August Moone
Book 9
Chapter 26
And the Saga Continues
Country Life
(with just a little twist)

“When you see my head tilt to one side and I seem to stare off into space; RUN!  The voices in my head have just given me a brilliant idea!”

Weather forecast:  Rain
	1 dozen maple, 1 dozen glazed, 2 dozen mixed donuts; 1 doz. apple fritters, 1 doz. assorted fruit filled—nothing like a donut binge to make a horrendously naughty family happy.  Gale Scarcarion greeted her son as he brought in the treasures—the donuts and “extra” cargo.  A new rainstorm had begun; both outside weather wise and inside—naughty wise.
	“You get my cheese whiz, boy!?” shouted the old man at the kitchen table playing dominoes with the twins, Dusty and Blizzard.
	“You didn’t ASK for cheese whiz, Pa.” sarcastically piped Rain, his grandson.  But as he plopped down the donut boxes he pulled out of his jacket pocket a can of popular cheese in a can.  Some people like ketchup on everything, Grandpa Harold liked cheese whiz.
	The “extra” stood a little bedraggled and a lot confused.  Acquired from the town “just down the road” she was a dear prize.  She had also been something of a ruse gone wrong; the police who were supposed to be watching her and protecting her—went to the wrong town.  She was equipped only with a tracking device that Rain secured to a wandering doggie.
	Heads were going to roll down at the police station—and the girl’s parents—OH!  They were not going to be too happy about their daughter’s “missing.”  And the security cameras at the convenience store—not working.  The gas station’s camera across the street—they shut down when the station did.  With the bad weather encroaching all other forms of electronic monitoring of the Set-up were negated.
	Grandpa Harold, clad in his royal blue bathrobe (and nothing else) glanced at the bedraggled child, Meagan Birdwalk.  She looked a little frightened.  Correction—a LOT frightened.  Rain had expertly eased up on the Device’s contact to her mind.  The girl, Darla Gitbangedoften, didn’t have it in her to fight back the intrusion.  She was fourteen (but looked twelve.)
	Grandpa Storm set aside his donuts and checked the girl out.  There was heavy lust in his old eyes.  He still had a yearning, though, for Amy—his prized music student.  Some families are psychopathic cannibals; others, like the Scarcarin family here, psychopathic perverts.
	With a gentle push from Rain standing behind her, Darla moved to the open legs of the family Patriarch.  The old man greeted the girl with his robe open.  His manhood was raging hard—for the donuts or the girl?  Up the short skirt did the old man’s go, patting her ass and smiling with a glazed look on his eyes.
	The girl was petrified.
	Slowly down came the girl’s panties.  She clenched herself and was in total disbelief what was happening to her—and that an entire family was standing around watching!
	Speaking of family,
	“Hey!  Donuts!” from somewhere else in the house, basement most likely, Dusty smelled the fresh donuts.  Blizzard was right behind him with Cloud coming in third.  As Storm pulled off Darla’s blouse, unhooked her bra,
	“You might want to go to the stable.” commented Cloud to Rain.
	Rain scoffed down a jelly filled donut, eyed Darla with her panties bunched up at her knees and the rest of her clothes on the floor then moseyed out the side kitchen door to the stables.
	It was evening type time, late evening, and dark foreboding clouds were looming.  Meteor, the 17hands tall black stallion made noises from his stall.  Peering within and there was fifteen year old Lucy naked, tied to the horse.  She was out of her mind.  She had been beaten into submission—firstly by Cloud whipping another girl at the center post (Hanna) then she herself received some strikes until she complied with the heinous bestially task of sex with Meteor.
	 Lucy lay uncomfortably on a bale of hay, her legs up along the sides of the stallion with a rope securing her ankles strung over the back of the great horse.  She had been thoroughly fucked by the horse, Hanna had helped guide the horse’s mighty cock into her pussy—and then helped stuff said mighty cock into the girl’s asshole.  She, Hanna, masturbated the horse until he came in great quantities.  She was totally like totally grossed out.
	More gross out came when the young twelve year old had to lick Lucy’s horse cum coated pussy—clean.  That or take another round at the post.  Hanna was also out of her mind.  And watching this beastly happening—the boys and girls from the basement.  All of them.  They were lined up shoulder to shoulder watching the most horrific thing they had ever seen or could ever possibly imagine.
	Ever.
	Hanna and the kids were ushered back into the basement.
	Lucy was secured to the stallion where after a while he peed on her.
*

Update weather forecast:  Thunder & Lightning
	“Jesus Christ!”
	“Fucking A!”
	“Son-of-a-bitch!”
	“We’re doomed!”
	One by one, the kids in the basement had their comments—and assessment of their dire situation.  Julianne summed it up nicely, though:  “We’re doomed.”
	“We’re fucked!” declared Mitchell.  Everyone was in agreement there.
	“D-do you think they’ll make us—” Katie Ann didn’t want to think about it—but “sex with the horse?”  Appalling.
	Mitchell shook his head.  And where was Hanna?
	Probably killed.
	That thought made him sick.  Would their captors be so heartless and callous as to out and out kill them?  Wasn’t it enough that they were being sexually abused?  He sighed, Julianne was probably right—“we’re doomed.”  Probably.
	In the basement, Mitchell, sat against a stone wall, knees up and arms tight about them.  He was just a few months away from being thirteen, an official teenager.  He had never thought much about sex; he knew and understood the basics and about babies and where they came from and how they got there.  But since he had been captive he had learned a lot more.  A lot.
	Next to him was Katie Ann; she was ten, pretty, and he had personally cum off in her mouth, pussy, and asshole.  He had had her across his lap and spanked her, licked her pussy out, licked her asshole, showered with her and peed on her while doing so, and fucked her face until cumming off into her hair.  He was embarrassed about his deeds and actions—but he was being forced to do those things.
	The only other boy, Martin, sat on his other side.  Their captors had made them sexual engage; kissing, ass grabbing, cock fighting—then cock sucking, sucking asshole, pissing on one another, then out and out butt fucking.  Mitchell’s mind blanked out most of the deeds done with Martin—but he still remembered them.  His cock would never be the same; his mind, body, soul, and thoughts regarding sex.  Up Martin’s hole or up one of the girls—it didn’t seem to matter much.  All that mattered was to cum.  That euphoric feeling meant everything.  It was the only thing—to fuck until cumming.  Without fucking, without cumming—there was nothing else.
	Nothing else.
	All that mattered was to fuck and cum.  Fuck and cum.

	Angela was another member of the basement; and oh, there was Karlos, the other only boy.  He was off in the darkness—curled up in a fetal position after being spanked HARD by one of the captors—Mitchell had determined that there was more than one, at least two, and possibly three.
	Lucy and Hanna—where were they?
	Dead?
	Most likely.
	Was that to be the fate of them all?
	Probably.
	Most likely.
	Mitchell sought his mind for any possible hope of a different outcome.
	‘If we do all the things they want of us,’ he told himself, ‘maybe they will let us go.’ Maybe.  Not likely but maybe.  Maybe.  Big maybe.  If maybe just one of them could escape.
	Escape!?
	Was he crazy?  No way.  Whoever the captors were they would hunt him down.  Hunt him down and probably do more than thrash him.  Probably do more to him than what happened to Karlos.  Mitchell himself had been spanked but not to the degree Karlos had been beaten.  Karlos’ spanking had just about brought the blood to his ass.  Almost.  Mitchell didn’t think he could take it—so running off, escaping was a no-go from the get go.
	He must of drifted off to sleep—awakening with a sudden startle.  I hate that!  His eyes hurt, his stomach and head followed.  His legs, arms, back, butt took precedence thereafter.  His mouth was dry and someone was saying something to him.
	“They took them.”
	Mitchell stared for clarity.  “Took them?”
	“The girls, they took them while you were sleeping.”
	Mitchell tried to stand up but that wasn’t happening—every fiber in his being was on fire.
	“What’s going on?”
	“Don’t know,” Karlos said, “two men came in and got the girls up and took them out.” He shrugged, that was all he knew.
	In Mitchell’s mind he saw Lucy underneath that big black horse.
	“JESUS!” he said aloud—he couldn’t believe what his mind was conjuring.
	Karlos must have been thinking the same thing.
	“Yeah, pretty horrendous, huh?”
	Mitchell tried again to stand and was a little more successful—but no less the pain.
	“AGHHHHHH!” he cried out.
	Karlos and Martin helped him stand and soon the pain in his legs subsided.
	Julianne, Katie Ann, and Angela were gone.  Gone to get fucked by that horse?  In no way did Mitchell want to see that.  No way.  Clutching the cinder block wall behind him he fought the sickness welling up in him.  The images of Lucy with that horse dick burrowing into her pussy and then her asshole—AGHHHHHHHHHHHH!
	“Hey,” said Martin, “look!”
	The boys looked and the door to their prison was open a bit.
	“Holy bat shit!” blurted Karlos.  The boys one-two-three crept up to the door and it was indeed not closed tightly.  Outside the door and there was a landing with a set of stairs to the right and left.
	“What’ll we do?” asked Martin.
	“Make a run for it?” Karlos asked curiously.
	Mitchell didn’t know.
	Very slowly with great caution and a hell of a lot of apprehension the boys made their way up the stairs to a single metal door.  No window.
	“If we’re caught—” mentioned Martin.
	“Yeah,” said Karlos, but he didn’t finish—he didn’t have to.
	Turning the door knob seemed to take an eternity.
	Outside there was an arena of sorts, a corral with high wooden fences encircling with trees and bushes also surrounding.  There was a stable barn, a couple of wooden structures deemed outbuildings deemed tool and feed sheds.  The stench of horse manure was heavy in the air.
	Across from where the naked boys stood at the partially open door—there was Lucy on all fours being mounted by a German Shepherd dog!   And Hanna was there, alive and well—well, alive, helping!  Another like dog sat licking his junk (having just boned one of the girls not currently being boned.)
	“Oh my God!” blurted Martin.
	“Sweet Jesus!” Karlos said.
	“Sonofabitch!” squeezed out Mitchell.
	“Go on out there boys,” said a voice from behind them, “have a better view!”
	The boys went into panic mode, whirled around and there was a man, the shadowy figure from earlier.  He was clothed in black leather pieces carrying a whip in one hand and some other sort of object in the other.
	The boys didn’t really want to but they shuffled out into the corral making way to Lucy and Hanna—and the doggies.  The humping was Thunder, the one licking his junk was Lightning.
	“Just a word of caution,” made mention the leather clad-shadowy man, “they bite!  So if’in you run—they’ll chase you down and—got it?”
	The boys nodded—they got it.  Bite.  The dogs would bite them and being as they were all naked one-two-three being bitten wasn’t a good thing.  No, not a good thing at all.
	Lucy hung her head; her backside, thighs, legs were marred by welts.  The doggie mounting her, Thunder, fucked rapidly with his tongue lolling, doggie drool drizzling onto Lucy’s backside, his paws scratching her sides, his doggie dick buried to the knot in her pussy.
	Hanna was on the other side of the girl “helping” keep Thunder going.
	After Thunder yelped and went into some sort of weird shudder—he was cumming, and the doggie pulled out to also sit aside and lick his junk, Hanna.  Under direction from the shadowy figure (Cloud) and the tall calm quiet man (Rain) Hanna settled herself on a half hay bale.  Spreading her legs she lay still while Lucy licked out her pussy.
	The boys stood fairly close in utter awe.
	Hanna looked to Mitchell—her face was no longer of anguish but despair.
	Lucy began licking her out; she had already been dog-boned (Lightning.)
	Meteor, the horse, whinnied and his big horsey dick hung near to the ground.
	“Quite a show, eh, boys?” quipped Cloud.
	Mitchell couldn’t breathe; Karlos was so stunned he couldn’t think.
	Cloud pushed Martin, “Go help.”
	He wasn’t prepared for what he was to help.  After a few lickings, Lucy sat back—her eyes locked to the man known as Cloud.  He nodded.  Lucy nodded back and moved to put her hand about Meteor’s dangling cock.  Rain stood before the horse and gently moved him sideways whereas he was poised above the hapless girl.
	“What—the—fu—” breathed Karlos.
	Lucy began working the black horse’s cock until it was fairly stiff and began working it against Hanna’s pussy.  Martin, on his knees beside Hanna was schooled into rising the girl’s leg out and up.  Lucy masturbated the gallant horse pressing the head of his dick into the girl’s cunt.
	“Sweet Jesus!” said Karlos.
	Mitchell said nothing—he bolted.

	He didn’t get far—but it was a nice try.  At the fence he tried to scale he almost made it but was hit by a zolt of electricity for his efforts and fell back onto the ground with a mighty thump knocking the air out of his lungs.  Sheer panic reached into his body trying to refill his expended lungs.  Cloud didn’t race over to the stricken boy but casually meandered that way.  He sat the boy up and walloped him on the back—that didn’t help matters.

	Lucy and Hanna watched in horror as did the remaining boys.
	“Well, lads,” spoke up Rain, “you’re in for it now.”
	Cloud slowly brought back Mitchell.
	Cloud cocked his head and thought thoughtfully; then a smile broached his lips and he was nodding.  (RUN!)
	“Get on the hay bale.”
	Mitchell, still struggling to breathe, moved to the hay bale to sit down.
	“No, lay on it.” corrected Cloud.
	“Help him.” said Rain.
	“Jesus.” breathed Lucy; she knew what was possibly in store.
	With Lucy and Hanna’s help, Mitchell lay against the bale of hay.  Then,
	The girls guided Lightning up into position—fucking a human position.
	Mitchell cried out “NOOOOOO!” but was penetrated in the ass anyways.
	Lightning needed little encouraging and began sodomizing the boy straightaway—egged on a little by Lucy who masturbated him.  Karlos and Martin were petrified.
	“Jealous?” quipped Cloud, “Don’t worry, lads, you’ll get your turn.”
	“Maybe they’d like to horse around instead.” Rain chimed in.
	The look on the boys’ face…

*

Weather fronts
	Darla Gitbangedoften couldn’t think straight to try her soul.  It had all gone terribly-terribly wrong.  Too late did she realize she was at the wrong location; wrong convenience store for the “set-up.”  Perverts had the upper hand with those damnedable mind altering devices and she was a decoy to lure them in.  With permission from her parents who were apprehensive but willing to round up perverted scoundrels she willingly accepted the challenge.  Money was involved as well as the bragging rights of nailing perverts.
	Unfortunately, in the town there were more than one Rain Rd.  There was Rain St., Rain Way, Raindrop Hill St., and Rainbird Lookout Road.  And to make it even better—most of those streets, ways, and roads crossed a main road—so there was Rain Rd. South and a Rain Rd. North once crossing Whatsituyou the main road running thru the middle of town.
	More than one particular convenience store, too.
	The phone banks were useless.  She had only a tracking device on her person; she HAD had a cell phone but it got lost in the transition from the undercover car and the station.  She rode the bus to the store and didn’t realize she was ill-equipped.
	The whole ordeal was beyond comprehension.  The man who had initially kidnapped her had pulled off the rain slicked road when the SUV he was driving slid on the wet surface.  He pulled off into some deep woods; not one sign post along the road to tell her where the hell she was.  Not one!  Mile markers meant nothing to her—they were in code anyways.
	She was terrified to the point of petrification.  All the stories of what happened to victims of EMADs came to mind.  The man spoke very little if at all and moved her into the middle seat section.  The seat was laid back and it began.  The kidnapper moved his hands up inside her skirt.
	Her mind blanked out—she saw the raindrops on the window, heard the raindrops falling; her panties were taken down to her ankles—slowly.  The man was a certified lecherous pervert.  Darla was not a virgin, but not a slut, either.  She had had sex with her boyfriend a couple of times, and the boyfriend’s best friend.  That act didn’t make her a pervert OR a slut.
	She had never been molested.  She was not an avid daily masturbator but did so “occasionally.”  She had no thoughts towards “little boys”.  All the stories, news and gossip, television shows, radio, news all piled in on her mind as she was being ravenously fingered.  She knew that at the convenience store she should have called her parents.  Still, it wasn’t so certain that she was the one at the wrong place.
	With her legs back, her own hands holding them from the back of her knees, the man fingered her using multiple fingers.  Darla was in great awe.  To be so violated was beyond belief.   She could only focus on the raindrops; one, two, four, six, twelve—how many a minute?  How many an hour?
	An hour?
	Was she in peril a whole hour?
	Closing her eyes she tried to blot out the fingering.  Then she realized she wasn’t being fingered (anymore) but out and out fucked.  Raped.  Demoralized.   Her thoughts were disrupted by a mighty thrust of the man’s cock.  Then it began to pump and put the young girl into a new world of sexual feelings she didn’t think possible.
	 She thought of riding her friend’s horse, Yoshi—and the pounding her pussy got against the saddle.  That time when the handle of the lawn mower got “accidentally” lodged between her legs.  Her friend (same one with the horse) informed her that “tremendous good feelings” could be derived from such an act.
	Sitting on the washer during spin cycle also was a thrill.

