August Moone
Book 9
Chapter 10
And the Saga Continues
Continuing with the Saga

A continuation continuing 
	Hanna had a twelve year old’s body.  Soft supple titties that were small-small apples.  Dimples, a “cowgirl” persona, and some fuzz to her young muff.  Like Julie, Hanna had seen horses and doggies fucking; she had her own horse and knew way more than many other girls her age.  She had not, however, seen people fucking and did not really have an idea about that sort of thing.
	Mario and Carlos were tasked into undressing Hanna.
	The Shrew had taken as many as two hours after thoroughly sodomizing Lacey.  She wasn’t the same and neither was he.  Carlos had nothing to draw on to compare but—he liked the fuck session with Lacey.  He liked a lot!
	Rubbing his dick all over Julie and Kathy’s pussy was da bomb.  The Shrew thoroughly enjoyed doing so, and with Angela, too.  Slapping his cock to their poons put thrills in him like nothing else could.  Fucking Lacey was an exceptional thrill.  Then there was Hanna.  Hanna Bofanna.  She was nearly twelve; her face, her small breasts, fantastic ass—and a virgin all equaled an out of this world experience.
	She was deemed to be the dessert.
	There was still joys and thrills with the others.  Spanking was just a small part of the happening.  With each, Shrew wanted to bring into his soul; he wanted the experience with each member of his collection to be a lasting one.  Dragging his cock up and down Angela’s pussy just delighted him to know end.  With the girl on the bench seat, legs spread wide, he glided his aching/smoldering cock up and down—up and down—UP and DOWN.  So as not to hurt her (too much) he had Steven fuck the girl firstly.  Then Adam, followed by Mario and then Carlos.  By then his cock invasion would not be so bad.
	Spanking pussy was a particular delight to The Shrew.  A peculiarity that was—peculiar.  Slapping his cock, spanking it, to a young girl’s puffy cunt was indescribable.  Was it the sound?  The sheer unadulterated feeling of skin to skin?  He enjoyed spanking, too—whether it be a boy ass or a girl ass so long as he was spanking and the Subject was young.
	Ah, nothing like a pervert with goals.

	Julie’s pussy was good, as were all the girls.  All the girls had a pussy, a delightful bald (or nearly bald) cunt that was “puffy” and basically untouched.  A pussy was a pussy was a pussy that was generally the same from one girl to the next.  But it was the face that the pussy was attached to, the ass, the body shape, the sheer innocence that increased the delight.
	Smearing his spunk on the girl’s pussy further escalated the delight.  Stuffing his prick into the girl’s virgin or near virgin quim increased the pleasure.  No handjob, no bed humping, no grinding against anything compared to the delight of grinding his cock against young girl pussy.
	Kathy’s pussy somehow thrilled him a little more than Angela and Julie.  Why he didn’t know.  He just found gouging the girl’s cunt thrilling; seeing his spunk completely coat her bald poon shot his thrill thrillingly.  More thrills came when molesting Gia.  Watching the girl stand in the nude and PEE delighted him, laying her across his lap and smacking her ass—more delight.  Watching Steven lick the girl’s ass crack and then her hole THEN fuck said hole—no words were known that expressed The Shrew’s feelings.
	There were no words to describe his feelings about Hanna.  He had hugged Gia and gotten an incredible swelling within himself—other than his cock.  His tongue had danced all about the inside of her mouth.  He very nearly made her a part of himself!  Smacking her ass, banging his cock against her pussy, pure joy.
	But Hanna—Hanna Bofanna.  That glowing face, her one twisted braided hair going across the top of her puddin’ head, those eyes, that smile, that naked body—no words could describe whatsoever his feelings.
	Of course, there was Lacey, too.
	He hadn’t changed her to his way of living but—her cunny would never be the same.  She remained in a bit of a funk not really watching (or caring) what the naked man with a beard did.  With Hanna, the naked man took first dibs himself.  He took his time but there was urgency.  There was discomfort—to both parties involved, but determination was there, too.
	Hanna squirmed, squenched up her face, griped his arms, bulged her eyes, and quickened her breath as she was violated.  It wasn’t love—the word mysteriously missing from the naked man’s descriptive dictionary—but it was something close.  No, not lust, either—but that might have been a closer description.
	After fucking Hanna, though, the love-lust or whatever it was dimmed somewhat.  It was a conquest—a conquest fulfilled.  He did position her up against the bench seat and spank her but not too hard.  After boys Steven, Adam, Mario, AND Carlos all licked her ass hole—the naked man with a beard entered her therein.
	Good times—good times.
In conclusion
	You ever get that foreboding feeling?  You know something is pending that isn’t good?  The Shrew felt that uneasy feeling sweeping over him—just after creaming all over Hanna’s very enjoyable pussy.  After a bit of clean-up, Steven was put to fucking Hanna.  Little Gia was lain across The Shrew’s to be spanked again.  Not hard, but enough to jiggle the flesh and turn it from a lily white to a nice shade of red.
	The girl was then stood up and hugged, deeply-passionately kissed, caressed, smacked on the ass again, then sat on his lap (with his seriously hard penis jammed up into her asshole) and the likes of Adam put to fucking the girl.  Steven had completed his task with Hanna and was off to the side—resting.  Mario was put to screwing Julie while Kathy lay on top of Carlos having sex with him.
	After Adam had cum in Gia’s cunt—and Shrew did as well, the boy was taught the fine art of pussy smacking.  His cock was already smoldering but he banged his dick against the girl’s cum soaked cunt.  The boy was smiling the whole time.  The whole time!
	Adam was drawn into between the man’s legs; he was held, hugged, spanked, and then kissed just as deeply as Gia had been.  Afterward he pulled Kathy between his legs.  As much as he was smitten with Hanna for some reason, he was equally thrilled with Kathy.  So innocent!  Those bright eyes, her naiveness, soft white body.  He fingered her pussy, squeezed her cheeks, smacked her cheeks (but not hard) then spent one-two-three minutes driving his tongue into her mouth before driving his cock into her pussy.
	Broken in by the boys, Shrew had little difficulty getting his manhood into the ten year old.  Despite the boys’ efforts, though, entering the girl’s cunt was still a significant go.  But go he did—but did not cum.

What happens in the woods—
	A little break, some sleep, some drinks from the ice chest, and The Shrew needed to walk and stretch his legs.  He hadn’t gone twenty-five yards from where he thought he was alone when he came upon some activity.  A blue pickup with some marking indicating that it was a company truck for an oilfield company.  Custom wheels, tinted windows, all indicated a personal use truck.  In the front seat was a daddy figure and a little girl of blond hair about ten years young.  The “daddy” figure had graying temples, a rugged very well tan face, and a serious look about him.  His daughter had honey blond hair, bright brilliant blue eyes, a small body, some beginning mounds, perfect white teeth, and apparently not embarrassed about giving her Daddy a handjob.
	A handjob!

	The little girl, Kari, wore a bright yellow dress, a typical dress that was mid-thigh length and suitable to wear alone or with pants.  Those “pants” were crumbled up on the passenger side floorboard.  The girl’s right hand was “working” her Dad’s cock he had just out of his pants.  He kept looking around to ensure that he/they were alone.
	For the most part they were.
	Kari worked the cock in hand—worked the cock in hand—worked the cock in her hand until such a time as Daddy Paul James threw his head back clenching his 40 something year old body as his young child was bringing him off.  Something was said (by Paul James); the little girl grinned and “went down” on her Daddy’s dick.  She did!  No hesitation whatsoever.  She just grinned and “went down” taking the head of his cock firstly, lolling her tongue about the super sensitive crown, diddling the piss slit that was already jutting cum.  Then she engulfed the whole thang; slowly she worked the cock into her mouth like she was a snake swallowing dinner.
	As she lay sucking his cock, Paul James leaned her way one hand raising her thin summery dress while the other supported himself then lightly patted her darling little ass covered in matching yellow panties.
	Soon and Paul James was laying down in the seat his back against the seat in a sort of 69 position with his young daughter.  While she sucked, Kari worked her own panties down some then her dear Daddy worked them on off.
	Suck-suck-suck; lick-lick-lick!
	Kari sucked her Daddy’s dick; Daddy licked his daughter’s cunt.
	After so much sucking—the girl didn’t seem to mind the massive explosion as a result.  Possibly she was used to it.  Possibly.  A massive glob of cum spurted from the man’s cock—right into the little girl’s mouth!  She giggled, made a bit of a face, then worked the cock getting even more goo to come.
	Meanwhile, Daddy Paul James licked tenaciously his young child’s cunt, driving his tongue into her smooth/hairless snatch, clutching her wondrous firm child ass flesh, and reeling in the event that was orgasmic.

	Not far away and this was going on—
	A grandpa type figure was being overly “grandpa” and communing with nature with his granddaughters.  In a old in-need-of-paint VW Bus the girls were naked—as was their 60-something grandpa.  The girls, Brittany and Samantha didn’t seem distressed so they were either willing, naïve, or possibly touched by an electronic means.

	In either case, Brittany, twelve years young, was getting poked as she was on her hands and knees; naughty naked grandpa behind her schlepping his salami to her pussy.  The old man’s hands went up and down her sides, smacked her butt, and stuffed her young supposed to be virgin ALL THE WHILE playing with the butt (and pussy) of the other granddaughter, ten year old Samantha!
	What a guy!
	Samantha lay naked spread out on a mass of blankets; she wriggled and wiggled all over while her naughty-naughty-oh-so-naughty grandpa fingered her pussy and when she rolled over he smacked her butt!
	Then,
	Down by a creek there was an old picnic table and rock fireplace with rusted iron grate.  An old truck with full camper was nearby; a creek babbled filling the air with its babble (what else?); some birds twittered in the old oaks that surrounded the remote campsite; and on the picnic table along with the lantern, ice chests, soda cans, bags of chips, and a naked eleven year old girl getting boinked by HER grandpa!
	What is it with grandpas!
	Anyways, the old man in his upper sixties had his shirt on but his overalls were down at his ankles—along with his tidy whiteys.  His aged cock was slamming nicely into his granddaughter’s pussy; her legs were up along his chest, awkwardly as one leg kind of dangled off into space with a pair of yellow panties hooked on the ankle.
	After the grandpa had gotten his old ball rocks off; he pulled out, smacked (spanked) his granddaughter’s pussy, gouged her gash, then turned her over and spanked her butt (with his cock!)  The Shrew was pleased.  All over the delicate butt the old man smacked his cock—it wasn’t hard, nor were the spanks!  He did then, though, smack the girl’s lily white ass with his hands turning the white cheeks a brilliant shade of red.  Then, the girl parted her cheeks and the old man’s cock went deftly into the girl’s backdoor.

	What’s more—
	A little walk further down the creek and The Shrew was privy to this:
	A small gathering of girls, about thirteen years old, stood watching as a big girl sat smothering the face of a naked teenage boy about fourteen.  Something odd was going on here.  Just what was a matter of mind picking.
	Turns out, the boy being smothered was a boy of opportunity; er, that is to say he was an opportunist.  A blackmailer if you will.  Like Shrew, he was a spy and that came in handy when he spied on Kristy in the woods beyond a park with seven year old Mark Scholeship.  Kristy was completely naked—so was Mark.

	Mark was “gettin’ some.”
	Kristy was helping him “get some.”
	The boy was a cutey; dark hair, naïve, fresh boyish face, and butt naked.
	The girl was cute, herself; she was a tomboy, long light brown hair, nice-nice titties for a girl her age, nice-nice body, not overly “pretty”, not serious, but butt bare assed naked and she was cute enough.  And she was seriously into getting “into” by little Mark.  The little boy was a cutey, grinning, and naked.  His little penis was a little thing; stiff and hard, too.
	After Kristy apparently got off she hugged the boy, ran her fingers thru his hair, more hugging, ass grabbing, and playing with his dick, they dressed and went on about their way.
	Then there was Stacie Birdinhand.  She, too, was a mere thirteen, very-very pretty; long silky blond hair, “model” material—and she was, too; posing in teenage magazines as well as some local television commercials.  But she wasn’t a snob or bitch about it; she loved children.  And how!
	Maryanne Ceeagain was another thirteen year old who enjoyed the company of her young charges.  She was demure; soft light brown hair, soft features all over and wore dresses more often than jeans.
	Dawn Wattfire, Claudia Bigflop, a pair of twelve year old girls, Cherry and Mallory—all babysitters, all knowing one another, all engaging sexually with those they were in charge of watching over.
	And a one Brett Logjamon knew it all; saw it all; recorded it all on his cell phone.  Then, he confronted firstly Kristy.  She was not amused; it was like as if she had been punched in the stomach when she saw on the cell phone her romp in the woods with young Mark.  She firstly tried to grab the cell phone but Brett smiled informing her he had transferred the cell phone info to his computer, a “secret file.”
	“What do you want?” Kristy asked.
	That should have been obvious.  Although Kristy had a good family, her step-father a downtown businessman AND on the city council board; her Mom a private hospital administrator—they had money.  Kristy did not.  It wasn’t money Brett was after anyways.
	Brett Logjamon was a handsome guy; blond hair, blue eyes, soccer enthusiast, looked great in shorts, and more than once was the object of Kristy’s dreams—more than once while having sex with young Mark she thought of getting boinked by him.  But that was by means other than what was proposed.
	“Let me replace Marky.” Brett said calmly.
	All color left Kristy’s face.  As a tomboy, she had her long silky hair tied back in a long-long ponytail.  She was a pretty girl, a little stern looking at times but that was usually while staring down an opposing batter.
	The confrontation was at school; the happenstance regarding Brett replacing Mark took place at Brett’s home.  His parents weren’t home and wouldn’t be for some time.  Kristy eyed the computer on the desk but then—then she was undressing herself.
	There was some confusion on her part but she went thru the process of getting naked—then laying out on Brett’s bed.  Brett was naked and she found him to be more than handsome.  Confusion waned and Brett had his way.

