August Moone
Book 9
Chapter 21
And the Saga Continues
More Shorties

Y’know, the world can be amazing (when you’re slightly strange)
Warning, when I say “Bite me” I consider that foreplay
Calling “Shotgun” while sitting in the paddy wagon is a great way to lighten the mood (after being arrested)
Fuck mornings, fuck Monday-Tuesday-Wednesday-Thursday-Friday Mornings, fuck anything “in the morning” that doesn’t involve sleeping, sex, or bacon
I fell out of my wheelchair recently and my life splashed before me eyes and all I saw were skanks and vodka.

Insert goofy game show buzzer sound here
	Another girl Walter knew, Nancy Givesashitt, he most definitely wanted to see naked.  She was a white girl, very pretty, popular, had an amazing voice, and a great personality.  She also acknowledged Walter’s existence on the Earth.  That was a plus.  (and he heard her fart at a pizza party!)
	So, while at the girl’s house hanging loose as an invited friend, and several other girls there also, the opportunity arose whereas the “unseen” Oscar paved the way for Walter to pave his cock—into Nancy’s twat!
	The girl was a virgin—all around!  Nice-nice titties—soft and supple, just right for pawing.  Her poon pie was neatly trimmed and she was only just beginning to find and discover the pleasures of fingering herself.  She wasn’t naïve, however, she well enough knew what a “blowjob” was and even what “cornholing” was.  Seeing boys naked?  Yeah, little boys mostly that she took care of but also boys her age and a little older—boys masturbating and peeing in the woods while at Summer Camp.
	Standing naked in her bedroom and Walter was enamored.  So was Oscar!  The girl was a true beauty; she was in print, too!  A magazine had pictures of her hocking swimwear, skin lotion, hair care products.  She was amazingly beautiful and Walter was amazingly stricken by her.  So was Oscar!

	On her knees she serviced Walter’s dong—then Oscar.  The amazingly beautiful fifteen year old not only knew what a Blowjob was—she knew how to give it, too.  And although she had never done so before—she had amazing talent and “gave head” like an expert.  
	The BJ was the most fantastic thing ever!  Ever!
	Then Walter C stuffed his hard mamba into Nancy’s virgin cunt and it was the most fantastic thing—ever!  His eyes rolled, his toes curled, and he was only part way in!  Shoving his fuck stick in, busting the virgin girl’s cherry, and Walter C shuddered all over.  Oscar caressed and then spanked the boy’s butt, squeezed the cheeks, then sat back on his heels to watch the fuck action take place.
	Using the girl’s own panties she was cleaned up.  And while Walter stood by in a sexual funky frenzy, Oscar took his turn.  The girl’s cunny had just been busted so the fuck of her was not “sloppy seconds.”  Some care was taken in delving into the girl’s cunny; cupping her ass the man gently entered her finding orgasm just seconds away.  A final push and spunk matter was spurting.  There was no stopping it and so he didn’t.
	Thrusting over and over and the girl received her own orgasm.  Her nipples hardened and the juices of her pussy soaked her bed.  Oscar fucked her slow—until such time as he had no choice but to submit to the wiles of sexual progress.  The girl bucked beneath him; her beautiful face screwed up indicating confusion.
	Her asshole was equally virginal but the power of the EMAD was taxed so breeching that hole would have to wait until another time.  A bit o’ rest, fondling the girl, cleaning her up, some spanking, lifting her legs and prodding the last remaining virgin territory, gliding against her fresh fucked slit, squirting spunk up along her stomach clear to those bodacious teenage ta-tas—all cumulated to being over sensed and over sexed.
	This led to the defiling of Nancy’s 6 year old sister.
	She was downstairs in the kitchen.  The EMAD had successfully mind zapped the other girls there plus Nancy’s Mom.  The little girl should have been left alone, by rights, but Oscar was a pervert so there’s that.  And Walter?  Did he care of Trisha was merely six years young?
	No.
	He did kinda, but, he did kinda/sorta want to see her undressed.  What would follow thereafter was unknown.  But already jazzed by sex with Nancy and just about anything goes.  Oscar smiled—he had gotten the boy to have intimate sexual relations with Theo—so what was one more perversion?
	With the mind altering device taxed to its limit Oscar had to play it slowly.  How far—just how far would Walter go?  In the mouth?  Sure.  In the little girl’s pussy?  Hmmm—iffy.  Up the ass?  Probably not.  Oscar was cool with that.  He lowered the little tyke’s knee length britches to begin with.
	Bright yellow panties greeted the two onlookers.  Oscar stole a moment to ogle and admire.  Then he gently lowered the pretty panties and marveled at the smooth six year old pussy.  Fuck Walter!  Oscar was having first dibs!  All he did, though, was lay the tyke down, remove her pants and panties, open her legs, and have at it—licking her pussy to his delight until such time as when he had to hammer his schlong.  Then he laid said schlong against the youngster’s pussy and humped.  No entry, no penetration—just humped until squirting a massive wad of spunk.  

And then there was Bridgett the Midget
	“I once knew a gal named Bridgett
	  She was not very tall—she was in fact a Midget
	  She could drink a pint and think herself a giant
	  All the while she rode my widget!” 

	I DID once knew a girl named Bridgett; she was short like me, a midget.  She was sweet and sassy—my kind of lassie!  And upon my widget she DID fidget!  There’s nothing like sex with a Little Person.  The gals, the guys, we’re awesome!  Like furious rabbits, dogs, emus, goats—we fuck like crazy as if it’s our last time fucking.  Go out with a bang!  Hardcore humping; lots of screaming, banshees flee in fear as we get going and holler out “I’m cumming!”
	I’ve never minded being undertall, short, height challenged; both my parents were of full size—and me Dad was a porker!  Dwarfism is one name for me shortness but I got dubbed several other unkind names as I wondered thru life—“little guy” “kick stand”  “wee one”  “inch high”  “fun size”  “pie eye” “no legs Reg” (which is my given name) “smurf”  “gnome” and “runt”.  To which I’ve summarily retorted “well, at least I can smell you’re Momma’s cunt from this here!” of which I usually got my ass kicked.  I also popped back when the names came calling “How can you be so rude when your mother’s cunt smell’s so sweet!”
	Got pummeled good for that one—but it was worth it.
	Ah, Bridgett.  Found memories of that gal; she was a little kinky—liked to do the nasty in public places—in the backseat of the car while a mate was driving—usually down the M5.  We’ve done some buggering on that famous wheel overlooking the Thames, and then in some public buildings—museums and theatres.  Did we get caught?  Almost.  And that made what we were doing all the better—it jazzed up Bridgett.  She got off on “almost” getting caught.  She was truly an amazing gal.

	Another “Bridgett” there was, coming nicely into Theo (and Oscar’s) path.  She was sixteen, 110 cm (a little over 43 inches) and of average weight for that height.  Long-long silky flaming red hair.  And for a Little Person she was quite pretty and not so gangly as some of us folk of that nature seem to be.  She had an elongated face but was still quite charming and not unpleasant to look at—or gaze upon whilst she wore a one piece bathing suit.  She was an excellent swimmer and despite shortened limbs did well athletically speaking in the realm of gymnastics.
	And that was where Walter and Oscar saw her—in the high school gymnasium.  Walter was smitten—and intrigued.  Oscar had been with a Little Person before—and she was wild in the sack!  And on the counter, bathroom floor, dinning table, front porch, back porch, swimming pool, ski lift…
	Walter (and invisible sidekick, Oscar) first encountered at a high school basketball game.  It was early evening and Walter had had enough of studying and being the persona of a “good boy” he could stand.  He needed a break and a high school basketball game was just the thing.  Theo was hangin’ with his family.
	Although the cheerleaders were the main focus of Walter’s attention he also found Bridgett the Midget something to watch, too.  She was 110 percent enthusiastic about her basketball team.  She was amazing to watch—despite shortened limbs, shortened stature, she had dynamite bodacious teenage titties.  They bounced, jiggled, wiggled, and fascinated Walter—and Oscar—as she jumped up and down in her seat screaming at the team encouraging them to come back from a 15-point deficit.  Her antics were salacious but did little to help her team.  Still, though, the sophomore proved her worth and got the entire area around her cheering and rooting for the lackluster team unable to sink the basketball.
	After the game—and the score was reminiscent of how old people fuck (slow and sloppy) Oscar enthused his young prodigy to greet/meet Bridgett.  There was chaos after the game—lots of people goofing about, farting, drinking, drinking stuff they shouldn’t be drinking, smoking, smoking stuff they shouldn’t be smoking, and fucking.  Most of the stuff the student body “shouldn’t” be doing was doing under the indoor bleachers.  Walter was embarrassed as he saw the naughty business going on—in his mind he saw Bridgett naked and it blew his mind.  There many-many-many fine young damsels who were far-far better in the looks department than Bridgett, but Walter was smitten by her so…
	After clumsily working his way thru his introduction he offered to walk her to the on-campus concession stand “I’ll buy.” he said in a grown up manner.  Bridgett excepted, she was still hyped by the game, a little sweaty, and a conquest Walter just had to conquer.
	And conquer he did—after a while of hem-hawing, jawing, eating treats, yapping at about the game; dissing teachers, friends, family, etc.  Then they casually made their way to the not-so-lit tennis courts and to the back parking lot.
	There were dangers about doing the freaky out in the open, on school grounds—dogs, sprinklers, passerbyers, sneaky spiers and the like.  None of that mattered or very little crossed their minds as they found a likeable suitable place between the elms to shed their clothes and admire one another in the half moon moon light.  The setting were serene if not sublime.  The air was warm but not unpleasant.  Walter had no idea what it was like to fuck a Little Person, Bridgett was the only one on campus.  He knew of her, had seen her, heard her, was aware of her.  There were no stray thoughts of ever seeing her naked let along shoving his bone into her.
	And though Walter was the guy and the guy usually—USUALLY takes the helm in these matters (such as fucking, spankings, oral, anal, what have you) once shed of his clothes he found the tables turned and Bridgett in control.  No matter, whatever.  
	It was a little awkward; Walter unsure of how to proceed.  Bridgett, however, was in command—especially when she grabbed holt of his dangling nuggets.  She smiled all the while as she fondled his balls; then lovingly she wrapped her fingers about his elongated mamba and pleased the boy like no other hand—even his own—had done.  The girl was talented!  Expertly she thumbed the piss slit strengthening his schlong even more.  Then—THEN she was going down on him sucking him like no mouth had ever done!
	She could suck the chrome off a ’56 Chevy’s bumper!
	
	Walter didn’t know quite what to think about Bridgett.  Naked and she was—a little strange looking.  Not unpleasant to look at, but she was way different than other girls.  But she had a dynamite personality, she could suck dick like no other girl could suck dick, and she had a “snappin’ pussy!”
	On his back and did Bridgett the Midget move onto the bewildered boy.  She was in full command and it was alright with Walter.  It was odd, strange, weird, and at first a little uncomfortable.  Then Bridgett the Midget sunk her cunt down onto his cock and all worries, concerns, misgivings, and everything else disappeared in a sweet release.  As the girl fully took command of the interlude every unfounded fear he had melted into peace.  The serenity swelled within him and for a time he was awash in a sea of ecstasy.
	And back to Theo—also “awash in a sea of ecstasy.”  But not with a Little Person (although she WAS little.  To show the amazing powers of the EMAD, Oscar had left lingering remnants of his desires in the Elbathtub family, specifically Kassie and Trianna.  There hadn’t been sufficient time to mess with the minds of the other two girls, Elissa and Ebony.  But their times was coming—
	But first!

Messing around
	When the “timing was right”—parents out of the house and the other unaffected siblings, Theo and his infected—er, affected siblings “messed around.”  Dancing naked was one thing they enjoyed—dancing the boogaloo, the jig, the jive, the “mess around” and all the top 1960’s pop/rock mostly black entertainer songs.  It was a blast.  To run amok naked in the two-story brownstone upscale house, to dance naked everywhere—especially in their parents’ room, then to fuck in virtually every room possible—especially in their parents’ room.  It was a blast.
	In their parents’ room there was the most messing around going on.  While a particular black soul singer most popular in the ‘60s & ‘70s belted out a tune called “do the mess around”, Theo doggie styled his little sister, Kassie while Trianna lay underneath watching “up close and personal.”  She played with Theo’s dangling swishing balls, licked her sister’s cunt, fingered herself, and was none the wiser that her mind had been electronically assaulted.
	Theo drilled his ten year old sister’s cunt—and asshole.  One hole after another, pumping furiously for several intense pumps then spanking the girl’s ass before drilling the other hole.  Finally he came and strands of his spunk were like a spider’s web and dripped down onto Trianna’s face.  She suckled her brother’s sweaty musty balls as well as licked her sister’s slicked up cum laden pussy.
	With his dick still hard thirteen year old Trianna took a squat and settled herself down onto her brother as he lay out on the thick carpeted floor.  Theo moaned, his eye lids fluttered and he groaned as his cock fully was intensed.  Trianna giggled and commandingly took over the sexcapades clenching her hot pussy while her sister lay off to one side—steam rising from her lithe young body.  She lay giggling, blushing, and watching in measured mesmerent as her brother and sister were sexually engaged.
	Mostly it was her brother in seemingly agony as Trainna was in commanding command.  She worked her sex up to the point where Theo’s schlong nearly popped free, then she slid back down clenching her cunt muscles sinking herself all the way down his member and doing so s-lo-w-l-y.  At length, though, the girl was intensely enthused as was her horny brother and began moving her hips up and down faster and faster.
	Gripping Trianna’s thrashing hips and Theo tried to retake command of the situation.  Didn’t work.  There was only the 120 percent enthusiasm of orgasm thriving thru him with little else for little else.  All there was was to fuck—to fuck and cum.  Mostly to cum.  Theo was brought right to the brink of orgasm but so far that day he had cum—four times!  He was spent.  His cock tingled like never before!  Earlier that day, before dawn, before his parents stirred, he and Kassie were hard at it—in the back yard—fucking!
	Then, in the basement with Trianna.  Fucking!
	Then, in the kitchen on the family breakfast table—fucking!  Both his sister naked!  He licked their cunnies then stuffed them for a few minutes of intense fucking.  The next session was in the parental bedroom—fucking!  He couldn’t get enough.  He began spanking his sister’s ass and finding intrigue watching her teenage titties jiggle and bounce.  He was captivated and temporarily allowed his orgasm to wane.
	Trianna slammed her hot cunt down onto her brother’s bone regaining his attention.  Theo regained command of the fuck session, too.  In a sudden burst of energy he moved to switch places and resume his position as “on top”.  Bringing Trianna’s legs up with her ankles on his shoulders he began to power fuck his sister giving her shoulder rug (carpet) burns.
	Then there was trouble—
	As Theo and Trianna reinvigorated themselves in the hall bathroom Theo used mostly—the sound of the front door could be heard.  It was Kassie who heard the door as she was sitting on the toilet having a good pee.  There was no time to flee to their rooms and he “innocent”.  Kassie began to freak, Theo grabbed her and flung her into the shower.  The shower was fairly large having a vinyl curtain rather than a glass door.
	“Our clothes!” whimpered Trianna.
	The kids’ clothes lay scattered on the floor of their parents’ bedroom were the naughty incestuous festivities had begun.  Theo’s mind raced as he thought of a plan.  There was none.  There was no excuse he could come up to explain to “whoever” had come home unexpectedly unannounced as to why his clothes and his sisters’ clothes were in the bedroom.
	It was not, however, Parental Unit One or Two but seventeen year old sibling Elissa AND moved-out-of-the-house, Ebony.  The girls’ voices could be heard giggling—and calling out for various household members, especially parent units One and Two.
	No answer.
	So, crouching a the bathroom door the naked siblings huddled listening.
	Elissa and Ebony came up the stairs finding no one on the lower level.  They chatted, giggled, and walked right passed the closed hall bathroom.  Theo let out his breath but his naked wet sisters kept their breaths in.  How much of the electronic wizardry had there been to affect Elissa’s mind wasn’t for sure known, none had been done unto the twenty-one year old, Ebody.
	After a couple of long minutes Theo opened the door.
	With no sign of the intruding sisters he sneaked out.  His cock was still mighty hard, steaming, and still reeling from the intense fucking he had had that day with pending intent on more.
	Then he smelled it.  An odor.  A familiar odor.  Marijuana!
	Theo was aware—very aware—that his two older sisters smoked a blunt “now and then.”  Mostly it was Elissa who he was aware of but assumed Ebony did so as well.  She was very-very smart, Ebony, was; a Princeton girl.  She was supposed to follow her father the lawyer but instead had opted to run an “outdoor” business with her boyfriend.  She had burned out on schooling and lost interest in the higher pursuit of status.
	The source of the Happy Smoke wafted from Elissa’s bedroom.  Before Ebony moved out the two had shared that room.  Theo crept lightly (and nakedly) down the hall to the suspected bedroom.  The scent of the pot was strong and he was virtually getting “high” just from the fumes.
	Upon hearing the girls giggling he paused at the door and contemplated.
	He could just “open the door” and bust them; he could hold the information for a later time (blackmail); or enjoy the serene moment taking in the information for himself as insight.
	Then he heard footsteps approaching and barely had time to race back to the bathroom.  Trianna and Kassie nearly got bowled over as Theo dashed in—and luckily there was a bunched up towel on the floor to prevent Theo’s slamming the bathroom door giving them away.  The girls dashed into the shower with Theo behind them.
	After a minute and no intrusion Theo slipped out and back to the door.
	Some wicked acid-like rock was screaming out of Elissa’s bedroom.  The door was wide open.  Theo waited another minute before easing out and seeing that their parents’ bedroom door was open.  Hmmm  Had he closed it when dashing out of it earlier?  Hmmm
	Then he heard voices.  Ebony and Elissa were in their parents’ bedroom, kind of a standard no-no in the Elbathtub household—when parents not home STAY OUT OF THE BEDROOM.  So much for that rule.  Theo darted back into the bathroom just as the sounds of the girls got close.
	Barely had he time to close the shower curtain when did Ebony come into the hall bathroom.  She could have very well used her parents’ bathroom but for some reason she came to the hall bathroom—the one she had used most her life anyways.  Copping a squat on the pot she firstly farted then the sound of a long hard piss could be heard.
	She was as high as fuck—so she stated to her sister, Elissa, who had followed her in.  “I’m as high as fuck!”
	Elissa giggled then moved to the sink to brush her hair and “pop a zit.”
	Ewewe
	She also farted.
	They were also naked.
	Oh!
	Finally, with “business” concluded, the two miscreant sisters departed.  Checking, and Theo saw them re-enter their bedroom.  The door shut giving the other siblings the chance to escape the bathroom, grab their clothes, make for their own bedrooms, dress, then escape elsewhere leaving Ebony and Elissa none the wiser.
	Later on,
	“Better tell Mom you’ve been swimming.”
	Elissa looked to her brother with a bewildered stare.
	“Why?” she said.
	Whispering so as only she could hear, “Cause your eyes are stoned!”
	The eyes were the gateway to the soul—someone said that.
	(it’s in the Bible me thinks, Psalms; me Mum had to read it (the Bible) to me ‘cause every time I went to touch the Good Book—it burst into flames.  Probably an omen of some kind.)
	Elissa made way to the bathroom and was horrified to see that her eyes told the tale—she was stoned.  Or bad been.  And her Mother being a doctor?  No way to explain but a heavily chlorinated swimming pool.  Oscar had fond memories of “getting stoned” with his three cousins, Mary Ellen, Kathy Anne, and Debbie Lynn.  Debbie was the oldest, Mary the youngest.  And at one time, when Oscar was the ripe old age of ten, he had a hellacious sexual experience with all three girls, plus one!
	Of course, smoking dope and heavy drinking were involved.  Of course!
	The “plus one” was a family friend of the cousins.  Oscar lived a block away and thru the hot scorching summers often got invited to the cousins’ house to swim in their pool.  Usually this was done when the girls’ parents, his aunt/uncle were not home as there was a feud between his parents and them.  Anyways, often times they swum naked, skinny dipped.
	Then the girls got a little braver and offered their young cousin, then ten years young, to smoke a joint with them.  Oscar was hip and enjoyed the blunt as much as he enjoyed swimming naked!  He was not naïve and well aware of his naked cousins but not quite into the sexual attraction.  Oscar was just entering the realm of “self-pleasuring.”  He humped his bed, pillow, hand, bed, and had beginning thoughts of humping girls.  Seeing his cousins naked helped out a lot.  A lot!  Mary Ellen was thirteen and a half years young; Kathy Anne firm at fifteen; Debbie Lynn was almost eighteen.
	All three had good bodies; dark hair, dark poon pies, and their bodies as a whole had been gently kissed by the sun.  Kathy Anne had the biggest titties, Debbie Lynn had the smallest despite being the oldest.  Mary Ellen’s hooters were “just the right size.”