	But the slamming thrustings of the mysterious man erupted sexual nuances the young girl couldn’t conceive.  With each inward push she was ultimately fulfilled to the max.  She couldn’t help but shudder let alone twitch, twist, and arch her back involuntarily.  The man pulled out and grinded his cock against her cunny then plunged it back into her and she felt the stirrings of orgasm within her.
	The man then lay on her somewhat squashingly.  He smothered her teenage breasts and the “feeling” stemming from her pussy continued on for a few more moments.  The man on top of her had a curious odor about him—not really offensive but she couldn’t rightly place it.
	Then his eyes.
	His eyes frightened her—they were coal black (but it was dark inside the SUV so the actual colour was elusive) (but yes, they were coal black).  She could in no way describe his facial features—again, it was dark in the SUV.  Slowly he rose up and began pawing at her breasts as if he were a doctor or something examining them.
	Darla once more concentrated on the raindrops.  In one corner of the moon roof there were 54 rain droplets in one minute.  The man re-angled her pushing her legs back having her once more hold them from the back of her knee.  Then, he was plowing into her asshole.
	OMG!
	She was a virgin concerning her asshole.  She knew sort of kind of what “sodomy” was and what it sort of kind of was about but sort of kind of thought it was solely for guy-on-guy, homosexual men.  The man said nothing to her and Darla went on to count the rain drops one by one by one by two by three…

*

Sabah el kheer!
	A donkey is a donkey though it may carry the Sultan's treasure
	She awoke with a startle (I hate that!) and pure unadulterated fright and fear griped her.  She knew not where she was and almost who she was.  A strange feeling swept over her; a horrible taste was in her mind that equaled the one raging in her head.  Her eyes hurt and then—
	She was naked!
	The man.
	The convenience store.
	The man.
	The donuts.
	The man.
	The man.
	She was not alone—there were others.  Beside her woman lay—naked.
	There wasn’t much light; above her the window in the ceiling was peppered with droplets of rain.  Outside and she heard what was to believed cars swooshing along a rain slicked road.  The air inside the truck was stifling and fogging up the windows—mystery man raised the moonroof and fresh air swept in refreshing all those within.
	Other than the naked woman, two boys and a girl.
	The girl and boys were clothed.  The woman had dark hair, slim build, and a bit of blood on the side of her head.  Darla didn’t know what to think—she didn’t want to.  The naked woman spread her legs and looked frightened.  The naked mystery man positioned himself between her legs and like Darla—penetrated her and began thrusting.
	Another rape in progress.
	Darla locked eyes with the girl—she was beyond frightened.
	The girl, Layla, had been traveling with her brothers, Sam, Korbin, family friend, Melanie (not seen) and mother, Ilyla.  They had been to a family function in another nearby town going thru the smaller sleepy town when their car hit that same patch of road Rain Scarcarion’s SUV had hydroplaned on.  But unlike Rain, Ilyla was not experienced enough to navigate the rain soaked road and slid sideways off the road into a ditch.  That action shut off the engine.  The car was also at a slight angle in a ditch that was quickly enraging with water.
	Luckily, Rain Scarcarion was there to help out.
	Ilyla Hideinarock had heritage that was from Lebanon.  And although Layla knew this and was not ashamed, she was somehow embarrassed.  She was twelve and dealing with burgeoning teenhood.  At the family function there were all sorts of foods and crafts, traditions, from the homeland.  Layla felt out of place; and just recently her mother had helped out at her school for Cultural Day and Layla thought her mother was bringing pizza.
	She did, but it was way different than Layla was used to.
	Mankoushe; meat stuffed pitas; grilled halloum cheese and other Lebanese foods that were nothing like American foods Layla liked and was used to.  She figured her Mom to have gone overboard with the cultural thing and though she herself didn’t say anything—her Mother knew.
	Korbin, her brother of fourteen, looked thirteen, began undressing.  He had been in the front seat and got his head banged against the window, too—also putting a bleeding bump on his head.  Layla looked to the man who had rescued them ushering them into his SUV.  Then, the next thing she knew her mother was undressing herself.
	So did the man.
	And another girl was laying there already naked.  WTF!?
	Layla shot her brother a look—“What are you doing?” her young mind was in a bizarre whirlwind she couldn’t wrap her head around.  And she had just watched her mother undress AND the man settle himself between her legs.  She knew what sex was (but was a virgin herself.)  The basic idea of sex?  Yeah, she had that but was embarrassed about it just the same.
	The mystery man pumped for several minutes.  Why her mother was going along she couldn’t fathom.  It was horrendous; it was frightening.  She was way confused—did her mother know who the man was?  And regardless (irregardless) they shouldn’t be engaging immorally right in front of her!
	A million thoughts, plus one, ran amok in her mind.  Of her two brothers, Korbin and Sam, they saw one another mostly in their underwear—sometimes less.  It was no big deal.  But as Layla was getting older and almost a teenager she felt shy about her body and of letting her brothers see her in her undies (or less.)
	No hanky no panky between the brothers and their sister.
	Then Korbin was undressing.
	After shooting him a “WTF?” look she reflected that she thought she heard a “voice” most likely the mystery man telling the boy to “take off your clothes.”  Layla was more than puzzled.  Then, after Korbin was naked—
	“Play with his cock.”
	Layla heard the man’s voice clear as day.  It was Ilyla, though, who stretched out her hand and began nervously “playing” with her son’s cock.  Layla couldn’t breathe.  Confusion reigned supreme in the girl’s mind; the whole sordid situation seemed highly outrageous—and then some.
	It didn’t take long before Korbin had wood.  At fourteen the boy had a decent dick; average length, cut, and with a moderate amount of pubes.  His mother had a loving touch and a loving gripped.  She didn’t seem to be as upset about the ordeal as was her daughter, though.  Strange.  She seemed to lounge in a mystical sea of tranquility—or something like.  Acceptance?  Maybe.  She stroked her son’s schlong, tugged on it, cupped his balls and then sucked him as the boy moved up to her face.
	Layla was near to faint.
	“Oh my God!” she blurted.  Her young mind couldn’t rightly grasp what she was seeing.  It only got more confounding from there—
	The boy moved “into position”; that is to say prime position between his mother’s legs.  Layla couldn’t breathe—she watched her brother begin pumping like the man had previously done and also watched the man sitting on his knees right beside them—masturbating.
	Her brown eyes stared intently at the mystery man.  Since she was ten she had heard the term “masturbate” (and reprobate) but didn’t fully understand their connotations.
	She also was familiar with the terms “jerking off” “whacking off” self pleasuring, handjobs, Hand Hanna and her Four Ugly Sisters—and occasionally saw such act in progress concerning her brother Korbin.  But associating the term “masturbating” with what her brother was doing didn’t connect.
	“Put your hand on his ass.”
	Very strange feelings were cascading like lava inside the young girl.
	She heard the words and they felt like ice cold pin pricks stabbing her brain.
	“Put-your-hand—on-his-ass!” the words came again but with more furor.
	Layla blinked and felt ill.  Slowly, though, she placed her hand on her brother’s sweaty pumping ass.  She looked to her mother but there was nothing there but a glazed look.  The air was fresh coming in from the open roof vent and strangely scented with—donuts?
	 After Korbin “did his business” and got off he virtually collapsed on his mother.  She caressed his backside and Layla fondled his sweaty ball sac.  The boy rolled off and there was cum everywhere.  A long ropey strand was from his piss slit to his mother’s pussy.  The cum glistened in the dim lighting of the SUV and as Layla sat mesmerized continuing to try and wrap her head around what was going on, younger brother, Sam, began undressing himself, too.
	Brother Korbin lay exhausted—his first fuck!  Regardless of the fact that it was his MOTHER he fucked—it was a fuck and his first fuck!  He toyed with his aching cum squirter and then rolled onto the other already naked girl and began fucking her!
	The naked mystery man patted and rubbed the boy’s ass then cast a look to Layla—her soul froze.  It was a look much like those spooky Dracula characters in the movies.  “take off your clothes.” A voice reverberated inside her mind; it echoed and made her feel more than uneasy.  There was a warning hitched to the command making Layla feel more uncomfortable than ever.
	She began peeling off her clothing.
	Brother Sam had straddled his mother’s chest riding his ten year old cock right between her 32-Cs.  He began pumping and when the tip of his dick poked out between her mounds she flicked her tongue out licking his piss slit.
	The other naked girl began moaning, groaning, and making incomprehensible words.  Korbin made steady progress and came off in her in just a few minutes.  The mystery man smiled (and continued to give the Dracula look to Layla.)
	Once naked, Layla shielded herself out of embarrassment.  Sam had moved down and proceeded to fuck his mother.  The mystery man moved up whereas he was right at Ilyla’s head whereas she could suck his dick.  Her left hand cupping his balls he smiled and smiled and smiled.

	Young ten year old Sam got his hairless nuts off in just under four minutes.
	The boy rolled over and after a few minutes rest—rolled onto the other girl and engaged sexually with her for an additional four minutes.  Layla, to say the least, was mystified beyond belief.  Confusion consumed—especially the part where she was peeling off her clothing.  After ditching her shoes she couldn’t believe what her hands were doing—pulling off her favorite blue hooded sweatshirt.  Then came her outer shirt and undershirt.  She paused a moment—watching her brother fucking the other girl.  She also paused to watch the mystery man masturbating.  Little brother Sam was still fucking their mother.
	With the bra off,
	“Sit back.” the mystery man told her.
	Licking her lips and feeling the need to fart, poop, and throw up, Layla leaned back against the back of the front passenger seat.  A new round of rain was falling; despite the roof vent open the windows were still fogging up but the air inside the truck was fresh.
	“Open your legs.”
	Layla felt sick—why wasn’t her Mom stopping this?
	Slowly, though, she opened her legs revealing herself.
	The young boy fucking finished—with a mighty surprised grunt he thrusted his cock into the canal that had given him life ten years earlier.  Korbin had given his lot and sat back with his pecker still mighty hard (and still squirting sperm!)  The mystery man directed him to “sit” on his mother’s face.
	“Put your balls in her mouth.”  The boy didn’t even hesitate and moved settling himself (and his musky balls) onto his mother’s face.  Ilyla seemed drunk; she latched onto her son’s nuggets, placed her hands on his smooth white ass and began making slurping sounds as she sucked him.
	The boy laid down his mother’s body and the mystery man (Rain Scarcarion) mounted her stuffing her fuckable cunt with his mighty manhood.  A time or two, of course, he pulled out and shoved his fuck meat into the boy’s mouth.

	Korbin creamed between his mother’s tits.  A large glob of glistening nut juice spewed between the mommy mounds and the boy was very well relaxed.  Rain smacked the boy’s ass; paused to check Layla’s reaction—as she remained sitting with her legs open, fingering herself, vulnerable then moved to be behind the boy where having his Mom crack her son’s cheeks he entered the boy’s ass.
	On the boy’s face was—concern?  He had never been breeched there before and it was cause for some concern.  Rain made full anal entry locking his eyes with the horrified sister.  Young Sam was in his mother’s cunt pulling out as Rain had to get sucked on by the grunting brother.
	A few minutes later and Rain Scarcarion sat back admiring his cock work; a great glob of his gooey love oozed out of the boy’s hole—and onto his mother’s face.  Steam arose from his own cock and he was far from being done with the family.  But there was little time for too much shenanigans—he had to get home; he had to get those donuts to his Ma!
	So, after wiping down his smoldering dick using Korbin’s underwear he directed Layla to lay on her mother; butt down, butt on her face, legs wide open held so by a brother holding each leg.
	“No-no-noooooo!” wailed Layla.
	Rain smiled and gave her his best Dracula look.  This froze the girl and she scarcely realized his penetration to her.  He pumped slowly but determinately.  Layla did realize that she was being penetrated—i.e. raped but somehow—somehow it seemed to be “alright.”  There was sheer fright at the beginning, but from the onset of the event—it was those eyes.  Just a bit of shadowy light across the man’s mysterious coal black eyes did something to the girl.  At first her breath (and thoughts) were taken away then there was some sort of calmness.
	In her mind nextly was “a new way of life.”
	“Everyday—in the morning before school, SUCK your brothers’ dick.”
	Also, “go naked about the house.”  “engage sexually with your brothers.”
	Layla was mind fucked—to be sexually active with brothers Korbin and Sam; to spread her legs, her checks, and mouth.  The boys were to fuck her before school and as soon as they got home.  They were to shower together, she was to be spanked until her cheeks were red, to keep her pussy shaven cleanly, and also—also lick her mother’s pussy (also to be kept shaven cleanly.)
	That was Layla.
	The boys were to suck one another, sleep naked together, and fuck one another “up the ass” every single day.  They, too, were to have sex with their mother—every single day.
	And Ilyla was to enjoy it, keep her pussy shaven, and suck her boys off every single day; along with sucking her daughter’s pussy.  Rain repeated his instructions for the Hideinarock family and fully creamed Layla’s pussy as well.  Rivers of his cream oozed out of her slit and down onto her mother’s face.  The girl wept and required a little more electronical mind input.  She was a little calmer but still wrestling with emotions.
	Nothing like a good fuck (from your brothers) to ease a tormented mind!
	Korbin put his searing cock into his sister’s cunt—this after wiping it down using her own panties.  While he fucked his sister he was spanked.  Rain masturbated himself hard and the “rain” from the storm pelted his truck.

*

	The old man pumped slowly into her crevice; from the kitchen she had been led nakedly down a hallway to a bedroom—the old man’s bedroom.  It smelled funny, funky, musty.  The curtains were drawn and it wasn’t too well lighted.  Onto the bed she was gentle pushed, the old man dropped his bathrobe and stood before her with a tremendous boner protruding.
	“Suck it.” he told her.
	Darla felt ill.  One, he was an OLD man.  Two—he was an OLD man!
	She couldn’t rightly judge a person’s ages but guessed the man to be in his late 60s.  Sucking the man who had initially kidnapped her was one thing but this man?  She had been stripped down (again) in the kitchen.  The Old Man sat in a chair in his royal blue bathrobe, then he parted his legs and there he was—naked!
	The horrors of her experience in the SUV; being kidnapped, her mind zapped by an obvious use of a minding device all strove to make her a little flipped.  Sitting naked in the Old Man’s bed and she peed.  She just peed.  There were music related “stuff” all over the dimly lit room; portraits on the wall, a music stand, sheet music behind glass, and books upon books in three large bookcases along three walls—all music related.
	When the Harold “Storm” Scarcarion saw that Darla had peed (and peed on his bed) he was not enraged.  He did stand the fourteen year old (who looked twelve) and spank her.  She had soft eyes, eyes that looked as if though she was sleepy all the time.  Soft features, too; a nice form, neatly trimmed snatch, supple breasts, and in a world of fuck.
	The strikes to her bare ass weren’t bad; she couldn’t remember the last time she had been stricken.
	Oh, wait—yes—yes she could.
	OH!
	OH!
	The memory of that event filled her mind overwhelming the recent memories.  It was like yesterday.  She was in her room with her best friend, Marci.  They had in their clutches a nudy book, a glossy magazine of naked people—adults.  And they (the naked adults) were doing all sorts of weird shit—sexual in nature.  Darla and Marci were merely eight years old and they had found the magazine at the park.  They found the glossy magazine “funny” and giggled at all the people doing odd things.  Their giggles alerted Darla’s mother.  She bursted into the room grabbing the magazine and was enraged.
	“Marci, go home.” she said flatly.
	Marci fled.
	Darla’s mom flipped thru the pages of the glossy magazine and was furious.
	No, correction—pissed off.
	Seldom did Darla find herself in trouble with her parents; an occasional lie, a broken window from a thrown wayward ball, torn clothing from roughhousing with boys, a broken vase from roughhousing with boys in the house, and a few more “incidences.”  All of which resulted in a swatting from her Dad.
	The infamous line from her Mother “Just wait until your Father gets home!” filled young Darla with fear.  For some infractions the swats from her Dad weren’t too bad; lying, broken window, fighting with boys (roughhousing) usually got her the more severe swats—pants down.  She had heard of girls (and even some boys) getting bare hand to bare ass swats and even some kids got the belt!
	Darla felt that this infraction was going to get her little butt smacked but good!  Pants down for sure—and a belting?  She hoped not.  It was three o’clock—her Dad got home at 5:45.  It was going to be a long wait.
	The Old Man pushed her legs back like she was a baby about to get her butt cleaned.  But “cleaning” wasn’t the deal here; a swift smack sent her jolting.  Then he fingered her pussy.  This was going all so wrong.  She was supposed to something like a decoy—to lure perverts into a trap.  Her mother—her step-mother, was going to be oh so pissed off at the police who set up the sting.  Nationwide, worldwide, young people were being used as lures to bring in suspected perverts (who were using electronic mind altering devices).  They were paid, too.
	Another swat came and the sting came seconds later.
	On the walls Mozart, Beethoven, Wagner, Chopin seemed to stare at her.
	Another swat and her eyes fell to the clock, an old fashioned clock on the bedside nightstand—6PM.  The sweep second hand slowly clicked its way around the large numbered dial.  6PM.  In her room she had waited in great trepidation.  She had a nice room; great and small plush toy animals, lions and bears mostly.  She wasn’t so much into the color “pink” but instead preferred blue, green, yellow, and then pink.
	6PM.
	No rock star posters on her walls but framed pictures of fuzzy teddy bears, elephants, cartoon animals.  There were two large multicolor bookcases, a floral print shag throw rug, a desk, goofy light, and a small kids’ sofa along one wall.  Outside her window was a large oak tree of which she sometimes climbed (in the middle of the night to near the top) to watch the night sky.
	6PM.  Her dad came home; she heard the car door slam and her young ass tightened.  Her mother would waste no time in ratting her out.  From the kitchen she smelled dinner—meatloaf.  Not her favorite.  Her mother always put those bell peppers things in it, along with onions, and something else crunchy that she didn’t like and wasn’t kid friendly.
	6:03 and in came her Daddy bringing the glossy magazine.
	He was mad.
	He himself firstly, though, thumbed thru the magazine—he was glaring.  Darla could feel the heat from him; he was a tall man (to Darla); he was in his forties, balding, and beginning to pudge.  He worked at some office building downtown and was stressed out—a lot.  Raising a misbehaving daughter only added to that stress.
	At length, at 6:05—
	“Take ‘em down.”
	Shit.
	It seemed like eternity for her to undo the fastener to her jeans.  Slowly she pushed them down and waited standing beside her big fluffy bed.  Her stomach churned and she couldn’t recall one image from the magazine.
	Then her Daddy smacked her ass with the magazine!
	She jolted but refused to call out.
	Her mother was not present—she never was during disciplinary time.  She just ratted her daughter out and left the discipline to her daddy.  Another swat and Darla felt the tears welling up.  Biting her lips in she struggled to maintain herself.  Usually the standard was about five swats.
	Another swat came and then,
	“Take ‘em down.” he said again.
	Darla paused—she had on her panties.  Did—did he mean to take her panties down, too!?  She was shocked—and alarmed.  This shit just got seriously real.
	Slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y she inched her lavender tinted panties down to her knees.  The magazine smacked her ass and it felt ten times as harsh as before!  Another swat and Darla began to prance.
	“DADDY!” she called out—she had had enough.
	Daddy, though, was only beginning.
	After ONE MORE SWAT,
	“Get on your bed.”
	Darla was shedding a torrent of tears, her ass stung like crazy.  When she began to pull her panties up—
	“I didn’t say you could do that.” Then, “Take them off.”
	Shit just got realer.