	The same was for Maryanne.  With Maryanne, Brett nailed her in her own home in her own room.  With Maryanne there was spanking involved, backdoor banditry, and a shower afterwards!
	Stacie Birdinhand found herself on her knees sucking Brett’s cock.
	Dawn Wattfire got spanked; laying across Brett’s lap in his room, pants and panties at her knees, the fourteen year old soccer star walloped her ass but good!  Then he fucked it.
	Most times he wore protection—most times.  When humping Claudia Bigflop’s face—no condom in use there.  He had buggered her, spanked her, showered with her, and while drying off in his bathroom laid his ever so hard cock against her pretty Chinese-American face and fucked it.
	This wondrous guy sunk to new heights with having his way with Kristy’s six year old step-sister, Karen.  This was done at their house; Kristy was there, along with Marryanne, Dawn, and Stacie.  Kristy’s Mom was there but left on an errand taking Kristy, Maryanne, Stacie, and Dawn.  Trustworthy teen hunk Brett was left in charge of little Karen.
	They made cookies, a mess, and then—
	While cleaning off flour from the little girl’s face the handsome soccer star overwhelmed her young mind just like he had done with her sister and her friends.  Yeah, Brett Logjamon had himself an Electronic Mind Altering Device.
	The Device, however, was low key; it was big, cumbersome, no frills, little thrills.  It was a long unit much like a remote control; a little thick, got warm after ten minutes and hot after fifteen minutes of use.  So when the Device was “in-use” it was for short periods of time—just enough to zap/overwhelm the Subject’s mind.  With that done, the mind was “stunned” into submission and blank, mindless; this allowed the User (Brett) to “have his way” with the Subject.  Then, when done, and the Subject cleaned up, etc. the Subject’s mind was returned to normal status and the only other feature of the low key EMAD was “short term memory erasure.”
	So, with that, after assuring himself that the little girl was mindless, the next thing Brett the Wonder boy did was undo the girl’s kiddie jeans and tug them down.  She was SIX YEARS YOUNG!
	Pretty white panties the girl wore; Brett tugged them down, hugged her, copped a feel, then laid her out on her bed in her room.  Then he stripped her clothes completely off, opened her legs, and enjoyed eyeing the girl’s nakedness.  After which he tongued out what he had eyed, fingered; then gouged her sex with his super hard cock before coating it with his ejaculate.
	What a guy!
	There was some spanking but he didn’t spank her hard for fear of “waking” her up.  He continued to molest her to his pleasure; including humping his cock against her ass then spewing his spew to her pert extremely virginal asshole.  More fingering followed, more cock to pussy humping, then—then this wonderful guy who sang in his church’s choir put his foul schlong right up against the little girl’s face and humped until he came again soiling her beautiful blond hair.
	Some days later and while visiting the house of a friend who was a girl he did like same to the friend, the friend’s little sister who was eight years young AND—AND the friend’s mother!  It was a tri-fecta of debauchery plus a whole lot more.  The little girl of eight was a cutey; flat face, bright eyes, light honey brown hair, very friendly, very flat.  And she liked Brett.	
	And when the conditions were optimal, Brett “What a guy!” Logjamon, mind zapped the little girl, her sister, and mother.  All in the family kitchen, too!  Little Meagan had been like a shadow to Brett, and he didn’t mind one little bit, either.  Once her mind had been walloped he knelt down on the terracotta tile floor and gave the girl a nice-nice overly friendly hug.
	The girl’s sister and mother were just off to one side of the country style breakfast table.  Their minds were walloped, too.  Good thing, cause hell of a nice guy Brett undone eight year old Meagan’s pants and tugged them down!  He did eye his friend, Dawn—and her mother, and the naughty-oh-so naughty wheels in his mind turned and turned thinking of what he was going to do with them.  But first!
	Meagan had on a pair of nice snug fitting blue panties—with little sheepies all over them.  Brett caressed the girl’s butt, squeezed the cheeks, patted the cheeks, then turned her around to love on those cheeks.  His cock was hard enough to hunt with; all over the very white-white cheeks he rubbed his cock with specific attention to her crack and hole.
	Not much more was done; her pants and panties at her ankles she was set on the table and licked out.  There was just something about a little girl—Karen had been a real treat; blond hair, blue eyes, six years old.  Meagan had unique looks about her; that flat face, the incredible smile.  The boy knew that girls her age, even Karen’s age, were getting raped and sodomized.  Brett didn’t want to go that route; in the mouth was one thing, but screwing a single digit age girl?  No.

	But in lieu of screw, lick!
	And hump.
	And spank!
	There was pleasure in rubbing his cock against a young girl’s cunt, spanking her pussy, gouging her slit and hole.  There, too, was pleasure in humping their faces, getting off in their mouths, hugging them, fingering their little poons, and the list goes on.
	With Dawn, she was thirteen and fuckable.  Brett had already fucked her-this after discovering her having a tryst with not one, not two, but three boys.  All age seven—all brothers.  She was seen secretly toying with the boys’ puddlings, sucking their puddlings (and hairless nuggets) and bathing with them, too!
	Dawn had a nice-nice body; every girl did.  There were just subtle differences with Dawn compared to Stacie, Maryanne, Claudia, and Kristy.  Dawn was taller than the other girls; nicer sized titties, too.  She was the calmer of the group; spoke softly like Maryanne and had a cooler head when things went wrong.
	For thirteen years young she looked fourteen at least.  Brett took his time; enthused by the near naked Meagan on the table, the boy dangerously stripped off his clothes and “got busy.”  At any time the other girls mentioned could come waltzing in.  But sexual depravity overwhelmed the Christian teen and off came Dawn’s clothes, too.
	He took his time with her, taking in every nuance of the girl’s nakedness.
	Meagan, though “asleep” peed.
	Just as Brett had Dawn’s pants and white panties down he heard this “sound” and turned his head from Dawn’s pussy to see a stream of pee issuing from Meagan’s pussy.  He was amused—but had a mess to clean up.  While doing so, while wiping Meagan’s pussy he got extremely hard and extremely turned on.  After licking out the girl’s cunt he gouged-gouged-gouged her pussy forcing the head of his cock into her slit.
	It couldn’t be helped.  There was no stopping, no pulling back.  He gouged and gouged and gouged; finally penetrating.  The pussy blockade was broken and Brett “Christian” Logjamon was IN eight year old Meagan Wattfire.  What consequences what develop after?  Would she know she had been violated?  Any chance of pregnancy?  How sore would her pussy be?
	At the moment of penetrating the girl’s young pussy—Brett didn’t care.
	Typical.
	All that mattered was the fucking—the fucking.
	Not full penetration; Meagan was far too young for Brett’s 6 inch cock.  The head and a couple of inches; then he pumped slowly until he couldn’t hold back any longer than just went for it and pumped doggedly until a mass of ejaculate there was—and was—and was.
	Not even for a moment did the boy feel bad.
	He cleaned the girl’s cunt, massaged it, kissed it, then went back to her sister.  Doing Meagan was “just another notch”.  Dawn was older, easier to deal with; easier to hold, hug, and fuck.  He got her completely naked and on the breakfast table right alongside her sister he enjoyed her—licking out her furry teenage pussy, examining it closely, loving it, then stuffing it for an incredible table scooting four minute fuck.
	He thought he would pass out.
	He loved on those bodacious teenage titties, too.
	The girl was very pretty; such golden brown hair, those eyes, everything thing about her.  She kept herself up nice, she smelled like oranges!  He had a girlfriend, his age, and suddenly realized he hadn’t had his way with her!  She had a younger sister and Brett had wayward thoughts about doing her—but had yet thought once about doing the girlfriend!  Amazing!
	All over Dawn’s body did Brett’s hands go; all over her titties, ass, sides, and especially her fuckable fucked cunt.  He suckled her titties then drove his aching smoldering cock ALL THE WAY into the girl’s quim where he did hump a good hump for well into four minutes before finally blasting a nice-nice load of spunk.
	He shuddered all over.
	He melted.
	To himself he giggled thinking and knowing that most of his friends, his guy friends, were getting far-far less than they were boasting.  But time was getting away from him, Dawn’s friends, Kristy, Maryanne, etc. were close-close friends who didn’t seem to let too much time go by before they gaggled together.
	With energy levels nearly depleted he drank a full beer from the fridge, lit up a joint, and fingered-fingered-fingered Meagan’s young cunt.  Then, Dawn’s mom, Nancy.
	Nancy was a woman—a real woman.  Brett hadn’t “done” a real woman, or a “woman”.  She had bigger parts, resembled her daughter “slightly”, and had been around the block a time or two.  But time—time was an issue.  On the breakfast table was Meagan and Dawn—butt bare assed completely naked with “evidence” of being fucked laden on their poons.
	Nancy wore a beige blazer, an off-white blouse, and then the bra.
	Beige slacks, beige panties.
	Lots and lots of super soft/silky dark brown hair.
	38C titties.
	Like her daughter, she was taller than most women in her age group at six foot one inch.  Good portion size all over, waist, hips, ass; she was an hourglass and Brett vowed to fuck her.
	It was decided to wait, though.  The pesky friends of Dawn’s were imminent.  He cleaned off Dawn and Meagan, then himself, aired out the funky kitchen, then dashed to the front door and saw no one coming.  He dashed out to the front sidewalk and “saw no one coming.”  The only one coming was Brett himself.
	Back in the kitchen he risked it by taking Nancy’s blazer and blouse off, then her bra.  It was a big risk.  If just one more person arrived he would be ok to zap their mind—but more than that and it was iffy about how good the low key EMAD could handle.
	Down came Nancy’s beige slacks—while on his knees he eyed the woman’s crotch.  His breath heightened and desire increased overwhelmingly.  Kristy’s pussy had been great.  Cumming in Maryanne—doubly so.  Feeling Kristy’s body, sucking her titties, driving his dick into her cunt recalling the naked little boy who had done same sent him beyond the stars of pleasure.  Fucking the demure Maryanne had been in a category itself.  With Maryanne he took his time; he spanked her, drove himself up her ass and lounged nakedly with her.
	Stacie had been a particular joy; the ecstasy with that teenage girl had been a bliss he had never known.  Gouging his way about her pussy, driving himself into her recess gave him everlasting thrills.  Spanking her also thrilled him but with her mind numbed to the goings on associated with being spanked there was a little let down.
	Having his way with Karen—in that there was a little remorse.  She was too young he knew—but how young was too young?  There were other girls, cute as could be girls that Brett knew.  Younger than Karen.   He didn’t think he could actually “fuck” those younger than Karen girls; at least, he didn’t think he could.  However, the more he thought he couldn’t—the more he wanted to know for sure.  As he put his tool to Nancy laying on the kitchen floor he thought of Becky Sawfrog—she was a very-very cute little girl all of four years young.  She most always was in a dress of some type.  She most always was doing cartwheels, tumbling, revealing herself.
	Brett wanted to see her naked.  He fantasized about seeing the girl undressed, laying out on her bed, legs spread.  The illicit fantasy continued with Brett laying there naked alongside her, fingering her smooth-smooth pussy; then, fingering her smooth-smooth pussy not with finger but with cock.
	He sighed.
	He sighed deeply.
	And came in Nancy Wattfire’s pussy.

All good cums end
	And so it came to pass—Kristy, Maryanne, Stacie, Dawn, and Claudia came together to realize they had a common foe.  He was cute, handsome, athletic, and undeniably a good fuck.  But, the manner of which he had gotten his way with them was distressing.  (note:  Dawn was not aware of Brett’s having his way with her sister OR mother.)  good thing.
	The girls usually shared everything; sharing Brett was a bit much.
	It was sometime to come before the girls finally shared about Brett and his blackmailing them; it came about when Dawn saw Kristy with Mark—doing the naughty.  Kristy couldn’t believe she had been caught again.
	Dawn also had sex with young Mark.
	Kristy had same with Dawn’s young charges—two separate boys seven and nine.  The girls didn’t share about Brett until sometime later.  Each girl “observed” the other being involved with their charge before discovering how Brett was involved in their escapades.
	To say the least—the girls were livid.
	Confronting the hunky teen was of no use—he had evidence on his cell phone/computer to put their pissed offedness at bay.  He had it over on them; and they didn’t have thing one to say about it.
	Until Bertha entered their lives.
	Bertha was a new student.
	Bertha weighed seventeen stones!  (that’s 250lbs!)
	The weight would been fine if she were of some height or another, but she was fourteen and barely five foot seven inches tall!  67 inches or 170 centimeters!  A big girl—reddish blonde, BIG titties—large cantaloupes, big all over.  She also had a big heart and a sweet personality.  But about that personality, she also had a mean streak.  She got in good with Kristy and the gang and months later learned of their despise of a one Brett Logjamon.
	“Maybe he needs to be taught a lesson.” Bertha mentioned.
	“He does.” The girls all chimed in.
	“Anything goes?” Bertha quipped back.
	“Anything.”
	Brett’s future looks bleak at this point.

Is your butt snoring or is that your cell phone?
	As per planned, Kristy, Maryanne, and the others all conspired to give Brett “Blackmailer” a thrill of his life.  A gangbang.  The girls got some beer, some joints, and backpacked (with Brett) into the nearby wilderness.  Once there they drank, smoked, and got naked.  Willingly, Kristy sucked Brett’s dick.  So did Maryanne, Dawn, Stacie, and Claudia.
	At this time, Brett had fooled around with associates of the five girls, Cherry and Mallory.  They were twelve and gave him very good thrills.  Their young bodies were delicious and much better than the likes of Karen and Meagan.  With Cherry, who was black by the way but Brett wasn’t prejudice, he managed to very well overwhelm her young mind and spank her ass beet red.  Then he fucked it.
	With Mallory, a lily white girl, he enjoyed her multiple times.  That pussy was dynamite!  Her sweet face, reddish brown hair, dimples, virtually hairless pussy, very naïve, and a dream whilst naked.  Brett enjoyed her so much that she ultimately came up pregnant.
	So was Dawn’s mom.
	And Kristy’s mom.
	And Stacie, herself.
	After the girls had all drained Brett’s schlong, sucked his balls, they drank and smoked some more.  It was summer type time, no school, and they were far-far away from prying eyes.  Stacie passed out; so did Maryanne.  Brett managed to hold off and had his way with Stacie and Maryanne.  Kristy knew full well that Brett was probably more than likely responsible for Stacie’s being pregnant—she just recently discovered that she was and it was unlikely that the little boys she was having sex with could get her that way.  Kristy knew that Dawn’s mom was pregnant but didn’t connect Brett with that happenstance.
	Kristy seethed as she watched the teen hunk fuck the unconscious Stacie and then butt fuck Maryanne.  Finally, though, when the boy had drank his 6th beer and had his third joint—he passed out himself.  When he awoke—things were not quite what he expected.  No, not at all.
	When Brett Logjamon, fourteen, Christian boy, soccer star, honor student, dean’s list, helps disabled kids at their school, awoke in the woods that were wild and miles from civilization—not only was he naked but tied out spread eagle-like.  He fussed some than blearly looked around to see Claudia, Dawn, Stacie, Maryanne, and Kristy surrounding him.  They were all still naked; they were quiet and watching him.  Brett didn’t like being restrained so and tried to wiggle but found himself very well tied up—Kristy being a girl scout and Stacie’s dad a truck driver, Maryanne’s older brother a senior scout, knew a thing or two about ropes and knots and how to tie/bind someone up.
	Then the girls parted and there she was—Bertha Mantree.	  Brett, of course, knew of Bertha, everyone in Stonesthrow knew Bertha.  She was the size of a boulder!  She lumbered into the small-small clearing, sniffed the air, farted, then began peeling off her clothes.
	Brett’s eyes widened.  “What the fuck!?” he yelled.
	Bertha gave no expression whatsoever—nor did the girls.