	One day and Oscar found “Jessica” also included in the no-parent-at-home festivities.  She was in the girls’ shared bedroom upon Oscar’s arrival.  The stench of marijuana was heavy in the room.  Oscar took the offering and then it was suggested that he “get naked” right then and there.
	Jessica, a year or so younger than he, lay somewhat stoned herself on Mary Ellen’s bed.  There was a twin size bed and then a bunk bed, Mary Ellen and Kathy Anne had the bunk bed with Kathy Anne having the upper bunk.  It was suggested to Jessica, too, to “get naked.”  The little girl wore bright red knit-like shorts and a thin pinkish tank top.  She had lovely blond super curly hair—and no titties!  Oh well.  Oscar stripped off his clothes and stood with a partial boner.
	The boy was then encouraged to “get on top” of Jessica.
	After smoking half a joint he did so.
	Grinding his cock against Jessica’s cunt enthused him like no flat surface ever did!  The concept of “fucking”, though, wasn’t with him.  He grinded and grinded until little Jessica whispered “he’s not in.”
	He’s not in?
	He’s not in!
	Oscar lay practically on Jessica not quite in the norm for “fucking.”  Cousin Mary Ellen giggling and blushing helped “guide” her young cousin into the fine art that was inserting his mediocre prong into Jessica’s not quite virgin pussy.  She rubbed his ass and gingerly raised his hips then with her fingers about his pencil-like dick eased it into the awaiting slit.
	Oscar eased in and was immediately taken by the extreme pleasure than suddenly swarmed over him.  ‘holy fucking ape shit, Batman!’ the pumping came naturally and as he did so cousins One-Two-Three equally got naked.

	The orgasm shimmer.  The explosion of cumming was something akin to a rollercoaster ride—exhilarating!  And then some.  A lot some.  Like an earthquake, though, it was temporary.  Like an illicit drug, it was wanted more so many times over.  It began young Oscar’s pursuit of sex in all its glorious ways.  All of them.
	While he shuddered his first in-the-pussy orgasm, Mary Ellen smacked his ass.  She was “high as fuck” and spanked her young cousin’s arse until he cried out.  Not so much in anguish but the sting of the smackings was getting to be a bit much.  Cousins Kathy Anne and Debbie Lynn were taking shots of their dad’s “special” whiskey.  Why it was “special” wasn’t known to Oscar but he later learned in life that it was illegal moonshine.

	Anyways, Oscar creamed into Jessica’s tight as fuck snatch box.  How many dicks had been in there he didn’t know—not that it mattered.  He fucked until he was well contented then he fucked a little more squirting his young boy cum up the girl’s belly and chest.  When he lay off to one side up against the wall his cum shooter shot off another strand of spunk splattering onto Mary Ellen’s titties. 
	Mary Ellen giggled and as a slightly disgruntled Jessica wiped Oscar’s spunk off (using his underwear to do so) she was encouraged to suck Mary Ellen’s titties licking off the cum splatter.  She did and Oscar got to rub his cock against Jessica’s ass.
	Kathy Anne passed out.
	Debbie Lynn followed.
	Mary Ellen got the munchies and with Jessica in tow went to the kitchen leaving Oscar behind.  Oscar lay askew on the bed fondling his steaming schlong eyeing his passed out naked cousins.  No “unseen” culprit was about with (or without) an electronic device.  Oscar acted on his own.  He wasn’t prone to be “evil”; he had broken some school windows, bashed some mailboxes, pissed into gas tanks, helped himself to a bottle of soda from the open side of the delivery truck—that one with cousin Kathy Anne.  But as pure evil?  No, he wasn’t in bashing puppy dogs, shaving cats, or hurting anyone—people or animals.  Firecrackers in a mailbox?  Sure.  Potato stuffed into the tailpipe of a car?  Yep.
	But evil?  Not so much.
	Deviant was a totally different avenue.
	Not knowing when Mary Ellen, or Jessica, would return—or caring, Oscar quickly slid onto the passed out Kathy Anne sliding his cock into her cunt.  Whether or not she was a virgin he didn’t know.  Didn’t care.  He pumped quickly straining his ears to hear telltale footfalls.  Sweat dripped off of him as he pumped vigorously.
	The cum off came in under three minutes.  The sensation was more incredible than doing Jessica!  He shuddered like before but then his toes curled up, too!  There was a strange tingling sensation that swept thru his body instilling upon his mind that there was nothing better than fucking.  Chocolate cake, hot pudding, a girl in her panties, hearing a girl fart, seeing a girl get bare assed spanked—none of that shit.  Fucking.  Fucking and cumming—that was all that mattered.
	After the cum blast, and hearing Mary Ellen and Jessica giggling, Oscar quickly pulled away.  Then, seeing his mess smeared on his cousin’s cunt he grabbed his already soiled cum stained underwear and swiped her clean—just in time.  As he breathlessly resettled himself Mary Ellen appeared bringing a small dish of ice cream.

	Somehow and Elissa managed to avoid direct eye-to-eye contact with her Mother.  Later that night and Elissa found Theo in the kitchen snacking.  Other than fucking, Theo liked to snack.
	“I didn’t get a change to tell you,” the not-so-stoned-now girl said, “but thanks.” She was a little leery, apprehensive; but relieved that her brother didn’t take charge of the potentially devastating situation and rat her out.  As siblings, they often found ways to get the other in some sort of trouble.  But ratting out a sib for an offense like smoking pot—very bad for relationship.  Having siblings meant having a backup, a cover, a ride, and an excuse if need be.
	Theo shrugged it off, smiled, and polished off his snack.
	A few days later and apparently Elissa was still bothered by almost getting busted—and her brother knew what “stoned” eyes looked like.  So, after finding him in the kitchen a little after midnight (again),
	“Do you smoke?” she asked.  And it was not in reference to Camels, Slims, or Newports.
	Theo grinned, blushed, and chowed on some frosty cereal.
	Elissa grabbed a bowl but didn’t fill it with anything.  She sat down at the table and seemed “lost in thought.”  Chewing her lip she asked,
	“You and Cockroach?”
	Theo shrugged, “Sometimes.” And smoke his pole, too!
	Elissa nodded she understood that—it was a given.
	“You and Michelle?” Theo asked, Michelle being Elissa’s best friend.
	“Sometimes.” She giggled.
	“Good shit?”
	“Most times.”
	“Me, too.” Theo said not so enthused.  He knew little about weed, bongs, and all the names of the whacky shit.
	“Do you got any?” Elissa asked seemingly hopefully.
	“Nah, smoked it already!”
	“And you didn’t share!” Elissa nearly shrieked she’d been left out.
	“You weren’t here!” Theo smiled.
	He had a hell of a smile, Elissa had to admit.
	When he stood up taking his bowl to the dishwasher—it was so noted he had a hell of a hard-on, too!  The boy was clad in his pajamas, a striped blue set—no undies.  His penis was erect and poking out like a banana and very prominent Elissa could see.
	“Damn, Theo!” Elissa exclaimed, “Who you thinking about?”
	Naturally and Theo was embarrassed.  He shielded his pronounced prong but it was a little late.  Elissa kept interest and was not embarrassed.
	“You want to smoke some shit?”
	Do Catholic Priests like little boys?  Do bears in the woods like soft furry rabbits?  Do Jews like money?  Elissa fetched some “shit” telling her brother it was Purple Haze.  She also had a baggie of Maui and Purple Kush.  Theo was impressed.  Not too mention astounded.  Was his sister a Pusher or simple User?  A Dealer?  A Transporter?  Whatever.  In the backyard they lit up and toked.
	Laying on their backs giggling at the stars and Elissa reached over resting her hand haphazardly-like on her brother’s still erect erection.
	Theo froze.  This was new.
	“God damn,” his sister blurted, “how big is it?”
	Theo couldn’t answer, he was stymied.
	The girl began feeling of her brother’s prong, squeezing it as she went up and down the lengthy prong finding the base and then the tip before assessing that indeed—her brother had a long dong!  Slowly and the happy smoked filled girl slipped her hand under her brother’s pajamas finding his hard cock at the ready.
	Theo tensed—all thoughts dispersed in an unequal pattern.  The stars above him faded erupting into a galaxy wide spread of blinking lights that slowly disappeared revealing a pair of jiggling orbs.
	His sister’s titties!
	Elissa was sitting on him!
	Theo grinned, suppressed a fart, then realized that she was naked and squashing his beef stick.  Awesome!  And from squashing to wriggling.  Then she moved her cunt up and down the length of the dong before gliding it expertly into her sex.  Theo’s mind was blown.  He shuddered.  His ass clenched, his balls cinched, and a squirt of unprotected cum blasted hotly into his sister’s twat.
	The fuck was on.
	
	‘would you have sex with your brother if you could?’ and he was (of course) willing.
	Ebony was stunned inside and out at the intrusive question.  The reply was a resounding NO.  She smoked dope, cheated on an exam—once; had sex with her boyfriend’s best friend—once; took money from her Mom’s purse—more than once; got a tattoo on her butt cheek (and planning one on her poon, too!)  But she was not into sibling fucking!
	Well, not until…
	‘you want to see your brother naked.’
	And,
	‘you want to play with his cock (and balls.)’
	Along with,
	‘you want to suck & fuck your brother.’

	Ebony took the implanted commands, deciphered them, digested them, then followed up on them bringing Oscar Toadinmypants’ family intrusion to its full climax.  Well, not fully—there was a bit more.  Just a bit.
	Like,
	Before Ebony enacted on her implanted thoughts of engaging incestuously with her brother there was Clair—the mother.  Now, Clair was indeed a fine woman.  Her skin was a smooth light chocolate brown, soft complexion, incredible eyes, fantastic smile, and a general appeal that was sexual.  She was one fine specimen of a woman.
	And although Oscar had desires for young stuff he did set aside those yearnings for the occasional hottie such as Clair.  And strangely, as it turns out, she was more susceptible to accepting electronically implanted naughty notions than Ebony!  With Ebony, about a week and weekend to fully implement the notions of naughtiness; with Clair, three days.
	Whether or not the fine woman had harbored sexual tendencies regarding her only son was not known but Oscar determined that she had.  There, too, were inklings of same unnatural wants regarding Theo’s best friend, Walter.  Oh!  The woman had potential!  She was a professional woman, a doctor!  She sang in her church’s choir, was a pillar of the community, well respected, a mother, a wife, in the “high income” bracket, and had fantasies of getting double dicked by her son and his chum!
	Awesome!
	Of course, timing was everything.  Certain people in the house had to be out—and others in.  For their first encounter, Oscar decided that it should be Mother and Son only.  That took another two days; the three girls still in the house went to girlfriends house to spend the night while lawyer daddy went out of town on business.  This left Mother and Son alone.  (well, sort of alone…there’s Oscar lurking in the dark)
	After dinner, some chit-chat, Clair retired to her bedroom and private bath for a long relaxing needful soak in the tub.  Theo made for his room, got naked, masturbated, but held off jerking off.  Selecting his Mom’s panties from his collection he laid the silk beige garment on his bed and positioned himself on it.  Then, spanking himself he humped the panty thinking of putting it to his Mom.
	Theo had no compunction about the illicit deed.  On his own, yeah—if he could have sex with his very own mum he would.  If she were willing, he was very willing.  Oscar had very little in the way of weaving his electronic web in Theo.  Oscar left Theo to continue his lust and traipsed to the bathroom where Clair was very muchly relaxed.  She was very easy to mind manipulate at that point.  Oscar had no prob continuing to insert programming regarding her interludes with her son.
	On her bed, and after Oscar had had first dibs making love to her, Clair lay in wonderlust receiving more electronic input.  The woman’s poon was deliciously snug despite repeated birthings and occasional boinkings from hubby.  She was readily accepting of dick and often did so infacto fantasize about getting dicked by her son!  Oscar’s schlong satisfyingly satisfied her.  Clair’s cunt very well indeed satisfied him!  He tried go at it slowly but after a few pumps he was “all in.”
	Clair was definitely a fine creature.  Long, tall, proportioned “just right.”  And that pussy!  Oscar ached—and thought of how much Ebony’s cunt was possibly going to be.  A second boinking was required; this time he did go at the doings slowly so as to take in the woman’s body as a whole.  Every curve of her he felt; sweat rivered off their naked bodies and Oscar felt his mind baking.
	Sometime later and in wandered Theo—on his own!
	Oscar lay still not sure if he was “visible” or other.
	“Sorry, Mom,” Theo said apologetically, “I didn’t know you were there.”
	Hmmm, it’s her bedroom, where the fuck else was she supposed to be?
	“It’s alright, son,” she said in her sweet mommy voice, “I’m just resting.”
	…and sweating, reeling, cumming.
	Theo lingered at the partially opened door.  He was naked.  His mommy was naked.  The unseen Oscar was naked.  I’m naked while writing this.  You read it—you cant unread it.  Picture if you will—a four foot Little Person, in motorized wheelchair, butt bare assed naked.  Picture it.  Picture it—I got a thick black beard, too.  Stubby arms, stubby legs, stubby “stubby.”  Picture it—
	Theo slowly backed away—
	“You don’t have to leave, Theo.” Clair said.  The words trembled on her lips.  The room was dark save for the light from the bathroom.  That light cast a dim shadow on the bedroom.  The air conditioner blowing its cooling breeze thru the vents made the only sound—save for Oscar’s heart pounding near out of his chest.
	With slow intent did Theo traipse into the room—his fully erect cock leading the way.   And it was like slow motion in progress watching as Theo mounted his Mother.  Clair gently placed her hands on her son’s body, caressing him gently as he eased his teenaged cock into her womanly cunt.  One of them moaned.  The process of progress progressed slowly; their illicit lovemaking steamed the very air about them.  Moans came from the two of them—as well as from Oscar himself!
	Theo slowly lay on his Mother moving just his hips.  Clair wrapped her arms, and then her legs, about her naked naughty son and the proverbial fuck was on!  Slowly.  There seemed to be no hurry and the two engaged sexually for several minutes before the proverbial lust consumed them leading to the only thing that mattered—cumming.
	It was a blissful unionship cumulating with a shared eruption that was orgasmic!  Clair announced (loudly) that “I’M CUMMING!” Theo made similar statement.  The two became one as their arms and legs became akimbo; they rolled on the bed, tossed this way and that, and entered into that special realm that only dogs (male dogs mainly) seem to enjoy.
	And immediately after shared orgasm they were doing it again.
	This time with more passion.
	They were kissing and pawing one another and humping whilst on their sides.  Then Clair was on top taking command bringing her son to a new level of ecstasy.  They did more—much more than “simple fucking.”  They meshed and rolled thrashing about madly until cumming into a fantastic explosion that zapped their energies totally.
	Did a little something for Oscar, too.