	The Old Man pressed his thumb into her pussy and began massaging it.
	In her mind she saw the other man doing same to that other girl.  After he had raped her as she lay laying down on her mother, he spanked her.  Her legs flailed despite her brother’s holding them.  One spank—two spanks—three spanks—five spanks—eight spanks—ten!
	Despite the lack of good lighting, Darla could see the girl’s naked ass burning bright red.  He smoothed his hand over her searing ass then had the oldest boy fuck her, too.  Darla wasn’t sure where he was fucking but it didn’t really matter.  The boy pumped furiously for several minutes pulling out and spilling his cum onto his sister’s still burning ass.
	The Old Man spread her legs wide—and went down on her.
	The man who had kidnapped her had done so, too, in his truck.
	After the boy had finished cumming on his sister’s bright red ass he moved down to put it in her mouth.  The girl gagged and retched causing Darla to believe he had been in her asshole.  Gross!  The younger brother was put to fucking his sister—again, Darla didn’t know which hole he was fucking—but again, it didn’t matter.
	The Old Man licked and licked; he made sounds as he did so and jammed a finger into her asshole.  The whole affair made Darla very uncomfortable.  She lolled in a sea of confusion.  She felt ill.  This wasn’t right—this wasn’t right at all.
	Climbing onto her bed—naked—and she was terrified.  This was new.
	“Turn around.” her Daddy pissed offedly said.  “Turn around, face, down, ass up!”
	Little Darla couldn’t breathe.  This was getting wicked.  But she did as told; got on her knees, planted her face down onto her bed, and pooched her ass up.  Her Daddy’s hands came to her burning tush feeling all around.  At the time she didn’t know what to think.  On reflection—she was being molested.  She hadn’t realized it but he fingered her—pussy and asshole.  She was eight!  Eight years merely young!
	More swats came from the magazine but mostly he fingered her then—
	OMG!
	OMG!  OMG!  OMG!
	A repressed memory flooded into her mind.
	After more probing of her personal body areas—he came onto the bed himself.  His hands—his hands were all over her ass.  Then—then something other.  At the time—she didn’t rightly know.  Then the horrible experienced was blotted out in her mind—until the current man was molesting her.  But her Daddy—she didn’t always hate him.  She loathed her mother and hated her.  She was unfriendly, non-motherly, stout Baptist and firm believer in punishment (as well as ratting out her only child.)
	There was a better rapport with her Daddy; they went to carnivals, fairs, school functions, school plays, ballgames, and so on.  She was glad when her parents divorced—and afraid that she would get stuck with her mother.  Luckily, her mother didn’t want her.
	Luckily.
	After smoothing his hands all over her ass, squeezing her eight year old cheeks, fingering her pussy AND asshole then probing said pussy AND asshole with his fingers—he did so with his tongue.  With his tongue!  OMG!  OMG!
	But that wasn’t the worst of it.
	While eight year old Darla wrestled with herself on her bed a new nuance came to be.  At the time—she didn’t know what it was and believed it to be his finger.  It was.  The big one.  The one between his legs.
	Her memory struggled with the repression to derive pertinent information.
	Pussy?  Asshole?
	Had her dear Daddy raped her or sodomized her?
	She couldn’t determine—and now was too late.  He was dead.

	The Old Man moved into her vagina.  Fluttering her eyes she gasped as the man’s penis was a bit more than the man prior.  But the man prior had raped and raped and raped her in his truck.  He also had sodomized her.  No, wait—the man in the truck had raped her once—it was the boys.  It was the boys who had come onto her—and then in her.
	Darla’s new daddy was kind; he was a vice principal at a middle school, a deacon at their church and never spoke harshly to her.  After the divorce, her bio daddy had re-married—to a nice woman Darla respected and felt closer to than her own mother.  They got along better and had a much better relationship.  Then her bio daddy died—suffer a massive heart attack on the expressway home from the office and died in a horrific car crash.  The new mommy re-married and Darla was with two parents not biologically connected to her at all.
	The man moved his manhood into her slowly; locking his arms in the prone position and arched upward somewhat he seemed to leer at her.  He had the same Dracula look as did the first man.  The boys—the oldest boy about her age had looked upon her with a glazed look.  He was a nice looking fellow and was just following what the donut man had told him—or electronically minded him to do.
	The Old Man went for several minutes finally ending his time with Darla 6:35PM.  The clock was actually a little off and set to a time in another country.  The rain outside had let up.  The Old Man turned the girl over smacking her ass—but not hard.  He then stood up, stretched, farted, then pulled the girl off the bed and put the girl to her knees.  She sucked it.
	It was foul and beyond “musty” and “musky”.  AND it had just been explunged from her pussy!  Closing her eyes tightly she sucked the semi hardened male member then was turned around and had her face pushed onto the bed where she had peed.
	“Bad girl!” the man said, “Bad fucking girl!”

	Darla then was led out of the room, thru a door to another hall and another room.  Here there were twin sized beds aplenty.  No windows.  No furniture.  Another door, a radio on the floor, and a floor fan.  A boy and three girls were here, naked.  The boy had been sleeping and remained so.  The girls were sitting on their beds and had been quietly talking; the radio was on a station that played animated film songs.
	The Old Man said nothing but swatted Darla’s ass in essence pushing her into the room.  The man turned and left and Darla met Aurora, Amelia, Melanie.  The sleeping boy was Scotty.  Amelia was from a prior acquisition of Rain Scarcarion and Melanie was from the recent event involving the Hideinarock family.  She was a family friend of that family and had been in the front seat curled up sleeping with the donuts thru the ordeal the family in the middle sextion of the SUV endured.
	Darla slowly made her way to a bed where Aurora and Amelia sat.
	“What the fuck is going on?” she asked.
	Amelia sighed, “We’re doomed.”
	“I think I’m pregnant!” announced Aurora.
	Most likely.

*

Hi, Steve!
	In the early afternoon of no particular day but in the merry month of May, Deanna Dee “received” her boyfriend, Steve, with great furor.  And afterwards, as Steve stood up thinking it was possibly over for that session,
	“You want to do it again?”
	Deanna Dee (DD) laying on her bed, propping herself up on her elbows, giving him a look said (stating) “Just for your information, you never have to ask that again.”
	Good to know.
	Deanna Dee was fifteen, Steve—was not.  He was a year old and a sophomore at the local country setting high school.  DD was a freshman.  Both had recently moved from the rough city to the country and were adjusting to country life.  When they met on the soccer field—it was magic.  DD looked so hot in her red gym shorts and Steve wasn’t too bad looking himself in his red gym shorts as he went thru the paces of soccer practice.
	A week later and when the timing was right the boy was not only IN her house he was IN her bedroom and IN her pussy.  There was no discussion about previous lovers.  They made love and then took a shower—together.
	The following day…
	“Hi, Steve!” quipped a happy-to-see-you DD.  And standing at her side was a beaming/glowing Jolene, DD’s twelve year old sister.
	“What’s up?” he asked unknowingly.  He was a happy person, at sixteen his voice was cracking that should have cracked years earlier.  The girls were sisters; both had amazing blond hair, dazzling blue eyes, and sweet-sweet smiles.  They also both had dynamite bodies—especially in the butt department.  There was something going on, though—
	“What?” he asked again.
	“She wants to see it.” DD said factly.
	“See what?” clueless.
	DD smiled, Jolene rocked back and forth on her feet, smiling, glowing, knowing.  DD leaned forward,
	‘She saw us fucking.’
	Steve was a little alarmed.  But then came back to the “Sooo, what does she want to see?” he needed clarity.
	“Take a guess.”
	Steve was a dark haired fellow but had a “dumb blonde” persona.
	“She—wants—to—see—us—fucking?” he surmised.
	“Almost.”

	Well, little sister (actually, middle sister) had already seen the two fucking, but morely, she wanted to see Steve’s dick.  A quirky girl; pretty, too!  And in actuality, Steve had no prob whipping his schlong out to show the girl—but the fact that her sister would be there AND that the middle girl was not yet quite a teenager kinda put a damper on such exhibitionism.
	But, Deanna Dee was “willing” and seemed to be egging the situation on.
	Steve surmised that BOTH girls were quirky.
	Whatever.
	So, right there in the living room just steps from the entry door—Steve whipped his dick out and let the middle girl he once thought to be timid and shy have a look.  And look she did—with lustful eyes and a beaming smile.
	And then there’s more—
	“Do you know about Show and Tell?” Deanna asked.
	Steve was still mystified about whipping his schlong out letting a twelve year old see it.
	“Uh, I-I guess so.”
	Deanna smiled, “Well, she’s into that.”
	Steve was totally clueless.
	Deanna took her boy by the hand and led him upstairs to her room.
	Jolene followed.

	Fluffing the muff
	In her room and DD began undressing—further shocking and stunning Steve.  And furthering the disbelief was Jolene also began undressing.
	“What the fu—”
	“Show and tell!” giggled Jolene.  She was down to her bright yellow panties and a disbelieving Steve was locked onto her.  Deanna Dee slipped her panties off and began fingering herself; masturbating whilst standing, fluffing her muff.  Steve’s attention was diverted—but he kept checking Jolene just the same.
	For being merely twelve, five months from being thirteen, Jolene had a pretty nice body.  Steve felt foolish being the only one clothed—a quick shedding of his clothes remedied that.  His cock was 2x4 hard.  Jolene’s eyes went right to it and she smiled big.  Both girls then approached the stunned boy with the wooden boner.  The girls took holt of the proud protrusion and began lovingly stroking it.
	Steve was confused; should he say something?  Do something?
	He felt, though, he said anything—anything would be misinterpreted.  The girls seemed to be in a good mood—opening his mouth would surely spoil that.  But he had to think to himself “Damn!  That Jolene is hot!”
	Then his mind was blown further when that “hot” Jolene began sucking his dick!  WTF!?  And sister DD didn’t seem to mind—she helped!  The girls sucked his dick AND balls for several minutes bringing him to cum off (in Jolene’s mouth) with a mighty gush and grunt.
	The relief was fantastic!  And the fact that he blew his nut juice into a twelve year old’s mouth?  Priceless.
	Both girls went to Deanna’s bed where they sat on the edge and opened their legs.  It was an open invite.  Open.  The girls were incredible.  So pretty!  Cheerleader type; blond, nice supple titties, fuckable, pretty, gorgeous pussies, the whole works.
	Did Jolene swallow?
	Hmmm
	Steve had a choice—a difficult one.  Deanna? Jolene?  Jolene?  Deanna?
	If he went down on Jolene—would her sister be pissed?
	If he went down on Deanna, would Jolene be upset he didn’t choose her?
	At the final second he munched Jolene—and Deanna didn’t seem pissed.
	A wonderful pussy did Jolene have.  It smelled like—roses!  Orange blossoms did Deanna’s pussy smell like.  He didn’t know how and thought all girls had their poons smell like something other than fish.  He licked, noshed, munched, and drove his tongue wickedly into the girl’s quim.  She squealed with delight, wriggled, tooted, and anointed his face with her juices.
	That only led to Steve jamming his wood plank into the girl’s twat giving her another reason to squeal.  (and she did!)
	From sucking to fucking.  Seemed the thing to do.  And still, Deanna Dee didn’t seem to mind.  Whilst he fucked her sister he did reach over to give the girl some attention; a fondle of her very nice but not overly done titties and a fingering of her pussy.  But his concentration was on the twelve year old Jolene.  What a nice fuck!  His cock was very-very delighted.  With each pump in he was sensed all over; a tingling sensation that reverberated throughout his soul.
	Jolene twisted as she was laid.  She smiled the entire time, too!  Her nipples stiffened and Steve suckled them each, nipping the buds and delighting both he and she until that final fathomable moment.  A great gusher of love cream virtually exploded from his cock thoroughly coating the interior of the girl’s cunt.
	It was a marvelous experience and he found himself kissing the girl very passionately.  His cock surged and continued to dwell within her and when he finally pulled out his 2x4 cock was as rigid as ever.  Sperm still jutted from the piss slit.  Jolene lay in a swath of sex sweat.  Not even an axe wielding hockey mask wearing blood covered freak busting thru the door could move her.
	Her daddy busting in maybe.
	But, no daddy did and Steve, after a brief moment of rest moved to sink his still rigid cock into Deanna.  The fuck was on and they moved further onto the bed and really showed Jolene how teens fuck.  They also showed her some positions; Reverse Missionary really got Jolene going—a mind blower.  That position allowed her to see exacting penetration—but from a different view.  She saw her sister’s ass(hole) and rivers of mutual cum flowing.  It was terrific!
	A group shower followed.  Followed by some more fucking on the floor of the bathroom floor.  The girls got into a 69er totally blowing Steve’s mind.  But as they engaged with one another he engaged with them—Jolene was on top.  He played with her ass a bit, spanking it firstly.  Then, Deanna on bottom parted the girl’s cheeks and there seemed to be an invite there.  Deanna had already licked the hole and with Steve’s cock still amazingly mightily hard he stuffed it without too much trouble.
	Steve watched in utter wow as his cum oozed out of Jolene’s crap chute.  He watched in utter wow as his cum oozed out of Jolene’s crap chute and down onto Deanna’s face!  He was mesmerized by the girl’s ass—he loved a girl’s ass.  All girls.  Young girls, eight year olds, ten, twelve, fifteen, whatever.  Most girls of most ages had a nice-nice ass to admire.
	After admiring Jolene’s ass he moved around to the other end.  Wiping his dirtied dong off with a washcloth from the shower he stuffed himself firstly into Jolene’s mouth—she, too, had a nice mouth.  That smile!  Those eyes!  She had a nice-nice face and soon it was plastered with yet even MORE of his cum.
	There was no more cum to give but Steve inserted his manhood into Deanna’s pussy and fucked therein for several minutes.  Jolene licked her sister’s cunt and sucked Steve’s cock to his heart’s (and cock’s) content.
	The following day…