	When Big Bertha lowered her panties—Brett’s eyes widened.
	When Big Bertha had come thromping into the campsite—Brett’s eyes had widened.  Concluding what was pending took a little time—until the big girl was nude.  Those titties was massive!  She didn’t have “fat” rolls or flab, she was just a big-big girl.
	When Big Bertha came slowly to where Brett was laying restrained—Brett’s heart stopped and he muttered “Oh shit.”  He knew then (sorta/kinda) what was going to happen.  He very nearly wrench all the skin off of his wrists and ankles and the big-big girl settled down on his cock.  She grinded her pussy on it, grabbed his balls and brought the hapless boy to a new level of ah.
	But he didn’t have a hard-on.  There was no sexual attraction to the big-big girl.  His fright and horror of the big girl seriously downplayed his horniess.  So the girls got busy; they pawed each other, peed standing up, turned about spreading their cheeks and were spanked by the other girls.
	That did the trick.
	Bertha moved her big-big pussy all over Brett’s sex; she manipulated the inadequate dong into her gash and it disappeared!  The boy’s eyes exploded as something strange was happening to his favorite organ.  He could no longer speak; he thrashed about, arched his back, and found that his balls—yea his very balls were also encased in the big girl’s big cunt!
	Bertha never gave any indication of pleasure—or any other emotion.
	Kristy and the other girls did not feel one bit sorry for the hunky teen.
	He wiggled and wriggled, cried out, and made audible sounds no one knew existed.  Then—THEN the big-big girl, who had some Hawaiian/Samoan blood in her, moved up.  Brett began freaking out as the big girl’s big cunt inched up his smooth athletic body.
	“Oh dear God!  NOOOOOO!” he screamed.
	Bertha inched up—inched up—moved up to straddle his chest.
	Not word one was spoken.  Only the pleas of the handsome teenage boy were heard—then drowned out as the big Hawaiian girl settled finally on the boy’s face squashing his very handsome face with her pussy.  Brett wiggled and strained big as his face was crushed by poon.  What a way to go!  The girls surrounding him watched with stoic faces.
	Bertha wiggled on the boy’s face; she took an offering of a joint, slugged down some booze, then looked to the standing (naked) thirteen year old girls betrayed by the hunky naked teen she was squashing, “Part two.” she said flatly.
	What Bertha had in plan for “part two” they girls didn’t know.
	They didn’t care, either.
	Brett cared.

	Bertha turned about on Brett’s face; with a head nod, Claudia undone the boy’s legs.  Stacie and Dawn held the legs back-back-back exposing the boy’s ass—specifically his asshole.  Maryanne brought out of Bertha’s backpack something resembling a man’s cock.  It was plastic, hard plastic but kind of lifelike.  There was a tube of lube used by veterinarians who use that lube to lube up thermometers to shove into an animal’s butt.  Maryanne lubed up the lifelike cock then handed it over to Bertha who unceremoniously shoved the phallic into the teenage boy’s virgin asshole.
	Brett freaked the fuck out.
	It was of no use, of course, the big Hawaiian/Samoan girl’s weight held him firm, his hands were still bound, and the pissed off strength of Stacie and Dawn was too much for him.  Bertha cram/rammed the lifelike cock in and out of the boy’s hole repeatedly—all the while grinding her cunt into the boy’s face.
	“Please!” he finally managed to blurt, “Please stop!”
	Surprisingly, Bertha did.
	The soiled cock was returned to Bertha’s backpack.
	Out of Brett’s backpack came his cell phone.  Bertha operated the electronic calling device saying at length “It’s clear” of the incriminating evidence (although there was no mention of possible evidence on the boy’s home computer.)
	Then the big girl cram/rammed the cell phone into the boy’s asshole.
	It took a little doing—a lot of doing.
	Once the phone was in, more squashing followed by peeing.  To Brett’s continued horror, the big Hawaiian girl began peeing on his face!  Followed by a raucous fart!  Brett gagged, choked, and began to cry.  Began to cry!  The girls, Stacie and Claudia snickered at his plight.
	The insertion of the cell phone was unpleasant.  It was about to get uncomfortable as after a few minutes and the anal muscles striving to push the foreign object out and of Brett’s backpack came his mind altering device.  The Device was lubed up and also jammed/crammed into his asshole.  The object didn’t go in well and took a lot of umph to force it.  Brett was out of his mind at this stage.
	From Bertha’s pack came a tube of glue.  The super kind.  Stacie and Dawn had their work cut out for them as they held the frantic boy’s flailing legs.  Kristy and Claudia helped while Maryanne held back her disgust (at applying her fingers to Brett’s asshole as it tried desperately to “push out” the Device.)
	After a couple of intense minutes, Bertha applied the glue that was super to Brett’s shitter.  She and Maryanne helped keep the flesh close essentially keeping the objects therein in until the glue seriously dried.
	But it wasn’t quite over.

	While Brett wailed and sobbed, and his asshole was very well glued, Bertha attempted to place the boy’s fine haired balls to the puckered hole.  The asshole muscles managed, though, to push the 8-inch long remote control-like Device out—just a couple of inches despite the girls’ attempts to prevent such.  It was allowed.  Bertha had another joint, a beer, and washed Brett’s handsome face with her pee.  The girls restraining his legs got up, had beer, soda, a joint, a snack and took turns sitting on Brett’s face peeing on him also.
	None of the girls had any sympathy for the hunky teen.  He crapped out the two devices in his hole and felt very relieved.  Bertha let it be and settled onto his cock grinding away until he was hard.  The boy was out of his mind.  Stacie and Dawn stood right over him—kissing.  They pawed each other’s titties, pressed their fine young teenage bodies together, kissed, grinded themselves together, drove the handsome teen crazy before the likes of Maryanne came to poise herself above his face.
	She wasn’t there to pee on him but to be spanked by Kristy.
	The lifelike cock had been cleaned off and inserted into Maryanne’s ass.  She lowered her head and began sucking the boy’s cock.  Claudia began spanking Maryanne’s ass; Kristy worked the phallic in and out, pulling it out, cleaning it off, and shoving it into Maryanne’s pussy.
	When Brett’s cock was hard-hard-hard; the festivities of the girls ceased and Big Bertha re-settled onto the boy’s cock.  She bounced nearly breaking his pelvis until he squirted a fresh hot load five minutes later.
	It would be his last.
	Bertha resumed squashing the boy’s face, Stacie and Dawn held the boy’s legs back and with help of Claudia and Kristy the EMAD was re-inserted into the boy’s rectum.  Kristy used a stick to shove the Device further in where the anal muscles therein clenched and sort of help keep the foreign matter in.  Then,
	Bertha manipulated Brett’s ball sac shoving them into his hole, too!
	Brett’s freaking out only excited Bertha as his hot breath breathed into her gash.  Furthermore, the head of his penis was dramatically crammed into the hole, as well.  It wasn’t easy but it was done—and then glued shut.

Finally
	Finally, after such a time, Brett Logjamon was released of his bindings.	
	He lay still.  Very still.  Lifeless.
	Bertha kept her pussy right on the boy’s face squashing him until he could no longer breathe—which was the whole premise.  The girls continued their disdain and seemingly did not give one rat turd about his final plight.  In fact, after it was clear that he was lifeless they turned him over and spanked his ass bloody raw.
*

Must be something in the woody air…
	Around evening type time when it was good and dark; nosey deputy sheriff Warren Hatchbird came upon something a little odd, strange, quirky, and not quite right.  He was in the woods, same woods from the previous snipet stories, and never had he ever seen what he saw—a long sleek black limousine.  Normally there were camper trucks, 4-bys, redneck cars of this kind and that—never-ever a long sleek black limousine.
	First thought was it was a stolen vehicle stashed in the woods.
	Then he heard voices.
	Teenage voices.
	He still thought it was a stolen vehicle and worth investigating.
	What he found were two teenagers, two BLACK teenagers in the midst of “getting it on!”  There was music playing, the scent of marijuana in the air, booze, and sex.  The rear door was open, the girl’s pants and panties were at her ankles, her blouse was up revealing her very nice teenage titties.  The horny boy on top had his pants and underwear at his ankles and was right at the pivotal point of joy when Deputy Hatchbird’s big ass light shone upon his humping ass.
	“Well, now, what the ‘ell we got goin’ on ‘ere!?” typical Southern stereotypical redneck backwoods officer of the rural law.
	The boy, seventeen year old Willis Drumbeard literally flew out of the car trying to pull up his clothes in a very desperate manner—banging his shins on the door jam and his elbows on the door.  The girl, seventeen year old Janet Jacklady, was freaking out.  She fell onto the floorboard scrambling to get her clothes back in order—but Deputy Hatchbird ordered her to come out “NOW!”
	Janet scrambled out of the limo, very shaken, crying, cringing, and trying to put her clothes “back in order.”
	“Stand up!” order the six foot tall two hundred twenty pound man.
	Despite the gruff order, the two teens nervously continued to try and re-clothe themselves.
	“This your car, boy?” asked the redneck deputy.
	“Yes, sir,” answered Willis, “sort of.”
	“Sort of?”
	“Well, it’s my daddy’s.”
	“Does he know you gots it?”
	That was a little harder to explain.
	“Turn around, boy, hands behind your back.” the girl totally lost it and knelt down; she had still yet to get her pants and undies back where they belonged.
	“STAND UP!” yelled Hatchbird.
	Janet wailed and stood up clutching her off-blue but still designer jeans.
	The handcuffs came up and the redneck deputy roughly grabbed Willis’ hands cuffing them.  The boy’s pants and undies were still at his ankles; he still smarted from his injuries and sperm was dripping from his very nice a-typical black youth cock.
	Then the deputy wrenched the frightened/embarrassed teen to the open door where he was further handcuffed to the frame—window down.
	“Alright, missy,” said Hatchbird, “over here.” against the rear quarter panel of the long sleek car.  The girl was all kinds of upset, crying, cringing, and very pretty.  “I said STAND UP!”
	This time, Janet complied—her very nice jeans and equally nice panties at her ankles.  Her top was at least down.  “Turn around.” The man said flatly.
	“My daddy,” said Willis, “he’s a business owner—”
	“I didn’t give you permission to speak, BOY!”
	Willis shut up—‘specially when the man’s big metal flashlight was pointed at his face.  The whole thing about racism in rural areas suddenly filled Willis with great fear and trepidation.
	Hatchbird pressed himself up against Janet as he handcuffed her hands.  It made the girl very uncomfortable and a lot frightened.
	“It aint gonna get any better,” whispered the deputy, “so’s I suggest you calm yourself.” His hands then went to her smooth naked ass.  Janet couldn’t speak and it was too dark for Willis to see what was going on—but he assumed much.  There was enough ambient light to see—just not clearly.
	“Oh my God!” exclaimed the girl—this after the big man’s fingers began fingering her pussy.
	Willis began freaking out seething; making demands like “Leave her alone” and “Get away from us!” neither command was followed.  Deputy Hatchbird swung the flashlight to Willis’ cuffed hands breaking fingers but not spirit.  Another smack upside the head and the boy languished against the door blubbering and in great pain.  It was only the beginning.
	Deputy Hatchbird went on to feel up the black teenage girl, cup her breasts and manhandle them to his pleasure—all the while well pressed against her naked rear end.  The teenager wailed, whimpered, and peed.  Deputy Hatchbird discovered this while fingering her.  He chuckled then smoothed his hands over her delicious butt before turning her around.
	“Now you listen ‘ere, missy,” he said gruffly, “youse do as yer tolt and maybe this will end well.”
	Janet was confused, frightened out of her wits.  She batted her eyes and nodded.