*

The spree
	In the misty moonlight, evil lurked lurkingly.  At a popular megamart parking lot a young girl caught the attention of Bullet Ramshod.  (remember Bullet?  Previous chapter)  The Target wore non-jean type pants, kind of loose, turquoise in colour, and a paisley shirt that was kind of a size larger than she was and that hid the fact whether or not she had any titties.  She did have long curly light brown hair, glasses, and about eleven years young—or so.
	A light misty rain had descended upon the lot and regardless of inclement weather the parking lot was full.  Bullet, and trusty sidekick, Zane, sat in his big ass American truck watching with full intent.  Zane’s attention wandered, though; he had thoughts of other vehicles, other people, the rain, the moon…
	Bullet’s attention was solely on the Target.
	The Target was not alone, there were several others; kids and adults, teens, all milling about a large family SUV armed with packages and scrambling to be first to get in and out of the misty rain.  The SUV was parked some spaces from the annoying parking lot light standard; it was early evening but the misty rain had brought foreboding clouds making the area kind of dark and gloomy.
	When the parental units were on the other side of the large non-economy vehicle Bullet made his move.  His fingers danced expertly on his Device directing the Target to move in a maze-like configuration around the various vehicles—especially the big ones.  When she arrived at his own he opened the secondary passenger door behind the primary driver’s door.  The light that usually came on when any door of the vehicle open had been disabled—for just such purposes.
	The Target was escorted in quickly and lain down on the floorboard.
	In the side mirror as Bullet negotiated his way out of the mega lot he saw frantic members of the Target’s family racing around the vehicles where he had just been.  The space he had left had been quickly occupied.  He thought of the megastore’s security cameras but the lot space was fairly far away, garden department, and the weather played a role, also.  He’s having the Target maneuver around the vehicles and then duck down seemingly “disappearing” among the larger vehicles helped as well.
	At the stop light Bullet reached back to pat the girl’s butt, give it a squeeze, then moseyed on to a more secure locale.  Sidekick Zane was none the wiser of being not quite himself.  Bullet had expertly “fixed” the boy’s mind that what he was doing was perfectly A-OK.  Perfectly.  And Bullet was far from “done” with the boy, his sister, mother, and the best friend, Wayne.
	At the secret/hidden locale by the river and the abandoned warehouses Bullet and Zane moved into the extra cab space behind the main seats.  A curtain was drawn for security purposes, the side windows were heavily tinted adding extra security.  A bit o’ light to illuminate the situation and it was “down to business”.  The eleven year old (who turns out was actually ten) was stood up and firstly looked over.  The girl’s name was Amelia.  Her favorite color was purple; eye glass frames were “purple”; her watch, earrings, a necklace, socks, and yea, even her panties.  The watch worried Bullet—there was a blinking light indicating that it was equipped with a tracking device.
	Exiting the truck he took the watch and gave it a mighty throw into the river.
	Returning to the truck he moved to another location just to be safe.
	Back to the purple panties.  The girl’s top was removed and Bullet eyed her just beginning titties.  The bra was removed and Bullet fondled those “just beginning” titties.  Zane got naked and had a hard-on.  He was making out to be a fine-fine sidekick.  The loose fitting turquoise-like non-jean type pants were lowered and there those purple panties greeted the two onlookers.
	Nice, snug fitting, form fitting, perfectly fitting.  Zane hammered his schlong while Bullet undressed himself having a mound full of sordid ideas in store for the unsuspecting mindless girl.  After lowering her panties and helping her step out of them and her pants she was laid out on the bench seat and further looked upon.
	Smoothing his hands up and down the young girl’s legs and Bullet got extremely hard.  His desires mounted and though he thought of having Zane “break” the girl in Bullet dismissed him taking first dibs himself.  Firstly, he went down on her.  The girl was a virgin; she wasn’t into fingering herself—or anyone else!  She farted, burped, and heard her daddy rip one “every now and then.”  No boys her age had she seen naked (but had heard them fart).  Little boys she HAD seen naked (but she gave little thought to their little dangling things.)

	Gliding his cock against her very virgin pussy and Bullet thought he was going to explode.  He wasn’t even IN the girl and he was already experiencing sensational feelings sensationally!  Somehow he managed to keep himself from busting into the girl and for the moment sate himself by simple grinding. The feeling was immeasurably fantastic.
	While grinding he focused his attention not on the pretty girl’s face but on Zane’s hard throbbing cock.  His mind pulled up the images of days past whereas Zane and his butt buddy Wayne sodomized one another.  The boys, too, slobbered on the other’s dick, mutually masturbated one another, and then spanked one another to the point where they couldn’t stand it.
	Then he was in.
	Amelia’s eyes widened and her pretty face took on a new look.  Bullet’s schlong eased in passed the opening, found the hymen resisting his intent, then busted thru that and on into the love canal.  Amelia’s mouth opened as Bullet made near full entry.  His cock was too big for her and at the moment he didn’t want to hurt her.  He moved gently in and out moving his hands to her very small breasts squeezing them and fully filling the girl’s cunny.
	The point where stepping up the pumping action came; Bullet drove his dong fully into Amelia’s cunt suddenly neverminding her age or if he was hurting her—all that mattered was the fuck and cum.  He knew he was amoral, big deal.  It was a way of life; he wasn’t a murderer, wasn’t a thief, not a thug.  He liked to fuck.  There was a philosophy he enjoyed; when you find something you care about—well, that’s all that matters.  Nothing else matters.  Conscious?  Never heard of it.  When he went to sleep at night—pussy was all he saw in his dreams.  That was all there was—pussy!  He thought of all the narly ways to attain it—and with the handy-dandy Electronic Mind Altering Device acquiring his dreams was made all the easier.
	There was no escaping it; sometimes the only place to go was inside—not to escape but to be soothed by the outrageousness of his actions.  Fucking was all there was; it mattered little to naught how old the pussy was.  Young girls were the prettiest so they were the unfortunate target and subject of his unquenchable lust.
	Take the desire away and he was nothing.
	It wasn’t much of a philosophy but it was what he had.  Was it a creedo to live by?  Perhaps.  Deflowering a girl, like Amelia, was a “one time thing.”  No one could do that!  If he fucked a girl for her first time then that was it—it was special and a one time once in a lifetime occurrence.  No one else could bust her cherry.

	He gave Amelia a final thrust and felt his liquid love creaming inside her.  The sensation was more than he could imagine.  He felt juts one after another surging thru his dick.  Every inch was masterfully inside the girl and it was da bomb!
	Using her own panties he cleaned off his dick and balls.  There wasn’t a lot of busted cherry juice but there was enough to be cleaned off.  Then he swiped the girl’s cunny before tapping Zane to take his turn.  Bullet grabbed a soda from the ice chest and swatted his sidekick’s ass as he fucked.

*

Just tripping
	Happy smoke; dragon breath, Maui Waui, easy rider, all suited pot smoking soccer mom, Arlene Hurtsmore—Bullet’s sidekick’s Mother.  Remember?  Back in previous chapter?  At the gas station, sidekick’s sister?  Elaine?  In the car?  And the boy who came up to get a free shot of Elaine’s goods, Eric?  And the naughty business that took place therein (in the car) whilst Elaine’s Mom, gas station owner, and the boy’s dad smoked pot and got freaky in the gas station office?
	Got it now?  Good.
	Well, anyways, she loved good shit; not taking a good shit—although that’s good, too; but smoking good shit.  Earlier in her life she had been something of a tomboy, an adventurer.  And on one of these tomboy-adventures she took a good tumble down the side of a very unforgiving slab of granite that once the “adventure” was over she had chronic back problems requiring heavy medications.
	Those medications were lacking in the desire to be pain free.
	Then marijuana entered her life and it was a lifelong friendship.
	Arlene was already a little naughty on her own (no, a LOT naughty on her own) but the supply of extreme happy smoke (and a little mind altering from an electronic device) sealed her fate.  She was already into shedding her morals and having multiple sex partners—in a gas station office!  But there were no immoral thoughts regarding her son.  No thoughts of the narly kind for friends of her son’s, either.  She just liked to get stoned, get naked, get fucked—by guys who were of legal age to do so.
	Enter Bullet.
	After getting her royally stoned it was easy to implant amoral notions changing her life.  Bullet enjoyed sinking his bone into her and that led to her enjoying her son’s bone sinking into her—multiple times.  This led to a double penetration—son in her cunt, Bullet in her ass.

	Some spanking, titty fucking, up the ass, in the mouth, and repeat.  Zane fucked his Mother’s three holes, spanked her ass royally red, then smoked a blunt with his Mom while Bullet enjoyed Elaine.  The little girl still had thoughts of that boy from the gas station, Eric.  Bullet spanked the little girl, fingered her then entered her pussy as much as her mind.
	Depraved decent
	Bullet liked Zane—a lot!  The boy happily, readily, eagerly followed thru with Bullet’s minding commands.  Boning his Mom and sister was no problem and met with no hesitation.  He also, still, enjoyed his sexual romps with his best friend, Wayne.  Watching Zane bone his Mom?  Pure joy.  Watching Zane bone his sister was cool, too; and sinking his pud into Wayne.  But boinking his own Mom?  Absolutely fabulous!
	Watching.  Participation was one thing but not the “only” thing.  Watching was cool—especially watching those engaging in sex acts that weren’t supposed to be taking place among family members.  There was some kind of odd thrill Bullet got from watching the likes of Zane put it to his Mother—and sister.  The woman was not overly opposed but she was not amoral.  She knew the very concept was wrong, illegal, illicit, illegal.  Somehow she was able to put away those narly thoughts whereas she saw herself engaging sexually with her son—and his friend.
	Spanking?  No, not so much into that shtick.  Taking it up the ass.  Being pissed on?  No.  None of that shit.  Plain ole fuck me.  Of course, with enough Happy Smoke in her “taking it up the ass” and being pissed on no longer an issue.
	Watching Zane fuck his Mother—it was way better than the boy humping his sister.  The girl was cute, way cute.  She was smart, inquisitive, a typical kid—and pretty.  She was especially pretty when naked, legs spread, and a dick slamming into her crevice.  Whether that dick was her brother’s, the boy from the gas station, or his own wasn’t the issue.
	 Bullet did enjoy time with Arlene.  Sinking his cock into was a thrill ride!  He enjoyed humping Elaine, sure, but the girl’s mother had a more suitable pussy.  When sinking his pud into a cunt he didn’t overly wish to destroy the pussy—of a young girl.  Ploughing his way up ye olde cornhole of a young girl was also deemed (although essential) unnecessary for harm.  He could breech a young girl, cum on her sweet face, work his way into her virgin cunny—but not be a monster about it and be rough.  With a woman like Arlene, the pussy was usually well broken-in and all was well within.
	But Bullet was a perv and liked the young stuff.  Sodomizing Zane and his whacky friend, Wayne was a double thrill.  Watching the boys go thru their paces of being homos was an added bonus.  Neither boy on their own would submit to such heinous acts—not on their own.

	It was that mind thing, forcing folk to engage with one another in heinous acts atrociously.  Unsupervised, people act atrociously—like with the world wide web; a person can “sign on” and go to a chat site and act up the fool; cuss, make crude remarks, be crude, be an animal and all the better.  No one knows who you are—except God, so good luck when that comes down.
	There was the subtle way of enacting force of will and the hard core manner.  Either way by electronic means or other.  Bullet preferred the electronic manner; not that it was more subtle but that it was easier.  Having Zane and Wayne engage sexually was a mind blower—both had been previously slamming gay guys they knew.  Bullet put it to them to put it to each other and change thusly their perspective.  Next door, the Lambhurt family was also engage in subtle narly engagements.
	Bullet got interested when one late evening he saw Greg and Marcia hanging out together in the backyard.  Then they slipped into the garden shed.  They were not biological brother and sister, Marcia’s mom had been widowed over a year; Greg’s dad had been divorced.  Marcia had two brothers, younger.  Greg had two sisters, also younger.
	With a sigh, Marcia was overheard to say “So, I guess we better get at it, huh?”
	Greg shrugged and seemed embarrassed as well as proverbially deep in thought.  The garden shed was cluttered with plants, sacks of shit (manure), rakes, a lawn mower, typical stuff for a garden shed.  It was a little musty and a lot rank.  Regardless, it was an “ok” setting for privacy.
	“Dad said “whenever”.” Greg said somewhat sheepishly.
	Marcia nodded.  She was an “ok” kind of girl, kind of plain, small dainty nose, SMALL dainty titties, small frame all around.  She was fourteen—but could easily pass for twelve!  Greg was a year older; he was taller, thick mop of jet black hair, a nice looking lad who teetered on the morality of what was being contemplated.
	“Maybe we should wait?” he proposed.
	“Dad said we should do it—soon.” Marcia shrugged.
	Greg nodded, twisted his lips thoughtfully, “Ok.” He said a little whimsically and began peeling off his clothes.  A more suitable locale could have been found Bullet thought—the garden shed?  Really?  There was even the great outdoors of the backyard, the treehouse, garage, the old mattress in the alley…
	When Greg peeled off his plain blue teeshirt—he got the eye approval of his sister.  She tried not to show her smile—which was not hard to “hide” due to the lack of proper lighting.  There was a bare bulb providing “some” light.
	Marcia slowly pulled off her off-pink top.  No bra.  Greg eyed the girl with a Devil’s grin.  ‘Not bad.’ 
	Off came their shoes then down (and off) came their pants.
	Greg was naked right off—no undies.  Commando!
	Marcia had on light blue boy shorts.	
	Greg watched her as she slowly slid the undies down, stepped out of them, then stood up.  Was it their first time being naked together?  Bullet hated to intervene as they seemed to be acting on their own.  But an inquiring mind had to know.
	Seen each other naked?  Yep.
	Sex?  No.
	In the beginning, when they had become a “family”, Greg and Marcia were modest but not so much their siblings—but not outlandish about it.  Darting to and from their bathroom or racing nakedly up and down the hall on a lark.
	Did Greg have thoughts of the narly kind regarding Marcia?
	Yeah.  He was a normal boy.
	He had two sisters, Jennifer and Cyndi.  Anything there?
	No.
	Any desires to do anything with them?
	No, actually.  Greg was a moral person—well, he was.
	On Marcia’s side, there was a little naughtiness going on before the family blend.  Brother Charles was an avid masturbator and sometimes—sometimes in the bathroom (before the family blend) he rubbed his hard pud against Marcia’s ass.  And Marcia let him!  And Marcia sometimes tugged her panties down and let him rub his bare cock against her bare ass!  She also let him have a gander at her naked cunt, watch her pee in the toilet and one time just before the family blended together she stood in the shower and peed standing up—and brother Charles was with her showering with her!
	Nothing, though, with little brother, Tommy.
	But there was potential!
	Marcia was moralistically sound, too; like Greg.  But, upon further digging, Bullet discovered that the 8th grader WAS semi willing to be “all the way” naughty with brother Charles.  Not up the ass and no skull fucking with subsequent jiz squirting on her face, either.  And with the new brother in the family she was also equally semi willing to be naughty with him.  She just feared getting pregnant or some lame ass disease.  She also didn’t want a “rep” at school.  A new school she and her brothers had to go to and she wasn’t overly thrilled.  Two boys at the new junior high were seeking her favor and she was considering doing something of the naughty kind with them.  That venture was for her to have something of a reputation but not as a slut.
	Complicated.

	Greg thought of Marcia as “ok.”  She looked ok, didn’t smell, but wasn’t overly “pretty.”  She passed easily for twelve and in that—Greg was interested.  There were unnatural thoughts regarding his sisters, Jennifer mostly and mainly.  There were girls his sister knew that also tempted Greg.  There were girls who were a bit younger, sisters of the girls his sister knew.  Greg had potential!
	Thinking deeply, “Uh, Dad said I had to—uh, you know, lick.” Greg was embarrassed at broaching the approach.  Marcia pursed her lips, nodded, then put herself up on a low bench.  She lay down and Greg moved up to her—the light streaming in from the grimy window and the low light from the bare bulb casted an generous glow onto the nude girl.  Greg’s cock was hard.  Slowly, methodically, he stroked his bone before proceeding.
	Marcia opened her legs and was apprehensive from the onset.  Greg gently lifted her legs pushing them back.  He eyed the girl’s cunny; it was lightly covered with fine blond pubes.  Precum coated his piss slit and a grin as big as the outdoors filled his face.  Slowly he went down on his new sister’s cunt—he did have thoughts of doing same to Jennifer.
	And Cyndi?
	Cyndi was six—he had no thoughts of doing anything sexual with Cyndi.
	Well!  We’ll see about that!
	Greg licked Marcia’s cunt—all over.  He wasn’t a cunt licking expert but did a fair job just the same.  Marcia clenched herself (all over), grippe the edge of the bench, and was seemingly “getting off” just from her brother’s tongue action.  And although Marcia was supposed to suck Greg’s brotherly dong, Greg let that go and inserted himself into his sister’s cunt.
	Whether or not she was a “virgin” wasn’t clear; it was kinda dark in the shed so minute details like that were uncertain.  The boy slid most the way in, pulled out and humped the entrance of the pussy itself before sliding back in and from Bullet’s vantage point—the boy went all the way in!  A little pumping action and some three minutes later and the deed was done—amidst a lot of fanfare.  Marcia made a lot of noise; not loud but undulating noises as streams of her own juices flowed from her snatch.
	Greg’s announcement of “I’M CUMMING!” shook the rafters.  He shuddered, farted, and creamed his sister’s cunt (inside and out) then pulled out to squirt a massive finale wad onto her.  Then he restuffed himself back into her for a furious one and a half minute fuck finish.  Then he was done and done in.  Laying on his sweating heaving sister he suckled her young teenage titties, cupped her ass then somehow had the strength to pick her up and carry her about in some sort of dizzy dance.  Marcia was “pumping” him as he did so.