	“Hi, Steve!”
	Deanna Dee stood at the entry way of the modest home in the country.  She was soooo pretty.  And so was the little tyke beside her, the youngest sister, Annie.
	Steve was confused, he was under the impression when Deanna called him and invited him over that they would be alone.
	Seeing her boyfriend’s puzzled look,
	“She saw us,” Deanna said, “in the bedroom AND bathroom!”
	Steve was a little horrified.  This could be bad.  Could be.
	“She’s such a little sneak!” chastised Deanna giving the littlest sister a harsh look.  In turn, the littlest sister returned same with adding a tongue sticking out.  She was dressed in a short kiddie skirt—dark purple with a lavender top.  Like her sisters, she had blond hair but not “as blond” as Deanna who had the blondest.  She was cute in her own right, but young at just seven—six months from being eight years young.
	“Wh-what-wha—”
	“She wants to see it.”
	Steve felt faint—he looked it, too.  Cocking his head, blinking his eyes,
	“What?”
	“Yep.”
	“Yep,” said Annie—“I want to see it.” and her pretty blue eyes were locked onto his crotch (where it was.)  “So let’s see it!”
	“Yeah, Steve,” charmed Deanna, “let’s see it, whip it out.” she giggled.
	Steve was blown away.
	Deanna led him to her room (again) and once more shed her clothes.
	Steve was in wow what-the-fuck mode.  Even more so when little Annie began undressing, too!  Double wow what-the-fuck!?
	Steve Ohreanoh deemed himself a fairly decent morally just fellow who kept his moral checked where it concerned the likes of “little girls.”  They were cute, sure, but that was about as far as it was supposed to go.  Girls HIS age were the norm and acceptable.  Girls younger?  Not so much.  But in truth, Steve DID like girls “younger.”
	Once naked and Annie had his attention and how.  And how!  His cock had never been so hard—‘ceptin’ when Jolene was naked the day before.  She was a little kid and definitely someone he shouldn’t be messing with.
	But if she were willing…
	And like the day before, Steve got naked and once so the girls came to play with his rigid member.  Steve couldn’t believe it.  A new feeling swelled up in him; he liked it!  He came to grips with the fact that if Deanna was cool with her littlest sister messing with him—well, so be it!
	It seemed like his cock swelled even more than ever.
	Little Annie glowed—she absolutely glowed as she put her young fingers about his very proud prong.  Deanna, on her knees, was right beside equally glowing.
	“I-I think I’m gonna cum!” announced Steve.  To wit Deanna instructed her sister to masturbate him faster.  Faster!  Steve felt the surge and the blast was imminent.  Deanna fondled his balls—which didn’t help matters.  His cock went into Cum Blast mode and juts of sperm began to squirt out—striking Annie right on the face.
	“Ewewew!” she exclaimed—but remained giggling just the same.
	Deanna licked the cum spew from her sister’s face as well as from Steve’s dick.  Annie was schooled in the fine art of cock sucking and Steve just couldn’t believe it.
	After the girls had tantalized his cock they taunted him by laying out on the bed.  Steve’s eyes riveted onto Annie’s bald pussy.  He breathed hard and was unable to move.  His cock ached.  His balls ached.  His head—ached.  The girls fingered themselves and it was a sign of “come fuck me!”
	Firstly, he was on his knees with his face between Annie’s legs.  Her pussy was soft, hairless, and it seemed to matter not that she was merely seven fucking years old.  Not in the least.  His heart was pounding out of his chest.  Cum was seeping out of his piss slit.  Flicking his tongue to her pussy only made matters worse.  He wanted to fuck her.  He did!
	And he did!
	Moving his penis extraordinaire there was penetration.  A lot of grunting, groaning, and then moaning—from both parties.  Steve thoroughly enjoyed gliding his prick up and down the little girl’s pussy, plunging it into her was one hundred times all the better.  So tight she was!  So snug!  His cock squirted some spunk right off.  She was a virgin—he guessed as much.  Was Jolene?  He didn’t remember any broken cherry juice slathering his cock.
	There was none such on his cock with Annie, either.
	The girl was soooo pretty.  So pretty.  A great upheaval of lust.  She couldn’t take all of him and he wasn’t a monster about it—but he WAS egged on by her sister!  Steve, though, held back and was satisfied with the head of his schlong disappearing into her young snatch and about 2-inches of his six inch cock.  He moved slowly (but deliberately) in and out until such a time as he blew a mighty wad of teen spunk.
	And to further blow his mind—Deanna sucked the cum off of her sister’s cunt!  She sucked Steve’s cock, too, but mostly completely clean up the mess on Annie’s seven year old cunt!  What a girl!
	Annie fingered herself and distracted Steve greatly.  Deanna sucked him, sucked his balls, and soon was receiving a copious amount of fresh new jiz into her mouth coating her tonsils and gullet.  Steve exclaimed a mighty grunt and groan (and still wanted to fuck Annie!)
	Steve took a turn on the bed, laying down.  Deanna sat on his face wriggling her pussy right onto his nose!  Her pussy!  Her pussy was amazing!  It reeked of orange blossoms!  He licked and licked and was soon revitalized.  But the girl remained on his face toying with his cock.  Soon and here comes Annie squashing his beef.
	Round Two.
	A little more squashing his beef and the teen’s cock was being worked back into Annie’s cunt.  Steve was more than enjoying Deanna’s cunt—loving it even more so with the girls working his schlong and Annie riding it.  The second time around and a little more fuck stick made entry.
	Annie squealed and Deanna farted.

	Minutes later and an exhausted Steve was in the shower—with both girls.
	His cum squirter was shagged out but busy again.  After a good rinsing he was lathered up and the girls worked his cock back into a frenzy.  Another rinsing and they were out of the shower for Round Three.
	Round Three was little Annie on her hands and knees, face down—ass up.
	Steve admired the girl’s hinny and smiled at the gleaming hole.  Her pussy was delicious in his mind (and cock!)  It was Deanna, though, that guided Steve’s cock to the girl’s hole.  She herself licked the hole, fingered it, then applied good ole fashion KY.  Whether or not that had been done before wasn’t clear to Steve—not that it mattered.  He entered Annie’s hole and made dutiful entry—the head and a bit o’ shaft disappeared within and soon a bit more as the KY did a wondrous job of easing the progression.
	Despite cumming off at least three times prior, he was a teenager and capable of cumming again.  And he did—it took him as many as four minutes but he came.  Deanna fingered herself all the while, smoothed her hand on Steve’s ass, fondled his balls, sucked on the shaft as it pistioned in and out of her sister’s shitter, then—THEN licked the cummy hole once the cock was free!  She did!
	There was no Round Four—but there WAS another tomorrow!  Stay Tuned!
	The next day,

	“Hi, Steve!”
	A beaming rocking on the balls of her feet Deanna Dee greeted him warmly.
	Her smile and face were incredible—like she was up to something, hiding something.  Standing beside her was an equally smiling beaming Danny—the daddy to the smiling beaming rocking on the balls of her feet Deanna; also of Jolene and Annie.
	“Wh-what’s up?” he quipped a little nervously.  But if he were in trouble—why then was Deanna smiling?
	“I, uh, SAW you and the girls, in the bedroom—” Danny said without a sound of being pissed off about it at all.
	“—and in the bathroom.” Deanna added almost smirkingly.
	Steve wanted to back up—this was not good.  But he was confused ‘cause Danny wasn’t pissed.  Maybe he was planning on some sort of bizarre retribution.  A set up.  To cut his balls and cock off and jam them up his ass!
	But, no—
	“Let’s go to Deanna’s bedroom.” Danny said smiling.
	Deanna took Steve’s hand and led him to her room (again.)
	‘What the fucking fuck!?’ Steve said to himself.  ‘I mena, WHAT THE FUCK!?’
	Once in Deanna’s bedroom, Danny sat on Deanna’s bed—all smiles.
	Deanna, all smiles, guided him further in—closer to the all smiling Danny.
	“Let’s see it.” he said.  Danny.  Danny said it—“let’s see it.”  just like that.
	Steve felt the need to flee.  Or go to the bathroom.
	“He wants to see it.” explained Deanna.
	“Yeah,” said Danny matter-of-factly, “you whipped it out for the girls, MY girls, so whip it out for me!”
	This was highly unusual.  Highly unusual.
	Steve was flummoxed but unzipped and hauled out his meat stick anyways.
	Danny smiled big and Deanna put her hand onto the cock bringing him closer to her daddy.  Danny eyed the semi hard member, cocked his head and continued to smile.  Then, he looked up to the bewildered boy with a stern face,
	“You’ve been a naughty boy with my girls.” he said flatly, “so I think you owe me.”
	Steve couldn’t breathe.  “Oh-owe you-you what?” he stammered.
	“Take your pants down.”
	Blinking his eyes he felt the sudden urge to run.  But Deanna had a holt of his dick.  She was stroking it, tugging it, and fondling his balls.  Just what the fuck was going on here anyways!?

	Slowly and Steve pushed his black jeans down.
	Deanna tugged his tidy-whiteys down and there he was—naked.
	Well, semi naked, he still had his pullover shirt on.
	Then, Danny took him by the hips guiding him sideways and positioning him down across his lap.  Steve’s bewilderment exceeded the limits of his understanding.  There was nothing to do but to go with it.
	SWAT!
	A hard swat came to his ass.  He couldn’t remember the last time he had been swatted—especially on the bare ass!  Certainly (probably) as a kid, sure.  But since?  Another swat came and his ass was already burning.  Then, Deanna was stripping down getting down on her knees.  She maintained her smiling and that only added to the confusion in Steve’s mind.
	SWAT!  SWAT!  SWAT!
	Four more intense swats seared the boy’s butt with great intensity.
	“If you’re going to fool around with my girls,” said a seething NOW pissed off Danny Jannerrat, “you’re going to play by MY rules!” and he landed another swat, “Understand?”
	Steve was close to tears, he was tearing up.  When his hands flailed trying to protect his unprotected ass it was Deanna who helped pin them.  The boy was stood up; he sniveled and rubbed his fired up ass.  Danny took holt of the boy’s cock tugging on it until it was hard.
	Then he stood up and removed his clothes.
	All of them.
	HIS cock was raging hard.  Raging.
	How much more Steve O could take he didn’t know—certainly not much more.  Certainly.
	“You want to fool with my girls some more?”
	What a question!
	“I-I guess so.”
	“My rules, then.”
	Steve nodded, “Oh-Ok.”
	Danny smiled and with his hands on the boy’s shoulders pushed him down to his knees.  Danny’s manhood was right there—raging—in his face.  In his face!
	Holy heaping cow shit!
	(you’re recounting the SWATS aren’t you?)
	Danny tugged on his own cock, pulling the skin tight and waggling it from the base.
	“Go on,” cooed Deanna beside him, “suck it.”
	“Yeah, Steve,” said a sarcastic Danny, “suck it like my girls sucked yours.”
	Hmmm, payback?  Or a smoothly crafted set-up?
	Steve had never sucked cock.  Wasn’t even curious.  Wasn’t even experimental when running amok naked with some boys in the woods during that year in summer camp.  He knew of other boys rubbing their hard schlongs against the bare ass of a camp mate, blatant open masturbation, cock fighting, and butt plunging—but that was them and he was he and he wasn’t into that shit.
	But, there it was—his girlfriend’s daddy’s dick.
	His rules.
	Fool with his girls—fool with him.
	Pure and simple.
	Not so pure and simple was sucking dick.  A man’s dick—Danny’s dick.
	He was—in his thirties somewhere; he looked hip, slender build, an on-air personality at the local radio station, and had three beautiful very beautiful girls.  And yeah, Steve wanted to fool with them again—and again—and again.  And to do so he had to firstly suck their Dad’s dick.
	Easier said than done.
	Deanna was going to intervene and suck it for him—just to show him how it was to be done.  But Danny stopped her,
	“No, him first.”
	There was nothing more to do but to do it.  Closing his eyes he leaned in and pressed his lips to the man’s dick.  His balls surged and though he didn’t feel overly unwell he felt a little dizzy.  His tongue flicked the piss slit, rolled about the sensitive tongue—all things Deanna and her sisters had done.
	Then he was moving down.  Down-down-down.
	It wasn’t so bad—and had a peculiar odor about it.  No, a smell—honeysuckle?  Honey?  It was smooth in his mouth, slick-like.  He found himself going down-down-down and acting much like Deanna did when she serviced him.  He was, of course, grossed out by the deed—but there was more to come.
	After sucking dick, his first dick (and he thought to himself, ‘well, that wasn’t so bad.’ And at least he didn’t cum!’ Deanna helped him to stand and she began jacking him off.  Danny helped.  Steve’s ass was still burning but overshadowed by being masturbated.  What a deal, his girlfriend AND her father whacking him off!
	Then he began to cum and blew a mighty load onto Danny’s balls.  Just before the explosion the man leaned back on the bed moving his freshly slobbered on dick out of the way.  Steve expelled a goodly quantity onto the mostly hairless nut sac.
	“Suck ‘em clean.” Danny told him.
	Oh fucking no fucking way shit!
	“My girls, my rules.”
	And upon seeing Steve’s hesitation,
	“Or take another spanking.”
	Some choice.
	“I’d suck ‘em,” said Deanna in a sort of whisper, “he’ll use a paddle on you next.”
	Shit.  A paddle?
	Rubbing his ass and Steve rethought sucking cum laden balls; HIS cum and Danny’s balls.  Some choice!  His ass was still burning and could he take a paddling?   Hmmm.
	“I’m waiting.” Danny said impatiently.
	Steve returned to his knees—hesitated a little more.  Curiously, he had kinda sorta wondered what HIS dick tasted like.  He wasn’t necessarily curious about what his CUM tasted like; but…
	It was gross—that’s what it tasted like.  It was thick and there was a lot of it.
	Luckily, though, Deanna sucked up the most of it and whether or not her Daddy knew wasn’t known.  Steve suckled the man’s balls and hoped there were no more fucking goddamn “rules.”
	There was.  One more.

	On his hands and knees (unsuspectingly) he munch out on Deanna’s pussy.  When he began to move up on her to plunge his fuck stick into her,
	“No, no,” said Danny coming up from the girl’s bed, “stay as you are.”
	Oh shit!  Oh shit!  Oh double no fucking goddamn way shit!
	Danny moved positioning himself behind the bewildered boy.
	He knew.
	Oh shit. Oh shit—oh shit—oh shit!
	No lube, no kissing (rim jobbing), no anal play, no finger.  Danny did spit on to the bullseye then pressed his cock to the teen’s hole.  Steve gritted his teeth bury his face into Deanna’s pussy.  At the partially open door stood the other girls, Jolene was in her panties and Annie was nude.
	Danny made slow anal entry, pulling out to smack the boy’s still burning flesh, then pushing back in going in about an inch or so at a time until most his 7-inch cock was in.	Steve couldn’t believe it and tried not to clench but he was a virgin—an anal virgin.
	Danny began to pump and soon was making full anal penetration.
	The sodomy of Steve had begun!

	When the butt fucking was done—Steve was free to fool around with the three girls as he pleased.  But whenever he came over to do so—he had to fool with Danny first.  Steve was accepting.
	 And Danny was conniving—after Steve went to shower with Deanna, Danny went to his room putting away his EMAD.  It had done its job nicely.  Little Annie came in following him.  She was nude.  He hugged her, patted her butt, then whisked her into his own bathroom (he had a dirty dick—from Steve’s dirt chute) and after washing said dick clean with Annie’s help got a blowjob first from her then putting her on his bed licked out her cunny.
	The EMAD in its secret compartment in the nightstand had indeed been a worthy investment.  The cost of a sports car—but worth it.  Well-well worth it.

*

Extra-curricular activities
	 Grounds for school Detention were usually for minor infractions; not turning in homework, cheating on a test/exam, running in the hallways, disrupting in-session class, flipping off the teacher/instructor, not showing up for class sessions and so on.  Grounds for dismissal/expulsion from school were usually for fighting, damaging school property, stealing, and sexual improprieties.
	Mandy Outcumm fell into the latter—sexual improprieties.  A nosey teacher in charge of watching over the school yards for infractions caught Mandy (and her boyfriend) sexually engaging behind the handball court in a small area inundated with huge oleander bushes.  Her titties were exposed and his cock was out.  Mandy’s pants were undone and his hands were inside (her panties.)  Serious heavy petting was involved.  Mandy was giving him a hell of a hand job and he was giving her a hell of a fingering.
	Then Ms. Yolinda Nosebiggerthanyours interrupted any further possible shenanigans.  Mandy was sixteen, boyfriend was in more trouble being a year older and could be charged with attempted rape—despite the girl being willing.  Sexual misconduct on school grounds, though, would be the charge AND grounds for dismissal for the both of them as spelled out in the school handbook handed to all students at the beginning of the school session AND signed by both student and parent(s).
	In the principal’s office the threat of expulsion was one thing; having her parents called in to pick her up and be explained to them WHY she was being expelled—that was quite another.  And it caused Mandy to formulate an option.
	While Mr. Nolan Krappsalott pulled up Mandy’s file for contact purposes she blurted “I’ll do anything if you don’t call them,” she said on wavering lips, “I’d suck your dick!”
	It was out of her mouth before she even really thought of it.
	But it gave cause for Mr. Krappsalott to pause.
	“What?” he needed clarity.
	“Please don’t call my parents,” she begged, “I’ll do it—I’ll suck you.”
	Nolan Krappsalott was stunned.
	Mandy’s mom would be disappointed; her dad, however—more than pissed off he would be.  Much more.  Staying on his “good side” was a daily chore.  A little incident like “having sex on campus” would surely push him over the edge where their relationship was concerned.
	A long minute there was before Mr. Krappsalott put down the file.
	Cocking his head, “Are you—sure?”
	Nolan K was 6’3” tall, a long time administrator, teacher, professional man; he was graying at the temples, clean cut, well groomed, married with children of his own.  But he was thinking.  (never turn down a free blowjob!)
	Mandy nodded with hard breaths—she WOULD do anything to avoid the confrontation with her Dad.  Sometimes he could be a real asshole.
	Another minute elapsed and Nolan K closed the blinds to his office window and locked the office door.  Then it was another minute before he came before Mandy—and unzipped his beige slacks hauling out his semi hard cock.  Mandy closed her eyes placing her fingers about the average sized cock.  She worked it until it was hard then began kissing it before engulfing it.
	Nolan K moaned a very satisfying moan.  His mind exploded and all thoughts and perceptions of thoughts were obliterated.  Nothing beat a blowjob.  Nothing.  The girl was good, she rolled her tongue about the super sensitive ridge of his helmet then diddled her tongue into the piss slit.  Nolan moaned more and found himself with his hand to the back of the girl’s head.  Mandy was an average kind of girl—not overly cheerleader pretty but decent enough regardless.  Rich dark brown hair, blue eyes, very tan.  She was a serious girl but he had seen her smile and laugh and seen her in a two-piece bathing suit.
	Down-down-down she went on his cock.  Nolan’s eyes fluttered and his mind emptied of whimsy.  She was good.  She fingered his balls while she sucked him and it was regarded as the best blowjob he had ever had!  His wife didn’t suck him and barely played with his tool hardly ever.
	Then suddenly there was the surge.  The ultimate goal was quickly upon him and little did it matter (at the moment) that the girl was a student, a sixteen year old student.  When engaging in some sex act nothing beyond that matters.
	The blast of his sperm exploded in a great jut into the teen’s mouth and she hastened her progress sucking him dry.  She swallowed, too.  Nolan K was totally drained and deemed that that WAS the bestest blowjob ever.  Ever!  Then,
	“Do you want to fuck me?”
	What a question!
	Again, she had caught the professional man off his guard.
	Before he could answer, Mandy began peeling off her clothes.
	It was like in slow motion—watching Mandy undress herself.  A simple pullover top, blue; her shoes—also blue, and then her jeans—blue.  And there wee blue panties and a blue bra, too!  The bra came off firstly and there they were—a nice pair of teenage titties for his perusal.  And he did peruse, too!  Although his manly manhood had just creamed in the girl’s mouth he was once more rock fucking hard.
	Then she lowered her light tinted blue regular panties.  He had girls of his own, a fourteen year old, a ten year old, and a six year old.  No boys.  There were panties galore for him to see; along with seeing his girls naked now and then.  His oldest girl he had walked in on while she was “gettin’ after it”.  She had been thirteen at the time, butt naked on her bed and just a fingering herself to beat all!
	Panties down the girl stepped out of her clothes, stood up and fingered herself—fluffing her muff.  Nolan K was near to drooling.  Mandy stepped up to him then settled herself on his desk.  It was cluttered with books, grade books, papers, pens, calendar, appointment book, and pictures of his family.
	Nolan was in total and complete disbelief.  Fondling his cock he slowly turned to the girl who willing spread her legs and there she was—sixteen years old and naked!  It had been a long-long time since he had had sex with a sixteen year old girl.  Gliding his cock up and down the girl’s pussy brought him to a level of sexual wow he couldn’t remember experiencing before.
	The desk wasn’t wide enough for Mandy to lay fully out so she had to prop herself up and watch as her principal fuck her.  The man made slow entry but was overly puzzled at the whole ordeal.  So puzzled that he pulled out and stood back masturbating before re-inserting and finding that he was able to go ALL THE WAY IN!  And once ALL THE WAY IN he began to pump.
	Mandy scooted a bit on the desk; grade books and school books fell to the floor; moving a bit she lay lengthwise enabling the girl to lay fully.  Mr. Krappsalott brought her legs up along his chest and fully got into the girl’s groove.  The fuck was on!
	Moaning, groaning, grunting, the two lovers fucked well for several minutes.
	Nolan K reaching that pivotal climax in just under four minutes.  His heart was beat right out of his chest and his shirts (undershirt and dress shirt) were soaked with sweat—sex sweat.  And in less than ten minutes he achieved the ultimate man goal—orgasm.  And the second one was as terrific as the first one!
	It was brief, of course, the man goal, but the reward was long lasting—in his loins, mind, and soul.  The occurrence of the deed swam in a sea of “who the fuck cares?”  It mattered not (for the moment) that he was guilty of having sex with a student, with an underage girl.  It mattered not.
	In facts, he was willing and semi able to do it again!