	“Now, if’in you don’t do as I tells ya,” he leaned back and grinned, “it’s NOT gonna end well.” pause for dramatic effect; then, “Do you understand what I’m saying?”
	Not really but she nodded anyways that she did.
	The deputy looked the petrified girl over—with great leering lust.  Willis floundered against the car; three of his fingers broken, the rest severely injured.  Janet stood—then was pushed down to her knees.  To her knees!  Deputy Hatchbird unzipped his trouser’s fly then fished out his cock.
	“Oh my God!” blurted Janet.  She gagged—and hadn’t even taken the man’s cock yet!
	The man was in his 40s, early 40s.  It didn’t matter how old he was, he was a MAN and a MAN in uniform, a MAN of the law!  His penis was pretty good size.  He flopped it before the hapless girl, slapped her face with it, then told her,
	“Get busy!”
	It wasn’t her first time slurping schlong—but she had never, of course, sucked a MAN’s cock.  The deputy placed a hand behind her head and guided his smoldering hot prong into her teenage mouth.  Janet gagged, choked, and retched as the elongated member filled her mouth touching her tonsils.
	Willis broke his wrist trying to break free the cuffs.  He screamed and shouted demands that irked the aged deputy resulting in the flashlight upside the boy’s head again.  Janet continued to suck the man’s cock.  After a couple of minutes, though, he pulled out and humped her very pretty face, then took her (by the hair) dragging her over to her extremely distressed boyfriend.
	“You best settle down, boy, you beginnin’ to rile me.” And he smacked the back of Willis’ hand.  The boy wailed—then his wail was stymied as Janet began sucking Willis’ dick while the redneck deputy began caressing Willis’ ass.  The boy was stunned to say the least.  His pains were dulled for a moment or two while the redneck fondled him—and his girlfriend sucked him!
	Then, in a sudden burst of reality, Willis lashed out at the deputy; kicking him and banging the door against him disrupting the on-going blowjob from his girlfriend.  This only infuriated the redneck officer of the law who whipped out his stun gun and zapped the boy.
	Willis jerked and twitched; Janet screamed and was backhanded by the deputy sending her backward clunking herself against the car.  Willis continued twitching until he slumped to his knees.  Deputy Hatchbird checked the boy’s breathing, found it to be so; then, uncuffed the boy from the car, cuffed him behind his back, then pressed the prongs of the handheld stun gun to the boy’s balls.
	While Willis wallowed on the ground babbling incoherently, twitching; Deputy Hatchbird picked up the semi delirious Janet, “Get in the car!”
	Janet clumsily and awkwardly climbed into the car.  The Deputy then wrestled and worked off the girl’s shoes and clothes—all the while the hapless teen cried “No, no, please, no.”
	Willis floundered continuously on the forest floor still in the throws of being zapped.  Meanwhile, his girlfriend whom he was desperately trying to impress with the use of his dad’s company limo, was getting boinked by the backwoods country deputy.
	The legs of the hapless girl were spread and the deputy with 20 years service to the country was “putting it to her” gettin’ some.  All Janet could do was wail and flail.  The Deputy didn’t mind, all that mattered was fucking—the fucking.  And he power fucked the girl burying his manly manhood DEEP into the girl’s teenage snatch.  She twisted so that Warren finally tweaked her nipples causing her back to arch.
	Then, upside HIS head came a bottle of cognac.
	The Deputy was a little dazed; shook it off and was riled.
	So she walloped him again with a full bottle of gin.
	This act almost took the overweight officer of the law out.
	But like Middle Eye said to Jaguar Paw/Almost—“Almost.”
	The burly man shook it off and in his rage—jammed his S&W into the well fucked cummy cunt of the black girl and pulled the trigger.  He did!  The girl’s body twitched violently.  Hatchbird fired another round and the girl arched her back then slumped into the seat—lifeless.
	Hatchbird sighed, said something unintelligible then moved to Willis who was just calming down from having his balls zapped.
	“You wanna suck my dick and take it in the balls again?”
	In no way did Willis want to suck the man’s cock—but in no way did he want to have his balls electrocuted.  He sucked dick.  Not well, but he sucked and then was smacked upside the head at the last minute.  As the boy shook off the assault he was grabbed up and violently kicked in the side sending him rolling.  Being handcuffed made the event difficult.  Hatchbird grabbed the boy’s hair and dragged him to the car and to his girlfriend.  She still remained very lifeless.
	Willis wasn’t aware that his beautiful girlfriend was dead-dead-dead.
	What he was aware of, though, was a “foreign” object being jammed into his virgin asshole.  Willis wallowed his face into Janet’s pussy.  The Smith & Wesson wallowed into his hole.  Then, the weapon was removed—replaced by something equally vile.
	“NOOOOOOO!” screamed the boy.
	Deputy Hatchbird chuckled and jammed every inch of his fuck tool into the black boy’s asshole.  “Sonofabitch that’s a tight ‘un!” he bellowed.  Willis screamed into his girlfriend’s pussy—and was vehemently sodomized.
	Afterwards the S&W was jammed to the trigger in his fresh fucked cummy hole and a bullet screamed into his bowels.  Willis twitched and struggled to say something.  Another bullet fired and the ricocheting bullet ripping thru vital organs and bone finally made way thru the vital organ most of all—the heart.
	Willis and Janet were dragged off into the deep-deep woods to a unique cave-hole-mine.  There was this boulder, a huge-huge boulder that looked like a huge-huge mountain ape.  The area where the ape’s balls would be was concave, a recessed area that gave way to a deep curved hole where miners had at one time mined for minerals.  There were no minerals and the cave-mine was abandoned.  It served another purpose, though.
	After returning from the cave, Deputy Hatchbird helped himself to the limo’s booze—fine wine, cognac, bourbon, whiskey, glasses, too.  Then,
	“Base to Car Twenty-four, Big W you got a copy?” a mealy mouth dispatch deputy’s voice squelched on the talkbox (radio).
	Warrned sloughed into his car, farted, slurped on some of the fine whiskey, burped loudly, then answered, “Yeah, JW, I’m here.”
	“Well, we just got a call from Etta Mo, seems like some of her cows have gone missing and she says she heard strange noises way back in the holler.”
	“Etta Mo is mostly deaf,” sneered Warren, “how the hell can she hear sumptin’ “way off in the holler!””
	“I don’t know,” replied JW, “but you know it just one of those calls we gotta check—Sheriff’s orders.”
	Warren ripped another butt blast—then thought he saw a shadow cross in front of the car.  An animal of some sort—funny, though, it didn’t make a noise.  Well, it was dark out, late evening; bird, cloud, some shit like that.
	“Oh,” said JW, “one other thing, just came across the wire, be on the look out for a limousine.”
	Warren scoffed, “Did you say “limousine”?”
	“Yeah I did,” chucked JW, “apparently, a teenager is driving without his rich daddy’s permission.”
	“And what am I supposed to do?”
	“No idea, Warren, but I think no arrest but redirect the teen back to his daddy over in Sullfolk.”
	Warren sighed, slurped more whiskey, they keyed the mike, “Yeah, alright, I’ll look for the limo and teen.” pause, “probably out trying to impress his girlfriend.”
	“Yeah, alright,” chuckled JW, “and you’ll check on Ms. Etta’s call?”
	“Yeah, Miss Etta and missing cows—got it.”
	Warren turned the volume of one radio down (the one between dispatch and the police radio) and turned up the car radio (the one bringing in country music).
	Another swig of whiskey and he was about to fire up the county car when—
	A shadow crossed right in front of the car.  No noise!  Warren lumbered out of the car and scanned the area placing his hand on the butt of his .38 S&W.	
	“Someone out there?” he called and switched on the car’s headlights.
	Just as he pulled out his big heavy metal flashlight,
	“Gronk!”

Consequences
	After traipsing about the woody woods and spying, The Shrew returned to his van for a needful nap.  Noises of the nearby teens, though, disrupted that attempt.  He was too keyed up anyways.  The teens he had seen earlier were getting seriously drunk (and high) and naked.  Shrew had enough, seen enough, and was not so enthused.  He did engage with Lucy and found that she was not as stimulated as she was when TWO dicks were in her.
	So young kinda willing Carlos was tasked with buggering the girl while Shrew drove into her fevered cunt.  This did the trick.  Somehow, with a dick in her pussy and one in her ass—the before reverent Lacey who held the proceedings The Shrew was about waned and she was all about getting fucked—doubly so.
	Thereafter, The Shrew took a needful nap.
	The chirping of birds, the scent of marijuana, and some of his “collection” in need of a bathroom break.  Shrew had to go, too.  One by one he stood outside his custom van pissing on the world.  The likes of Steven, Adam, Angelea, Lacey, Julie, Kathy, Gia, Mario, Carlos, and Hanna also did likewise.  For the boys, though, it was not so much the “world” they peed on but the girls.  A personal (although disgusting) thrill for Shrew—having and watching boys pee on a girl.
	Pussy spanking was one thing, peeing on a pussy was something else.
	And the boys, Steven, Adam, Mario, and Carlos did—onto Angela, Julie, Kathy, Gia, and Hanna respectively.  Angela lay down on the ground while Steven showered her pussy (and pussy area); Adam whizzed on Julie while she stood up; Mario urinated on Kathy while Kathy was bent over—his piss stream splashing mostly onto the girl’s asshole but he managed to spray her bald poon, too.
	Shrew peed on Lacey as the girl lay out on the ground.  He was getting off on the strange smoke in the air; recalling the naughty grandpas he had seen in the woods (and their young granddaughters!) when suddenly,
	“HEY!  YOU!” shouted a voice from the woods—and not one but three uniformed deputy sheriff type peoples came into view.  The Shrew was more than busted.  For a moment his breath was taken and he was stunned into a frozen posture.  Then he bolted.

	He couldn’t think straight; no back-up plan, no future plan—all there was was panic.  Panic consumed him and he ran blindly (nakedly) into the woods in an erratic manner running headlong into woodsy creature not belonging to the woods but was in the woods just the same.
	The “bump” caused Shrew to bounce backwards and fall to the ground.  He firstly looked behind him to see where the deputies were—then,
	“Gronk!” said a deep bassy voice.
	Shrew turned his head slowly and peered upwards to a creature standing some seven feet tall—and had pink fur!  Pink fur and a goofy-goofy face.  A BIG face, deep pink rubbery lips, pink floppy ears, BIG eyes (pink) and a flat snorting deep pink nose.
	“GRONK!” said the big pink creature.
	Shrew couldn’t breathe; he grabbed forest floor and began scrambling backwards bumping backwardly into someone else.  Shrew turned his head having his mind totally-totally blown even more so—it was not another pink sasquatch-like creature but a very large—very-very large green slug-like creature.
	Shrew was losing his mind.
	Then, THEN—the slug-like creature transformed into a more human-like form.  He was still green, clothed in ill-fitting clothing suitable for someone who lived in backcountry woods and lived off the land therein.
	“Yer already naked, dleep!  That makes it easier.”
	“E-easier?”
	The green human/slug creature smiled, “Aye, my friends like you unclothed.  Nleep!  Just eliminates a step.  Vleep!”
	“W-what the fuck you talking about?” Shrew said scrambling up standing.  The creature’s strange lisp and accent was hard to comprehend.
	“Don’t worry—gleep—it will all come clear to you.  Dleep!”
	“Gronk!” said da gronk creature behind The Shrew.
	Shrew turned to stare at the big pink monster—then saw a field of blury lights; a deafening whine erupted into his ears—and the big pink da gronk disappeared.  So did the woods.  There was that feeling of being like on a rollercoaster—then like being in an elevator that from the 30th floor stopped on every floor stop on the way to the lobby.
	Suddenly the “ride” was over and The Shrew was someplace else not of this place—not of a familiar place.  The ground was not forest/woodsy ground but rock—volcanic rock.  So were the walls.  The walls—not walls but cave walls, a volcanic tube-like walls.  Or something.
	There was light—glowing light on the walls; then, further along the cave tunnel a blinking light.  Nakedly, The Shrew stumbled his way to the blinking light brushing away the heavy moss laden on the wall stirring up choking spores.
	There was a blinking light, yellow, on a panel of other lights embedded in thick porous volcanic rock.  Pressing the blinking light and a violent “whoosh” came as a door suddenly appeared—and then just as quickly disappeared.  Tremendous light flooded the cave; foul stagnant air, a mixture of other smells, and sounds of thumping like a generator’s great flywheel.
	Timidly, Shrew stepped out—it took a little time before his eyes adjusted to the bright light.  The cave emptied into a hall or passageway going left and right straight.  The floor was metal; and on the floor was a thick greenish slime.
	“What the fuck?” quipped Shrew.
	Against better judgment but totally confused he moved into the hall and turned left.  Slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y he moved slinkingly along the smooth wall until coming to another transition.  Noises somewhat familiar could be heard confounding him all the more.
	With increasing trepidation he moved further along his trek coming to a huge open room where there were several of the green slug-like creatures he had just recently encountered.  Each of the massive slugs had arms, legs, and faces!  Not only that, each of the slugs had a human that they were seemingly having sex with!  Sodomy!
	One of the naked humans was portly, he looked up and yelled “RUN boy, run!” Shrew backed up—but backed up into an alien-slug.
	“Mleep!” said the slug.
	“Shit.” said The Shrew.
	“Damn.” said Warren.
	End.

*

 What happens at Summer Camp—well, you know…
Camp Bearmessedindawoods
	“Her work is childish and under-dramatized.  She lacks any sense of structure, character and the Aristotelian unities.” 
 	Wendsy’s critique of a fellow camper’s one-woman play failed to please.
	The girl was stunned and slumped onto her bunk.
	“I have seen the unholy maggots of demon-kind feast in the dark recesses of the human soul.”  Wendsy almost smiled, a trembling of the lips; but not out of fright—something more akin to sinister.  She had the girls of her summer camp cabin totally captivated.
	Summer camp.  It was vile.  It was depressing.  It was filled with impossible people bent on “having a good time.”  Archery, swimming, identifying poisonous plants; SINGING, camp songs, campfires—with no bodies being burned!
	But Wendsy and Pugsley’s parents needed “me time.”  So the children were sent off to an exclusive camp for “gifted” children.  It repulsed Wendsy who was not a people person.  Wendsy and her brother were differently gifted—Wendsy sided on the Dark Side of the Force; more macabre, shrieking horror, disdain, pain.  Pugsley was lighthearted and thought nothing of the ills of others but relished in illicit behavior.  Not sexual (although he held that in high esteem); Pug found no fault in the demise of others or their execution—or the execution of their demise.
	Quite a pair.
	In the cabin shared with Wendsy, stuck up rich girl Amanda Pluckinkiss; a suck up girl named Paige Lookwarm; and three other girls.  Amanda was alright; she came from a very nice well-to-do family—the must be to be plunking down ten grand for the 3-week camp.  She was a little uppity, thought herself superior, went to the best schools, wore the best clothes, etc.  She was pretty, a little taller than most girls in her twelve year old age group, had a little more chest development, too.  Long-long beautiful blond hair, blue-blue eyes (but she was wearing custom blue contacts, too.)  Gorgeous skin, a glow about her, infectious smile, and the ire of Wendsy Wuzzamatta who thought nothing but bad-bad thoughts about the “perfect girl.”
	The girls were sharing their best points, Paige Lookwarm had just given her rendition of My Captain! My Captain—and according to Wendsy—failed.
	“You can do better?” quipped Amanda.
	Wendsy gave her sinister almost whimsical smile and told a tale of a deplorable nature—ghosts and demons, ghouls, ghasts, deceit, and blood.  There was even the re-telling of The Raven.  When done, no one said shit.  None of the other girls could scarcely breathe.
	“Is your brother like you?” another cabin mate asked.
	“Like what?”
	She wanted to say “weird” but shrugged and held her peace.
	“Spooky.” said Amanda flatly.  “You look like somebody died.”
	Wendsy again, wavered her lips.  Her dark-dark eyes stared down Amanda and Amanda—got a little spooked.  She sat down.  
	“I have an older brother.” Zoe McNobook said; she was of parents who were of the 1960s, a flower child.  Her hair, hair style, mannerisms, all late 1960s era.  She was cute, very thin, but an excellent archer.
	Sara Wheelshanty had an older brother, too.
	Amanda was an only child.
	“Older brothers are alright, most times.” Wendsy stated, “They can be useful, experimental.”
	“Experimental?” asked Paige, “What does that mean?”