	A pile of canvas was their bed.  Clumsily they fell together in a heap; arms and legs akimbo.  Marcia wound up on top.  It was a perfect view (for Bullet).  Marcia began to hump, grinding her cunny against her brother’s sex.  Greg griped tightly his sister’s ass, prying her cheeks open giving the unseen onlooker the eyeful he enjoyed greatly.
	Another round of fucking ensued.  Marcia seemed to be in full command.  She raised herself up then guided Greg’s prong into her.  With slow deliberate motions she moved UP and DOWN—UP and DOWN—UP and then DOWN.  Slowly.  Slowly.  S-l-o-w-l-y.  It was intense, on a slow lovemaking manner.  Marcia would move her hips/sex all the way to almost where Greg’s cock would pop out—then she knew and slid herself back down.  It was agonizing all around.
	Finally they succumbed to a most delicious shared orgasm.  They collapsed, no—they melted into one being.  Steam rose from their bodies.  Neither body moved for several minutes.  Greg had to push his naked sister off of him; he sat up and took another couple of minutes to gather himself, then he helped Marcia up.  Grabbing their clothes they left the shed making for the house to shower.
	Slipping out of the shed and Bullet (still unseen) was stunned to see Mike slipping out of the same shed!  Had he been there all the time?  Hmmm  Did Mike have an EMAD, also?  Were the kids affected by the EMAD or acting on their own as Bullet thought?  Hmmm

It’s a family thing
	On another visit and Bullet was even awed at the family next door.
	In the family room, Mike was hearing it from Cyndi and Tommy.
	Apparently, Miss Kitty Carrie-All was “missing” and she was accusing Tommy of taking her and hiding her—an act Tommy strongly denied ‘cause,
	“I wouldn’t touch her dollie!” ‘cause it’s a girl thing.
	The house had been searched to no avail.
	Then, young Tommy accused Cyndi of taking his toy kazoo out of revenge.
	An act Cyndi adamantly denied.
	The two children, Cyndi age six and Tommy age seven, got into a yelling contest to wit Mike had had enough.  Carol was present, also.  Bullet wanted to catch up with Greg and Marcia but found the happening in the family room a little more entertaining.  And it did get entertaining when young Cyndi was laid across Mike’s lap and smacked on the ass.
	Cyndi wore a typical shortie kid’s dress and the first smack was dull and with the dress shielding the tyke’s bum.  Barely.  Cyndi wriggled but was held firm by her dad while young Tommy stood by sheepishly antsy and shielding his own butt.  His mom sat behind him holding him still.

	Cyndi got another smack and then her shortie dress was moved up and she received another smack.  Tommy got more wiggly to where his mom had to hold him in earnest.  Mike landed another smack and Cyndi got more wiggly.  Then the panties, yellow, were tugged down revealing a mostly very white ass slightly turning red.
	Mike smoothed his hand about the youngster’s cheek then cast an eye to Tommy.  
	“Come here.” He told the boy.  Carol ushered the boy by a tap to his butt and he came to stand where Mike directed him.  Had he seen his sister’s bare butt before wasn’t clear—but he ogled in awe just the same.
	Mike whispered something—something that struck his step-son with shock if not panic.  Mike whispered again leaning in to whisper directly into the lad’s ear.
	Tommy blinked his eyes and thought thoughtfully before nodding and stretching out his hand to touch his sister’s bare butt.  That was followed by poking his finger to his sister’s butt hole.  The boy exhibited angst.  His mouth hung open and he began to be wiggly while standing in place.
	Then, for shock value on Bullet’s part—young Tommy leaned forward and KISSED the cheeks of his new little sister.  Each cheek.  Then—THEN, while the girl herself pulled her own cheeks open the little boy kissed/licked his new little sister butthole!  He did!
	That was followed by Mike taking the boy by the elbow and quickly placing him in front of his new little sister.  Then, THEN she partook of the hard dinky virtually poking her in the face.  Bullet was floored.  What was going on here!?  Little Cyndi took Tommy dick and sucked-sucked-sucked like a lollipop!  She did!  She suckled his bare nuggets, too!  And all the while, Carol, the boy’s mother, sat casual-like behind him caressing his pert little butt!
	Then, disbelievingly, Mike pushed his pants and underwear down and began to blatantly masturbate!  Bullet didn’t know what the fuck was going on but something was not right.  Or maybe it was.  Anyways, Cyndi sucked and sucked and then sucked some more until such time as Mike brought Tommy back around to her bare butt (that was still slightly reddened).  The boy’s cock was guided to the girl’s cunt.  A little schooling and the boy was IN the girl and pumping soon ensued.
	Bullet assumed that for sure an EMAD was being used.  Was it Mike—or someone else?  Hmmm  hmmm  hmmmmmmmm
	Little Tommy humped a good hump, he wasn’t an expert and his little puddling popped out “now and then”.  His dad, though, helped put it back in—sometimes it was into Cyndi’s cunt—sometimes it was into her cornhole.  Mike patted his son’s ass—and continually stroked his daddy dick.

	Using a hand-dandy moist cloth that Carol produced, Tommy’s dick and Cyndi’s pussy and asshole were cleaned.  Then Cyndi slid off of her daddy’s lap and Tommy took her place.  A little swat to his ass and with a little cooing encouragement Cyndi kissed Tommy’s butt.
	Further encouragement and she kissed his butt hole, too!
	After the spanking—and kissing, there was the hugging.  And Carol undressed herself.  Not a bad dame!  Nice supple titties, a firm fanny, good form all around.  She wasn’t too tall, a nice round face, could sing like an angel, and fuck/suck like a devil!  On her knees the sweet singing damsel went, taking Mike’s throbbing hard dong and working it before applying her mouth to it.  Tommy and Cyndi stood by flanking—giggling and watching in some awe.
	Suddenly in walks Greg and Marcia.  Their eyes bulged; Mike smiled and nodded for the two clothed ones to come in.  Semi reluctantly they did walking shoulder to shoulder.  They watched in some odd trepidation as their mother sucked on their father’s cock.
	“Greg, Marcia,” Mike said, “why don’t you go ahead and take off YOUR clothes.” Mike was a congenial man; polite, well groomed, well educated, a nice man.  He was tall, dark haired, a dazzling smile, and had a seven and a half inch cock.  After a couple of minutes of earnest sucking and Carol pulled back smacking her lips.  She brought Cyndi around to be “in position” and cooed to the girl who had a curious look etched upon her face.  She did, though, at length, put her mouth to the huge daddy dick and suckle on the head.
	Greg and Marcia were adamantly stunned.
	“Whoa!” said Greg.
	Marcia was unable to produce words but was greatly astonished.
	Both stripped out of their clothes and Greg’s prong was steadfastly—hard.
	Carol eyed Greg’s schlong and went right to it.  She firstly took holt of the average teenage meat stick, worked it, teased it (with her thumb to the piss slit making small circles) then clutched the fuzzy nuggets before putting her mouth to it and “going down.”
	Mike made a head nod to Marcia who pursed her lips and looked a little angry.  But she moved around her mother and brother and came to her knees at her daddy’s side.  Cyndi had pulled away and was considering whether or not she liked the taste of daddy dick.  Mike cooed to his bio daughter, waggled his cock, and made small circles on the girl’s back with his hand.  Marcia nodded; she had thin lips, a pimple here, a zit there, long hair near to her butt, smallish titties, but butt bare ass naked and all of her was just fine.  She leaned down and began sucking on her daddy’s cock.

	Greg was reeling while his mother sucked him; he rocked on his feet and pumped into her mouth.  He made sounds unintelligible, fucked her face, and blasted a hot load into her mouth in just under two minutes.  Then, while he calmed down some—Cyndi was “instructed” to suck him.  Mike said something like “Cyndi, why don’t you please your brother.”
	Cyndi paused a second or two then almost happily took to the task assigned to her.  Greg was reeling; one hand on his butt, the other on the back of his bio mom’s head.  Marcia was awestruck and possibly dumbfounded—but she sucked and sucked and sucked. When she pulled back sitting up she got a face blast of blast.  She didn’t like it much and made face as jets of daddy cum splashed onto her face.  Plucking up Cyndi’s handy-to-reach panties he wiped his jiz off her sweet face then pulled her up onto his lap.  A hug came, then a kiss.  Mike’s hands cupped his daughter’s ass and though his cock had just orgasmed it was still mightily hard.  Expertly he began guiding it into her twat.  The girl wriggled and was only half heartedly into the incestuous deed.
	She had no choice and soon was sitting down fully pierced by her dad’s amazing cock.  Meanwhile, Carol “assumed” the position (on all fours) and had her cunny pierced by her son—all the while sucking on Tommy’s cock!  Bullet held fast—he wasn’t sure of his circumstances.  Something was amiss and it was best he stay “hidden.”
	A great gusher of love spunk ended Mike and Marcia’s union—evidence by the amount of cum slathering Mike’s tremendous cock.  Marcia, too, seemed to have experienced something of an orgasm.  She clung to her daddy, the two melded as one and Mike’s cock finally slipped out—squirting more up the girl’s bare back.
	Greg fucked his mother—and then some.  His steaming schlong spanked the woman’s ass before he collapsed onto the floor heaving.  Gobs of his cream oozed out of Carol’s cunt and asshole.  Good boy!
	Strangely, Miss Kitty was found on Cyndi’s bed and Tommy’s kazoo was found on his bed.  Strange.  Mike took a couple of stabs to Cyndi’s poon but he was a man of limited character and morals and those kept him from piercing the girl.  Greg and Tommy, however, did.  Tommy fucked his little sister followed by Greg who balked a little at the beginning but Bullet saw—finally, Mike twisting the dial of his watch on his wrist.  The watch was oversized similar to a diver’s watch.  Bullet surmised, then, it was none other than an Electronic Mind Altering Device!
	Bullet was beside himself with his own angst; he so wanted to join in.  Greg was doing a fine job at stuffing his prick into Cyndi.  He was gentle about his progress; he pulled out to hump the girl’s cunt then re-entered her for a finale squirting gobs of spunk in and out all over the child’s poon.

The Whistle Stop Children
	There are nicknames and then there are nicknames—some are cute, some are curt, some are WTF!?  Some names are descriptive; like, Rock—‘cause the guy is built like one.  Or Fiddles, ‘cause that what he does, fiddle around or plays one.  Slaves used nicknames to fool their Masters.  Other names are forms of affection or derogatory in nature.  Other names are associated to the owner’s profession; like, “Bones” for a member of the physician family; Sparky for an electrician, Geek for a computer nerd, Sarge for a member of the military family, Fatso for a person of “weighty” issues, Shorty for a person who is height challenged.
	Bullet—his given name by fact, encountered a young lad who was unaware of his nickname referred to something most girls found disgusting.  Jiz.  It was actually his initials of his three names, James Ignito Zamboneme.  He was part Mexican-American; a happy kid of eleven, seriously into soccer, liked to adventure, and was just starting to “notice” girls.
	James “Jiz” Zamboneme was “adventuring” across a meadow to some nearby hills and forest searching for a “lost mine.”  He was in company of best friend, Mario “Oreo” Guninazaleas and two girls also friends—Julianne Barnwithhay and Kathy “Kayleen” Zonkmibrest.  The boys were eleven years young, the girls a year younger.
	Normally, usually, children of any age, just didn’t “go off” adventuring.  Normally, usually, things didn’t turn out well for those who did.  But this was the country, not the city.  Most “bad things” happened in the city.  Sure, bad elements were just about everywhere but in the countryside it was deemed “safe enough.”  So, Jiz, Oreo, Jeebie, and Kayzee ventured off across a huge well overgrown meadow to seek fame, fortune, adventure at some hidden abandoned train depot called Whistle Stop.
	James “Jiz” Ignito Zamboneme was the serious one of the group; short haired, easy to get along with but he was serious about it.  Both parents were Mexican-Americans with his grandparents being directly from Mexican land and living with their children, Jiz’s parents.  He spoke the language of both lands, played a harmonica, and was keenly interested in plants, bugs, and stuff like that.
	Mario “Oreo” Guninazaleas was a happy-go-lucky kid, wore glasses, an avid reader, liked to build bird houses, and eat as many Oreo cookies as possible.  A likeable kid he volunteered to help out others wherever he saw a need.  He also famously “volunteered” others to help out, also.
	Julianne “Jeebie” Barnwithhay was a nice looking girl who had beautiful features; long brown hair to mid back, supple beginning titties, a very pretty face, a curious girl who was casual in all styles of dress.

	Kayleen “Kayzee” Zonkmibrest was pretty in her own right; shy but curious, mostly flat chested, nice-nice butt, very bright white teeth, beautiful green eyes, a sweet kid who liked to draw and paint butterflies.  She also wrote poems and short stories—all about butterflies.
	So off across the meadow they went, Mario stopping to check plants, weeds, and crawly bugs that neither Julianne or Kathy were in to.  Kathy was only interested in butterflies—and there were plenty to keep her interested.  James wanted to move along, get out of the meadow—and heat, and find the abandoned train station.
	At the end of the meadow choked with weeds, wild mint, catnip, stinkweed, heather, was an old wooden fence.  The fence encircled the entire meadow where at the opposite end were some horses, goats, and cows.  There the meadow was more lush with edible grass and a couple of natural springs running thru it.  James ushered his friends thru the fence, crossed a small creek, and entered into the woods.
	To the right were rustic rocky hills, some were more rustic than others.
	To the left, a long stretch of meadows and farmland.
	Once inside the woods the gang took a break.  Though James wanted to get to the train depot he had to admit he was tired, too.  The gang thru their backpacks down and collapsed enjoying the shelter of the woods from the intense Summer sun.  Bottles of water all around.  A little more rest and the group was on their way again.  It wasn’t quite noon and James wanted to get to the site before noon so there would be time enough to scout around and then hustle back home before super time.
	Then it was back on trail with Jiz anxious and his followers—not so much.
	There was an old abandoned car, a railroad flat car, an abandoned mine that was boarded up, parts of a building, parts of a freight car and then the biggest find was the fully intact construct of a caboose.  It was sitting on some old very rusted rails partly buried in overgrown grass and weeds.
	With no fear the kids clambered onto the rear-end of the train to give it a good going over.
	“Ewewe,” said Kayleen, “it stinks!”  The old caboose did indeed “stink”; it was musty and dank but the group looked over the old cookware, a huge brass (now green) bell, the old stove, boots, and assorted whiskey bottles.  Not as exciting as first thought.  After exiting the caboose the kids meandered along the remains of a railroad track coming at last to the remains of an old-old abandoned small train station/depot.   An old sign with faded chipped lettering read out:
WHISTLE STOP.  The building was well weathered and leaning to one side; there was a fence where horses once were corralled—the lupines and wildflowers had practically concealed the old wooden lodge poles.

	The whole area was dank, musty, and spooky.  Not too mention “warm” and abuzz with noisy summer bugs—one of which hit Julianne on the side of the face making her scream and run wildly about as if the bug had gone down her back.  The boys giggled ‘girls.’
	After the commotion there was more exploring; but the day was getting on, past noon.  The day was also warming up—a lot.  The air was heavy and sticky, sullen with no air movement and little sound.  Some trees there were, rocky rustic hills, lots of weeds, shrubs—
	“Why are those rocks red like that?” asked Kayleen (she preferred “Kayleen” over the shorter version “Kathy”; was ok with the nicknames “Kat” and “Kayzee”.)
	“The rocks have iron minerals in them,” Mario answered, “the amount of iron exposed to the air is what causes the rocks to turn red like that.” He was a beginning scientist.
	“Like rust,” added Jiz, “on shovels and old cars.”
	The abandoned building wasn’t too much of a treasure trove; there were old lanterns, miner equipment, sacks of cement—that had turned into cement, and other assorted miscellaneous crap normally associated with an “old abandoned” train station.  There were remains of railroad tracks, some buried in the ground and the rest obscured by overgrowth.
	The girls were getting overheated; the boys, too.  Jiz wanted to go on “just a little more”; the others—not so much.  With a sigh,
	“You stay here, I’m just gonna climb that hill and look around then we’ll head back.”
	The girls and Mario were cool with that—er, hot, er…
	James “Jiz” Ignito Zamboneme scampered off—he hated to admit it (so he didn’t) but he was hot and wore out too.  The air was sticky, muggy, and downright unpleasant.  It was hard to breath but the youngster climbed up the rusty rocky hill (which was all of about a hundred feet or so).  At the top he surveyed the area around; it was quite a sight to see and much more to behold.  Juniper pines dotted the landscape, bristlecone pines and limber pines, too.  When there was a chanced breeze the air was overly scented with the scent of pine.  Fragrant wildflowers and wild weed—mint and catnip, also were present.  Jiz noted how the breeze wafting through the pines and scrub oaks, live oaks, and other deciduous trees were not unlike the sounds of the ocean he had been to.
	There were bluebells and owl’s clover on the rusty hill; the intensity of the colours were—intense.  So was the heat.  It was getting to be a bit much so it was time to abandon the adventure and make for him.
	Then he saw it.
	It was big.  It was HUGE.  It glinted in the summer sun and was none other than an old steam locomotive.  Jiz nearly “jizzed” his beige hiking shorts; he also nearly fell as he scrambled back down the hot hill to tell his friends.
	“Hey!” he shouted breathlessly, “come looky what I found!” and he darted down the tracks with his friends half heartedly following.