	“What about Ryan?” Mandy asked after pulling up her pants.
	Mr. Krappsalott was still dizzy from the sex with Mandy; he didn’t know right off.  His heart was still racing and his mind still in wonderment.  He farted and was embarrassed about the release.  Mandy didn’t seem to notice, or care.  She finished dressing and began brushing her sweat soaked hair.
	“Tell Mr. Ryan to come in.” he said breathlessly.  “Maybe we can work something out, too.”
	OMG!

*

And then this happened
	Still reeling from the extra-curricular activities with Mandy (and Ryan) there was another to come to his door (office.)  Ruthie Cumonme was the culprit this go round; she was nine and advanced in her schooling.  Although at age nine she was supposed to be in the 4rth grade she was smart enough to hang with the middle school crowd and take some classes at the nearby high school.
	School was school and rules were rules—break them and you spent time in the principal’s office explaining yourself.  Just two days after doings with Mandy and Ryan and Ruthie came to his office—for practically the same thing.  In tow with her was Reggie Imnotwhite, also nine, black, and smart as any other high schooler concerning math and science.
	But rules are rules—no horseplay, no running in the halls, no throwing chewing gum at teachers, and no sex on campus.  But the same nosey schoolyard interloper busted them as Ruthie was giving Reggie a handjob.  Definitely against the rules.
	And like Mandy and Ryan, neither wanted their parents involved; Reggie’s daddy would bust his ass right then and there.  He was greatly frightened.  Ruthie’s dad was a community church preacher!  So that wouldn’t be good to be called in because your nine year old daughter was masturbating her boyfriend!
	And like the day before as Principal Nolan K brought out their school files,
	“Maybe I could give YOU a handjob!” Ruthie offered.  Just like that.
	Remember, Nolan Krappsalott was still reeling from Mandy’s doings.
	And once more he was stunned by the offer.  A blowjob was a blowjob and a fine thing.  A handjob was not bad either.
	Turning to the girl making the offer, “Are you serious?”
	The girl smiled and nodded her head, “Yep!” she said brightly.
	Ruthie got up from the inquisition chair and to her knees before the man in the dress blue trousers.  He looked nervous—and was.  But he unzipped and to Reggie’s stunned bewildered eyes fished out his cock.
	With her fingers about his prong the masturbation began.
	Nolan watched with steady awe; jerking off himself was never as good as when someone else did it for him.  Ruthie eyed the monstrous cock, smiled; her brown eyes gleamed and she leaned forward a bit and kissed it.  Just like that!
	His cock surged, his balls cinched up tight and more than anything he wanted her to suck him off.  Right then and there!  Reggie was beside him as he watched; he had to gouge the heel of his hand to his aching boner as he watched in total wonderment his girlfriend put her mouth to their principal’s cock.
	Then slowly she worked her mouth around the bulbous head; she didn’t roll her tongue about the super sensitive crown but that was ok.  That wasn’t the important part.  Going DOWN was the important part.  And the girl did.  Amazingly she was able to engulf just about ALL the enormous man-sized cock.  And Reggie—he came off in his pants (er, underwear.)
	Ruthie sucked and sucked and when she pulled back for breath got a face full of cum.  And it was too late to stop—and the girl didn’t seem to mind!  Nolan blasted one hot jut of cum after another daubing the sweet extraordinary girl’s face with his love cream.
	While recovering,
	“Do you want to see me naked?” Ruthie offered.
	Nolan couldn’t answer—he was too stunned.
	Ruthie didn’t wait for an answer but slipped off her shoes and pushed down her panties.  She wore a school uniform blazer and blouse—she attended a private school where such clothing was required.  Not so much at the high school level but she was only there to take a couple of classes.
	The blazer and blouse were tossed onto the nearby chair; stepping out of her panties she tossed them, too—and there she was—naked.  Nolan was having a heart attack—figuratively speaking.  This was not happening.
	“Do you want to spank me?” she quipped.
	“She likes to be spanked!” blurted Reggie.
	And Ruthie turned about, hands on her knees, “presenting.”
	A befuddled Principal flopped down into the chair next to the girl’s clothing; he was in total disbelief that this occurrence was happening.  But he took the naked nine year old across his knee and swatted her bare ass.  The last time he had swatted a bare ass was his oldest daughter—when she was caught lying and lying to cover up the lie.  And that was when she was—ten?
	The flummoxed principal smoothed his hand over the girl’s ass.
	He had just gotten a HANDJOB from her!  He had just blew his sperm ALL OVER HER FACE!  His mind raced and he felt very uncomfortable.  Ruthie smoothed her hands over her ass saying “You can do more than that.”
	So he did.
	And Reggie; he was antsy.  Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, aching beyond all aches.
	“Can he take his clothes off, too?” Ruthie asked.
	Nolan looked to the boy, “Do you want to (take your clothes off)?”
	Reggie did.  He had a huge broad smile—a little nervous about getting naked in the principal’s office but he stripped to his dark chocolate skin and Ruthie pulled him (by his cock) to her whereupon she began sucking him.  Enthused (and how!) Nolan swatted Ruthie’s ass and enjoyed it.  His cock re-stiffened and pressed against the child’s stomach.  Another swat and he felt his cum splashing onto the girl’s stomach.  It was soooo delicious!  Spanking—the smoothing his hand on the girl’s ass.
	Ruthie wriggled some but otherwise did not exhibit signs of distress.
	At length, while Principal Nolan paused, Ruthie stood up.  Rubbing her burning ass she grinned and looked to the advanced teacher.
	“Want to do anything else?”
	Nolan was mystified.  “Like what?” he asked curiously.
	Ruthie fingered her bald pussy.  Nolan stared at her action.  It had been a while since he had seen a bald pussy; his youngest was six and he saw her “sometimes” butt naked but he was a dad and that was normal.  His ten year old he saw naked sometimes, too; but mostly clad in her underwear—also normal.
	But this was way different.
	On the desk and Ruthie spread her legs.  The invite was open.  Reggie hammered his black mamba with great steam.  Ruthie fingered her sex and waited.  Nolan shook his head—this wasn’t happening.  This WASN’T happening!
	But it was.  Shaking his head trying to clear it he stood and came forward.  Bits of cum oozed from his cock; a great glob of cum coated Ruthie’s belly.  Slowly he glided his cock up and down the girl’s pussy.  It felt SOOOO good!  More cum spewed from his dick and that made it feel all the better.
	“You can put it in.” Ruthie said.
	Nolan couldn’t believe what he was doing but he “put it in.”
	A tight-tight fit but the insertion was on.  Ruthie lay back on the desk knocking books and such off.  Nolan slipped the head of his cock into the girl’s quim and then a bit more.  Then he began to pump driving even more into her.  The feeling derived from such action was immense.  The pleasure factor exceeded all expectations.  And he hadn’t expected it!
	Then, in mid fuck he pulled out and dropped to his own knees.  He couldn’t remember the last time he had licked out a girl’s pussy—a long damn time!  Engulfing Ruthie’s sent him reeling to the ceiling.  In his mind were his three daughters—and OH how he yearned to do same unto them.  OH!

	It didn’t matter one little bit that his cock had been fucking Ruthie’s cunt.  It further didn’t matter than he had cum a little in and on the girl’s pussy.  He licked, lapped, sucked, nipped the pussy and drove a daring finger up into her asshole.  Ruthie squealed with much delight and just before blowing his wad soiling his great cherry wood desk he drove his cock back into the willing girl’s pussy and fucked her silly.
	He came off in her some thirty seconds later.

*

Curricular activities—extra!
	Barney says “Don’t play with your balls inside the house; go outside to play with your balls.” He said that.  Honest.
	Mandy—Ruthie.  Ruthie—Mandy.
	And for that matter—Ryan—Reggie.  Reggie—Ryan.
	He would never be the same.  Never.
	Each and every day his mind seemed to wallow in a sea of “WHAT THE FUCK!?”  he wasn’t the same and hazarded the thought “Did that really happen?”  It was hard to say—even harder to believe.  Did he really get a blowjob from Mandy Outcumm?  Did he really get a blowjob from Ruthie?  Did he really sodomize Ryan “I’m not a homo but you can fuck my ass anyways” Ballzitch?  Did he do same to nine year old Reggie?
	What the hell was happening to him?
	And there, too, were strong contemplations about his family, too.
	Mandy.  Ryan.  Ryan.  Ryan.
	With his mind still in uproar about getting the hummer from Mandy, then fucking her on his desk, the appearance of seventeen year old Ryan didn’t do anything to calm the situation down.
	“Please don’t call my folks.” he begged.  “I’ll do anything.”
	Nolan was still spinning from Mandy.
	“Anything?”
	The handsome boy with thick wavy dark hair nodded.  He was desperate; any trouble in school would jeopardize his after school work and that just wouldn’t do—he worked at a store in the mall where teenage girls hung out and he rather liked that.
	“How about a spanking?” Nolan said it before he really thought of it.
	Ryan was taken aback a little, but nodded—“Ok, sure.”
	Ok—sure.
	Nolan sat in the visitor chair catching Ryan off guard—he thought he would just bend over and get swatted with a paddle or something.
	Nolan had a little something different in mind.
	“Take your pants down.” Nolan told the boy.
	“Holy shit!” blurted Ryan.  Although stunned he undone his dark blue jeans and pushed them down.
	“Underwear, too.”
	A little hesitation but the boy slid his white boxers down and there he was.
	Naked.  Naked-ish.
	Still a little confused the mystified boy stood and then bent over with hands on his knees.
	“No, no—” said his principal, “here.” across the knees.
	Ryan gulped, sweated, and sidestepped his way to the man’s side and then positioned himself across the man’s knees.
	Nolan was in deep—so to speak.  Should anyone—anyone discover his naughty side…
	He didn’t want to think about it.
	Making small circles about the young man’s bare ass he contemplated much.
	SMACK!  The jolt jolted the both of them.  Nolan never thought himself as “gay” or even having gay tendencies.  There was that time, though, at summer camp when he was twelve—with his best friend.  A little “experimental” in fooling with one another.  Cock fighting, mutual masturbating, and banging one’s cock against the other’s ass.
	The following summer and they stepped up their “experiment” on the gay side and engaged in full anal play.  Just once.  They did continue to mutually masturbate one another and the friend sucked Nolan’s dick.  He was more gay experimental than Nolan.
	SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK! and by then Nolan’s cock was raging hard once more.  Ryan’s ass was burning and the boy squirming.
	“Can we do something else?” Ryan complained.
	The boy was tearing (but not crying.)
	“Like what?”
	Ryan stood and seriously caressed his searing ass.  While he did so, Nolan stood and fished out his cock.  It was hard, it was steaming, it was reeking with the juices from Mandy’s pussy.  Ryan stared at the man’s cock.  He stared and stared and then said “Ok.”
	Ok.  Ok—what?
	Still rubbing his ass he went down to his knees.
	Then, with one hand on his ass the other gripped the principal’s cock and he sucked it.
	Nolan was no longer in the world of comprehension.