	Wendsy smiled her smile smirking about how she managed her brother determining his level of pain tolerances.
	“Pain?  Like how?” Teri Hatchfox asked curiously.  “Like smacking him with a hammer?”
	“A nail.” Wendsy replied.
	“You hit him with a nail?” whined Zoe.
	“Among other things.” Then, “He’s very resilient to pain.”
	“He has a nice smile.” remarked Teri.  Amanda shot her a dirty look conveying ‘you LIKE Wendsy’s brother!?’ ewewewe
	“We do things to each other—just for fun.”
	“My brother and I have played rough, sometimes too rough in the house and we get in trouble for it.” supplied Zoe.
	“My brother and I played too rough one time and our parents did more than yell at us.”
	“Did you get spanked?” Amanda asked.
	Zoe nodded that it was so.
	“Spanking is not so bad,” quipped Wendsy, “it can be fun.”
	The girls of the cabin all stared at Wendsy, “FUN!?” said an alarmed Amanda, “How can spanking be fun?”
	“Depends on the application of device used, tolerances, clothes on, clothes off, that sort.”
	The girls were baffled.  “Clothes OFF?” almost shrieked Paige.
	Wendsy gave her now famous sinister smile.
	“D-did you ever see your brother getting spanked?” Zoe asked.
	“Of course.” replied Wendsy smiling, “who do you think spanks him?”
	The cabin mates nearly fainted.
	“Y-you mean YOU spank your own brother?” squealed Amanda.
	“Occasionally.” responded Wendsy.
	“He must do something to you really bad then, huh?  He deserves it?”
	Wendsy shrugged, “Whatever.”
	Paige cocked her head thinking hard, too hard, “Clothes on?”
	Wendsy smiled, shook her head, and beamed a glow of being sadistic masochistic.  The girls realized the strange weird girl’s meaning,
	“Y-you spank you’re brother’s bare butt?” asked one.
	“What’s it like?” asked another.
	“Does he spank you?” asked Paige.
	When Wendsy didn’t speak but sit with hands folded, head reared back, a glow like no other shimmering about her, the girls of the cabin knew.  Some were horrified, some were mystified.
	“So, y-you see, you’ve seen your brother—naked?” asked Zoe.
	“What’s wrong with that?” replied Wendsy, “We are in a nominal society were such things are tolerated.” 
	“I-I’ve hardly ever seen my brother—naked.” said Paige.
	“My brother is—unique.” Wendsy smirked.
	“What do you mean?” Amanda asked.
	“He’s not like other boys his age.” Wendsy supplied.
	“He’s bigger than most boys.” Sara stated.
	“Yes, he is.” Wendsy said, “But not in the manner of being pudgy.”
	“He has a big head.” stated Teri.
	“Yes, he has—but not the one on his shoulders.” She struggled to keep from busting a smile.
	The girls of the cabin looked to one another.  Then,
	“Well, I’ve seen MY brother naked,” stated Zoe factly, “no big deal; he doesn’t have anything to get excited about.” She sat on the floor, slightly tan, spiral painted tee-shirt under her summer camp red shirt.
	“Does YOUR brother have something to “be excited about?”” asked Sara.
	“Yes, much more.”
	“Whattya mean?” asked Amanda.
	“He’s thirteen but his boy parts are much more than any of you can imagine.”
	The girls of the cabin went flush.  But not overly experienced with boys or “boy parts” their imaginations left a lot to be desired.
	“And he’s not bashful, either.” Wendsy added.
	“What does that mean?” asked Paige.
	Wendsy sighed, “Well, it means he will proudly show you to prove it.”

My Balls Are Huge whistled to the tune of “It’s Only Make Believe” 

“My balls are really huge
  They aren’t small at all
  They are really really big
  They are not all that small

  “They wont fit in your hand, you puny little hu-man
  They are very large, my balls could fill a barge
  Everyone can see, my hairy test-tee-tees
  I got a pair of big ones, you will never have them
  And my balls are filled with phlegm.

 “My balls, my cock as well, you bend over and make them swell
  My heart, my balls, by comparing, you are noth-nothing
  My balls I cant control; they are huge you ugly fool
  My one and only prayer will be, that some day you’ll suckle me
  And my balls are huge.

“My balls are really huge, they are filled with splooge
  You squeeze ‘em, you lick ‘em, you luv ‘em, but you’ll never get to fuck ‘em
  You will never know how hard it is to get me to blow
  My balls are huge, you see, ‘cause I’m an ape I be
  People will sing this song, this song about a Kong
  And my one and only prayer will be, is that some day you’ll suckle me
  ‘cause my balls—‘cause my balls are huge.  (yes Kong’s balls are huge!)”

	That night, after Lights Out, Pugsley Wuzzamadda stood proudly in Cabin 16, camp shorts down, no undies, and balls as big as an ape’s.  His cock was pretty sizable, too.  None of the girls, save for Wendsy, could believe.
	“Holy fucking ape shit!” blurted Zoe.
	“And you spank HIM?” quipped a confused Sara.
	Wendsy smiled, “Yes, and he spanks me,” then she added, “but not always with his hand.”
	It took only a moment before the girls got the gist of that.
	“Oh my God!” uttered Paige.
	“Don’t knock,” said Pug, “before you try it.”
	Amanda took umbrage at Pug’s flip.
	The cabin girls were all mulling over Wendsy’s remark—“but not always with his hand.”  Then they realized Wendsy’s brother was standing there among them—a serious no-no for the camp.  Boys stay in their cabins and girls stay in theirs.
	“Would you like to see?” Wendsy asked.
	“See?” asked Amanda, “See what?”
	“Me being spanked,” Wendsy said with a sly smile, “and not by his hand.”
	Moments were taken before the girls got the gist of that.
	Amanda sat with her hands folded on her lap, leaning forward casting eyes from Wendsy to her brother, mouth agape.  Paige sat likewise, head cocked, staring blankly at Pugsley.  Teri sat fidgeting, furrowed brow, rolling her eyes in deep-deep thought.  Sara sat rocking slowly back and forth sitting on her hands.  Zoe sat thoughtfully thinking, licking her lips, eyes on Pugsely crotch.
	Wendsy looked to her brother with her Devil’s smile.
	Pugsley unzipped his beige camp trousers and hauled out his cock.
	Pugsley was twelve—but his cock was some years older, and deformed.
	The girls stared in wonderment and ah.  Mostly ah.  Then wonderment.  All the girls had seen a cock; a brother’s cock or a little boy’s cock, a crude drawing on the bathroom wall or depicted pictures in a health book.  What Pugsley Wazzamadda had was indescribable.
	After a moment or two, Wendsy stood up, turned her back to her brother and his deformed schlong, reached up under her nightgown sliding down her panties.  Then she hiked up the nightgown and bent over.  Pug’s cock throbbed and grew stiffly.  Pug held the monstrous schlong, smacked it to the floor, stroked it, then smacked it against his small near frail-like sister.
	The cabin mates were all mesmerized.
	Pug glided his abnormal cock up and down his sister’s crack, plunging the head part way into her dirt chute, then pulling out to smack her cheeks until they were bright red.  Wendsy clenched dismissing the pain.  She got off on it.
	Standing up, Wendsy addressed her cabin mates saying,
	“Why don’t you take off your clothes.”  It wasn’t a question.
	Amanda blinked her eyes, cocked her head, “What?”
	Paige stood looking confused.
	Teri licked her lips thoughtfully and was the first one to actually start undress; she slowly pulled off her nightgown but the paused before anything else.
	Sara reached up under her nightshirt and pulled down her panties, stepped out of them, paused, then pulled off her long tee-shirt becoming the first girl to be naked.  Pug nodded his head, smiled big, and pounded his meat stick with sadistic (pending) glee.
	Zoe cocked her head one way, then the other, rocked on her hands, licked her lips, then farted before undressing herself and becoming the second girl to be nude.
	Very slowly was it before Amanda stood upright.  Her confusion was high.
	Paige and Teri were likewise but had their fingers fumbling to remove their clothing just the same.
	“I think they need help.” Wendsy said as she settled down on her bunk.
	Pug smiled, nodded, then whistled.  Suddenly appearing was a scurrying appendage, a disembodied hand, extra large.  The Hand of Ahz!  The hand darted across the cabin floor, leaped up onto a small dresser, pumped itself up and down then “shit” a small EMAD.  The Device a mini version being no more than five inches long, half inch thick, three inches wide.  The Hand of Ahz quickly flew its fingers to the smooth black touch pad surface that sent out its amazing mind altering prowess.  

	Amanda made the most curious face; seemed like she was struggling to breathe; she batted her pretty blue eyes then slipped off her very nice (and expensive) nightgown.  She lowered her panties and Wendsy, sitting behind her, was very-very amused.
	Paige, Teri, Sara, and Zoe all stood naked, bent over, hands on their knees, near shoulder to shoulder facing Wendsy.  Wendsy had stripped off her clothes and was leaning back, legs open, fingering herself.  But once the Hand of Ahz had manipulated the girls via the EMAD, he leaped off of the dresser and to Wendsy taking over masturbating duties.  Wendsy’s face was glowing, she was near blank; she looked upon her fellow cabin mates with a gaze of ah.
	Pugsley looked upon the cabin mates with something a little more.  His anomalous cock smacked Amanda’s ass—hard.  The unusual organ was stiff as an board.  The girl jolted as she was smacked.  The girl had probably never been smacked before.  Pug smacked her ass again, dragged up and down her pert crack, then poked its way into her hole.
	Meanwhile, the Hand of Ahz was humping Wendsy’s pussy.  With her legs spread wide, the amazing appendage twirled as it pounded its heal to the girl’s delicate poon.  No pubes were there; just a slit that almost looked virginal.  Almost.  A middle digit had plunged into the odd girl’s sex; the entire structure spun around until such time as a 6th digit appeared protruding from about the area of the heal/palm of the Hand.
	Wendsy pursed her lips; Amanda’s eyes were locked right on the Hand’s activities putting away the ordeal she was experiencing with being cock spanked.  As soon as the Hand of Ahz’s “cock” penetrated Wendsy’s delicate cunt—she melted.  The look of utter satisfaction was etched permanently on her young childish face.
	With her raven dark hair with its twin twisted braids that went down to where breasts would eventually be, Wendsy Wazzamadda was a cute little girl who had a dark-mischievous side.  She smiled as she locked her eyes to Amanda.  Pug had went on to assault the remaining girls—but it was Amanda who Wendsy liked most.  It was the girl’s “I’m better than you” attitude, she was naïve, a little snotty, snooty, and etc.  Wendsy had plans for the girl—maniacal, menacing, meanful.
	After Pugsley had had his way with the remaining girls, it was back to Amanda.  Wendsy had the girl turn around; she admired Amanda’s fine pert ass—so did the Hand of Ahz.  Pugsley slapped Amanda’s very pretty face (with his cock) then began feeding it to her.  Meanwhile, Hand pounced onto Amanda’s firm ass and slipped into her cornhole his 6th digit and began to hump.  Wendsy fingered herself being very satisfied by Hand’s handiwork.

*

A funny thing happened on my way to the slime pit
	Two snipets and a boner
	Not far from Camp Bearmessedindawoods and in an apartment conversion—converted from once being a no-tell motel, Donna Smackuu and her young daughter, Kollen, were proud of their day of shopping.  Donna was a single mother, divorced.  There wasn’t much money but she and her daughter made do and the day of shopping had resulted in a stocked full pantry, refrigerator, and freezer.  They had done well on what little they had.
	Then,
	A knock at the door; a man was there with a clipboard,
	“Would you like to take a survey?  Just a little of your time and you will be paid, too!”
	Donna didn’t want to be bothered with a survey whatever it was; but paid?
	Not suspecting anything dangerous—despite the dangerous goings on in the world concerning strangers and mind altering devices, she let the man in.  No time was wasted dillydallying—the man with a clipboard smiled; he was just at two meters tall, slenderly built, clean shaven, wavy jet black hair, dark eyes.
	“Take off your clothes.” he said to the woman as he drew his clipboard up pretending to write but manipulated a Device instead.
	Donna stood staring at him—but too late to scream, run, call for help or do anything.  The Electronic Mind Altering Device was skillful, powerful, and had the young woman’s mind masterfully.
	“Mom?” quirred the little girl at her side.
	The curtains to the very small apartment were already drawn; Donna wasn’t as social as she used to be and didn’t want visitors or anyone looking into her drab apartment.  There were several apartments forming a hard block “C”; a huge open courtyard of mixed dirt, gravel, and lackluster grass.  Some picnic tables, barbeques, swings and slides.  The area was remote, fenced in with a crappy fence; woods to the right with an almond orchard behind.  A small corner grocery store wasn’t far away; farm houses, a horse ranch, and a trailer court were also in the area.  The Town was over the railroad some miles.
	“Take off your clothes.” survey man said again.
	Kolleen’s mouth dropped as she watched her mom undress herself.  She looked in horror to the clipboard/survey man who smiled to her.
	“Let’s go to your bedroom.” said aloud the survey man.  He noted that his EMAD had not quite obtained the little girl’s mind.  No matter, the Device had the girl’s mother so there’s that.