Big Blue
	Big Blue was a 4-8-4 configuration; there was a huge-huge 60-foot long boiler, a separate coal car, 54-inch diameter drive wheels that all cumulated to an impressive speed of 65-miles per!  In her day she thundered across the Plains pulling huge freight cars behind her weighing several thousands of pounds.  An impressive machine commanding great respect.
	That was then—this is now.  In the late 1930’s and thru the War years and into the 1950s she had been the biggest thing around—besides Aunt Betsy and the fat bearded lady at the carnival.  Other steam locomotives of that era were painted the typical black.  Not 4087; she was painted blue.  Most of that blue was gone now; she leaned a little to port, the coal car that run before the boiler was gone; there was the huge water tank car behind and that was tilted also.  The tracks the behemoth locomotive sat on was practically buried in the soft dirt—which was the ultimate demise of Big Blue—after some torrential rains had soaked the area and Big Blue came thundering along—the tracks supporting her didn’t.  Too huge to move by any means the impressive machine was left.
	Jiz was jazzed.  Only at the park museum had he seen relatives of Big Blue, but they were dwarfed by Blue’s magnitude.  Even the others were impressed and uttered “Wow” and “Whoa” and “Nice.”  Jiz climbed about the mammoth machine—finding the metal a bit hot to the touch.
	“OW!” he said loudly, “Shit, piss, fuck!” he added.
	The girls blushed, Jiz didn’t often cuss—but when he did those were the words he used.  He did manage to sit on the engineer’s chair and fool with all the valves and levers.  Most wouldn’t budge but he tried anyways.  Mario tried the cord that operated Blue’s horn.  Nothing.  Of course.
	“I don’t want to be a bitch,” said Julianne, “but it’s freaking hot!”
	Jiz had to agree to that.  But now that he knew where Big Blue was he was going to make repeated visits.  It was like receiving the bestest Christmas present ever, or being rewarded for a good deed, appreciated for something he had done for someone else (without being asked to do so.)  Jiz was overly elated at the find.  Big Blue.  It wasn’t “blue” any more, lots of rust, but it was still sound and Jiz betted that with some water, oil, coal, the old girl could be up and running the rails again.
	In the meantime—it was scorching hot.  Time to go.
The pond
	The kids said goodbye to Big Blue and struck off for home.  No one was looking forward to the long trek—it was in the middle of the day for this excursion and “hot enough to make the Devil sigh.”  Most of the trek was in the shade of the trees, but then there was a long open stretch where the sun was all over them.  No other way around it—the direct route was thru the meadow in the open.
	Drucilla’s Pond
	Coming to a road that was as old as the train tracks Big Blue sat on (and squashed) the kids followed the old meadow fence.  The weeds and wild grass was about as tall as them!  The road was apparently forgotten; huge ruts gouged in the old dirt road were now choked with weeds.  And bugs.  When James dragged his foot into the rut he disturbed a great many sated bugs who flew up and then descended upon them all—especially Julianne who hate/despised bugs.  She shrieked and then ran.
	Jiz and the others followed brushing off the angered disturbed bugs.
	A bug of “some kind” was inside the collar of Julianne’s shirt—girl was having a fit as she ran.  Thru the lodge pole fence and into the meadow beyond pulling off her shirt as she did so.  Flinging the shirt about she dislodged the bug but there were others to take its place landing on her now bare neck and back sending the girl into a frenzy.
	Jiz and the others had barely made their way to the distraught girl where she had been standing when she bolted off again.  Most the disturbed bugs had abated so Jiz, Kayleen, and Mario were able to take a brief breather.  Then they were off chasing after the girl who was practically out of sight.
	Then,
	“Wait up!” Jiz said (mostly to his exhausted companions.)
	The trio halted; the air was very heavy laden, sticky and muggy.  Some bugs associated with a heavy meadow could be heard.  Nothing else.
	“Where’d she go?” Mario asked.
	“Julianne!” called out Kayleen.
	No Julianne.
	“Julianne!” called out Mario.
	No Julianne.
	“Hey, Julianne, where are you?” called out Jiz.
	No response.
	Alright, let’s not panic; let’s all scream in a perfectly rational manner.
	Slowly the gang made their way thru the thick heavy laden meadow with each step zapping their energy.  The air was getting heavier, too.  Then, the thick dense wild weeds gave way to waist high wild grass.
	“I smell water!” said Mario.
I’m just a hiphopopotamus seeking a rhymencerous
	There was water.  A small lake—right out in the open!  The closest trees were a hundred yards away.  There was a sign with faded chipped lettering leaning on a pile of old discarded tires—Durcilla’s Pond.
	“Wasn’t there a girl named Durcilla,” Mario said remember some history of the area, “and she drowned in a pond?”
	Jiz didn’t answer but quickly began shucking his clothing; Julianne was in the pond (clad merely in her panties.)  No biggie.  Mario and Kayleen followed suit—with Kayleen being a little modest and unsure.  But the oppressive heat and the rewarding water encouraged her and she quickly stripped down to her underpants then rushed boldly into the very refreshing water.
	Splash!  Splash!  Splash!  The foursome enjoyed the pond with the boys daringly tredging out to the middle where it was deep—very deep—damn deep.  Mario tried to go to the bottom but was unable.  Jiz made the effort but was also unable.  The girls stayed closer to the bank and were not that adventurous.  There wasn’t really a “bank” and the pond practically dropped off from the get go—and was deep.  The girls were pretty good swimmers and managed to keep from drowning.  But after a while their dogpaddling efforts got them tired and they scrambled back onto the ground.
	Mario was stunned when he surfaced to see Julianne and Kayleen laying out—clad only in their panties.  Panties that were now TIGHTLY snug against their young preteen bodies.
	BOING!
	SPROING! Was for Jiz as he resurfaced and sighted in on the girls.
	“Oh shit!” he breathed only for Mario to hear.
	The boys sputtered water and were also tiring of dog paddling.  They made their way to the girls who had pulled their ball caps down over their eyes to shield them from the blistering rays of the sun.  The boys emerged with prominent erections poking out their underwear.
	James “Jiz” sat on the one side of Julianne, he liked her a lot.  Mario “Oreo” parked his carcass on Kayleen “Kayzee”’s side.  When they laid down—their puds stuck up like a flag pole.
	A light breeze came up giving the underwear clad crew a little bit of reprieve from the blistering day.
	Then someone farted.
	The group giggled.
	Then, from a distance, thunder was heard.
	Julianne sat up, “Was that thunder?” she asked.
	“Either that, or Mario’s grandpa’s in the bathroom again!”
	Inside joke.  The kids giggled and it was one more time in the pond.
The storm
	People think I’m strange; that’s just not true.  I have the heart of a peace loving soul.  It’s in a glass jar on my dresser.

	A little more splashing but the concerns of the heard thunder alarmed the kids.  The skies above them were clear with no clouds no where.  In the distance, however, there was a great sudden multitude of ominous clouds forming up and perhaps it was time to boogie.
	The gang slipped on their clothes; Kayleen a little put off about having to wear wet underwear.
	“Take ‘em off.” suggested Jiz with a shrug of indifference.
	Kayleen paused and glanced at Julianne who was contemplating the same thing.  Mario, too.  Jiz didn’t contemplate but turned his back to the others and calmly lowered his wet tidy whiteys; his very-very tan body was already mostly dry so it was no prob slipping on his walking shorts.  Most people, adults, while tredging thru dense brush, weeds, and anywhere outdoors where bugs were prevalent usually were sensible enough to wear long pants and even long sleeved shirts.
	Jiz, Oreo, Jeebie, and Kayzee were not into that; short sleeves, no sleeves, short pants, walking shorts.  They did have over-the-ankle socks and hiking shoes, though; ball caps, too.
	Mario turned his back to the others and was temporarily naked.
	Julianne and Kayleen did likewise.  Kayleen was embarrassed to go about “without undies” on but found it to be a unique experience, too.  For the boys, going “commando” was a way of life—especially for Mario who preferred a “no undie” day any day!
	The air became more sullen; the stickiness level increased and there was moisture in the air.
	“I smell rain.” Julianne said.
	Just then and lightning flashed in their horizon.
	“Oh, shit!” quipped Jiz.  He seldom cursed, but when he did it was for some reason.  Thunder cracked and temporarily halted the kids’ progress.  The storm was gathering in intensity with foreboding clouds darkening.  The group was some miles from their home boundary.
	“I think we’re gonna get wet—again.” stated Mario.
	Jiz nodded saying “And we probably shouldn’t be out in it.” lightning has a way of changing your prospective on life.  He looked serious and as the proposed leader looked for a better place to be than “out in the open.”
	“Let’s go there.” he said, the woods.
	The “woods” weren’t really woods, they were a mixture of live oak and other scrawny assorted trees spaced far apart with lots of shrubs and waist high weeds, some giant boulders, an old rusting bulldozer and more sunken-in-the-ground railroad tracks.  The tracks led to another steam locomotive.  It was a 2-4-0 configuration; 2 small regular wheels in front as guides, then 4 wheels (per side) as drivers, and none underneath the cab.
	It was a smaller locomotive than Big Blue, the drivers were about 48-inches.
	Part of the locomotive was painted red and at one time it had been all red, but time and elements of the weathering kind had peeled away the red paint reminding onlookers that at in its beginning it had been the typical black painted train.  The boiler, too, was small; there was a coal car behind it, a flat car, and a caboose.  When thunder exploded over their heads the kids forgo checking out the cab and headed for the caboose.
	It was just as musty as Big Blue’s caboose but not as stinky.
	Lightning made the girls shriek and the boys jolt.
	“Anyone for coffee?” Jiz chortled as he shook an old red enameled coffee pot.  There was no liquid inside but something rattled.  Jiz put the pot back on the old pot bellied stove and continued to look around.  Typical seating with layers of old-old dirt; the windows were grimy, whiskey bottles old (and new) lay strewn about, and Mario found a pair of old binoculars hanging on a hook.  What a find!  Old lanterns, leather sacks of “something”, and a whole lot of mustiness.
	“Maybe we can get a fire going?” queried Julianne.
	Jiz was for that; it had suddenly gotten cold and the berating rain was making it worse.  There were some old wooden pieces to fit the stove,
	‘be careful with that,’ the voice in his head said, ‘one misstep and the whole thing (caboose) goes up!’
	Old newspapers helped as a fire starter and just a couple pieces of wood got the musty atmosphere “cozy.”  
	The rain came.
	In buckets.
	So loud that any form of conversation was drowned out.
	“Must be a huge cloud over us!” manage to blurt out Jiz.
	The other nodded that assumption and huddled together on the floor by the stove.  Strangely, eyes fell onto the green whiskey bottle on the floor.  Jiz smiled, Mario was oblivious, the girls blushed.  A long few minutes elapsed and then—
	Thunder didn’t crack it exploded directly over their heads.  The reverberations shook the caboose sending the “crew” within into utter terror.  The girls grabbed the boys, the boys clung to the girls.  No one breathed.  Kayleen’s eyes were the widest they had ever been.  Lightning could be see flashing fully illuminating the interior of the drab train car.
	“Jesus!” exclaimed Jiz.
	More thunder and Julianne was shaking.
	Kayleen was close to tears.  “Make it go away!” she blurted in trembling lips.  Mario clung to her all the tighter whispering something that got lost in translation—he was frightened, too.
	“It will pass,” Jiz said, “they always do.” He was frightened himself.
	But the storm did pass—still left the kids a little shaken, frightened, and stirred.  The rain went with the thunder and lightning but the group was still traumatized so they stayed put.
	“Whew!” said Mario, “glad THAT’s over!” he smiled and giggled and the others seemed enlightened.  Still, though, no one wanted to venture out just yet.
	And there was still the bottle…

Voices
	“Maybe it’s ok to get going?” wonderingly asked Kayleen.
	Jiz looked out the dingy window; he shrugged saying “I guess so.”
	The storm had seemingly moved on leaving in its wake extreme mugginess, dampness, and lingering fright.  No one spoke.  No one moved.  The skies above were still somewhat dark and lightning though afar brilliantly illuminated the area.
	‘take off your clothes.’
	Jiz stood back from the window; he had to get on the extreme musty well-worn canvas seat at a table by the window to see out.  He stood still for a moment then pulled off his deep blue tee-shirt.  No one spoke, no one moved.  The air was so thick—you could cut it with a knife.  Down came the short walking shorts.  The boy had ditched his undies earlier opting for ye olde commando style for the walk home.
	Julianne then stood up and removed her top before sliding down her own walking shorts.  She was also going “commando” as she didn’t like walking in wet undies.  Once more and Kayleen’s big brown eyes widened; Mario couldn’t breathe.  Jiz stood a little perplexed—no, a LOT perplexed.  A lot.
	“What the fu—?” the rest of Jiz’s concern was lost as a “voice” in his head not his own suggested that he “relax” and “go with the flow.”  That was hard to do when Julianne took holt of his nut sack.  Delicately she cupped his barely hairy balls, massaged the tender nuggets, then drew her clasped fingers up his suddenly very-very hard cock.
	“Oh shit!” blurted Mario.
	Kayleen was unable to speak—or think.  The young girl stared in utter amazement and awe as Julianne moved her fingers up and down Jiz’s jimbone.  UP and DOWN—UP and DOWN—UP and then DOWN.  Then she went down to her knees…
	Outside the ramshackled caboose and the huge meadow of waist high grass wavered like waves of the sea.  The air was less muggy and the skies once more darkened.  Inside the caboose and little to nothing of what was going on (or pending) mattered to James “Jiz”, Mario “Oreo”, Julianne “Jeebie” or Kayleen “Kayzee.”  On her knees and Julianne Barnwithhay slobbered on Jiz’s boner with an enclosed mouth.  It was her first time and she wasn’t quite sure if she liked it or not.  At first it WAS distasteful; then, as she continued sucking it wasn’t so bad.
	‘never been sucked before?’ the voice in his head asked.
	Jiz shook his head.  His cock was as hard as it never had been before.
	And girls in their swimsuits were about as close to seeing a girl naked as he had come so far.  He knew what “sex” was; the Missionary Position.  Other forms of coupling?  Not so much.  He was even vague on “doggie-style” although he had seen dogs hooked up.  Masturbation?  He was just beginning to do so; in the shower and mostly sprawled out on his bed thinking of a couple of girls—Julianne and Kayleen, strangely, not one them.
	After much ado about “sucking” the girl stood up, backed up, and remained still for a moment (naked) while Jiz (naked) stared at her (nakedness)—specifically her bald pussy.  For Julianne, wee little lads she had seen naked, no boy her age or older.  There was curiosity, sure—that was natural and perfectly normal.
	Thunder rolled across the sullen landscape making the old caboose shudder some.  Julianne moved to one of the long tables that let down and the 2-inch thick canvas cushions served as a “bed.”  There were sparse furnishings in the caboose that also had a cupola—a place for the conductor to sit and see the train for what it was and note any problems like shifting weight, fires, hoboes.
	It didn’t make much difference but Julianne (naked) turned the cushions over; they were just as musty and dirty but not as much as from the other side.  Then the naked nearly eleven year old plopped herself on the not-so-clean cushion and laid herself out.  Mario thought he would “bust a nut” as he got an eyeful seeing Julianne’s raw naked nakedness.  He was sitting perched on the floor with legs crossed (and cock hard) just feet from the naked girl.  His mouth dropped and the wow factor kicked in to high lofty heights.
	A bald pussy.  A girl’s bald pussy.  It was amazing.  It was awe inspiring.
	Jiz stood with a raging boner eyeing the delectable object being strongly schooled and encouraged to “do the honors” and “go down on her.”  Jiz had no idea what the Voice referred to.  Encouragement schooled the boy in the fine art of “cunnilingus.”  
	‘Girls PEE from there!’ Jiz exclaimed inside his head.
	‘relax,’ replied the Voice, ‘she hasn’t peed recently.’
	True.  But still—ewewewe!

	But regardless of the “ewewewe” factor, naked James Jiz “went down” on naked Julianne flicking his tongue all over.  He kind of liked it.  It was a new experience for him and natural instincts being what they were “he liked it.”
	Julianne wriggled as she was “licked.”
	Mario and Kayleen stared in utter wow; mouths agape, eyes just as wide.
	Soon, though, and Jiz was jamming his jiz bone into Julianne’s smooth unfucked cunt.  He made slow but deliberate moves of penetration.  Julianne clenched as she was breeched.  Like Jiz, she had a vague idea of the concept of sex.  Doggie style was elusive to her but she DID know about Reverse Missionary!
	Jiz’s jambone jammed its way forthward moving with some effort all the way in; there was a fair amount of blood coating his schlong as well as his balls.  The pumping action began and the fuck was on.  Julianne grunted, groaned, and then began to moan.  Her legs danced some sort of jig as she lay getting laid.  It was sort of a twitch than anything else but whatever.
	Mario and Kayleen couldn’t keep their eyes off of the scene before them.  Jiz’s ass, his balls, his cock disappearing—and the reappearing in and out of Julianne’s cunt.  It was an incredible sight cumulating to the apex whereas Jiz “jazzed”.  No one, not even the boys, knew what the milky cream was.  Jiz had, of course, jerked off but not “off.”
	The experience he experienced fucking Julianne was a mind blower.  The orgasm was like a drug—he wanted it more and more and more and more.  And more.  The cumming off was, unfortunately, short lived and not as long lasting as a good mind altering drug.  But the afterwards, the feeling was still swarming in his mind—like an illicit drug.
	For Julianne—well, not so much.  Her pussy was sore-sore-sore.  The young girl didn’t know quite what to think about “getting laid.”  Her first fuck was confusing.  She wasn’t ready for sex and knew little about it all around.  
	Jiz sat down a little perplexed.  Cum still oozed out of his piss slit as well as out of Julianne’s cunt.  A handy musty rag was used to clean off her soiled poon wetted down with some water from his canteen.  Another rag was used to clean himself and then—
	Kayleen stood up.  On her pretty face she was exhibiting great confusion.
	Mario also stood.
	Outside and the breeze that had been there suddenly picked up making the caboose creak more than usual.  A splattering of rain also came and the storm that had abated was back.
	The children were unawares.
	Down came Mario’s walking shorts; off came his shoes, underwear, shirt…
	Kayleen cocked her head as she watched her friend stripping down.
	“WTF!?” was permanently etched on her face.
	Julianne set up and though she didn’t exactly have the WTF face she was stunned and curious as to what the fuck was going on just the same.  Jiz was also confused but not as much.  His eyes were on Kayleen’s ass.  Most of the girl’s body was tan—all except her ass area.  Julianne was much the same.
	Slowly-slowly-slowly and did Kayleen “Kayzee” Zonkmibrest stripped off her own clothes—just shorts and tee-shirt.  A pretty girl, quite most times, reserved, bouncy blond hair in a style that changed weekly.  She retained her baby cheeks and was getting “lumpy”.
	Like Julianne, Kayleen assessed the cock wavering before her.  Then she “handled” it, stroked the average length penis, squeezed her fingers about it, clutched it at the base, then leaned in and kissed it (the head.)
	Mario was about to explode.
	So was Jiz.
	And by the look on Julianne’s face—she was too!
	Kayleen’s goings of UP and DOWN on Mario’s schlong wasn’t too much to her liking.  She didn’t like it one little bit.  She retched and pulled away no matter how much the “Voice” in her head compelled her to continue.  Oh well.  Mario and Jiz fetched some canvas cushions, dusted them off, shook them, stirred up the dust, then laid them out on the floor.  Then Kayleen laid herself out on the not-so-comfy cushions, knees up and legs apart.  Julianne was embarrassed, Jiz and Mario were hard.
	Positioning himself between the girl’s legs, Mario “went down” on her with not so strong encouragement from his mind’s host.  The boy hadn’t a clue as to what “go down on her” meant or referred to, but a little coaxing and he was a pro.  Licking pussy was “alright” to Mario and not as gross as one would think.  It mattered little that the girl “peed” from there.  The boy happily giggled as he licked her pussy and then, still giggling, inserted his prong like Jiz had done to Julianne and fucked her.

