange as it was something she could here over the outrageousness of Mother Nature surrounding her.
	A glint of metal and a sound of jingling.
	Madelynn stretched out her hand lifting up from the crag a metal chain.  The chain had a pair of metal tags.  Madelynn fought back the sand grit in her eyes NODDREN W ALTON  US ARMY  Protestant   O Neg.
	Madelynn nearly panicked but managed to maintain herself.
	“ALTON!” she screamed out, “ALTON!  Where—where are you?  I cant see you!”

	As difficult as it was, Madelynn clung to the small jutting ledge and leaned down, hooking her ankles to an rock that hopefully would hold her.  Her hands stretched out searching madly for her soldier friend.  The wind was of no help and then it began to rain.
	Undaunted, Madelynn flailed her arms about trying to reach her friend.  The wind yeowled louder with accompanying stinging rain.  Rivers of cold rain began to gush down the sides of the rock wall; Madelynn’s fingers found something that was not rock—it was round and hard, though.  Pulling it up she saw that she had found a skull.
	She screamed and lost her footing scooting down almost off of the ledge.  Twisting her body she managed to block her decent—a sharp jutting rock gouged her in the side causing sharp intense pain nearly dislodging her soul.  There was nothing to do but be pinned in an awkward manner.  The rain and wind tore into her body, into her soul.  The pain in her side began to erode her, frighten her.  She didn’t like being frightened ‘cause it frightened her to be that vulnerable.
	She began to cry.
	“Cryin’s a sign of weakness, girl!” shouted a stern voice.  “You want somethin’ the be cryin’ about--” the sentence wasn’t finished as her Father’s belt came lashing down onto her bare skin.  Madelynn cried out but the lashing continued.  Then her Father grabbed her up by her long hair lifting her up from the bedroom floor and flung her naked body across her bed.  “I’m gonna learn you something, little girl!”  Madelynn was pinned to her bed and the lashing commenced some more.
	A knock to the front door distracted her enraged Father.  He said nothing but put his belt back on and left the room shutting and locking the door.  Madelynn crawled to her closet crawling under some clothing in a corner.  
	It was an episode in her young life she would rather forget.  And for the most part she did.  It was on a rainy night she found Madame Mona—or rather, Mona found her—in an alleyway behind a dumpster.  She was no more than twelve at the time and came to live with Mona from that point on.  It wasn’t always, it was an Open Door policy, Madelynn could come and go as she pleased.  Madelynn thoroughly despised her abusive Father, he was a professor at the college in the nearby City.  He was her Father.  There was a side of him no one outside the family knew, though.

	On one dark and stormy night, Madelynn’s Father was in his den grading papers, failing everyone who didn’t begin their essay “My.”  He sat with his typical college professor attire, Cardigan sweater, pipe, days’ growth of beard, short gray hair, and a firm belief that all his students were on dope.  He never heard the door open, but he did her the unmistakable “click” sound of his snub nosed .38.
	“And what do you think you are going to do with that?” he asked in a flat mono toned voice.
	Madelynn stood on the other side of his great oak desk pointing the snub nose directly at her Father with an unwavering hand.  The rain beat hard against the window; the firelight in the fireplace flickered casting shadows on the walls; the leathery smell of hard bound books filled the air mixing with the strong scent from her Father’s pipe smoke.
	“Put the weapon down, Madelynn.”
	“No.” said his daughter.
	On the walls were shields, family crests; crossed swords, masks and other adornments from her Father’s worldly travels as a writer and journalist.  Stacks of volumes of books piled loosely or in ornate cases to contain them engulfed the room; Victorian chairs and sofas, rugs, and vases completed the quintessential adornment for a college professor’s den.
	“Put the weapon down,” said her Father more sternly, “and go to your room.”
	“No.”
	“Put the weapon down, go to your room, take off your clothes.”
	“No.”
	“Put the weapon down, (he’s nothing if not persistent) go to your room, take off your clothes, lay on your bed and wait for me to punish you.”
	“No.”
	Madelynn’s Father narrowed his eyes putting down his grading pen.
	“Be a good girl, Madelynn, I’ll be lenient on you and only discipline you until you’ve learned to behave like a good obedient--”
	BANG!  Enough talk, Madelynn fired the thirty-eight.
	A new smell filled the room—mixing with the pipe smoke and other assorted smells there was now a slight odor of sulfur.  Madelynn’s Father was stunned and looked down to see a small round hole in his flannel red shirt.  A small trickle of blood began to drip out.  A most curious look befell the man, he blinked his eyes and looked up to his only child.
	“Just like your Mother,” he said on quivering lips, “quick to judge and not follow my commands--”
	BANG!