	The clipboard/survey man, a one Abacus Lockspittle, smiled with a baleful smile.  Watching the woman walk nakedly to her room was a cheap thrill but he took what he could get.  Little Kolleen was baffled, and unawares of what was really going on.
	Once in the bedroom the two shared,
	“Sit.” Abacus told Kolleen.
	Kolleen sat on her twin sized bed, sitting on her hands as per command.
	Donna laid out on her full sized bed on her back.  The room was cluttered with clothes, boxes of household crap, and so on.  She had a full furry untrimmed muff.  Abacus leered at the furry poon, then stripped off his own clothes—much to the wide eyed bewilderment of Kolleen.
	Just as Abacus began to nosh at the “Y”; the Device he had made an audible sound—an alarm.  Checking it and the alarm was not that alarm, distressing but not overly cause for panic.  The mind hold on Donna was wavering but was still viable.  Abacus noshed on the woman’s musty smelling forest, nipped the lips, drove his tongue into her cunt—all the while Kolleen sat on her hands whimpering.
	The man stood and blatantly stood right in front of the little bewildered girl—happily unashamed masturbating.
	“What are you doing!?” said an alarmed Donna.  She was sitting up on her elbows; her mind was still bogged down by the mysterious workings of the mind altering device but there was just enough resilience for her to “come around.”
	Angrily and Abacus whirled about smacking the woman’s face sending her cockeyed across her bed.  Kolleen shrieked; Abacus knelt before her,
	“You scream, you run, you do anything but sit on your hands and I’ll spank you.”  He was going to spank her anyways, but…
	As Donna tried to get a grip on what was going on—her mind mostly freed from the effects of the minding device, her naked intruder pounced on her wrenching her about laying fully on her.  When she protested she was hit square in the face.  The EMAD was losing cohesion with her mind and subduing her had to resort to a different level—physical force.
	Spying some rope on the messy floor a new plan came to Abacus.  The rope, trucker’s rope, had been used to secure boxes and things to Donna’s crap-crap-oh-so-crappy car.  The rope now secured Donna to her bed.  Just her wrists and ankles.  Her knees were allowed to be free.  Abacus went down on the woman’s untrimmed muff and when she bucked him, slung her knees against his head, he crawled up to lay on her whispering to her,
	“Missy, you fuck with me and I’ll fuck with your little one!”
	This info didn’t sit well with Donna; she freaked out a little, wept a lot.
	Abacus slipped into her pussy his 7 inch fuck stick and enjoyed a five minute fuck.
	
	Donna floundered in her plight; the one giving her the plight took his time, pulled out when he was done and urinated onto her furry cunt.  Then he gave the woman a titty fuck squirting a copious load all over the woman’s face followed by a raunchy-raunchy fart.
	Donna languished in a dark world of confusion.  Good thing, ‘cause Abacus returned to stand before Kolleen and very-very blatantly jack off.  Then he scrogged her face, slapped it, and made her kiss the head.  Naturally, Kolleen was not into that shtick and wailed.  It was then Abacus found that his top of the line very expensive EMAD did not have hold one on any of the little girl’s available brain wave patterns.
	Well that sucked.
	But aside from using a mind altering device there was always force.
	Abacus sat down beside the girl and laid her across his lap; then he began spanking her ass until he feared her cries could be heard outside.  Standing the little girl up he hugged her, then cupped her burning ass.  Then, hoisting the girl up onto his side they went to the hall bathroom and showered together.
	While showering, little Kolleen was deflowered.  With her shoulders against the tile of the shower, Abacus Lockspittle power drove his cock into her puffy pussy.  He had massaged it and turned the water up to a more than nominal warm.  She was still young, though, little, and not even ten.
	Abacus Lockspittle didn’t care.
	After the shower, there was a jar of petroleum jelly—sufficiently lubricated to his cock (and to Kolleen’s) crap chute, sodomy took place on the bathroom floor followed by more spanking.  This time, while on her back, ankles together, legs lifted, she was swatted on her butt until she couldn’t stand it—and Abacus’ hand swelled.
	Donna was delirious but saw her distraught daughter and the naked clipboard/survey man enter.  She had no idea what had gone on but had an idea of what had gone on.  Kolleen returned to her bed to sit on her hands while Lockspittle returned to Donna.  Undoing one of her ankles he turned the woman awkwardly to her side, then commenced to spanking her—with his other hand.
	Then, up the ass.
	Then, he just simply left.

Family disruption
	Cum the conquer
	Closer to Town in a ranch-style house and the family Crackbarrel was in peril.  Usually the family was all about togetherness; family outings, hiking, camping, boating, and so on.  The family togetherness currently was a bit much.
	Present was Shannon Crackbarrel, her eldest son, Zane, middle child, Zach, and preteen daughter, Zoey.  A “stranger” was among them, too.  The family was gathered in the Family Room, Zane Alden, eighteen, fought the most from the effects of having his mind affected; brother Zach just made faces, straining like he had to crap real bad—or already had.  Twelve year old sister Zoey had peed her pants and was also making faces.
	The kids’ mother, Shannon, struggled with having her mind overtaken but only made faces of confusion.  When the command “take off your clothes” came she did so with little effort not to.  Her children stared in awe and great concern.  When she had removed her bra and then shucked her panties to stand butt bare assed naked—mouths dropped and eyes bulged; although their mother was a Christian, a staunch advocate against smoking and drinking, and looked upon those who adorned themselves with body art—indeed herself had a tattoo of a rose on her area to the left of her pussy (a cleanly shaven pussy by the way.)  A tat of a hummingbird was on her left butt cheek, too!
	 But it wasn’t the tats the kids were staring at—she was nude.  She was nude and had a shaven cunt.  Sh-boing!  Zane and Zach had instant erections.  Zoey?   Not so much.
	‘Take off your clothes.’ a voice spoke inside Zoey’s mind.
	She struggled, thought it over, “What?” looked to her brothers as if one of them had said something—but then found herself complying.  Her fingers were following the command although her mind was still thinking it over.
	Zane and Zach hadn’t much time to ogle or stare at their naked mother or sister—they themselves were undressing.  Both boys had boners galore.  Zoey tried not to stare/look at her naked brothers—but ultimately failed and did so.
	‘Do you fool around with your brothers—sexually?’ an invading voice asked.
	Zoey tried-tried-tried not answer—but she failed there, too.  Nothing with Zane, but a little with Zach.  Zane was by classification an asshole.  He was the oldest and had the Big Head, a jock, and muscle.  He was a little rough with his siblings, more so to Zach.  Zoey and Zach were into the “touchy-feely” aspect of their brother/sister relationship.  The got naked together, watched each other pee, shower, and masturbate.  No oral, no anal; but, there was mutual masturbation.
	The gawking boys gawked harder when their 40-something year old mother perched herself on the family room sofa, ass right on the edge of a cushion, then leaned back fully exposing herself.
	“Holy shit!” blurted Zach.
	Zane had seen pussy, he had seen his sister, his girlfriend, and was in fact balling his girlfriend’s mom.  Zach had only seen his sister’s snatch.  The boys stared and stared even more so when their mother pulled her legs.
	Zane moved nakedly to his naked mom and it was like as if someone were pushing him down to his knees and he was resisting.  To his knees, though, he eventually went.  Then, like someone pushing his head he resisted as the direction was to his Mom’s cunt.  The boy slung his head but ultimately began licking the pussy—the pussy that had bore him life eighteen year prior.
	Zach then moved from his pile of clothes to climb onto the sofa and up against his nude mother.  His cock was very-very hard and his Mom began fondling his teenage testicles.  She also began working his penis before leaning up to take it fully into her mouth.
	Zoey stood with her mouth open wide—the one commanding the family stood behind her caressing her sides, breasts, and ass.  He was nude also and his rock hard cock went right up against the preteen’s backside.  Zoey was partly oblivious to the naked man’s presence—she was more in tune to watching her brothers and mother.
	Soon and Zane had licked all he could lick and moved up into prime position for inserting his cock.  Mother Shannon didn’t protest; her legs were hooked back under her arms; one hand fondling Zach’s balls, her mouth sucking his cock.  As the fucking commenced, the man behind Zoey began more earnestly fondling the girl’s breasts—he also began fingering her pussy.
	Zane came.  He made a lot of noise about it, too.  The hunky teen jock strained his body, stretched and straightened out, too, as the throws that were orgasmic exploded into a euphoric eruption like none other he had ever experienced.
	Zach came, too.  His splooge spewed into his Mother’s mouth.
	Zoey stood with her young mind basically lambasted, frapped, gone.
	The man behind the mindless girl, Air Bootpiss, caressed the girl all the more, fingered her delicate pussy all the more, then instructed Zane to bring some beers.  The boy paused a moment but then moved off to comply.  Meanwhile, Zach was brought over to stuff his cum squirter into his sister’s mouth—all the while Air had stuffed the girl from behind.  First in her pussy and once deflowering that delightful hole plunged into her just as delightful tight asshole.  It was a very snug fit and he had quite finished with the deflowering of her pussy—just enough to break that thin membrane that made her a virgin.
	With the beers, Air slammed one, then drank one.  Zane and Zach had one, it wasn’t their first time snagging a brew from the fridge.  Another beer was given to Shannon while another was poured down between her titties and the boys were there to “drink” the spillage from her pussy.
	Thereafter and Zach fucked his mother while Zane stuffed his sister’s face ejaculating therein in under five minutes.  Zach achieved orgasm in under three minutes.  Then,
	Shannon Crackbarrel had never-ever been fuck up the butt.
	On Air’s visit she was double fucked.  Zane boned her backdoor hole firstly, creamed it, then sat back to rest, drink another beer, and watch as brother Zach fucked their mother’s hole.  Then, more beer slamming before double fucking the mind-messed up woman; Zane shoved his decent fuck stick into his mother’s cunt while Zach entered her from behind as the three lay on the floor.  Twelve year old Zoey was sodomized fully with the man, Air, fucking her, spanking her, humping righteously until creaming her dirt chute that nearly took him out.
	After the boys had had their fill of boning their mother—they boned their sister.  Seemed the thing to do.  Air polished off the beer and found in a cabinet scotch, bourbon, and gin.  He was a happy guy.  All three of the Crackbarrel children had “sampled” a time or two the booze; Air poured drinks for all and a par-tay was in business.  Music was kicked on, happy smoke passed around, and the family was never quite the same again.
	Zane boned his sister first; single fucking with the girl on her back and Air pressed against her head drinking straight from a bottle of scotch.  Zach got into his sister nextly; Shannon had three drinks, bourbon, straight, then passed out.  Too bad, she missed the boys double fucking their sister then Zach sucking on Zane’s cock while Air fucked the teen jock up the ass.
	Thereafter, Air Bootpiss left the family as they were, drunk, naked, and with the extreme feeling of the need to fuck-fuck-fuck.  Happy ending!

Going to McDonalds for a salad is like going to a whore for a hug
(just thought I’d throw that in there)
	Following suit like predecessors August, Dmitri, and Seth, The Shrew (and a few others), new MMC (Mini Main Character) sighted in on his Prey—a lone figure at a lone bus stop.  He waited until a car passed, then a bus on the other side of the 4-lane road.  The lone area was not remote, just out from the neighborhoods with one being no closer than 2 blocks.  A dirt race track was close by, also a redneck trailer park with mostly seniors and not so many “rednecks.”
	A cloudy day, a low key area being with dirt hills, oilfields, remains of society and civilization dotting the landscape.  Bus #30-1A going north out of Town went 10 miles along the rural road to Smaller Town.  The Prey was likely going there—but Smaller Town didn’t have much there—more seniors and people who were ditching Town and big city strife.
	Akia slowly pulled his truck up to the stop.  He was wary—and rightly so, it was not uncommon for law enforcing agencies to set up Predators; using Prey as bait, Preds were easily caught using EMADs or old fashioned Force.  But where the bus stop was located—it would be difficult to hide said law enforcing agencies; no cover.
	Still, though, caution was the name of the day—and the game.
	After taking a deep sigh, Akia Nosoap eased his truck up to the stop; the girl had been sitting but got up to lean against the structure, checking the bus time on the placard, fidgeting, and being less of a “set-up” and more of a Prey than ever.
	“You need a ride?” Akia asked smiling and trying not to be a threat.
	“No, I’m waiting for the bus.” The Prey said taking a defensive stance.  She was not alarmed—not yet.
	“The bus isn’t coming,” Akia said using his EMAD, “weekend schedule different than weekday, this is Saturday.”
	The girl, Nora Wittlesum, paused, cocked her head curiously, made a face, then stared at the bus schedule placard.  She whispered “Sonofabitch!”
 	“Where you going?” asked Akia.
	“Small Town.” the girl replied still staring at the bus times.  She sighed, shook her head, and wasn’t happy.  No, not happy at all.
 	“I’m going that way,” Akia said, “I can give you a lift.”
 	Red flags came up, the girl licked her lips thoughtfully and backed up into the dull red bus stop stall being a little more on the defensive.
	“It’s a long walk,” Akia said with a smile, “and I’m going that way.”
	Nora Wittlesum knew full well taking a ride from a stranger was wrong-wrong-wrong.  But she was having a bad-bad-bad day and wanted to go see her grandmother.  Looking around, like down the street “just in case” the bus was coming anyways, the girl stretched out her hand, opened the pickup truck’s door and climbed in.  She sat still, still looked curious and concerned, and the truck took off for Small Town.