Moose sighting
	Got my Happy pills and Ticked Off pills mixed up this morning, now I’m ticked off but I’m happy about it!

	After a brief interlude, the foursome sat in some bewilderment.  All four were “sore” from their experience—their first experience.  The boys’ schlongs tingled; they had been a little disgusted at the “blood” on their dorks and nuggets, but the handy rags left over from old train crews (and some water) cleaned and freshened them up.  The girls, too, were cleaned up and remained naked (for the boys’ viewing.)

	Another round of fucking soon followed.  No sucking, no licking, just fucking.  But this time, it was Mario to Julianne and Jiz to Kayleen.  It was quite an event.  The girls were a little more into the deed but still concerned and unsure.  The boys—none of that.  They were into the deed and were happy about it.  Mario eased his hardened prick into Julianne’s snatch reeling almost instantly.  And he could wipe that ridiculous grin off his face for nothing!
	Jiz like Kayleen, but he liked Julianne just a little bit more.  And then there was Wanda, Erica, Lori, Michelle, and Yolanda.  There, too, were some girl cousins.  But Wanda, Erica, Lori, Michelle, and Yolanda held prominence in his mind.  Definitely did he want to see them naked—and most definitely did he want to do to them what he was doing to Kayleen.  Most definitely.
	Achieving orgasm came quickly the second time around.  The girls were no less sore from their involvement but were sort of getting used to it.
	‘how about a little ass play.’ suggested the Voice.
	No one knew what that meant.  So, more schooling.
	Ass Play 101  pre requisite for this course—must love ass
	Mario qualified—Julianne’s ass was nice; round, perfectly shaped, and he once heard it fart!  Seeing her ass naked was fantastic!  Touching it, cupping the cheeks, smoothing his hand all over—was a dream cum true.  And speaking of cumming—
	After cupping, smoothing his hand, squeezing the cheeks, Mario was about to blow his third load of spunk.  His eye lids were fluttering and it was a struggle to think and/or breathe.  At first the two were standing and Mario’s schlong was pressed up against the naked girl.  Julianne was getting a little more into the naughty business; she was giggling as much as he, blushing some, and a whole head shorter than him, too!  Which made it kind of difficult for the fine strapping naked boy to molest the girl—but he managed.
	Anyways, after the cupping and smoothing and so on the girl turned about and “bent over.”  Mario went to his knees and while Jiz and Kayleen watched in awestruck awe, Mario put his tongue to Julianne’s dirt chute.  Her asshole!  He did!
	With his eyes closed, Mario went sticking his tongue to Julianne’s cornhole.  Then, he licked.  Just like licking the girls’ pussies he licked Julianne’s dirt hole.  It was clean.  The boy had no thoughts about the deed—he just did it.  He also wanked his wanker whilst doing so which soon led to him standing and guiding his hard aching pud into the girl’s virgin very virgin fresh licked asshole.
	Jiz and Kayleen were stupefied.

	Julianne seemed in anguish.  Her “hole” was for pushing something out—not taking something in.  She grunted and made a disparaging face.  Mario pulled out, slapped her ass with his soiled dick, then plunged back in with some effort.  Julianne’s hands gripped tightly her knees.  Jiz gripped tightly his dick.  Kayleen gripped tightly her mind…
	He didn’t cum—but close counts.  His body trembled, toes curled, and there was the “feeling” of a sensational orgasmic blast into Julianne’s turd chute, but no cream—no evidence of a blast.  Nevertheless, it was a good fuck—a good first butt fuck.  Julianne did quite feel the same—all over.  Now her asshole ached and was just as sore as her pussy!
	Ass Play 1A
	On her back and Kayleen lay with her legs pulled back.  Jiz admired her bald pussy that actually had a few tiny hairs coming in.  The Up Close and Too Personal viewing of her pussy was beyond belief.  And then there was her asshole right there, too!  Awesome!  He never imagined he would see a girl in such a way.
	Grinning bigger than Mario, Jiz put his mouth and yea his tongue to Kayleen’s pooper.  He licked, lapped, and seemingly tried to force his dancing tongue into her crapper.  It was a no-go but nothing like trying.  After thoroughly licking the timid girl’s cute chute the boy applied his prong.  Bits of sperm already coated the piss slit area making it a little easier to penetrate the virgin highway.
	Mario and Julianne were all attentive.
	Outside the caboose the rain had come again with angrier dark black clouds.
	No thunder, no lighting, but lots of rain.
	Jiz’s jizbone slid into Kayleen’s crapper; both grunted at the experience but deed was a done deal leaving Kayleen’s chute steaming.  This after Jiz thoroughly sodomized the girl pumping vigorously after initially making full anal entry.  He was as gentle as he could be but after a few “gentle” pumps IN and OUT the dog instinct to “just fuck and get it over with” kicked and he did just that.
	Gobs of his cum oozed out of the girl’s hole.  She was crying some and found the event of having her asshole ravaged not to her liking.  She liked less the next event.
	None of the four could explain it—but Jiz was sure for some certainty that “we weren’t alone.”  And long after with deep reflection he assumed that they had probably all been under the influence of an EMAD.  He was sure that it was possible he and Julianne would “hook up.”  But not at that time, or age.  Maybe later on, in junior high, high school for sure.  Julianne may had submitted to giving him head—but not at that time.  Up the ass?  Definitely not.
	And Kayleen was pretty much the same.

	Mario?  Hmmm a quirky dude, he had sexual fantasies but they were not as important as discovering bugs, rocks, or lost coins.  The Whistle Stop children remained friends, but there were lingering concerns for their caboose experience.  They continued to explore the meadow and Big Blue, the Whistle Stop depot, but stayed clear of Little Red.
	After the butt doinking and Kayleen closing herself up like in a fetal position, Jiz watched as Julianne positioned herself on the writing desk nearby.  He wasn’t sure but on reflection there seemed to be a “shadowy” figure there.  With the storm re-raging outside and the dim light inside the young boy’s mind just wasn’t sure.  Anyway, Julianne began to grunt.  She gripped the dusty table and it looked like she was once more being sodomized!
	Then there were the telltale sounds of “slapping”.  No, not slapping—spanking!  Julianne began to cry and her “movements” certainly were constrained to the motions of someone getting boinked from behind.
	Next thing he knew and there was Kayleen on the table, legs up (but not pulled back) and SHE was seemingly getting fucked!  Neither Jiz or Mario could move—they seemed frozen in place.  With fear or something else—it couldn’t be rightly determined.
	Kayleen grunted and wept as the “shadowy” figure humped her—pussy and asshole.  Several minutes were spent in each hole.  There was more spanking sounds, grunting, weeping, and then finally it seemed to be over.
	Seemed.
	The girls huddled together by the pot bellied stove; outside and the rain was in torrents with wind whipping the landscape.  Thunder rolled in the distance with some flashes of lightning.  Pressed onto the off-white dingy musty table and Mario the Oreo cookie eater grunted.  But before he was “grunting” there was Jiz on his knees at his friend’s very tan ass.
	‘kiss it.’ the Voice said in his mind.
	Jiz couldn’t breathe.  The concept of “kiss” swam in a current of torrential upheaval.  “Kiss it?” he queried to the unknown occupant in his head.
	‘like with Kayleen, LICK his hole.’
	Jiz would have preferred to simply have “kissed” the hole.
	Licking was a whole new perspective—and gross.
	But a power unknown to him compelled him and he “licked” his friend’s poop chute.  He licked with reverence and disdain.  No thoughts of his were his own.  ‘you like licking his hole.’  ‘you like sucking his dick.’  ‘you like standing naked with him.’

	Jiz didn’t consider himself “gay” but from time to time he and Mario would “get naked” and engage immorally.  They would take a shower together, pee on each other, suck dick and do rim jobs before entering into sodomy.  Most times they engaged in sexual antics while exploring the outdoors—far-far away from possible prying eyes.  And usually without the girls tagging along.
	And speaking of the girls—no, nothing with them after the “caboose” incident.  What happened in the caboose “remained” in the caboose.  The only one who was “in the know” was Jiz.
	After much ado about licking his friend’s funky hole (the boy had recently ripped a couple of Silent But Deadlys so the area therein was “funky”) Jiz stood and buggered his friend.  A slow steady progress making dutiful entry and the dirty deep was done—deep!  A two minute butt fuck and Jiz masterfully mastered the art that was sodomy.  He streamed an ungodly amount of sperm causing him to reel all over.  His toes clenched as his bone inside his friend’s ass stretched to the max.  Though the orgasm was momentary the after effects were long lasting.
	After a few minutes “rest” it was Jiz’s turn—or Mario’s turn depending on how you look at it.  Mario’s hole was steaming and he was in great disbelief that he had been so boned.  But he accepted it (and future bonings) and after Jiz laid himself out on the table he applied his own tongue to Jiz’s hole.  And since Jiz was laying on his back, holding his legs back, Mario partook of sucking on his friend’s musty ball sac!
	Then, it was “up the ass.”
	Jiz groaned, his back arched, and he made a lot of screwed up faces.
	Mario buried his bone grinning and giggling all the way.
	As stated, the boys went on to have sexual encounters with each other; the girls went on to have sexual encounters—with older boys.  Much older boys—high school boys and for Julianne during a Halloween party whereas everyone was in costume, she got boned by The Headless Pumpkin (Horseman but there was a flaming pumpkin in place of a “head.”)

Moose sighting; the next day
	I was at Camden Stables Market (on Chalk Farm Road, Camden Town) when I chanced to meet an old friend who said “What are you doing here!?” to wit I replied, “Oh, you know, hunting elephants.”  He gave me the longest stare.

	Spying 101-1A  pre-requisite:  being nosey
	Prior to the storm and “Moose” Turdpie had slinked his way to a backwoods campground.  The individual camps were far apart from one another and shielded by huge boulders, trees, and bushes.  There were no “facilities” but there was a nearby creek supplying water to the faucets.  
	Moose knew though the weather was warm and still, lifeless and sullen, it was soon to get stirred up and being out in the open was probably not a good idea.
	Whilst snooping in the rough he came upon Campground 5.  Here and a man with his young daughter were experiencing the great outdoors—such as they were.  It was hot out; hot and sticky.  There was no tent but an ice chest on the picnic table.  No fishing poles, either, but the daddy figure was “fishing” just the same.
	The girl was a cutey and about ten years young or so.  Long straight blond hair, a bit of body form—mostly her ass (of which Mario and Jiz would be proud to gaze upon), and then that face.  Karen, the subject here, had an Angel’s face.  It was adorable, bright, kissed lightly by the sun, and was just perfect for resting one’s cock on.  Oh!
	The girl’s father, Patrick, stood just under six foot tall, slim build, and a non-angelic face.  Patrick’s face was more stern and not all that friendly appearing.  Graying at the temples he was hovering in his early 40s and seemed to be in some sort of “construction” career as so noted on the placard on his truck parked nearby.
	The two embraced and were “dancing” to the music in their minds.
	It was a peaceful setting and a wondrous scene of a father and daughter spending some quality time together.  Moose was about to move on not spoiling the precious moment and wanting to avoid the oncoming storm when suddenly Karen worked out of her father’s tight off-blue blue jeans his cock!  She did!  Moose held fast in the tall grass surrounding Campground 5 watching as the pretty ten year old masterfully mastered the male member in her hand.
	Still, while masterfully masturbating her father, the two clung to one another and “danced.”  How odd!  Karen continued to manipulate her father’s schlong, she was all giggles, blushing all the while.  Patrick was enthused but cautious; he looked around nervously then made way to the pick-up truck—with Karen continuing to fondle the cock in her hand all the way.
	Once inside the truck the engine was fired up and the air conditioner turned on HIGH.  Then the “playing” resumed.  Using stealth and extreme sneakiness, Moose got to see the play.  Firstly, little Karen went down on her daddy’s cock.  Unlike Julianne and Kayleen, Karen made no faces as she slobbered on the daddy dong.  She slurped and bobbed pretty blond head up and down servicing her daddy and sending him into extreme gratification.
	More gratification came as Patrick laid down in the full length bench seat working his daughter onto him.  A little fumbling and the man worked his tight jeans and underwear down to his knees and then after honking the horn on the steering wheel to his ankles.  Karen giggled the entire time.  She even giggled when her dear daddy undone her short knee length britches and pulled them off.  There were pinkish panties to greet him and there he did place his nose wiggling it into her crotch—specifically her pussy.
	Clutching her ass he held her firmly as he noshed; then he engulfed the whole of her pussy area essentially eating her out thru her panties.  Meanwhile, the girl continued to masturbate her daddy’s dick getting it to cum.  The sperm blast splashed onto her face but did nothing to settle or quash her daddy’s sexual lust.  Tugging at the crotch of her undies he pulled them down some.  His big beefy hands tightly held the girl’s young fanny.  His cock pulsed and exploded more spunk.  Karen rubbed the average sized schlong on her face seemingly neverminding the spunk flavor.
	With the panties off, Daddy Pat whole heartedly licked pussy.  Squeezing the cheeks of his precious child he pried them open and also greedily licked Karen’s cornhole.  Unlike the Whistle Stop children, he liked it and Karen didn’t mind.
	Soon and the girl was switched around; her panties were used to wipe the drying spunk off her face.  Then the two kissed.  Deeply and passionately.  Patrick caressed his now naked daughter and moved her into prime position whereas his throbbing hard ready-to-fire cock was grinding nicely against her “wet” cunt.  Karen raised herself up “just so”, reached down between their bodies and guided that ready-to-fire cock into her sex—where it was no stranger and had been there a couple times before.
	And so it was once again, too!
	Patrick’s eyes rolled as his daughter settled down onto his staff.  He ahhed as he sunk himself into her sex.  Karen blushed and her angelic face was all aglow.  Her young nipples were stiff and the pumping action began.  Both father and daughter pumped; this, of course, caused Patrick’s cock to slip out.  No matter, he spanked it against Karen’s ass, poked her hole, then returned to her sex for a finishing proper fuck.  Illicit though it was.

I cum, therefore, I am
	Campground 8 was way-way back from the others but closer to the creek.
	Rain was eminent and some concern there was from the inhabitants therein.
	Laid out on a picnic with her panties dangling off an ankle was a dark haired girl with her yellow top pushed up to expose her barely eleven year old titties.  Her jeans lay off on the tables bench seat.  An old camping truck was parked off to one side with some fishing poles leaned against.  The door was open and someone was within.
	Back to the table.
	An old man in his late 60s was between the open naked legs of the girl ON the table.  He wore an old fisherman’s hat cock to one side; he wore a light blue shirt and supported a few “naval” tattoos on his arms.  His pants and undies were at his ankles and his aged cock was buried to the hilt into his granddaughter’s sex.
	The young girl, Trela, lay clutching the sides of the table whilst her grandfather, Noel, pumped her sex.  She seemed disenfranchised about the ordeal and looked one way and then other.  At one point she locked eyes with the spying spy in the brush but it was unclear if she actually saw him (Moose) or not.
	After Noel got his nut he pulled out and more nut juice spewed from his cock.  Long ropey strands of spunk there was from Trela’s cunt to the old man’s dick.  He flopped his dick against the girl’s cunt, glided the head up and down the entrance, then spanked the cum soaked pussy before turning the girl over.
	The first sounds of frightening thunder came; the air began muggy and very unpleasant.  Noel paid it no mind and on his knees he put his face to the girl’s bare bum; parting the cheeks he licked her hole and stuffed it with his finger.  Then stuffed it with his cock.
	Trela grunted and had a face of displeasure.
	At the open door of the camper stood a naked black boy also about eleven years young.  Cum was dripping from his penis and he was grinning like no one else could grin as he watched Noel fuck Trela.  Suddenly appearing at the boy’s side was a pretty naked five year old girl.  Oh!
	Noel put it to his granddaughter; spanked her hips/ass and drove every inch of his six incher into her backdoor.  He gave his all for three minutes before unleashing a hellacious torrent of spew.  When he pulled out he spewed even more thoroughly coating the girl’s hinny.
	Winded, the old man stepped back and nearly stumbled.  Pulling up his pants before he did stumble he retrieved a handkerchief and mopped his brow.  Then just holding his pants up and retreated into the camper.  Trela stood up from the table pulling her panties up.  She then collected her pants and watched with a stoic face as her friend, Eric, exited the camper and fetched a soda from the ice chest by the table.  Little naked Leah almost fell out of the camper but managed to catch herself.  Eric handed her a soda and offered one to Trela, too.
	Nothing was said.  What the old man was doing inside the camper was anyone’s guess.  The first crack of thunder jolted the kids sending Leah back into the camper.  The second thunder crack followed by a brilliant explosion of lightning sent the other two.  The door was shut and that was that.
	The pending oncoming onslaught of a storm sent the wandering Moose to a nearby train known to the old locals as Little Red.  As the rains came he was joined by Jiz, Mario, Kayleen and Julianne.
	Like other MCs (main characters) Moose Turdpie was equipped with an EMAD.  It was loaded with features—most of which were unknown to the User as well as yet to be discovered.  What had been discovered was well worth the investment—murder!