	The boy performed his task with relative ease—like a pro.  He wasn’t as good as Mandy, or Ruthie, but a blowjob was a blowjob was a blowjob.  No matter who did the sucking—a blowjob was a blowjob.  The boy sucked, fondled the principal’s nuts, and hammered his own cock whilst doing so.
	Before cumming off into Ryan’s mouth, Nolan pulled out and briefly fucked the handsome fellow’s face.  Ryan stood and masturbated seeming none the worse for sucking a MAN’S cock.  His own cock was rail hard, too.
	“What next?” asked the boy.
	“Up to you.”
	Ryan turned about and placed his hands on the desk, spreading his legs.
	Nolan revered the boy’s ass—it was still very red and he could see the dangling nut sac.  Ryan spread his cheeks and the offer was made.  Once more and Nolan had to clear the webs of whimsy from his mind—all thought and everything else.  Stepping up to the nude boy he spanked him firstly with his cock.
	The boy had SUCKED his dick!  Willingly!
	Then the seventeen year old junior willingly accepted his principal sodomizing him.  The hole was a tight one but it opened for Nolan’s determined cock.  Once partially in he gripped the boy’s hips and began pumping.
	Ryan grunted, hammered his cock, and hung on for dear life.
	Principal Krappsalott made full anal entry and got after it like it was his last fuck.  He delivered a very profuse amount of jizum up the boy’s hole.  More spanking followed and then—THEN,
	After pulling out, Nolan stood back huffing and puffing slathered in a layer of sex sweat (again).  Ryan turned around and just hammered his cock something fierce.  And what possessed Nolan Krapsalott?  He had no idea but he took the young lad’s cock and sucked-sucked-sucked it himself!  He did!  And just before cumming off—and just before, too; Principal K stood up and Ryan finished jacking himself off creaming onto the Principal’s balls.
	By then, of course, the Principal was rock solid hard.
	“Turn around.”
	Ryan complied, spread his cheeks as he leaned against the desk and once more “received” Nolan’s cock.  Powerful thrusting did the administrator give driving his cock FULLY into the young man’s anus.  Balls aplenty slapped and sperm gushed all over, too.
	When neither had no more to give they rested a moment then dressed both going their separate ways—Principal K to the faculty lounge and Ryan to the boy’s gym showers.
	When Nolan got home that evening he was fit to be tied.  Whatever that means.  The day’s events were heavy laden upon his mind and his family’s antics didn’t help make matters better.
	First, his wife was an administrator herself, but of an office complex and would be working late that evening.  So it was up to him to take care of the girls.  And by that, dinner.  Dinner and make sure six year old Amy had her bath and the other two their homework done.
	Secondly; in her room and ten year old Amanda pranced about in her underwear; panties only.  She had headphones on and was dancing a jig to the latest trendy dance—unaware of her daddy at the door “spying” on her.  She shared her room with the youngest.  The youngest was elsewhere in the house.  With the day’s events still so fresh upon his mind, the previous days whereupon he had Mandy Outcumm on his dick with his married-fatherly dick in her pussy!
	Then—THEN he had done same with Ruthie.  She was nine!
	Nolan couldn’t believe it.
	And he further couldn’t believe his unnatural desires he was having for his dancing daughter.  Quickly he moved away encountering his teenage daughter, Arlene.  Arlene was fourteen and in a difficult time of her life—according to her.  A new school, new friends, trying to fit in, sisters, parents, high school looming—it was too much for her and she had developed a slight attitude.
	One of which could be remedied with a swift artful spanking.
	Hardly an acknowledgement as she swooshed by him making for her room.
	“What do you want for dinner?” he asked nicely, “Mom’s working late.”
	“Great,” the girl said not so enthused to hear that news (but her relationship with her mother was just as good as it was with her father—bad.)  She gave the typical teen response, “I don’t care.”
	“Eggplant casserole it is, then!” Nolan said under his breath.
	Arlene entered her bedroom and almost slammed the door shut.
	More than anything and did Nolan want to yank her pants (and panties) down and swat the hell out of her ass.  More than anything.  In the living room his youngest dashed to him, hugging and kissing and being childish.  She blabbed about her school day and Nolan found it easy to “cop a feel” of her ass as he hoisted her up.  She was a delightful child and in his mind he saw himself cumming off onto her sweet-sweet face.
	Then he saw himself squirting another load of spunk onto her bald pussy.
	He would never get away with it, though, so the thought died upon arrival.
	Dinner was NOT eggplant casserole but pizza.  One of the house rules was for dinner time the family supped together.  Other meals and it was fend for yourself, touch-and-go, grab-and-gulp, so on.  Not a lot of conversation at the table that night—until Amy farted.
	“Gross!” chastised Arlene.  Amy thought it was funny and Daddy Nolan thought it was mildly funny.  He still wanted to cum on her (Amy).  And later on in the bathroom while giving his youngest her bath—he nearly did.
	Amy was six and just about old enough to bathe herself, but being a good parent she was looked after to make sure she didn’t drown.  Afterwards and while drying the girl off—
	Sproing!
	There she was—naked.
	His cock soared and while she was turned with her back to him he couldn’t help it and whipped his dick out.  Amy was easily distracted and while she fussed with a ribbon for her shoulder length blond hair—dear sweet Daddy Nolan masturbated.  He kept one hand on his daughter and while on his knees he jerked off to beat all.   He was soooo hard!  And very-very muchly did he want to spew his spunk onto her pussy!  But he would satiate himself with cumming on her ass.
	That night and his wife was too tired to fuck.  That was ok; so was Nolan.
	But the thoughts racing thru his mind kept him up.  Checking on Amanda and Amy helped—they were sound sleepers and allowed Nolan to slip their bed covers down and then slip their underwear down.
	Amy first.
	There was a nightlight on in the girls’ room, the light from the fish tank on the desk, and natural light from the great outdoors.  He was able to switch on the nightstand light between their beds on a low setting that bathed the girls graciously.  It allowed Nolan to see well enough his doings.
	Bright pink panties for Amy; a cartoon character on the front.  He lowered the garment then closed his eyes as he lightly fingered the child’s pussy.  All was quiet and serene in the house; he could hear the refrigerator ice machine, the a/c hum, and a car scratching beating her paw against the wall.
	With her panties down he lifted Amy’s legs giving himself the most wondrous view of her pussy.  It was glorious!  He was melting.  His tongue flickered like the Devil’s and he couldn’t help it but go down on the child and lick heartily.  So he did.
	All over the smooth surface of Amy’s twat he licked and licked, delving into the crevice and fighting off the urge to put his cock there and fuck.  Fuck?  Penetrate her?  No—no he couldn’t do that—wouldn’t do that.  But he WOULD gouge maybe; maybe glide his cock up and down the slit and jerk off until spewing his sperm.  That he could do.
	The child in question stretched and tried to turn on her side.  She was possibly waking up.  Nolan froze and waited until she returned to deep slumber—then he worked her panties back up and fend off humping her.  He then went to child number two.
	Child number one (Arlene) he would have no chance with molesting; she was a good sleeper but not a sound deep sleeper.  He did look in on her and saw her in her bed.  He wanted more than anything to be able to spank her.
	Mandy
	The family had plans—involving a trek to that certain state that had a big hole in it; then another state that had big ancient trees.  A trip to the Gulf was also on the itinerary.  And all circled about with the family in question having the summer months off.
	Mandy’s failure to make good enough grades in math was going to spoil that.  She tried but math was not her friend.  Other classes were about the same, borderline passing.  She excelled in English, the only class she cared about.  The failure, though, in Math paled her good achievements.
	When her parents would find out about the prospect of her having to go to summer school?  Not good.  All the plans, monies paid for hotels in advance, the time off from work—very not good.  Sooooo,
	With no help from Mr. Holdemplayum, her unforgiving math teacher, Mandy went to Mr. Krappsalott.
	“I need an “A”.” she told him flatly.  All her other classes with moderate improvement would see her thru to the next grade level—save for the one.  And a “moderate” improvement wouldn’t do; only a “B” or better would do and she was far—very far from that letter grade.
	Mandy was desperate.
	“We can do that stuff again, like before.” Mandy stated.
	This had the Principal’s attention.  He rather liked that proposition.  And since he was the man in charge and usually had the final say in approving (or disproving) student grades—done deal!
	In his office again (again) they once more proceeded.  Nolan waited for Mandy to go first and she did.  Although it was Mandy Outcumm stripping down he imagined his own daughter, Arlene.  Mandy, though, was before him.  She had very nice breasts, good looking hair; she was a pitcher for the school’s softball team.  A nice-nice ass, and very trimmed pubes, too!
	When the fourteen year old 8th grader was sliding down her panties Nolan began undressing himself—this time, shirt and all.  He got naked.  His cock was hard from the get go when Mandy dropped her shirt to the visitor chair.  The girl went to her knees to address Nolan’s naughty cock.  She masturbated it then began rolling her tongue about the crown.  Nolan still imagined his daughter doing same—and even all three of them!  He’d give his left nut to have his way with them.
	His wife’s sister would be good in bed, too, he thought.
	That neighbor of his—Janelle—wow!  He had thought of her for a long-long time.  Well, ever since he caught a glimpse of her swimming in her pool around midnight—naked.  Oh yeah.  She was fuckable.  There, too, was the school secretary, the receptionist.  And at least half a dozen other women.
	Mandy disrupted his torrid thoughts by thoroughly sucking him.  She brought him to a delicious orgasm cumming in her mouth and then blasting another fresh load onto her face.  She was grinning but there was a seriousness behind her face, too.
	“Would you—let me spank you?” he asked.
	Mandy sighed, shrugged, “Ok.”
	Nolan was almost giddy.  Sitting in the armless visitor chair with the green cloth nappy cover the administrator eased the girl down thinking seriously how much his daughter Arlene needed a good spanking.
	SWAT!  The first spank jolted Mandy; she clenched her ass and Nolan made a note not to spank too hard.  He landed another and the girl apparently had a low tolerance for pain—she already was wiggling with her legs flailing.  Another swat and “Ow!  Ow!  Ow!” came from the girl in earnest.  One more and she was tearing.  That was enough.  He stood her up, hugged her and apologized.  Had it been his own daughter he wouldn’t have stopped and wouldn’t have apologized, either.
	On the desk and Mandy positioned herself laying back at a 45-degree angle so as she could lay out fully.  Mr. K went down on her jamming a finger into her poop chute as he did.  There was a fair amount of wiggling and Mandy realized she needed to pee.  Too late.  Mr. K munched her pussy—munched her pussy—munched her pussy until she was wiggling as much as she had when he was spanking her.
	At length and the man’s cum squirter was ready and he steadily entered her.
	Mandy shuddered, then shimmered as the mighty cock tickled her throughout.  Small huffing breaths she made as the semi monstrous cock invaded her.  Furiously she frigged her excited clit begging for more.  Mr. K was gracious enough to comply and began fucking the girl with much vigor and vim.
	There wasn’t anything left on the desk after that—except sex stains.
	No kissing afterward but there was some hugging.  Mandy sighed and hoped it was worth it.  Mr. K assured her that he would get the grade she wanted.  She dressed and left the office leaving the bewildered Principal in a funk.  It was a good funk but a funk nonetheless.
	Mandy got her “A”—and a little more.  During the summer spree the young new high schooler discovered that she was “late.”  That wasn’t good; play in the hay and you get poked.  Upon returning home the frightened-concerned girl went to her former principal explaining her “condition.”
	Easily remedied; out of state, small private community hospital and a doctor who accepted cash.  It wasn’t determined exactly WHO was responsible; Ryan, another boy, or Principal K.  That wasn’t important.  The two spent the night in a hotel where no hanky or panky took place; the girl was a little moody.
I’m a scumbag, you’re a scumbag, let’s get together and scum the bag
(or bag the scum, whichever gets you off the most)
	Young Ryan Ballzitch worked in the mall at a trendy shop mostly frequented by teenage girls and young adult women.  He also worked at a nearby electronics shop repairing computers.  During the summer there came another work opportunity, this time involving the police.
	It was simple, Ryan, along with other teens throughout the city, would attempt to buy liquor, smokes, and porn from various convenience stores.  Those stores whose clerks sold such vices to the teens were busted and had their liquor, smokes, and porn licenses revoked.
	The work with the police got Ryan interested in the field of police work and by the end of summer he was an “explorer” getting involved in various aspects of law enforcement leading the way to a career.  His involvement in the police department; taking classes, hanging with officers, and touring the police station got him a tour of the all-important Evidence Room.
	It was here that the young Police Explorer found a piece of unmarked evidence fallen down behind a shelf.  He was on task to straighten out the evidence room and while making said room neat and orderly, tidy, clean, organized, he found several bags of evidence that had been pushed and fallen behind the shelves lodging them against the stone wall.
	The unmarked bag was—unmarked.
	So, he opened it.
	He knew immediately what the object within was as soon as he saw it.
	Panic ensued.
	The “object” was sought for all over the world and worth thousands (if not millions) of dollars.  It was also a bane for the world and top scientists worldwide were constantly trying to invent ways to thwart the device—the EMAD.  The one in Ryan’s clutches was small, not very sophisticated, but no less potent.
	Just having the thing in his possession was grounds for dismissal from the Explorers; then a fine and certain expulsion from school, and possibly jail time.  Still, Ryan stuffed the Device down his pants next to his balls and thought of shoving it up his ass—but that would be extreme and disgusting later upon removal.
	He was just about out of the evidence room when he thought of the bag the Device had come in.  ‘better get that, too!’ he thought wisely.  And he was almost out of the room again when voices of real police officers frightened him and caused him to indeed take the Device snug against his balls and SHOVE the item up his ass.  There were EMAD detectors throughout the police station complex (and regardless of “where” the Device was hidden on a person’s person, the Detector would “detect” and the jig was up.)
	But when you’re young you get motivated to do stupid things—like shove a remote control-like device up your ass.  It was very uncomfortable.  But thankfully, thanks to a couple of “office visits” with Principal K, inserting an object up his ass was not too difficult.  Just uncomfortable.
	The large manila bag the Device had come in he did cram down his pants.
	Two officers came into the evidence room; they greeted Ryan and were all giddy with the newest evidence acquisition.  It was a video sent to them by an anonymous source.
	Officer Arric Gadaddy and Officer Victor Handiballs were the officers and knew Ryan well.  Officer Gadaddy was short, just making the height requirement for law enforcement.  A little pudgy, jovial, way too happy-n-go-lucky, and a lover of donuts, hot dogs, pretzels, popcorn, corndogs, and anything deep fried.  He had 22 years on the force and seldom went out of the station on “patrol”;  he did venture out to fetch donuts or perps, though.
	Officer Handiballs was a tall fellow, ten years on the force, sometimes serious to too serious but lightened up when in cohoots with Gadaddy.
	Thinking nothing of it, the two chided Ryan to have a looky at the newest evidence.  In the back of the room was a small desk, coffee pot, empty donut boxes, some filing cabinets, and other components for a small office.  A very uncomfortable Ryan stood trying to keep the Device in his ass from being pooped out.
	On the computer monitor screen came the image of a farm girl, blond haired gal who was very-very tan (all over) naked, getting boinked by a goat.  A goat!
	“Holy shit!” blurted Ryan.
	“Wait!” giggled Gadaddy, “It gets better!”
	Handiballs shook his head—but no less gouged the heel of his hand to his crotch.  Ryan was kind of turned on, too; but disgusted, also.
	On the screen was written in large yellow comic text “Elly May and Sugar”
	It was a farm setting but there were lots of trees surrounding the small barn, two out buildings, and a farm house.  There was a tractor, a wooden pull-cart, and other assorted farm implements.  But right out in the open near the open doors of the barn was “Elly May” and a whitish goat, Sugar.
	Elly May appeared to be approximately 20 years young or so.  The goat possibly three or four.  Not that it mattered.  Elly May was butt bare assed naked.  Butt bare assed naked.  And she was fine!  Both police officer groaned; they were married (but not while watching porn!)
	Elly May fingered herself while Sugar the Goat mounted her.  The goat made noises—odd non-goatish noises—and pumped vigorously.  Elly May cooed to her pet and “whoever” was operating the video camera zoomed in getting a close up shot of the goat’s dick sliding in and out of Elly May’s pussy.
	“Son-of-a-sweet-bitch!” blurted Officer Gadaddy.
	Officer Handiballs was speechless.
	Explorer Officer Ryan—still uncomfortable.
	The goat continued to hump, make his noises, and fuck to his goaty heart’s content.  The farm girl frigged herself, continued to coo to the goat fucking her, and experience multiple orgasms.  It went on for several minutes with the goat, Sugar, finally making a loud noise (of satisfaction?) and pulling out.  Gobs and gobs of goat cum there was drizzling from Elly May’s cunt.  The goat backed off like a drunken sailor and disappeared from camera view.  Elly May lay on her side friggin’ her country cunt with a furor; licking her fingers, tweaking her hardened nipples, and seriously driving the camera operator crazy.
	And at length the unseen cameraperson could be seen (partly) standing with his lengthy cock proudly exposed.  The camera was at a down angle; he wore a shirt and pants; was a trim fellow, rigid stomach that was also very tan.  Elly May took hold of the man’s lengthy fellow—it was hung like a horse!  She toyed with it, masturbated it and soon began sucking it.
	It was amazing to watch the young country girl sucking the cock—the camera did nothing to blot out her face but none of the cops viewing knew her.  (but they sure as shit wanted to!)
	After much sucking and the cock of the cameraman wasn’t going to get any harder, Elly May, who had just gotten fucked by a goat, laid out on the strewn hay by an old wooden fence covered in honeysuckle and took the man on.  The camera was settled on a partial hay bale but angled whereas the “action” could be seen regardless.  Elly May spread her legs and she was shaven!  A tat was on one side of her cunt but the detail couldn’t be seen clearly.  The country boy glided his cock up and down the pussy still coated with goat cum and soon was sliding in.
	“Goddamn!” said Gadaddy, “Looky at that sumbitch!”
	No one was quite sure what he was referring too.
	“Do you think she can take him, all?” quizzed Handiballs.
	It seemed so.  The pumping began with only half the length of the estimated eight inch cock into the girl’s pussy.  It was not only lengthy but thick, too.  Elly May made noises—much like her goat had.  The unnamed man grunted and was making even further penetration.
	It was incredible to watch; both officers, and the wanna-be were in agony.
	Soon and Elly May was grabbing straw, breaking the flat board of the fence, and screaming like a banshee as she endured one hellacious orgasm.  The man was making noises, too; but he’s was drowned out by the outbursts of the girl.  The camera man pumped faster till finally all there was was to cum.
	With his balls slapping hard as much as he slammed hard his cock into the country girl the outcum was a wow factor beyond all measures.
	Elly May grabbed hold of the man’s arms and pumped just as vigorously until she virtually passed out.  The camera man had every inch of his eight incher into the love canal, pulled out and splashed the girl’s belly with a goodly amount before inching up her sweaty body blasting a load onto her very nice farm girl titties.
	The cameraman went out of view leaving the girl to lay in a swath of a cum bath.  Thankfully there was the family dog to come lick her clean.  The family dog!
	The camera faded to black.
	The three onlookers were stunned.
	“I gotta go to the bathroom!” blurted Gaddaddy.
	‘Yeah, me, too!’ said to himself Ryan.
	Officer Handiballs was ready to whip his dick out right there and get after it.
	Then the monitor flickered back to life and the video continued with—
	Same farm; different characters.
	In the barn was a horsey; a quarter horse about sixteen hands tall, brown, with a simple rope securing her head to a wooden plank inside a large stall.  It was evening type time and there was a naked fellow standing on a bale of hay.  His pants (no undies) were at his ankles and he was shirtless.  A regal fellow was he; shoulder length dark hair, very firm body, and he was fucking the horse.
	Fucking the horse.
	FUCKING THE HORSE!
	The horse didn’t seem to mind, she made prances as she was “taken” from behind.  The unnamed farm boy pumped slowly pulling out to reveal to the camera he had an enormous cock of his own.  He didn’t seem to be the same man from earlier with Elly May—he was taller and had an even MORE lengthy cock!
	The viewing officers were stunned into silence.
	The farm boy reinserted his ten incher and continued fucking the farm animal.  The horse whinnied, swished her tail, shuddered (her withers) and pranced until the farm boy got his rocks off.  Then—
	Elly May made a re-appearance.  She was still very naked and captivating to beat all.  Butt naked the country girl was awesome!  Such a lovely body!  Great shape, fantastic curves, and oh so good all over.  Not to mention so goddamn fucking naughty!  She sauntered into view, grinned to the camera, then made way to the masturbating farm boy—her brother?  He remained on the hay bale and seemed to be glowing—possibly drunk (on moonshine?)  Anyways, as he stroked his well hung cock the farm girl took it, stroked it lovingly, then sucked it.
	She sucked it!  She did!  Awesome!
	Freshly pulled from the horse’s cunt and the country girl happily sucked the man’s cock.  He appeared to be in his early 20s.  A typical strapping lad howled as he was serviced.  Elly May continued to shock and stun the onlookers—
	—especially when she was able to gobble just about ALL of the ten-inch cock.
	“Where’s that sumbitch going!?” Gadaddy wanted to know.  His cock was out and he was working it.  A stubby schlong he had and far less than the country farm boy but it was a cock nevertheless.  Officer Handiballs had his cock out; it was a long sleek member of almost 7-inches.  Ryan wanted to haul his out but was still trying to maintain the Device crammed up his ass.
	The fact that the farm boy’s cock was just previously in a horse’s cunt didn’t seem to bother anybody (save Ryan.)  The two officers were jerking off and glued to the monitor watching as the farm girl sucked the farm boy’s cock—wholly.  She frigged herself as she slurped the lengthy schlong; the farm boy howled, and the horsey?  She peed.
	“I gotta get home.” Ryan finally said not wanting to whip his dick out with other men; masturbating men.
	“Yeah, ok.” Handiballs said.
	“Smell ya later.” Gadday chortled.
	Walking like he had crapped his pants, Ryan made his way out of the evidence room, down the hall, left turn, and though he very-very muchly wanted to dash into the Men’s Room and poop that gadget in his ass out—he held fast as he still had to get passed some Gadget (EMAD) Detectors.
	Little did he know that most of those Gadget (EMAD) Detectors were off-line, malfunctioning, not working, or simply not activated (turned on.)  He made for his car and that special feeling up his ass increased exponentially.  The thought of pantsing himself and pooping the gadget out came—and went.  In the parking lot there were roving security guards, ARMED security guards itching to blow a pervert away.  Also, there were too many security cameras.
	He drove to a nearby park and to a spot where there were no other cars, people, or security issues.  Then, with his pants and undies down he pooped the object out.
	Gross!
	The first try was a mighty grunt with no production.
	More effort was required—how did those guys in prison do it?  Keister illegal items?  Despite Mr. K sodomizing his hole was still tight.  It was like trying to pass a humongous turd—right after a night of hot wings, Indian food, AND Tex/Mex.  His asshole would never be the same.
	Third time and the gadget plopped to the floor.
	It was not unlike having a baby—so he guessed.
	Then the gadget needed cleaned off.  Equally gross.
	A short walk to the bathrooms—a walk that was also equally uncomfortable.  Although he had pooped out the gadget it still felt like it was in there.  It was a long walk.  And it felt like he was pooping the whole way!
	Once inside the brick shit & piss wash your hands house he dashed into a stall first.  He didn’t have to poop but it sure felt like he did.  He waited, grunted, groaned, then recalled the farm girl, Elly May and her goat.  Then the farm boy and the horse.  Then the farm girl sucking of the farm boy who had just fucked the horse!
	Presently and someone came in.  Boys.  Little boys.  Giggling little boys.
	Ryan stayed where he was feeling immense pressure in his bowels.
	The boys went to the piss trough and proceeded to—piss.
	And fart.
	They giggled, peed, and farted for several minutes before a manly voice boomed in thru the L-shaped opening, “Alright, boys, hurry it up!”
	The boys washed their hands (good boys!) and scampered out.
	Ryan’s asshole was in business for itself.
	In the sink he washed the poo stains off of the Gadget.  He had no idea how it worked—or even if it did.  It resembled a hell of a lot like a simple typical television remote control.  On the crumbled evidence bag was a code indicating that the contents inside was none other than an Electronic Mind Altering Device.
	Possession of an Electronic Mind Altering Device--$10k.  Six months in jail also came with that fine and if Possessor was caught using the Device $25,000 fine and 1yr in jail.  And that was at the county/city level.  There, too, was a Federal involvement to run concurrent to the previous.
	The Gadget made him nervous and after cleaning he tucked the thing down his underwear and after tearing up the evidence bag chucked into the waste paper bin he calmly left the establishment sliding into his car exhausted.  He hoped it was worth it—and the only one he could think of to give the thing to was to Principal Krappsalott.
	First!