	“My name’s Akia, what’s yours?”
	“Nora.”
	“See?  Now we’re not strangers!” he offered his hand out, the girl gave a weak smile and shook the man’s hand.  Akia smiled, leaned back, and navigated his picup down the rural road that wound this way and that around the oilfield hills to Small Town.
	Akia Nosoap was part Asian; Korean Mother, Chinese Dad, Japanese Grandmother, African-American Grandfather!  Just shy of his 50th birthday, Akia still looked to be in his thirties.  Short dark hair, a diamond earring (one), clean shaven, operating a four-wheel drive modern day dark green extra cab American pickup truck.  
	At where the rural road crossed over the dry river,
	‘Undo your seatbelt.’
	Nora leaned back, cocked her head, blinked her eyes, furrowed her brows, then went thru the motion of undoing her seatbelt.  Akia smiled.  Success!
	At the Round Mountain cutoff that the road narrowed and went thru cattle country to a remote park and river,
	‘Undo your pants.’
	Nora fumbled with the command but managed to undo the brass button to her turquoise colored jeans.  Akia slowed and guided his truck down the single lane country road; rolling hills on the left, the dry river on the right.  On the banks of the dry river were thick dead and near dead shrubs.  A river with water was on up the way; the dry river had a little stream in the middle of it being a tributary of the flowing river.
	Nora slid her turquoise jeans all the way down to her ankles.
	‘Open your legs.’
	Compliance!
	Akia rubbed himself then pulled his truck over onto the short grass and sand.
	With the little girl staring straight ahead, Akia began rubbing her bare leg, her thigh specifically.  Rub-rub-rub.  Then, a slight feel of her crotch; she wore off-pink panties.  A flat face, brown eyes, short brown hair, dainty emerald earrings.  She looked all kinds of serious; a short pert nose, short bangs, and not having a good day (for some unknown reason.)
	Akia got her to scoot forward to where her ass would be right on the edge of the cloth single person seat.  Then her legs were brought back to almost touching her shoulders.  A quick look around for a security check and then the multi Asian young man began a more intense rub—specifically to the area of her crotch.  With no adverse reaction the girl’s panties were pulled to one side.
	By then, Akia’s cock was angry and in need of precise attention.
	Fingering Nora’s cunt was pleasure—pure pleasure.  Akia moaned, groaned, and lusted heavily.  And after getting the child’s young cunny well lubricated with her own juices, the panties were moved up her legs and the man turned half a century but didn’t look so ogled wantingly at the little girl’s delight.  She breathed normally, continued to stare, and was oh so fuckable!
	So he did just that!
	A little awkwardly was Nora moved to the bench seat behind the front seats.  She was laid out and her pants and panties removed along with her shirt and trainer.  At ten, Nora Wittlesum had some titty meat.  Akia palmed the mounds with one hand and fingered tenaciously her virgin cunt, too.
	Cum was soiling his underwear so Akia had to undress.  With his cock free the intensity was increasing.  A window was lowered for air, Nora’s legs were spread for fucking.  Akia’s cock was tremendously hard, steaming, and just a cunt hair under seven inches.  Carefully he moved onto the hapless mindless girl and began gliding his cock up and down her delicious pussy.

	Soon and he was gliding In and Out.
	A mere pumping session later and a river of cum was pouring out of the youngster’s cunt.  Akia moaned a very satisfying groan.  His mighty strong and incredibly hard cock power fucked Nora’s pussy until he was well spent.  The tingling feeling was enormous.  Powerful feelings transmitted all over him, his skin tingled from his curling toes to his electrified hair.  He pumped and pumped, pulled out and squirted cum onto the girl’s pussy, plunged back in and pumped for an incredible two more minutes until he felt faint.
	There wasn’t as much blood on his cock from busting the girl’s cherry as there was from previous girls.  He lay practically on the child, fingered her cunt and yearned to blow his load into her just as virginal asshole.  A slight breeze drifting in thru the open passenger side window sailing thru to the driver’s side window felt good against his heaving sweating body.
	Nora made a long hard face, mouth open, eyes glued to the diamond tuck headboard/ceiling of the truck.  Akia fingered her pussy, massaging it while his cock lay wallowing in a sea of intense agony mixed with a plethora of pleasure.
	A noisy cattle truck roared by; luckily Akia had pulled off the road quite aways right up to the shrubs on the bank of the dry river tributary.  After the truck had gone to the crossroad and turned making for Town, Akia stretched, farted, and got out of the truck via the passenger side to stand naked and “water” one of the shrubs.
	That’s when he heard voices—and smelled Happy Smoke.
	Ducking down he strained to listen to pinpoint where the voices were coming from—they were near, down in the sandy river.  Years of listening, spying, secretly eavesdropping learned him that the voices he heard were boy voices.  Slowly he crept back to the truck; Nora was still laying out naked, mindless.  Securing his trusty mind altering device and dressing, shoes as well, Akia slipped as stealthily as possible thru the thick brush in search of his next Prey.

When I was a kid and wanted to be older; this shit was not what I expected
	Two boys—no, three boys were goofing off in the dry river.  And I mean “goofing” off.  They were naked.  Naked, splashing in the small stream of water meandering down the middle of the sand—unaware that at any time some schmutz in a county hat could open the weir dam releasing tons of water.  But oh well.
	To the right of the river were hills, big hills; rustic hills, kit fox hills, oilfield hills where there weren’t so much as pumping units but old-old wooden derricks and gravity feed transfer channels channeling oil down the hills to collection vessels.  Long time ago.
	Anyways, the boys.  Three of them.  Naked.  Worthy of Akia’s attention.

	Two of the three naked boys were twelve-ish, the third was a tyke of ten.
	Their clothes were piled on a “bank” while the youths frolicked in water being typical boys.  What was not typical was at length the boys “got together.”  And I mean—“got together.”  The two older boys seemingly guided the younger one to the left bank (where Akia was slinkingly slinking slinkingly.)  Here, the ten year old was smooshed between the two older ones.  It was sexual in nature—and everywhere else, too.
	The boy in the middle didn’t seem to mind.
	The boys doing the smooshing didn’t mind, either!
	At length, the smooshing boy in front went to his knees and SUCKED willingly the smooshed boy in the middle.  The boy behind merely rubbed his cock all over the middle boy’s ass.  After a moment of this,
	“Your turn!” giggled twelve year old sandy haired Alan.
	Ten year old blond haired Caleb looked over his shoulder sheepishly grinning to the other boy.  Alan stood with a raging boner; young Benny slowly knelt down but wasn’t so enthused about cocksucking as had been Alan.
	He did suck, though.
	Afterwards, Caleb was put to his hands and knees.  And while basting in the warm-warm summer sun, twelve year old horny Benny Burntnose fucked him in the ass.  Benny and Alan giggled the whole time—Caleb?  Not so much.  But he didn’t protest all that much, either.  Benny fucked the boy until cumming, then pulled out and wasn’t so thrilled about the “dirty” dong.  Ewewew
	While he dashed off to the water to wash off,
	‘Come here.’
	By the time Benny got his wang cleaned, Alan and Caleb were mindless naked boys in Akia’s pickup.  Benny returned looking all over for his friends,
	‘Come here,’ Akia minded to the boy, ‘join in.’ and leave your clothes, you don’t need them anymore.

People think I’m quiet because I’m shy, but really I’ve been judging them from afar determining if they are fucking retards

	Nora remained mindless, maybe a little too mindless.  It was a little cause for concern—but then again it wasn’t.  Being totally mindless just made it easier to deal with her.  She was most like a zombie.  Unfortunate but it “just made it easier” to deal with her.  Akia found, too, that he could spank her HARD and she didn’t seem to mind and/or notice.

	The boys; Alan, Benny, and Caleb—not so mindless and very muchly were aware of being spanked—HARD.  Once in Akia’s truck it was time to move elsewhere—further away.  Knowing that the remote park and lake therein was a haven for rednecks and other necks of color Akia decided to take his ride to the mountains.
	Access to the mountain of choice was just a few miles before Small Town, the destination of Nora.  The two-lane road wound thru hills that steadily rose up into some very woody rustic mountains.  But not all at once.  First, there was a 4,000 foot “hill” to navigate.  Once topped there was the short pass over the top and down to flat farm-like area between hills.  On the flat spot, nice and sunny, fresh air, scent of horse shit in the air mixing with wild roses and wild weeds, Akia pulled over parking behind a very large boulder.
	He drove naked all the way.
	Like previous MCs, Akia liked boys equally as well as girls.
	Alan Gurglesnot was a nice looking fellow—so was his “fellow.”  Sandy brown hair did this boy have, a very boyish face, small nose, missing a front tooth, too.  And although Alan was a sun worshipper, he was not as tan as his butt buddy, Benny.  Benny had reddish hair, freckles a-plenty, and a tan-tan body.  Ten year old blond hair boy, Caleb Shoesure had a semi tan body but his waist/ass thighs, chest, were very-very muchly in the need of sunshine.
	Akia assessed Alan, looked him over then turned him over on the seat and swatted him.  It was a personal turn-on.  After the first smack—of which the boy was partly aware of, another followed.  Then, ass caressing, squeezing the cheek, and another smack.  Afterwards, Akia lit up a doobie and took a brief break.  He let his mind be free; the summer air was cool—at 3,000 feet.  The proliferation of horse shit was a bummer, but mixed in with the wild roses and wild weeds it was downplayed and not so bad.
	Akia smacked Alan’s ass some more; the boy wriggled as he felt the sting of the smacks.  Akia eyed his scrunched up testicle sac; then parted the boy’s cheeks and began invading his dirt chute.  The boy grunted.  Akia positioned via mind contraption to mindless mind of Benny Burntnose to sit with his business at Alan’s face—his mouth specifically.  Then, Alan began gobbling on Benny’s cock while Akia fucked the boy up the ass.
	No Q&A—but both Alan and Benny were butt buddies and were just beginning to do same to their young dimwit friend they found they could easily coerce into doing just about anything.  Akia found sodomizing Alan was a snug fit, though; he took his friend’s schlong “only so often” as an experimental act.

	When done, Akia emptied some splooge onto the waiting turd in the boy’s chute, the rest anointed Alan’s cornhole, the remainder spilled onto the boy’s cheeks.  Akia lit up another doob, fished out a drink from the console ice chest, then eyed his first catch, Nora, still mindless—and peeing, in the back seat.

Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self esteem, first determine if whether or not you aren’t surrounded by assholes
	Soon and (after all three boys had been thoroughly sodomized) young Caleb was tasked with the proper fucking of Nora.  Akia’s cock was sore.  He smoked another joint, killed an important brew, and watched with glee as the young boy fucked a girl’s pussy quite possibly for the first time—he’s first time.  There was some sort of odd pleasure watching the boy fuck.  And as he fucked, Akia smacked the boy’s young ass, pulled his hairless testicles up thru his legs, and got all giddingly warm inside.
	After Caleb had gone as far as he could, he was replaced by Alan.  The young boy was laid out awkwardly on the driver’s seat, legs up, a little cum oozing out of his ten year old dick.  Akia fondled the boy, sucked him, then spanked him moreso while Alan fucked-fucked-fucked Nora in the backseat.
	Then Benny fucked-fucked-fucked Nora in the backseat.
	Both boys, Alan and Benny, were good cummers. 
	Akia enjoyed watching the boys fuck the girl—he equally enjoyed watching the boys fuck each other.  Spanking the boys was a special thrill in a different category.  With his unique mind altering device he was able to thoroughly very muchly hold the boys from acting out—thusly enabling Akia to spank HARD the boys’ asses.  Caleb he did not spank so hard—he beat red Alan and had Caleb do same to Benny.
	As evening type time came on, Akia moseyed up the second hill which topped at 6,000 feet.  He wasn’t prepared for a camp out but had sufficient supplies to do so if need be.  Taking Millsaw Rd. all the way around to the side of Horngreen Mountain he came to Wildintheass Creek.  There was an impromptu campground off of the main dirt road.  Kinda spooky when the lights were off.  The campsite was not sanctioned by the Forestry or any other in-the-woods entity.  It was a campsite for loggers and woodsmen.  Years earlier when Akia was but a pup he and his father worked the woods and camped at the very campsite.
	It was remote—and spooky.
	A lantern helped shed light on things.  Akia got the dome tent up, a camfire, released the captives’ minds just enough to get them to have sustenance—drink and hot dogs.  Nora cocked her head, made a long strange serious face as her young mind tried to make sense of what was happening.
	‘Don’t worry about it.’ Akia tried to convey.  The girl drank her soda, noshed her dog, but continued to “worry.”  Oh well.  When the dining was done, the young minds were dumbed down “just a tad”.  Nora was laid across Akia’s naked lap and she was spanked.  Not hard, but enough to turn her lily white skin a different shade.  The flickering firelight was nice; the stars above plentiful; the air a bit chilly; and all was right with the world.  Or something like that.
	Benny then came up and onto his knees behind Nora’s burning ass.
	Firstly he licked the cheeks, then the crack, then the hole.
	With a driving hard-on he plunged into the girl’s backdoor and butt fucked her good—all the while being smacked (by Akia) as he did so.  When he came—Akia was spurting his own spew onto the underside of Nora.  The boy pulled out and was giddy as the tingling sensation was pretty good—as good as it was when he had fucked her pussy earlier.
	Alan got the yucky task of licking Nora’s cummy asshole.
	He made a face and very nearly retched up dinner.
	Then he got to fuck the hole he licked.
	By then, Akia was in a bad way.  He got the boys to suck him, starting with Alan; after getting sucked, Nora got fucked.  He blew a magnificent load into her young cunt, didn’t wipe her off but carried her into the tent.  The boys were ushered in and it was lights out and night-night.

*

Merrily we theme along
	She awoke with severe not moderate confusion.  There was dizziness to contend with, ear ringing, and a strange-strange feeling of “what the?”  Time was needed before any sense of reasoning could be established.  Her eyes eventually locked onto the only familiar thing she knew, Mandy.
	Then she realized that she/they were “in transit” as in traveling—moving in a vehicle of some sort.  Her mouth felt icky; if she closed her eyes in a vain effort to clear her fuddled mind—she got dizzy almost to the point of throwing up.  It wasn’t a pleasant experience.  Nor was what came nextly.
	Mandy, Mandy Gagspoon, was a year younger; she was very skinny, lily white, honey blond hair, kind of shy, and when making new friends she did so easily.  Abby had difficulties making new friends, she over tried in making friends.  She was older than Mandy and though she had been in the social peer network of their school it was Mandy who somehow had more friends (and better friends) than Abby had.  Thing was, Mandy was an outsider; she was the new kid at school and had only been in the peer group less than a year.  Kind of irked Abby.  Kinda.