	There were plenty of places to utilize the nifty gadget; the mall, park, plaza, sporting arena, school, church.  Any place were large crowds gathered—although there was security seen and “unseen” with a high tech mind altering gizmo those issues were irrelevant.  Caution was still necessary, sure; but there was some security in the Device and that made it all the better.
	Thing with crowds, though, too many minds.  Too many people and their minds got in the way of the Target.  Moose’s gizmo, like many others like it, operated on fine minute shielded frequencies.  Usually on the onset only ONE mind was subjected to the machine wiles.  Thereafter other minds could be brought in.
	Crowds, though, annoyed Moose.  They made him nervous and he preferred not to be among the masses.  Small crowds were better, less then fifty or so optimal with less than twenty preferred.  Schools, theatres, amphitheaters, all had possible Subjects.  Moose, however, found “churches” had the better clientele.  The Targets therein were “prettier.”  Maybe not all that innocent per se, but very pretty and that was what mattered to Moose Turdpie.
	  Finding a church that fulfilled his qualifications, Moose settled in.  The first few visits were to “get acquainted” with the folk attending (as well as pick out his Subjects.)  And there were quite a few “subjects”.  Teen girls, young girls, young-young girls, and even some young adults.
	After a “few” visits he got acquainted with a one Shane Dickworth.  Shane was tall, well groomed, soft spoken, and pussy whipped.  He was a nice guy, had a few children, a strong Christian, worked for his wife’s father at an agricultural warehouse.  Moose found some sort of kismet with Shane and felt safe enough for one service visit to increase their friendship.
	Prior visits and Moose had only greeted the man and got to know him superficially.  No “prying” into his mind or any of that.  Moose was taking his time—it was an overload waiting to happen.  Soooo many choices!  The teen girls were really something and he ached terribly for each one.
	With Shane, in the enclosed glass walled foyer where there were a meet/greet desk and counter with propaganda—er, literature, Moose lingered waiting for Shane to appear.  The Church by the Woods was one where there were multiple services to serve multiple peoples.  An early morning service, then a break, Sunday school for children, teens, and adults alike, then the just-before-noon service.  A musical interlude was just before each service.
	Shane appeared wearing a casual non-business suit.  He gave Moose a smile and came to greet him.  Moose held in his arms a precious little five year old who was wiggly.  It was that wiggling that gave Shane insight that the little blond hair girl was dazzling blue eyes had no panties on!

	Lindsy had very-very blond hair; it was straight, covered her ears, and hung just above her shoulders.  She was a true cutie.  She wore good Church clothes with a short-short skirt.  Shane’s eyes were startled when he got a glimpse of the girl’s lack of undies.
	‘did you like what you saw?’
	Shane was stunned somewhat.  He had a mess of girls of his own, no boys.  The oldest was thirteen years young, the youngest was Lindsy’s age—five years.  After regaining some composure, licking of lips, and thinking thoughtfully,
	“Uh.” he wasn’t sure.
	Naturally, having girls he had seen them naked, in their undies, naked.  He had given them baths, wiped them, cleaned them, dressed them.
	Moose, standing way off from the main traffic flow, shuffled squirmy Lindsy once more giving Shane a free shot.  Peoples were not paying attention and filing into the main area of the church but they were still a concern for Moose.
	Shane’s cold steely eyes did more than a mere glance at Lindsy’s goodie box—he stared!
	‘you like?’
	The definitive answer here—YES!  And a resounding YES!  Seldom did he get to “stare” at a girl’s goodie—his girls’ goodie.  And yes, he wanted to.  But staring was frowned upon by modern day society—especially for a Christian.
	Moving to a corner by a tall potted fern and turning just so—so as no one else could have glance at Lindsy’s goodie, Moose angled the wiggling Lindsy whereas Shane sure enough got a good damn good looksee.
	The man was in serious ache mode.  A want that anchored him all over.
	Moose held little Lindsy’s legs open wide for Shane to have all the looksee he could stand.
	‘would you like to touch?’  that answer was obvious.
	‘would you like to put your dick against her?’
	There’s blank stares and then there’s “OMF what did you say?” blank stares.
	Shane exhibited such stare.  It was a mix of confusion and “Oh, yeah?” paving the way to “Alright, yes, I would.”  The man began to sweat although the glass structure was shaded and air conditioned.  All activity was to the off-set main doors and just a trickling of peoples.  Music from within the worship center could be heard firing up.  Twenty minutes later and the Announcements would be read taking another twenty minutes and then the sermon would be presented.
	Two other girls were with Moose, twelve year old Brianna and eleven year old Christine.  Brianna wore a long denim dress; long brown hair, beautiful blue eyes, a sweet-sweet smile, and smelled wondrously of oranges.  Christina had a pretty powder blue dress on just to her knees and smelled of roses.
	Moose slyly raised up Christine’s dress revealing no undies there, either.
	Shane was about to collapse.
	“Maybe we could continue this—in your office?”
	Shane had an office at the church, he was an official doing private work for the church, a paid position.  Shane nodded and almost blindedly made his way out of the enclosed foyer and to his office off to one side.
	Moose and his girls followed.
	The office was facing the “B” parking lot, the church was sandwiched between the parking spots along two sides of the building, then an “A” lot and two other lots for lots of parking for the usual crowd of 500 peoples per service.  There were trees, a bit o’ lawn, and privacy.  The offices on the one side were for that, offices for the business of conduction church (official) business.  There were other offices for conducting counseling sessions for young marrieds and intent to be married, disciplinary actions, private school issues, and so on.
	In Shane’s office (and the door shut and locked) Moose quickly removed Lindsy’s shortie kiddie dress and there she was—naked.  The girl was placed on a waist high counter and laid back, legs back, goodie box fully exposed for Shane’s perusal.
	The man was all eyes.  Mouth open, eyes wide, cock hard.
	Moose then increased Shane’s hardness by once more raising Christine’s dress.  No panties no were.  Shane was melting.  The dress was lifted completely removed and she was naked.  A nice-nice body there was to greet Shane; he gouged the heel of his hand to his manhood that was in dire agony.
	Nodding to Brianna, Moose smiled and locked eyes with the young pre-teen girl.  She slowly pulled up her denim dress and was also equally naked.  Shane let out a moan.
	Another head nod and Brianna was on her knees before the befuddled Christian.
	‘take your dick out.’
	Shane blinked his eyes and stared in a deep thought before unleashing his mighty pud.  It was of normal size but thick and extremely hard.  Brianna took her fingers to the man’s hardness and began masturbating it.  Such sacrilege!  Shane watched her in utter awe.  Then she kissed the head of his manhood followed by engulfing the head, rolling her tongue about the super sensitive man part came nextly bringing the man to nearly cumming off right then and there.
	Meanwhile, Moose and dropped his clothes and pretty blond haired Christine was servicing him all the while he fingered Lindsy’s bald pussy.  Shane didn’t know how much more he could take—it was too much.  Brianna, though, soothed him and took his cock mostly into her mouth sucking him dry.  His balls surged and though a time or two he thought of pulling out and stopping the sacrilegious experience—but then the surge came and there was no stopping that.
	Although his wife would surely be looking for him Shane fucked Brianna’s mouth creaming therein washing away whatever pissed offedness his wife would give him later.  Brianna gagged and choked some but otherwise accepted the man goo with a smile.  Shane fucked her face—partly on his own as he always wanted to do a girl that way, partly with Brianna’s help, and—of course—partly influenced by Moose and his marvelous wondrous mind altering machine!
	And though lo (and yea) Brianna was doing a fine job of sucking and very muchly pleasing his cock—Shane’s eyes came to rest on Lindsy’s young pussy Moose was ardently fingering.  This caused Shane’s cock to explode.  There was so much cum that it trickled out the corners of Brianna’s mouth.  She giggled, blushed, and retched a little but seemed to enjoy the cock blast.  Shane humped her sweet face; she was a cowgirl of sorts, enjoyed horses (not so much the cows) and wore adornments depicting cowgirls, horses, horseshoes, and the like.
	Shane’s attention was all on Lindsy; his cock thoroughly fucked Brianna’s sweet-sweet face.  The girl was in command, clutching his ball sac with one and manipulating his prick with the other rubbing the foul dong all over her face.
	A slight head-nod from Moose and Shane ambled over eyes never leaving Lindsy’s poon.  Being that the tyke was just about waist high made it easy for tall Shane to lay his cock against her innocence and “have a go.”  The man’s saucy dong glided all over jutting bits of cum as it did so.  The man was a serious perv.  Brianna and Christine were available to molest at leisure but he chose to be devilish with the youngest girl in the room.
	And after much gliding about he poked.
	‘if you could,’ whispered Moose into the man’s mind, ‘would you FUCK this little girl?’
	There was a brief pause; then,
	A head nod indicating YES.
	There was the “go ahead” but Shane didn’t fully proceed.  He DID move to penetrate but didn’t fully insert—the head of his cummy prick actively made the go ahead but not shaft penetration.  Shane masturbated and Moose went into Brianna from behind.

 Morality?  Never heard of it
	Thirteen year old Rachel was a pretty girl, like her father—Shane, she was going to be tall.  Going to be?  She was already several inches taller than most girls in her age group.  Very slender, preferred soccer to basketball, preferred jazz over rock, pop, and country, and was just a little naughty with her daddy.
	The other girls were “normal” in the respect that they were NOT naughty with their daddy.  (but he was with them on the sly.)  His unnatural desires kept him on edge—fear of getting caught or going too far.
	With Moose Turdpie entwined in his life, though, Shane was more free to roam about the dysfuntionality of family destruction.  With daughter Rachel there was little in the way of “naughtiness.”  She was playing with his dick, masturbating him.  They took showers together, they smoked a joint together, he fingered her pussy and played with her titties.  And as a finale, she would occasionally KISS the head of his dick.  Nothing else followed.  No anal, no oral, and certainly no vaginal.  And Shane didn’t try; he read his daughter and was frightened enough with what he was able to get away with.  She was willing and she knew the score about keeping what they did to herself.  In doing so she was guaranteed a generous allowance and other perks.
	Blackmail!  Such an ugly word—Rachel preferred the term “opportunist.”
	But Shane longed to plug his way up his daughter’s cornhole.
	He wanted to spank her.
	He wanted to cum in her mouth, against her face, between her lovely-simply-fucking lovely titties, and “shower” her with his piss!  His piss!  But most of all, of course, he wanted to sink his daddy dick DEEP into her daughterly pussy and “fuck her brains out.”
	With Moose Turdpie—all things were possible.
	Then there was ten year old Morgan, seven year old Leela, and—AND the five year old, Monica!  Pretty much the same with them as with Rachel; spanking, peeing, humping here, cumming there.  The man had no morals.  The man wouldn’t KILL anyone, steal, assault, or lie.  But he would bang his way with his family.
	And covet his neighbor’s wife—Justine.  He really-really-really wanted to fuck that woman into next year.
	First!
	Rachael.
	Rachael Annette loved the outdoors; she loved playing sports, swimming, climbing trees, building treehouses, and socializing with her peeps.  Shane wanted to fuck the brains out of those “peeps”, too.  All of his daughter’s girlfriends were fuckable; even the one who wore glasses, the one with braces, the one with no titties, and the one who was “a little fat.”
	But first!
	Although Shane’s job at his father in-law’s warehouse paid well, his wife, Kim, also worked and was seldom home during the day.  This paved the way for Shane to be home with his girls—having a high position at the workplace allowed Shane “perks”—like taking off work early on some ruse that it was “work” related.
	Many times—many-many times and the younger girls were at some friend of theirs for the day allowing Shane other perks to enjoy.  Like his daughter, Rachael for example.
	Long straight blond hair, strawberry blond.  Long straight arms and legs, a firm fanny, firm body all over with delectable titties.  The girl had a wondrous smile, a cute giggle, and an “interesting” voice.  Most girls were high pitched tone, especially young teens.  Not Rachael.  She was more lower in pitch with an odd accent thrown in.  Neither Shane or his wife had an “accent” or hailed from anywhere where there was a distinctive “accent”.  Oh well.  She was pretty (and willingly naughty) so that was all that mattered.
	Smoked pot with her dad?  Playing around nakedly with her dear daddy was one thing, but smoking pot?  What a Christian, eh?
	On Moose’s visit to Shane’s two-story home w/pool, not two but THREE car garage, game room w/pool table in the basement, gourmet barbeque on the patio, no one home but Shane and Rachael.  Shane was anxious.  And stoned.  He and his first born had been smoking a blunt in the game room but were still clothed.  Earlier that, day, though, the happy-go-lucky girl who could sing well alone and without music (despite her low voice) happily jerked off her daddy and let him finger her pussy.
	Rachael greeted Moose with a hug; she was charming, very pretty clad in typical teen wear of a tee-shirt, short jeans, and sandals.  Her hair smelled of oranges, her face beamed with a “sunny” radiance, and her incredible blue eyes told the tale of smoking a joint.
	Once more into the basement; after a quick tour of the bottom floor of the house, a glance outside to the pool and barbeque area.  At any time and a family member was apt to wander home and possibly spoil something in progress.  There was security, however—when any entry door of the house was opened a “chime” would sound alerting inhabitants.
	‘take your clothes off.’ Moose minded (electronically) to Rachael.
	The girl complied and Shane sighed.  He loved thoroughly watching his children undress.  It was a cheap thrill but he enjoyed it and he never tired of it.
	Once naked and the two men stripped off their clothing—each had a prominent boner for Rachael to enjoy.  Her first joy was handling the puds wavering in her face.  The second was more for the men than the girl—sucking.  Kissing and rolling her tongue about the super sensitive head.  Then down.  Down-down-down and then back up.  She was not an avid cocksucker and in facts had never slurped a schlong.  The girl was naughty ONLY with her daddy!
	After sucking her daddy and Moose the girl laid out on the fold down sofa, legs wide open for the men to ogle her.  And ogle her they did—before laying beside her.  Shane fingered her pussy while Moose enjoyed her delicious teenage titties.  Moose recalled fondly how the man lusted heavily that day in his office having sex with the five year old Lindsy.

	After fingering Rachael’s pussy bringing the girl to the height of sexual want—meaning she wanted fucked and fucked hard, Shane did just that.  His cock was raging hard and barring some ax wielding hockey mask wearing blood stained seven foot monster barging in on them—it was a done deal.  There was no stopping the progress of incest—save for if the wife should suddenly appear.
	She didn’t so incest it was!
	Moose enjoyed the show; after Shane had his daughter’s pussy thoroughly soaked with her own poon juice and then mounted her easing his adequate hard cock into her, Moose moved back to the floor directly behind the two incestuous lovers to watch the progress.  Shane made ease into his daughter’s cunt.  She was a virgin as evidence on his cock and balls.  Moose wasn’t “gay” per se, he just liked to see sex in action and a nice hard throbbing man cock was just the thing.  He powerfully stroked his own as he watched the man he had known just a month or so fuck.
	Slow but powerful thrusts were made; Rachael bucked up but mostly laid firm accepting the sexual relationship.  Moose was overjoyed watching the fucking; he smiled the entire time and squeezed his cock harder and harder.  The smell of “sex” permeated the sullen air; mixing with the stench of marijuana from earlier.
	Finally the finale.  Three minutes and some seconds later and Shane unleashed a flood of his love cementing his illicit relationship with his daughter.  The thrusting continued; the grunting and groaning also.  Rivers of cum flowed from the girl’s cunny.  Shane heaved and all his energy was fully expelled.  He did manage to roll off his heaving daughter opening the way for Moose.
	Sloppy seconds anyone?
	It wasn’t “sloppy”; she was just broken-in.  A little clean up and Moose did so take the girl fucking her on her back firstly but mid way thru the event rolled to have the girl “on top”.  Gripping her ass he powerfully engaged sexually with the girl schooling her on how to fuck Reverse Missionary style; to lay down fully prone, to sit up, and to do the Around-the-World.
	A quick shower in the basement/game room full bathroom and Moose further schooled Rachael in the dastardly art that was sodomy.  Butt banging 101—this after her daddy licked her asshole.  He had never tongue and bung before; or sucked cock, played with another man’s balls, or had any kind of sexual relationship with a man.
	A boy, yes, a man, no.
	As a young man, pre-teen, Shane and his best friend Milton, sucked one another—in the backyard using a refrigerator cardboard box the two pulled their pants and underwear down and then while one stuck his head out the “porthole” topside the other would suck his dick!  The boys were ten at the time.
	Sodomizing his teenage daughter just sealed the fate—er, deal for Shane.  A little anal lube and the butt plunging was a done thing.  His cock was so hard it could launch a ship!  Cumming off in his daughter’s pussy was one thing, but her butt hole?  Priceless.  Of course, creaming in her mouth and ON it were pretty spectacular episodes, too.
	Of course, the one BEING butt plunged didn’t overly derive as much pleasure as the one doing the plunging.  But Rachael submitted to the ass play—all the while she gobbled down on Moose’s cock.  Shane fully concentrated on his butt fucking, pulling out to smack/spank his daughter’s lovely simply lovely to fuck ass then delve back in for a horrendous finish.
	No spanking or peeing, but that would cum later.
	Shane was exhausted.  Moose dinked with Rachael’s mind enabling her to accept her new way of life with her daddy.  Giving him a headjob most every day was one way; spreading her legs (and ass) was another.  A “now and then” spank fest, a showering and pee fest was thrown in for good measure of immorality.
	Well, that was one daughter down—three more to go!

Conversions with a cow
	While driving along a country road two city ladies came across some cows grazing in a pasture.
	“What a cute bunch of cows!” remarked one of the ladies.
	“Not a bunch, herd.” her friend replied.
	“Heard of what?”
	“Herd of cows.”
	“Of course I’ve heard of cows.”
	“No, a cow herd.”
	“What do I care what a cow heard.  I have no secrets to keep from a cow!”

*

Explained Capitalism:  You have two cows.  You sell three of them to your publicly-listed company, using letters of credit opened by your brother-in-law at the bank, then execute a debt/equity swap with associated general offer so that you get all four cows back, with a tax deduction for keeping five cows.  The milk rights of six cows are transferred via a Panamanian intermediary to a Cayman Islands company secretly owned by the majority shareholder, who sells the right to all seven cows' milk back to the listed company. The annual report says that the company owns eight cows, with an option on one more.  Meanwhile, you kill two cows to keep the flies down.