	Oh she was pretty.  Pretty on the eyes and gave his aching cock instant hardness.  He imagined her right off naked.  He was supposed to be elsewhere, though; like at the pizza joint hanging with his peeps.  Nah, this was more fun; and since he had figured out how to activate the EMAD…
	Ski boat competitions were in time trails, practicing on Lake Ding.  Lots of people were watching—and those people brought young people.  Sure, there were the security forces roaming about.  Seen and “unseen.”  Ryan knew to be careful and extra careful.  He knew, too, that he shouldn’t do what he was going to do.
	There were soooo many choices.
	The one lingering by the phone bank, though, took his interest.
	Gulping for air, sweating, heart beating out of his chest, the high school track star eased his car up into position.  He noted the security cams—the lack thereof.  There were none posted anywhere nearby; the only ones were at the entrance to the lake park area and the concession stand, ticket booth, and primary parking lot.
	The next thing he knew…
	East Ding Lake  North Road  Lake Exit signs were zooming by at road speed as he circled around the big lake.  He checked and rechecked the rearview mirror and had the radio turned to the station that reported “missing” people, specifically children.  With no announcements current and no one following him, Ryan relaxed and marveled at how the girl in the passenger seat was calm.
	Not to mention her sitting there to begin with.
	She wore a short mid-thigh summery dress.  She was pretty.
	Ryan couldn’t believe what he was doing—or contemplating.  This was not like him.  He wasn’t one of those people—THOSE people who used electronic mind altering devices.  So far he was looking at medium time for being in possession of an EMAD.  Also, out and out kidnapping.  Kidnapping using an EMAD—from what he knew from being an Police Explorer that was—20yrs.  minimum.  Any further action like that he was contemplating would be 20 additional years.
	Any further action like—
	North Road took him out the long end of the lake to Route 4.  Left and the two lane country road emptied out into the desert going out to bigger cities that way.  Right and the road entered into the deep back country area frequented by who wanted to live off the grid, live alone, be alone, and moonshiners.
	Ryan wasn’t going too far into that remote area, just to the first dirt road.  Down the dirt road where there was a huge unkempt meadow on one side and a bazillion trees on the other.  A couple of miles down that road and Ryan parked behind a very large boulder (on the bazillion trees side.)
	After nearly a minute—and the passenger remained still, quiet, and calm, Ryan reached over placing his hand on her knee.  She had followed the command “get in.”  The Device had lights, dials, indicators, and a LCD view screen that had in French a list of commands and subcommands.
	Funny thing is—Ryan was a French student.  He was in his second year at school and found the fact that his particular EMAD was set-up for the specific language amusing.
	“Obtenir dans” though French for “get in” the translation conveyed itself just fine—the mind zapped girl “got in.”  And Ryan was off.
	With his hand on the girl’s knee he waited.
	No slap.
	No scream.
	Nothing.
	Holding his breath and realizing that he didn’t have a back-up plan he moved his hand up the girl’s thigh, under her dress.  Still nothing.  Undoing the safety belt he let out his breath—even more so when he brushed his hand across her chest; she was approximately ten years young and had a small offering of breasts.
	Nothing still.
	A pretty girl; long silky light brown hair, soft brown eyes, a nice pert nose, perky titties.  She smelled good, like fresh from a bath or something although she had been out in the hot sun at the lake for a while.  His stomach knotted and then his balls cinched up tight.  His roaming hand returned to her thigh and under the dress inching up to where he could just see the girl’s panties.
	His cock ached.
	Breathing hard he took a look around then undone the latch that let the passenger seat down.  His breathing became labored.  On the subscreen command listing there was “Déposer votre petite culotte”; remove your panties.  Ryan held fast—one more incidence and he was going away for life.  Dare he?
	He did.
	He didn’t have the girl remove her panties herself, he reserved that task for himself.  Inching her pretty summery dress up whereas he could gander at her in her basic white panties, he hooked the undies and brought them down.  Down enough to expose her very beautiful and very bald pussy.
	Slowly he let out his breath.  It was a big step.  The next was lowering the panties, taking them completely off.  Oh how he wished the girl was a little older, a lot older—his age.  But, then again, there was something to be said for girls like Tanya.  Opening her legs and his cock was busting out of his pants.
	Then he saw the flickering light of the girl’s watch.
	It was a kiddie watch and there was a light flickering.
	As a Police Explorer he knew what it was.  A tracker!
	“Shit!”  “Fuck!”  “Piss!”  “Motherfucker!”  his heart was beating out of his chest for another reason.  Looking out the window and he saw—
	Nothing.
	Clumsily he yanked the watch off the girl’s arm then for some reason climbed out the passenger side window (panicked) taking the watch to the old wooden fence and dropped the watch down an animal hole in the ground.  Then covered the hole with dirt packing it in with a good size rock on top of that.
	Only when he was some miles away further did he think of his fingerprints.
	Ryan didn’t let out his breath until ten miles down the back country road.  He saw a truck hauling hay and decided not to get stuck behind it and took a dirt road leading to some hills.  Just before the hills was a shaded clearing and here once more he attempted naughtiness.
	A long minute there was before releasing the steering wheel.
	“SHIT!” he bitched.  That was a close one.
	If he were to keep up such abnormal activities then he’d better pay closer attention.  If he were to keep up abnormal activities?  What was he thinking!?  This was a one time event.  One time!  There would be no more “activities” after this one.
	Then he looked to the young girl, Tanya, still laying out on the seat without her panties.  He thought to himself, ‘well, dumbass, if you’re gonna go to jail for something you might as well make it a good reason.’ And then he positioned his face between the girl’s legs essentially eating her out.
	Yeah, he’d prefer a girl a little older, thirteen at least.  But Tanya, at ten, would do.  He enjoyed licking out her pussy—so soft!  Soft and smooth with just a hint of mustiness and some pee.  He didn’t mind and licked heartily until his cock was screaming for attention.  Hauling out his meat wouldn’t do, he had to push his pants and underwear down to free himself up and make his next play a doosy.
	Grinding his cock against the girl’s pussy—wow!  That felt soooo fucking good!  Locking his arms to poise himself above the girl and his efforts were stepped up.  His mind blanked and his cock soared.  He grinded faster—faster—faster to the point whereas he was beginning to cum.
	That feeling of cumming off while humping pussy?  Fantastic.  It sure as hell beat beating off in your hand.  Tanya’s pussy was sweet—sweet tasting and sweet grinding against.  Then, with her pussy soiled by his some of his spunk spillage he began gliding the bulbous tip seriously up and down the girl’s slit.
	Did he dare?  Did he dare try and penetrate?
	Yep.

	There’s no sense in just ordering ice cream and then sit there and sniff the fumes.  Might as well “dig in.”  So Ryan dug in—into Tanya’s pussy.  He did feel like scum—later.  At the moment—he felt good.  An overwhelming power—sexual—provoked him into thrusting his cock into the young girl.
	She made a facial expression expressing awareness.  But she didn’t come out of the mind lock and remained—fuckable!  Ryan eased most of his cock into her, pulled out and was not pleased with the blood on his dick and balls.  Using the girl’s panties he cleaned himself off, then wiped the girl’s broken in pussy before tossing the soiled garment out the window.
	The fucking continued.
	There was no thought to what he was doing—not the thought of how illegal and immoral it was.  No thought to the fact that it was kidnapping for the purposes of rape.  To Ryan, it was sexual conquest.  It was to see if the Electronic Mind Altering Device worked—and it did.
	A part of him was awakened; an evil part.  All he wanted to do was to sink his cock ALL the way into the hapless unawares girl and fuck her silly.  To get his nuts off and go from there.  All there was was to fuck; to fuck and cum.  Anything else was secondary.
	He didn’t want to hurt the girl—just fuck her.
	With his prick most the way in the sensation was out of this world.
	Warm air kissed his sweaty ass; the scent of fresh mown hair filled the air and wild heather herb hung lifelessly all about.  The sound of a tractor got Ryan’s attention.  His nut was nearing and fuck it if anybody saw him.  The young girl made more faces, groaned, cried, and worried Ryan.  He was in her and slamming hard to achieve the ultimate goal.
	The tractor was not close but it could be heard.
	Ryan stepped up his efforts—he didn’t really want him or his car to be seen in the area.  Just in case.  His cock felt SOOOO good in the girl’s pussy!  She was a superior fuck—being virgin and all.  He was delirious with pleasure and finally achieved his goal blasting a hot sticky mess DEEP within the child’s cunny.
	More was to follow.
	That tingling feeling was usually short lived.  Not this time.  He came and the feeling rocked him from his balls to his toes.  His heart was beating hard and he didn’t know sex could be so great!  Unfortunately it came at the expensive of a little girl.  But she was soooo effing pretty!

I’ve noticed that couples who have been married a long time start ending each other’s sentences; the most popular being “Shut the fuck up!”

Do you know that curling irons now come with a warning label that reads:  for external purposes only?  Which one of you sick fuckers made that necessary?

Rose are red; violets are nice; when life gives you lemons—add vodka and ice.

All I want is a log cabin in the middle of nowhere—and wifi.

I feel sorry for the hypnotist I saw at the county fair last night after he hypnotized 5 guys and a dwarf; after the fifth time of dropping his mike he uttered the infamous words “Well fuck me!” the image of what happened next will haunt me the rest of my life.
 One more and then I’m done
	Evening was coming on; the old man on the tractor cutting hay stopped, pissed on the hay, then ambled back to the farmhouse way the fuck down the field.  Why didn’t he ride the tractor back?  Oh well.  Ryan had a moment after debauching little Tanya.  It felt good, no doubt there; and there were no reservations about kidnapping her (for sexual purposes) but he had some reservations about fucking her.  Some.  Not enough to get in the way—and not enough to prevent him from doing her again!
	When the old farmer was out of sight, Ryan wiped the girl’s pussy down and once more re-entered her.  She was still snug-tight and brought instant relief to his aching cock.  She was becoming more and more “aware” but not aware of her situation.  Aware of her senses but not of what was exactly happening to her.
	His mind drifted—and for a moment or two left completely!  He gave no thought to the fact that the girl beneath him, Tanya, was ten.  His cock slid nicely into her; he moved her legs up and pinned them back making every effort to fully fuck the shit out of the girl—and with his cock steadily rail hard he did.  Midway thru fucking the girl’s pussy he pulled out and jammed it into her ready-to-fuck asshole.
	Equally tight.  And difficult to breech; so he “went down” on the hole licking it—licking it—plunging a finger into it reaming it out then stuffing his cock into it realizing it was more work than he planned.  There was limited success but his cock he thought was stiff enough bent and full anal penetration was a no-go.
	So he shoved his meat back into her pussy to complete the foul hellish deed.
	Moments later, as he lay cooing to the girl who was crying, fidgeting, soiling the cloth seat, he heard voices.  This was not good.  Tanya was naked, her pussy broken-in, a bit o’ blood here, his cum all over her pussy and asshole, and pooling ‘neath her ass, naked, crying, and he in possession of an electronic mind altering device.  Not good.
	The voices, though, belonged to a man and a little girl riding his shoulders.  On the left side of the hay field was a corn filed.  The man and little girl riding his shoulders was walking along a small tractor path thru the middle of the field.  Ryan could just barely see them but what he saw—careening his neck out the window, amused him.
	The man was average size; tall a little more than 6’ (2 meters); of thin build, dark hair, and a typical daddy out with his child.  His child was approximately 4yrs young, brown haired in a bouncy pony tail as much as she herself was bouncy.
	She announced, “Daddy, I gotta go pee!” to wit the daddy quickly (and wisely) dismounted the tyke from his shoulders sliding his hands up along her body and to Ryan it looked as if though he had “copped a feel” of her ass.  Ryan’s cock squirted a little more spunk—right onto Tanya’s face.
	After resting his sweaty musty balls on her face he watched just in time as the Daddy lifted off his daughter’s kiddie lavender colored shirt.  Then, kneeling down before took down her short-short shorts—dark lavender.  Then came down her matching lavender panties.  Down and off.  She was naked!  Then, standing with her legs spread she proceeded to pee—standing up!
	The child was all giddy, smiling and laughing as she pissed up quite a river.
	The Daddy looked nervously around then not seeing Ryan spying on him unzipped his pants and fished out his cock.  He did!  It was hard and after waggling before the little four year old got her to told hold it.  Hold it and masturbate it.  Ryan was astonished.  And quite hard himself.  Using Tanya’s hand he masturbated grinding his ball sac against the girl’s face.  Was he hard for the little girl or just the act of what he was seeing?  Hmmmm
	Soon and the cornfield daddy was “in the mouth” of the little girl; not all of him but the head and some shaft.  He worked her head back and forth and soon was masturbating to beat all.  And to beat all he worked himself into a frenzy that cumulated into jerking off successfully.  A huge strand of sperm ejaculated from the man’s penis showering his young child’s face dripping down onto her chest.
	The man hurriedly laid his daughter down on her clothes, spread her legs and positioned himself between her legs.  It looked like to Ryan as if the man were going to commit child rape.  But since the man ducked down he was out of Ryan’s view.  So, nakedly, dripping with cum and sweat he left his car and Tanya and scampered stealthily to where he COULD see better.
	By the time he got there the man was sitting back masturbating.  It didn’t look like a rape had taken place but merely a hump.  A large quantity of ejaculate covered the girl’s cunny—no blood.  And the child herself was giddy, smiling, laughing.  Ryan wondered to himself if he could be so callus.  Little Tanya was ten; could he, dare he, go any lower?  How young was too young?  Hmmm.

	From the corn/hay field he took the long-long way around to the connecting road coming in sight of Lake Ding.  The time trails of the speed boats were still going on.  There seemed to be no higher activity of police, fire, ambulance.  Moving to the area where campers camped out for lake events and using the covering of approaching darkness, Ryan deposited the naked Tanya behind the brick bathrooms.  She was delirious, naked, and had been cleaned of his cum.  Since her pussy was bald there were no foreign “hairs” to be found there.
	He then tooled back to the road leading out of the area when he saw a girl by the concession stand in very-very-very short shorts.  Very short.  Short white jeans, no sock, sandals, super fine long-long silky brown hair, an elbow length white boy’s shirt partially concealing a neon green titty holder top half of a bikini suit.
	Ryan could steer a dump truck with his cock.
	Once more “Obtenir dans” was transmitted.  Ryan noted there was an optional “translation” subcommand and scrolling thru the numerous “options” found English and was able to more successfully parle vous.
	The girl, Serena, was four years older than Tanya.  That was a plus.  Still, though, it was out-and out kidnapping with use of an electronic device.  Ryan didn’t care; the girl was HOT!  Morals?  Never heard of them.  He motored away back to where he had had his fun with Tanya.