	For some reason, there was a near instant dislike of Mandy Gagspoon.  Abby wanted to like her, despite the girl being a year younger and supposed to be in the 7th grade she was in the 8th grade with Abby’s friends.  A rub against the girl came while pitching softball—Abby, though skinny as a rail, was picked over Abby for the team pitcher.  She also could outrun Abby on the track.
	After a time, Abby noted that they were not alone.
	Two boys sat against a wall; naked boys.
	Abby stared and stared and stared.  “What the—?”
	On the other side of Mandy was another boy, a little younger, also naked.
	Slowly—very slowly, and Abby began to calm down and “get a grip” so to speak.  She realized that she/they were traveling inside a truck; the boys, and Mandy, were sitting on the floorboard behind the front seats of a big sized noisy pickup truck.  The windows were heavily tinted, there was a bit of musty smell to deal with—along with other unpleasant smells and odors.
	There was an air vent in the roof letting in fresh air; outside the windows there was countryside whizzing by.  Country music was on the radio.  There was a driver and a little girl in the front seat; no other adult(s).  Abby felt the need to pee—and other.  Her stomach was queasy; her last memory was—was—was of being at the restaurant for a social gathering.  Her class had read ten zillion books, perfect attendance, bla bla bla.  The reward was a lunch (free!) at a popular trendy social restaurant.
	Abby remembered laughing, chatting, having lunch (free!) with her friends, Mandy way down at the far end of the social table—where she belonged.  Then—then she remembered—nothing.
	Going to the bathroom?  Yeah.  She had to go to the bathroom and excused herself and was—was—was going down the hall.  Just passed the phone bank and—and—and there was this guy.  A guy.  An Asian type guy.  Not too tall.  Thin build.  Leather vest, cowboy boots, short buzz cut 1950s style haircut, earring, typical Asian face.
	That was the last thing she remembered.  Funny how that happens.

	Around Round Mountain, thru the pass of Table Mountain, dirt road thru the woods of Woodlake to avoid a Stop & Search block by the local area sheriff’s department at Kumming Korner at the north end of Deep Lake and Akia Nosoap finally found a place to continue his pursuit of naughty business—with the latest acquisition(s).
	As chance happenings go, chancing up on Abigail Hernose and associate, Mandy Gagspoon, was a chanced happening that happened to chance Akia into a happening happy.  Mandy was a tall skinny white girl with a sunny disposition.  Akia hated people who had “sunny dispositions.”
	Abby was a medium girl whom Akia just wanted to see naked.
	(he wanted to fuck her, too!)
	By the time the truck came to its newest location way-way off the main road and even the main dirt road way-way back in the woods not far from the lake but far enough not to be bothered—it was dark.  Damn dark.  Spooky dark.  Akia had been driving all the day was all the tired (of driving all the day.)  He had acquired, along with the girls) sustenance, some happy smoke, and for no particular reason than it caught his eye at the convenience store where he was acquiring sustenance—a handheld stun gun.
	The gun (for stunning) resembled a cell phone and carried a zolt of 2.2million volts!  It not only stunned but paralyzed!  Akia made the purchase then made for the hills—er, woods.  After a smoke of happy smoke (marijuana) and a non-domestic beer, Akia took Abby out of the truck telling her “take off your clothes.” She had already soiled them by peeing in them and was in a bad way of having to do the other—ye olde Number Two.
	Mandy also had to crap a lotta and had also pissed herself.
	And in no way was Akia finished with Alan, Benny, Caleb or Nora.
	Abby felt sick to her stomach still, the confusion in her mind had not waned one little bit.  She could not comprehend what was going—and seeing her hands operating carrying out the Asian man’s command “take off your clothes” only compounded the confusion.
	Off came her shirt, bra, shoes, and then down came her pants.
	By then the need to crap had intensified.
	No pausing was there, after her jeans were down and kicked off of her feet her panties were slid down and—and—and the man before her was masturbating!  HE was naked!  He was a man and jerking off!  OMG!
	A little fright took over the confusion.
	Then,
	“On your hands and knees.”
	Abby heard the words, knew what they implied, and “knew what they implied.”  She felt helpless but then that need to go to the bathroom consumed her and she complied.
	“Spread your legs.”  then, “Wider.”
	Abby spread her legs wider and by then the act of pooping commencing.  There was no holding back even if she tried.  A steady stream of pee also began to issue but it was one huge lengthy turd that escaped her ass followed by two smaller half sized turds.  The relief was incredible.  She tooted and pushed out one more turd then realized SHE WAS SUCKING THE ASIAN MAN’S COCK!  She was!
	OMG!  WTF!

	Embarrassment was one thing—this shit was impossible!
	Then, after slurping on the man’s cock—not her first time sucking a cock, either, 
	‘Lick her hole.’
	Abby was sure she misheard.
	Mandy Gagspoon was on her hands and knees, legs spread wide—cheeks spread wider.  The offer was made—the statement seemed stern and direct,
	“Lick her hole.”
	Abby shook her head—it was impossible.  There was no way.
	Yes way.
	Akira pressed the newly acquired handheld “convincer” delivering up to 2.2 million zolts and volted Mandy’s ass.  The girl freaked the fuck out and flopped about on the ground like a proverbial “fish out of water.”
	“Now,” said Akia, “lick her hole, or I’ll zap her pussy!”
	Abby licked Mandy’s crapper.  Luckily it was “clean.”

Fuck me  Suck me  Make me write bad checks
	A nice little scene:  Fourteen year old Abby sucking on twelve year old Alan’s cock while twelve year old Benny stuffed the same girl’s ass.  Sitting on a log nearby, the naked Asian man with Mandy occupying space on his lap; Abby could see clearly that the man’s penis was UP into Mandy’s asshole.  His hands had a tight grip on the girl’s lily white ass, squeezing hard the cheeks while he defiled her.
	A little more spanking followed; then it was Abby’s turn.
	Abby’s turn was firstly, though, with the boys; Alan, Benny, and Caleb.
	Akia took his turn thereafter when the girl’s hole was smoldering and leaking a river of sperm from Alan and Benny.  Spanking followed—the boys spanked Abby’s ass; then, while humping her face and mouth, Akia walloped the young girl’s ass seemingly getting off on the deed and how!
	Cum the new morning and the boys were released in a new town hours away in the middle of the night.  But not before being laid across Akia’s lap and spanked HARD.  Then, while sucking on Abby and Mandy’s cunt—they were righteously sodomized.  Seemed the thing to do.
	Abby and Mandy were taken out to a medium sized city some hours further and in the broad of day released therein.  That left little Nora.  Akia went out of state with her, going to a major city arriving in the dead of night whereupon like the others, spanking and fucking before final releasing.
	Akia, thereafter, went about his merry way.

*

Familiar territory
	Watching the girl (spying) was a particular thrill for him; so as it was for the girl’s father—as it would be for most fathers who were “in the closet pervs.”  In her room, on her bed, Hailey Qutekiss laying on her bed with her hand down her unopened/unzipped pants fingering herself ‘neath her panties.  Her nipples were hard, music was playing, and she was “gettin’ after it!”
	Spying on her was her dear sweet daddy—who after a few minutes of spying slipped off to his bathroom whereupon he himself “got after it.”  His teenage daughter was getting after it to the point whereas she risked pushing her pants down.  The unseen “visitor” could take no more.  He was invisible to her sight and moved to her bed.  The thirteen year old had found how to excite her little bud and she was way-way overly stimulated.  So was the unseen visitor.
	An interruption came with a sudden near blinding headache and the mommy figure arriving with dinner and some family friends.  Suited Dmitri who took the interrupted moment to sit quietly in Hailey’s closet where it was quiet, cool, and most of all—dark.  Here he went to sleep not awakening until the wee-wee hours of the night.  Wee-wee ‘cause young Hailey awoke him after returning from the bathroom.  She closed her bedroom door and stuffed some cast off clothing to the door jam at the floor to keep light from being seen.
	Then she shucked her panties and pranced about at 3AM butt bare assed naked, fingering her sex AND—AND spanking her self!  To say the least she had Dmitri Tsugua attention.  Hailey was a nice looking girl—nice brown hair pulled back into a nice long ponytail; spoke distinctly; beautiful blue eyes, short dainty nose, small teeth.
	For thirteen, her breasts were of good size.  She also had a nice teenage body and was very-very nice butt bare assed naked.  She was somewhat naïve to some elements regarding sex; she enjoyed spanking herself, fingering herself, and spreading her legs to watch herself finger herself as she sat on the floor before a floor length mirror right beside the closet doors.
	Dim was pleased.
	Hailey got so off on getting off efforts that she lay down and seriously “got after it.”  
	It couldn’t be helped—Dim let out a moan.	
	Thankfully, though, Hailey was so into her self—her sex, that the utterance was not heard.  Dim slowly calmed himself and let his newly acquired minding abilities swarm over the naked teen.
	‘get on the bed.’ he minded to her.
	Hailey got up from the floor and plopped herself onto her bed.
	Dim emerged from the closet and came onto the thirteen year old.  She wasn’t unique but she had her own uniqueness just the same.  Dim tried to hold back his urges and lay beside the girl, finger her pussy, massage her titties, take the girl in before taking himself into her.
	That lasted about two minutes.
	Turns out, Hailey was not a virgin.  But her experience was not slutty; one horny-horny cousin who paid her ($50) of his own birthday money!  He was fourteen and she was thirteen—this happenstance happening just a couple of months ago.  Twice with the cousin, once with a 7yr old boy she had been babysitting for.
	Nice.

	The fuck of Hailey was awesome!
	A nice snug fitting pussy.  Dim fired off a shot of liquid love in just after a few pumps.  The girl was perfect; her age, her face, her body as a whole.  She was demure to some extent, quiet, a little shy, tall, and was into getting laid but slightly fearful of getting knocked up.  She wasn’t overly ready to have sexual relations but she was curious.
	Oral and anal had yet to be explored.
	A little more intense pumping and Hailey received all of Dim’s offering.
	Definitely did he want to scrog her up the butt.
	Some face fucking would be good; spanking her, taking a shower with her, and spending quality naked time with her on a lengthy sexual basis.  There had been many-many girls in Dmitri Tsugua’s life—too many to mention.  Each girl seemed to be in a category all her own.  Hailey was no exception.
	Dim, at this time, was not quite seventeen years of age and usually had good stamina for sexual engagement.  But Hailey wore him out.  After cumming, he loved on her a little, diddled her pussy, sucked her titties, then retired back to her closet where he slept for hours.
	Upon awakening, he had to take a wicked piss.
	He was also hungry.  Horny was somewhere further down the list.
	A piss was managed, a rummage thru the hamper finding discarded panties thrilled him greatly.  Hailey’s AND her Mom’s.  They “horny” factor was climbing again.  It rose back to the number one spot when entering into the living room finding the family three—Hailey on the sofa working on a report for school on her laptop, parental units One and Two yapping nearby.  Dim knew that Daddy Hank wanted to bone his teenage daughter.  Hailey’s Mom, Leeanne, needed to be boned.  Dim smiled and began to work his mind magic desires.

	‘take off your shirt.’
	Hailey wore a simple gray short sleeved top; she slouched on the sofa, bare feet on the coffee table—she looked so good!  Dim didn’t know what it was about her; she wasn’t strikingly pretty but rather plain.  She had a nice face, small teeth, spoke distinctly, and was horny.  There were, then, attributes Dim appreciated—and wanted to cum on.
	After her top was off so, too, came the bra.
	Daddy Hank gawked anew at his bare chested daughter.  Instant hard-on.
	Instant lust, too.  There was want, desire, and an undying yearning that was akin to ache.  Those titties were nice!  That face!  Her body a whole!  Oh!
	‘take off your clothes.’
	Hailey seemed oblivious to her stripping Dad; she was the Mommy figure.
	Once shed of his clothes and standing upright, Daddy Hank had a hell of a hard-on.  Seepage was already soiling the tip of his penis.  There was strong desire to fuck his daughter’s mouth, his daughter’s friend’s, his daughter’s ass, and finally—of course, his daughter’s cunt.  He had no qualms about sexual interaction with his child; mostly, he thought of just petting her, fingering her, having her jerk him off, letting him rub up against her bare ass.  He never truly thought that she would let him do any of those things—let alone allow him to get off in her mouth.
	‘straddle her chest.’
	Naked Hank moved from the pile of his clothes to his slouched on the couch daughter, straddled her chest, then began humping her sweet face.  It was quite a turn-on and soon he was in her mouth.
 	Of Hailey, ‘suck his dick.’
	Blunt, precise, and to the point.
	Dim’s powers of the mind were enhanced.  He didn’t know how, or why.  He also didn’t care.  He just went with it and Hailey made no hesitation—she started slurping on her Daddy’s dick.  Meanwhile, her mindless Mom standing nearby in the family room in broad daylight began undressing herself.  She wore a layered outfit, an elbow length open sweat shirt with a green undershirt.  She was a slim gal, tall, and very fuckable despite her age being out of Dim’s range.
	Hank spurted into his daughter’s mouth; he pulled out (on his own) and humped her face squirting more cum onto her face and into her hair—and girls HATE cum in their hair!  He came and came and came; his musty hairy nuggets were suckled on stimulating his lust causing even more spunk matter to splatter.
	‘take your pants off.’
	Hank helped his daughter with the removal of her pants.  She was so slender!  Nice long tan legs; she was a runner, basketball player, soccer, and anything outdoor requiring activity.  Hank (and Dim) took a moment to gander at the lovely girl; then, ‘take her panties off!’
	Dmitri stood behind Leeanne with his cock between her legs—he was at the right height to do so and it thrilled him so.  So did watching Hank work off his daughter’s panties.  The girl spread her legs and Daddy Hank “got after it.”  The man needed a little time to recover from the awesome blowjob so he licked and licked; drove his tongue into the girl’s cunt, LICKED HER ASSHOLE, then began rubbing his cock against her pussy.
 	Hailey squirmed some and wriggle a lot as her dear Daddy noshed on her twat.  He licked like an expert!  Dim did no Q&A; he got Leeanne on her hands and knees and entered her from behind while Hank entered Hailey.
	Then,
	As a finale, Hailey lay across her Daddy’s lap to be spanked.
	Dim had had his way with Leeanne; anal and then vaginal.
	When Hailey’s cheeks were glowing, and Daddy Hank’s cock was once more raging hard, the man leaned back into the sofa with his little girl spinning up to straddle him squashing his cock against her body.  Hank smoothed his hands all over his teenage child, admired her, then stuffed her cunt with the cock responsible for giving her life.
	Dim smiled and made alterations to the family—they would continue on with their sexual relationship (moreso on the part of Hailey and her Daddy but with Mommy ok with it.)
	After that, Dim went merrily on his way.