*

	“Who closes the door after the bus driver gets off?”
	“What?”
	“Just askin’.”  Moo
	While contemplating the mysteries that were life, Moose motored thru the countryside pausing midway along to hang loose the lily and drain the lizard.  Whilst doing so he noted the bobbing black and white head of a spotted cow grazing in the meadow nearby.
	“Moo, cow, moo.”
	“Mooooo.” replied the cow.
	“HERD any good jokes lately?” Moose chuckled.
	The bovine chewed thoughtfully, then shook her big cow head,
	“Moooo.” she replied.
	“I think I ate you sister.”
	The Jersey stopped chewing, bowed her head and bumped the fence.
	Moose chortled and backed wisely up.
	Almost tripping and falling into the ditch—which would have possibly gotten a chortle from the cow, Moose noted a modern day sedan roll pass that obviously had some motor problems.  The day was wearing on and Moose had no ardent plans.  After pissing into the ditch that had cow piss in it already he leaned against his own ride, a 1959 Cadillac, red convertible.  Big, long, politically incorrect, loved to slurp gasoline.  Moose didn’t care, it was a great car, a fantastic car full of American ingenuity if not integrity.
	He mused a moment, contemplated his options; continue conversing with the Jersey cow, or motor down the back country two lane road and see what-what.  Decisions-decisions.  There was something about that car, though; more than the motor making odd sounds.
	In the air, mixed with the scent of cow shit, there was honeysuckle, wild roses, stink weed, and lavender.   The car in question was just about out of sight; then he saw the brake lights come on.  hmmm   As far as he knew there were no stop signs on the country lane; no turn-offs, no homes.  So, the occupants were stopping to take a piss, fuck, take in the country scene around them, or they had car trouble.
	Moose assumed the latter.
	“See ya ‘round, cow.” Moose said with a wave and a One-Finger-Salute.
	“Moooo!” mooed the cow, ‘go fuck yourself!’

Highway escapades
	It was one of those imported cars from a foreign non-English speaking land; parked just off the road on the gravely part (precariously parked next to the ditch); hood up, flashers on and the mixed in with the stink weed, wild weed, roses, honeysuckle, and lavender—the heavy stench of burnt oil.
	Three teens stood looking at the disabled engine.  Day was fading, the air was still quite warm; wild oranges scented the air along with cow droppings but did little to quell the stink of burnt oil.
	The teens, two girls and a boy, were a little nervous as Moose sauntered up to them—they were on alert and fumbling trying to get a signal on their cell phones.
	“No cell towers out here.”  Moose said.  None of the teens’ cell phones had contact with roving in-orbit satellites so they had to rely on old fashion cell phone towers.  Which in the back country there were none.
	“What seems to be the problem?” Moose asked, other than no cell service.
	“It started rattling,” said the oldest teen, Morgan, “and then it started to make bad noises and smell.”
	“Head gasket.” Moose surmised.
	“Is that bad?” asked the same girl.
	Moose nodded.  He had a friendly enough face, a quirky smile, and nice kind eyes—the ones that said “Hey, trust me, I’m not a psychopathic killer or a zombie out to eat your brains.”  ‘I’m something far worse…’
	Taking a gander at the disabled engine, moving hoses around and acting like he knew what he was doing—and he didn’t really—he surmised that his early surmation was correct.
	“Were there lights on the dash?” he asked.
	Morgan nodded, “the check engine light was flashing, red.”
	Not a good sign.
	The boy, Zach, looked more nervous than his younger sister, Erica.
	Both girls could pass as twins; Morgan was seventeen, Erica was thirteen, but they had the same facial features and mannerisms.  Morgan’s dark brown hair that hung to her waist had her forehead/bang hair swept to the right.  Erica, whose hair was just to her shoulders, had her hair sweeping to the left.  Other than that, despite their ages—twins.
	“What’ll we do now?” almost pleaded Erica.  “There’s no cell servicej.”
	“I’ll give you a ride to town,” Moose said friendly enough, “Burnt Rock is just up ahead.”
	“Yeah, we know,” said Zach trying to be assertive and place his position as the “man” of the family, “we were going there—.”
	“To Rock Creek church,” butted in Erica,
	“We’re singing there this Sunday.” butted in Morgan.
	“We’re the Wayhigh Highway band.” Consisting of three.
	Moose stepped aside; light was fading fast.  He motioned for the gang (band) to mosey to his car.
	“Dang,” said Erica, “nice car!”
	Moose smiled.  It WAS a nice car.  And she had a NICE ass!

Burnt Rock
	Burnt Rock was one of those places that was spread out a might.  Lots of country side; farms, ranches, off-to-themselves-trailer parks, and the like.  There was a central hub having a few stores of this and that; a post office, intermediate school, and sheriff’s department.
	Couple of churches, too.
	Rock Creek church was thru town sitting perched at the edge of town.
	Moose driving his ’59 Caddy didn’t go thru town, or even around it.  Saturday night and the town though usually closed up and virtually ghost town like was having it’s Summer Revival—several outlaying area churches were coming together to bring religion to the heathens and backsteppers.  There was also a Summer party (for those backsteppes and heathens) and a small rodeo at the farm of Laketimber.
	Just before coming to the town’s namesake—a huge granite boulder that took on the flames of a massive wildfire and miraculously held back those flames from incinerating the town, Moose took a turn to a dirt road making for the trees.  His companions were not concerned—their minds already zapped, their pants already down.

	‘virgin?’ despite being from a strong Christian family, a straight “A” student, honor student, singer of Christian songs—no, eighteen year old Morgan Jane Wayhigh was not a virgin.  In facts, she was just thirteen when she first got her cherry busted.  She was still an anal virgin, though.
	Pink panties, pink bra.  The very slender seventeen year old was very pretty, the hair was gorgeous!  Her smile, her general persona was just awesome!  And the fact that she had sex with a high school boy when she was just a beginning teenager—well, that just topped it all!
	At the End of the Road dirt road—nothing.  The road emptied into a great open meadow.  Day was just about done but there was still light enough for Moose to enact his skill—his skill of deviltry!  After probing Morgan’s mind, finding her like of dick at an early age, she smoked pot “now and then”, Moose turned her in the seat she occupied (front seat/passenger side) facing her siblings in the backseat.

	Then, a light swat to her panty clad ass.  Her pants were removed from her ankles and legs spread open a bit.  Moose took his time feeling no hurry in his dastardly deeds.  Off came the girl’s top and then that matching pink bra.  Moose noted that the boy, Zach, and the sibling beside him, Erica, were making faces.  They were “aware”!
	Hmmm
	Not too worry—much.  They were unable to move to intervene; they were in some limited shock (just unable to act on it.)
	Moose moved directly behind Morgan and fondled-fondled-fondled her very lovely seventeen year old titties.  This only made Zach experience great anguish.  Great confusion there was, too; angst.  The boy was horrified to some extent at the treatment his sister was receiving.  There, too, though, was the joy of seeing her bare titties.  The boy had yearnings.  Unnatural though lo they be he had a strong-strong yearning to be naughty with her.
	But that wasn’t the Christian thing to do.
	Erica was in fits; no crying or anything like that but upset that she couldn’t help her sister and fretted that she was going to be next.  Moose smiled to her and though he could re-zap the girl’s mind to soothe her he chose not to.  Morgan herself was “aware”; she was frightened, confused, and just a little pissed off.  She tried wiggling out of the mind constraints but found that task tasking.
	Moose slipped his hands down inside the girl’s panties; he was sure she could feel his heart beating against her backside.  Most assuredly she could feel his cock against her!  A cop feel of her ass then he worked around to her muffin.  This act really got the girl going.  Brother and sister in the backseat were squirming and trying to scream obscenities but the mind zapper had them in a good hold.
	A good couple of minutes fingering Morgan’s cunt; she resisted getting “wet” but the juices were at the ready regardless.  Moose had talented fingers!  Morgan moaned and managed to blurt “NO!” and “DON’T—STOP!” of which Moose took that as a command; “No, don’t stop!” so he didn’t.
	The buzz of insects annoyed Moose; the lack of light also was a bummer.  Still, though, he continued on fingering Morgan until her poon was thoroughly soaked.  Then his cock was free and gliding effortlessly between her legs.  The girl began shaking her head violently but expertly maneuvered the girl and cock and sliding into her cunny was a done deal.
	Moose effortlessly made slow movements into the girl as she was careened at a 90-degree angle against the front seat; left leg cock upwards with the knee on the top of the seat, her chest pressed against the seat as she clung on for dear life.  Moose eased into the girl’s sex pumping steadily finding the girl’s cunny a delight to fuck.

	The tempo kicked up; Moose clutched the girl’s hips and power fucked her into oblivion.  And more than once did the girl gasp and utter “OH!  YEAH!  YEAH!  MORE!  MORE!  OOOOOH!” this only increased the tempo and Moose Turdpie successfully brought the girl to a delightful orgasm.  He felt her shudder as her pussy trembled and leaked rivers of cum.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” she said as she slid down the seat, heaving and gasping for breath.  And in her delirium there was some concern—Moose noted on his wondrous gizmo that altered the thought processes of modern day minds—not all green across the board but yellow and a flickering red diode light, too.
	Not good.
	But as the girl regained herself—the lights flickered back to green and then were steady on.  Rock on!  Moose didn’t have the full concept of how the marvelous machine worked but understood to some degree that emotions could fuck up a wet dream—or in the EMAD case disable the effects of the mind altering gadget.
	Leaving Morgan and climbing over the seat he faced the petrified Erica.
	‘pull your legs back, sweetie.’ Moose minded to the hapless girl.
	He moved the girl’s shoes and then pants off and then her green tinted panties as she complied.  Zach firstly wouldn’t look but as his sister moved into position he did.
	‘take your clothes off,’ Moose minded to Zach, ‘all of them.’
	While Zach stripped to his skin, Moose sized up the thirteen year old.
	Erica, from a mind probe, told of self pleasuring—and pleasing her brother, Zach!  Of pleasing herself—her dear daddy walked in on her whilst she was on her bed—but naked and “just a gettin’ after it.”  he never walked in on her (unannounced) again.  And, he didn’t get onto her for what she was doing.
	Pleasuring her brother?  Oh!
	Mutual masturbation; she did him and he did her.  No sex, no anal, no oral—just get naked and finger the hell out of each other.  Good healthy wholesome Christian incest.  Nothing wrong with that!
	With her legs back, ass at the edge of the seat, Moose entered her virgin poon.  It was a nice snug fit that with a mighty thrust disabled the intact hymen.  Erica let out a sharp shriek but otherwise took the taking with moderate emotions.  Sitting beside her and Zachary was in his own emotional state—which was hard.  He was in some sort of panic mode, too.
	Erica squirmed as she was fucked; Moose pulled out to hump her pussy, poke her equally virginal asshole, then plunge back into the girl’s freshly broken-in cunt.  The pumping went on steadily from there on.  Erica grunted; her young teenage titties jiggled and her brother beside her pleasured himself.

	Just as the good feelings were sailing thru his body and more wicked thoughts prevailed—flashing lights were seen flickering in the distance behind him at the kids’ disabled car.
	Moose watched; there was no reason for the police to “look” down the lone rustic dirt road—but they did.  A piercing light from a car’s side search light stabbed into the bleak oncoming night finding Moose’s car.  Moose tensed; the lights on his mind altering device were flickering—all in the yellow.  Not good.  It meant the hold the magical device had on the siblings’ mind was not firm.
	A deputy sheriff’s car pulled up; headlights bright, search light brighter.
	The entire area was well illuminated disgruntling Moose who stood waiting by his car, arms folded, waiting.
	“What’s ya doin’ out here, sir?” asked a tall lanky deputy.
	Moose sighed dejectedly and cast a hand to his rapidly set up telescope.
	“I WAS checking out the skies.” he said, ‘before your fucking lights obliterated THAT hobby!’
	“Did you see anyone from the car?” asked the shorter deputy.
	“What car?”
	“There’s a disabled car on the road.” said the lanky fellow.
	“I’ve been here a little while,” Moose said, “haven’t seen anyone.”
	“What kind of car is this?” asked the height challenged cop.
	Subject change.  The deputy’s car was a lame domestic sedan; the radio squawk box chattered further disrupting the serenity of the area.
	“It’s a 1959 Cadillac, 62 series.” And it was cherry—with a bit o’ “cherry juice” on the back seat!
	Moose popped the hood and let the deputies check the awesome power plant.  They also looked at the dash and were impressed with the overall appearance.  Moose went on to explain the engine, transmission, and the general tremendous appeal the car had.
	“It’s also a decent chick magnet!” Moose chuckled.
	The deputies were going on about cars they’ve had, “a ’38 Coupe that used to be the Sully Boys’ moon runner.”  “a ’69 Barracuda” and a—
	“Car Twelve, Car Twelve, Andy Greasslop says someone’s walked off with his tractor—again.”
	Deputy Umphire shook his head and keyed the mike on his shoulder answering and walking back to the car.
	“Damn country kids,” said the lanky deputy, “gots nuttin’ better to do!” he ambled off and slid into the driver’s seat.  The piercing search light was switched off and the car backed up to the road and was off leaving Moose in the darkness.
	Tapping the car’s trunk (boot) he opened the lid and helped the confined naked teens out.  Sighing he contemplated his next move. 
The escape
	Contemplations all around; the interruption of the deputies was annoying.  They had gone—but could be back.  More annoyance.  Stifling a yawn (and a pesky fart) he moved to Erica who was closer.  The girl tensed, gasped, and began breathing in quick short breaths.  Zachary’s pud was half hard and he seemed to be fighting with himself to break free the mind grip.
	Moose moved the girl to a “bent over” position whereas she was to suckle his cock while her brother “took her” from behind.  Moose had quickly dressed when just before the country deputies arrived but now dropped his pants slapping his wang against the pretty thirteen year old girl’s face.
	Just then, suddenly, Morgan darted.
	The lights of his mind warper were flashing yellow and red—no mind control hardly whatsoever.
	“Damn!  Shit!  Piss!  Motherfucker!”
	Moose bolted after the naked teenager whirling around barking at her siblings, “Stay put!” ‘if you know what’s good for you!’ he had no idea if they would or not, the EMAD was quirky and flashed green lights indicating a strong presence of electronic hold; but the electronic mind hold on the fleeing Morgan flickered from yellow to red—red being no mind hold whatsoever.
	Across the ditch, over the fence, narrowly missing the boulder but not the log did Moose chase after the fleeing Morgan.  Moose went straight down to the ground stirring up some lightning bugs.  He could just barely make out the fleeing girl; turning back to his car he could still see Zach and Erica holding fast.  The EMAD’s lights revealed that they were still electronically held.  But for how much longer?  What about distance?  He knew already from past previous incidences that he could insert notions into the mind of a Subject and for the most part it would stick.  Hopefully that would remain true.
	Morgan was nearly out of sight; she was a good runner being tall and slender but she was in unfamiliar territory, open ground, and naked.  And instead of making for the road or thru the woods she darted out over an old wooden fence and into the open meadow.  She was disorientated but barging across an open moonlight field was probably not a good move.

The capture
	But first!
	The fright in the meadow.
	As darkness became “dark” but still light enough from ambient sources to see somewhat, Moose stopped dead in his tracks as he heard a noise.  It took only the second time hearing the noise to know what it was.  And before him some fifteen meters (fifty feet) was Morgan.
	“Stand perfectly still.” Moose said in a low voice.  “Don’t make any moves.”
	“I’m about to have one.” she said sarcastically.
	Causing the noise and Morgan sarcasm was standing just some twenty-five feet away a cougar.  Moose slowly inched his way up to where Morgan stood.
	“Don’t even breathe.” he whispered.
	“No problem.”
	“When facing off with a cougar,” Moose said off-sides, “try and look bigger than he is.”
	The cougar stood out in the moonlight; he was on a log laying against a misplaced boulder.  The cougar had the advantage—and height.
	“Shouldn’t we run?” Morgan said; her voice reaching panic mode.
	“No, he’ll just run after you and rip your balls off.”
	Morgan shot him a sideways glance that wasn’t nice.
	“He’s ready to pounce, like a kitten playing with a paper wad, or a mouse.”
	“And I’m the paper wad.” breathed the panicking teen.
	“And I’m the mouse.” And truth be told, Moose wanted to dart across the meadow, too.  But he held firm his stance—petrification will do that to you.
	Very-very slowly-slowly Moose bent down searching the ground for a stone to throw, a stick, anything.  The cougar held his ground, too; growling and licking his lips.
	“This will sound stupid,” Moose said lowly, “but if he charges, run to him.”
	Morgan didn’t say anything but she conveyed “Are you fucking crazy!?”
	“Run at him screaming and yelling, flail your arms—it might scare him off.”
	Morgan was still speechless.
	The cougar suddenly leaped.
	“RUN!” shouted Moose.
	And Morgan did—the other way.

	No time to bitch or chase after the girl; the cougar was on Moose in a blinding flash.  Moose, though, had come up with a hunk of wood—of which he used to block the big cat’s mouth from ripping out his jugular.  The two rolled in mid air with Moose taking the brunt of the big animal’s force with a mighty grunt.  They rolled and Moose managed somehow to throw the cat to the ground.
	The animal was quick, though, and bounced up to lunge at Moose.  The hunk of wood “snapped” as the big cat bit thru it.  Next up!  Jugular!  Moose tried to knee the animal but that was met with a slash of big kitty claws.  Moose let out a ripping yell as the cat’s claws went to the bone.
	Then suddenly there was Morgan—with an even BIGGER hunk of wood.
	Of course she slung it like a typical girl but it was enough to dislodge the pissed off kitty.  The cat disappeared into the bleak night and Moose lay like a turd heaving and reeling from his narrow death experience.
	Morgan knelt beside him—her mind was wrecked, ravaged, confused.
	“A-are—are you alright?” she asked concerningly.
	A little shaken, a lot stirred, Moose sighed and gripped the ground.  Nodding, he sat up breathing hard.
	“Just fine, hon,” then, “thanks.”
	Half a second later,
	“And, oh, this—” zapped her mind with the EMAD.