	The rain was cold with the wind adding to her distress.  The biting cold was beginning to chill her to the bone—literally.  She wanted to sleep.  Sleep would be preferable to cold.  Suddenly, though, she got the whiff of jasmine (incense) and orange/cinnamon (tea.)
	“You’ll catch your death of cold, deary!”
	The incense and hot tea was boost to Madelynn; regaining her strength she hooked her foot and leaned WAAAAY down grabbing a holt of something other than a skull.  It took a minute to determine what it was—the texture, size, all were somewhat elusive.  Then, her cold chilled fingers found a string, the string led to a lot of strings.  It was a shoe.  The shoe had an ankle in it.
	Holding her breath and wriggling, Madelynn stretched the full length of her body to “get a grip” of the leg.  She tried muttering Alton’s name but was unable.  It was a struggle but somehow she managed to get to Alton’s waist and grab his belt.
	There was no movement—or sign of life—from the thoroughly drenched upside Alton Noddren.  Madelynn wriggled him using her grip on his belt trying to jerk him about—she finally managed to actually move him.  Pulling him up to her ledge would be the next trick; and a neat one, too, if she could pull it off.
	“Mona!” cried out Madelynn, “I cant lift him!”  and she couldn’t, Alton was a man, Madelynn was a girl, a teen girl.  And Alton, too, was kinda wedged in where he had fallen.
	“The Stones, deary, use the stones!”
	Red Stone—Red Bull at Dawn
	Blue Stone—Blue Bird of Spring
	Yellow Stone—Sunshine of Warmth
	Green Stone—River of Tomorrow
	Black, Pearl, Tiger Eye, Purple, Turquoise all gave mystical powers of transformation.  A Fox, a Mouse, a Fish, an Eagle, and so on.  One time use.  The Possessor merely had to consume the small flat polished stone and the properties of that stone would come to be.
	From within the confines of her clothing Madelynn fumbled for the small leathery bag.  Madame Mona had been so good to her, that dark dreary night when she came to her private door that was her home behind her business—the snub nose thirty-eight still clutched in her hand.  
	After emptying the shells flushing them down the toilet, Mona buried the weapon in the small backyard.  Madelynn became a permanent fixture at Mona’s; the odd girl had other “homes” she went to but always came back to Mona.

	Swallowing one of the stones she felt a strange warming glow from within her entire body.  Another stone did away with the pain that was inflicted upon her.  Another stone gave her clarity while another gave her strength.  There wasn’t much time, “the stones are only temporary.” Like everything else in the world—temporary.
	With new found strength, no pain, and warm, Madelynn stretched her hand out once more and got a gooder grip on her wayward soldier and lifted him up to her.  He looked a little fucked up with his skin color that of a zombie.  His eyes were cold and listless and the head wound on the side of his head wasn’t too good.
	“What do I do now, Mona?” Madelynn asked.
	There were, unfortunately, no “Stones” for Alton to swallow that would give him, return to him what was lost.
	“NOOOOOO!” screamed Madelynn.  “Please!  You have to do something!” she clung to Alton as the rains pelted her and the bite of the wind began to sting.
	“I have no Life Stone to give you, child,” Mystic Mona said, “but I know who does.”

Chief Three-toes
	Far from the maddening crowd that was society and civilization there were some who sought a different life—but not so much unlike their ancestors way of life.  It was a harsh life; no form of electronical communication; no radio or television, no computer, no handheld video games.  No pickup trucks, no cars, not even a bike!  
	Only a few braved the harsh existence—they were waiting.
	Waiting for what?
	That was yet to be seen.
	Oh.
	Nestled up against the Soccoro Mountains was the forgotten reservation tribe of the Ogambi.  They were desert dwellers who numbered less than a hundred.  They were non-violent and also lived in the mountains, too.  The tribe’s leaders were a single chief and a shaman.
	Very little of the storm made it into the remote area of the Ogambi, Chief Three-toes sat in his hut taking his afternoon snort from both his special jug and pipe when Running Little dashed into his presence saying,
	“Something’s coming!”
	Chief Three-toes stood outside his hut scanning the low desert that sloped before him.  Although the storm from sea had not reached them, something from the sea was coming—and in a hurry!

	Nose-too-Big and Five Fingers came to stand beside their Father.
	“What is it, Father?” asked Nose-too-Big.
	“I do not know until it is here.” replied the Chief.
	“It is coming fastly.” spoke Five Fingers.
	“Yes, I see that.” said his Father.
	“Should I go get Barks When He Sneezes?”
	“Why, are you sick?” asked Nose-too-Big’s Father.
	The young man remained quiet thereafter watching as the approaching dust storm drew nearer.

	“It is a buffalo!” exclaimed Five Fingers.
	“Yes, I see that.” said the Chief.  A great beastly bison thundered up the desert-scape.  Its huge bulk was terrifying and immense; it came sloughing spectacularly up to the open encampment of the Ogambi snorting fire and reeking of odors unknown.
	Shaking its huge mane the creature deposited a man.  The creature then stepped back, shook its massive mane again but the shake continued creating a small dust storm.  The great buffalo shook from its head to its tail.  When the dust settled, the buffalo was gone and a teenage girl lay flat out on the burning sand.

	“I do not have the Life Stone you seek, that was lost a long time ago.”
	Madelynn sensed a “but”, so instead of sinking in helplessness and hope lost for her soldier, she waited.  Inside the hut of Chief Three-toes Madelynn sat with legs tucked under her.  She was a little haggard for her adventure, the transformation of being human, then a great mystical bison, and then human again took a little getting used to.  It left her a little drained and with a slight headache.
	She was offered a small meager meal and desert tea.  Madelynn was thirsty and hungry but her concern was more for Alton than of herself.  The Chief understood her concerns and appreciated her selflessness.
	Barks When He Sneezes was on his way, he was a Shaman and in lieu of a Life Stone, there was another way to bring Alton back from the brink of death.  He was not dead, but close counts.

	On a flat rock the Ogambi called “aki” meaning Life Rock, Alton’s body laid out for the Spirits to try and come take him.  If they failed, as it was hoped, then his life would be spared and returned to him.  There was a penalty, of course.  There always is.

	“What will happen to him?” Madelynn asked.
	“Of his life, there will be fewer sunsets to enjoy it.”
	Fewer?  “You mean, you mean he will not see as many sunsets as before?”
	Something like that.  On average, the aki rock absorbed some 20 years of life—thusly, Alton’s life would be shortened by 20 years.  But, he would at least enjoy 40 to 50 years of sunsets and that was ok, wasn’t it?