	Four cars were parked where Ryan was returning to.  Teenagers were nearby, drinking, smoking those funny cigarettes, half naked, mostly naked, and naked fucking in the cars, on the cars.  Ryan moved on down the road.  His passenger was quiet and he ached terribly to see what she looked like naked.
	That happened just at sunset.  He had to hurry, to get done with the girl, deposit her someplace, then get home to dinner.  He took the Quarry Road to the abandoned quarry where mysterious shit happened there—the talk of Sand People, Mud People, disappearing people kept “people” away.  Ryan didn’t go all the way to the remote area but parked behind some huge towering boulders.
	Here, and with the ambient light only so as the light from the interior light wouldn’t give his position away, he got Serena’s shirt off, then easily removed her neon green bikini top.  The girl’s skin was super smooth.  She was nice smelling, pretty, heavy bangs, ribbons of green here, green eyes, green earrings, green watch.
	Watch.
	A green nylon band with a “green” watch itself.  It wasn’t blinking but beeping.
	“FUCK!”  SHIT!  PISS!  MOTHERFUCKER!
	The watch had a tracking device on it; it was tossed into the nearby sump stinky with—sump stuff and slowly consumed.  No one had followed him out to the remote area soooo maybe it was safe?  Checking and he saw no one, heard no one.  So he proceeded.
	Insert ominous cello sound here.

	The moonlight gave light to the Serena’s snug fitting neon green bikini bottoms.  After removing her short white shorts the ultra-skimpy garment caused Ryan to emit a little emission.  He shuddered all over and wondered if the girl was a virgin.  Wearing what she was wearing he doubted it.
	He was wrong.
	The skimpy bikini bottom was slipped off and Ryan paused gazing upon the teen’s nakedness.  She was bathed nicely in the moonlight.  The air was sweet being fragranted by the nearby alfalfa field as well as wild catnip.  Laying on the girl he slipped down his pants and began grinding against her.
	Soon and he was IN her finding a little resistance for his effort.
	A mighty grunt and a shove and the pesky hymen was taken care of.
	The fucking soon began cumulating with a mighty orgasm some minutes later.  His cock already shagged out from fucking Tanya it ached terribly.   A plan there was to move up to straddle the girl’s chest and give her a titty fuck and possible squirt on her face when—
	Something reached into the car grabbing the teenager wrenching him out of the car.  Although there was sufficient moonlight to see Serena there was not so much to see who had interrupted his plans.  Whatever it was, it was HUGE, hairy, grunted, and smelled horrendous.
	“Gronk!” said the creature.  Ut-oh.
	Ryan was dragged along the gravel, thru the stinkweed, pigweed, brambles, wild catnip and thrown against something squishy.
	“Good boy—gleep!” said another voice that was deep, raspy, bassy, and thick with a dialect unknown to Ryan.
	There was no way the seventeen year old could see the owner of that voice, but he was whirled around and “bent over” allowing him to see the creature who had initially grabbed him.
	He was tall.
	He was pink-ish.
	He spoke one word, a grunt—or an announcement “Gronk!”
	The creature held Ryan—which was easy to do and Ryan was absolutely powerless.  Behind him and something was going on.  Something disgusting.
	“HEY!” bitched loudly Ryan as he felt a “presence” going into his asshole.
	“HEY!” he said again as there definitely was something slithering up his hole.
	“GRONK!” said da gronk.
	“OH MY GOD!” screamed Ryan.  He was being raped!

	Sodomized.  Correction; he was being sodomized by a giant green-ish slug-like creature.  The slug creature made odd glurping sounds as he sodomized the human.  The creature, green, bulbous, had three arms, two of which held the small human at the hips while he drove his alien cock in three segments up the teenage boy’s hole.
	da gronk held the boy firmly at the shoulders with the boy’s head locked down between his big pink hairy legs.  The human teen was pinched tight unable to move.  The slug-alien towered as tall as the da gronk—who was some 7-8 feet tall!  But the alien-slug was fat—fatish.  Like a normal earthy slug but much-much bigger.

	There was nothing that poor Ryan could do but take it.
	He made screams but they were muffled inside the horrible pink fur of da gronk.  The alien-slug sodomizing him made gracious penetration; pulled out a few times during the offense and beat Ryan’s ass with his huge 3-segmented cock.  Then continued sodomizing him until many long enduring minutes later—
	“MLEEP!” the equivalent of a human’s expression of “AH!”
	A mighty hearty shove and amazingly another segment entered the hapless teen human’s boy’s asshole.  His entire head was buried between the pink furry legs of the da gronk.  The alien slug-like creature thrashed his head about; all three tentacle eyes on three foot long stalks thrashed about wildly out of control and the slug’s body began to secrete a mucus sheen that smoldered and permeated the air with a horrific stench.
	The rape was over.  The alien slug pulled out and da gronk unclenched his legs thus allowing the unfortunate human collapsed to the ground in a sweaty heap.  His bowels emptied in a watery mess completely emptying; there, too, was a thick viscous green fluid with “specs” of dark green that glowed like phosphorous.
	“Gronk!” da gronk bellowed.
	The alien slug patted his torso and emitted some sort of personal stench; a fart?  Then he chuckled “No, my friend—nleep!  My seed is deeply implanted—zleep!—and is quite—gleep!—safe.  Hleep!”  Deeply implanted?  Hmmm
	The two creatures disappeared into the encroaching night leaving the hapless human to his own.

Rude awakening
	Ever wake up and it feels like you sucked off a water buffalo?
	No?  Just me?
	Oh, well, Ryan awoke hours later with the feeling of having sucked off an angora rabbit.  Then the retching came and afterwards it felt like a water buffalo came off in his mouth.  His mind was abuzz with images that one; didn’t make sense or two; were improbable.  He didn’t feel well and it was damn late.
	He was in soooo much trouble—with his parents.  They would be worried (and then pissed.)  No way talking his way out of this one.  Fuck-shit-piss-mothergoddamn motherfucker!  He had to come up with a plan—an explanation.
	Abducted by aliens?
	Let’s not go there—
	The nearby creek was good.  He had no idea what was wrong with his ass but there was something definitely wrong.  His bowels had emptied—and then some.  He had slef-sodomized himself with a toilet plunger handle—once.  Just to see what it might be like to get fucked in the ass.  What he was experiencing was not like he was currently experiencing.
	In the car and he sat still for a while.  His hole hurt and he didn’t know why.
	Something was wrong; something was amiss.  In his mind there was a massive black cloud bursting with electrical discharges that also blinded him along with deafening him.  There was some seasickness to deal with—and he quickly realized that he couldn’t trust a fart.
	“Gross!” he bitched to himself when he “shit his pants.”
	Squatting outside his car he emptied his bowels again—freaking out when he noted what squirted out of his anus “glowed.”  A greenish-yellowish glow in the diarrhea mess between his legs.
	“What the fuck!?” he bitched aloud.
	Returning to the creek he washed his asshole (and emptied them again) before puking his guts up the other hole.  Then, on his hands and knees he expelled fluids from one hole to the other.  He wasn’t well whatsoever.  Laying partially in the water and on the sandy bank he drifted in and out of consciousness.  Images (and sounds) exploded into his mind continuing to make no sense whatsoever.

What crawled up your ass and (didn’t) die?
	Ever get that feeling that “something aint right?”  The feeling such plagued our hero, Ryan.  He was having the worst experience ever—in his mind there was planted an image he couldn’t shake.  He couldn’t make sense of it but there was some towering creature that was PINK!
	Then, another creature was a giant slug!
	It didn’t make sense.
	Sitting in his car naked his mind was a blur.  He felt ill.  All over!
	Then,
	The girl beside him moaned.
	Breathing hard some of the fog in his mind cleared.  He had kidnapped a young teenage girl—for sexual purposes.  His cock ache—so did his head and much more so did his asshole.  The moonlight had dimmed, concealed by clouds.  Fuck it, Ryan switched on the interior light and gave the semi unconscious girl a good going over.
	Wow.
	Nice titties to begin with.  Torpedo titties.  Laying on the girl he fondled the titties; the girl moaned and wavered between the conscious world and the “not so” conscious.  She was “aware” but not so as you know it.  Or she knew it.  Ryan’s cock lay right against her furry poon and he wasted no more time and eased himself into her.  The images that haunted him in his mind were still there—but faded and then disappeared completely when he began fucking and subsequently came.
	The girl moaned and gave him an orgasm herself.
*

Cumsense
	Mom and dad were gonna be pissed—his only excuse would be something like “car broke down”; no cell service; cell phone battery dead; flat tire, lost track of time; I was raped by an alien; I kidnapped this teenage girl and lost track of time.  Some shit like that.
	Strong trepidation consumed him as he turned onto the street where he lived.
	He felt sick again and suddenly realized—he was naked!
	Driving very-very slowly he had virtually pushed the fourteen year old girl out along the back country road.  Fear was within him; not the act of kidnapping, rape, but something else drove him to get rid of the girl and get home.  Home.  Where he would be safe.  He needed to camp out on the toilet and then soak in a hot tub of water the rest of the night.
	Pulling into the drive and “where’s dad’s car?”
	Shit.  Double shit.  Dad was probably out looking for him.
	He was in sooo much trouble.
	Normally a good kid, he got good grades, helped out around the house, no fights, was athletic, went to church, helped out less fortunate kids.  But one good fuck up could erase all that.
	Hmmm, no lights on in the house, just the porch light.
	‘Maybe Dad’s car is in the garage.’  Maybe.
	It was eleven o’fucking-clock.  He was in soooo much fucking trouble.
	The front door was locked.
	He was still naked.
	Inside the house—all was quiet.
	“Mom?” he called.
	No answer.
	Inside the house all was dark.
	Ryan was still naked.
	His asshole still hurt, too.
	With a sigh he started up the stairs—then changed direction last minute making nakedly for the kitchen.  On the fridge door a note:
	“Ryan—your father and I going out to the Anderson’s party
	 Be back late  don’t wait up  left some money on counter if you want pizza
	 Love—Mom” end note.
	Well fuck me!
	Only when immersed in the tub of super-hot water did he remember his clothes in the car.  “Fuck!” shit-piss-motherfucker.  His wallet, for one thing; although he lived in a good/decent neighborhood—shit happened.
	Next door was a man who loved motorcycles.  He also loved his two granddaughters, Brittany and Samantha.  Like Ryan’s home, John Ceebeecee’s home was a moderate home, two story, big trees, shrubs, front yard, back yard w/pool, and enough room to park his 2-wheel rides.
	As Ryan scampered nakedly out to his own ride fetching his clothes and especially wallet he heard distinctive sounds.  Sound of “sex in progress.”  Curious (who wouldn’t be) an investigation was warranted.
	One of the 2-wheel rides John C had was a big monster that had an extra wheel.  And it hardly resembled a motorcycle—just the handle bars and front wheel gave any indication of it being such.  The rest?  Not so much; think of a western stage coach body but instead of wood it was fiberglass.
	Inside and this was going on:  granddaughters Brittany, twelve, and Samantha, eight, were naked.  So was there grandfather.  Brittany was on her hands and knees, face down, ass up.  Grandpa John was behind her pumping against her.  Beside them and Samantha lay out with her legs spread.  John fingered her while his “big finger” fingered Brittany’s cornhole—this was so noted that when John pulled out and moved on to Samantha, gobs of cum oozed out of Brittany’s shitter.
	Neither girl seemed to be in distress.
	Ryan was, though.  For the longest time he had wanted to fool with those two, especially the growing Brittany. They came over to stay with their grandpa, to swim, and apparently fool around.  Ryan always liked John, he liked him a lot more now!
	Headlights in the drive brought the naked hard-on equipped Ryan to his senses and he fled like a bandit along the side of the house, tripping over the garden hose and a beach ball from the neighboring neighbor.  His folks were home.  He didn’t have the house keys; front door was unlocked; backdoor was.
	‘Fuck!’ shit-piss-motherfucker.
	Then he heard the garage door opening.  There was a slight chance yet.
	Running to the other side of the house, along its side, then dashing madly across the front lawn to the unlocked front door he was safe.  Of course by then he heard jingling of keys and his mother’s perfume—parental units were in the kitchen.  He was about to dart up the stairs when he whirled around to latch the door—his parents constantly were on him to “keep doors locked!”
	He made for his room just in time when he heard his parents coming up the stairs.  He was sure his dad “checked” the front door.  He was too old for them to “tuck him in” but he was sure now and then that his Mother looked in on him.  He was out of breath, his knee felt like it was shattered, his asshole—in business for itself.  His cock, his head, his body as a whole was in some kind of torment.  He lay under the covers—what a day!  What a fucking fucked fucked up day!
The next day…
	Ever wake up with a headache so bad you’d have to die to feel better?
	Ryan felt that way but it wasn’t his head that was giving him discomfort—but his asshole.  Once more he copped a squat to release his bowels.  Strangely, he slept decently thru the night.  Upon awakening, however, the nightmare resumed.  Had what happened actually—happened?  Had he kidnapped two girls?  Had he been wrenched out of his car and sodomized by an alien-slug?
	No, not possible.  In his head there seemed to be incredible pressure—like as if he were at the bottom of the backyard pool.  And the stench—the stench of that other creature—the pink bigfoot.  That was a smell that wasn’t going to go away anytime soon.
	With his bowels once more empty he slipped into the shower but then then decided a hot soak in the tub would be better.  He wasn’t the same.  He would never be the same.  After the bath he headed downstairs for some breakfast.  In his mind the terrible previous day swam relentlessly making him feel like he needed to run—run away fast and furiously.
	His parents were still sleeping; it was the weekend, no school, no work.
	After popping a personal pizza in the toaster oven (the ever perfect breakfast—pizza!) he made way out to the back deck to enjoy the morning.  He tried hard to obliterate the previous day—Tanya filled his mind and that was good.  The incident with the alien-slug—not good.  It had to be of a dream.  But Tanya was real?  Wasn’t she?  Serena, too; she was real, right?
	Sighing, he closed his eyes and digested his breakfast.

A little later
	A little later and voices once more alerted him that he wasn’t alone.
	Next door, the other door, the Namereckers, had company.  Mmmm, the Namereckers.  Annette and Chrissy, and even their mother, Linda! gave Ryan a reason to live.  Annette was the oldest, twelve years young.  Chrissy just 6 (but she had a great little face and butt AND he had seen her running amok in the back yard naked!)  There was a boy, too, Paul—Paul Jr.  He was named after his dad, Paul Sr., a top notch welder at a ship builder manufacturer and the lead breadwinner for the family.  The wife, of whom Ryan had seen in a two piece bathing suit causing him to jerk off splattering spunk onto his bedroom ceiling, was a substitute teacher.
	Annette.  Oh!  That girl was hot!  She was just twelve, had a birthday coming up in a few months.  Ryan had a birthday present for her.  It was long.  Hot.  Hard.  And would just fit in her mouth (followed by her puss and asshole!)  Chrissy—well, he wouldn’t do much with her.  A little, but not much.  Nothing with PJ.  A whole hell of a lot with the kids’ mother, though.  A whole hell of a lot.

	Not smelling any coffee from the kitchen he figured his parents were still sleeping.  So he craftily made his way to where he could have an advantage point spying in on the next door family.  No sign of Chrissy but he could hear her childish voice.  Annette was there with a tall boy, a visiting family friend.  Ryan didn’t know him, not personally, but he was a high schooler from another high school.  Basketball player, forward, scoring some 20pts per game.
	The boy’s parents were there visiting the Namereckers—they were all inside the house.  Gary’s dad and PJ’s dad were beer drinkers.  Heavy beer drinkers.  They could fill up a garbage can of empties in one sitting.  The mothers would be in the living room talking; the menfolk in the kitchen—easy access to the fridge.  Gary and Annette walked around the backyard seemingly trying to ditch the pesky siblings.
	To Ryan it seemed as though Gary had a keen eye for Annette.  Who wouldn’t?  She was hot!  A nice face, great ass, and a nice set of titties.  Lovely simply fucking lovely to cum on long-long sleek style brown hair; very slender body, great curves, and Ryan had seen her in a red polka dot bikini.
	At length, Gary and Annette wandered behind the garden shed where there was just a bit of space (for hanky and panky) between the shed and the high wooden fence.  Once Ryan got into place he overheard—
	Annette—“So you’ve never seen us that way?”
	Gary—“No, not yet.” The boy sounded disgruntled; unhappy.
	Annette peeked around the corner of the shed; she saw her brother and sister close to the sliding glass patio door.  PJ was probable on the goings on behind the shed and was doing his best to keep the pesky sister from finding out.  She was a snitch—but she was soooo cute!
	Wearing short red shorts the girl nervously tugged them down.  Standing some six foot three inches, Gary knelt down to get a better look.  He looked “hungry.”  It was unlikely that the ball player had NOT seen a girl’s goodie box.  High unlikely.
	The red short eased down just enough to show only her red tinted panties.
	But only the front part and just half of that.   Then she nervously yanked the garment back up ending the peek-a-boo session.  Gary was frustrated but didn’t act.  And he desperately wanted to whip his dick out and show her—and it seemed like the girl wanted to see it, too—other than seeing her brother’s all the time she was curious about older boys.
	‘take your shorts down—all the way down.’
	Annette stood absolutely still, cocked her pretty head, mouth open, eyes in wonderment, then—
	Much to Gary’s amusement the pretty twelve year old before once more inched down her red shorts.  All the way down her legs to her ankles.
	dat ass!  Annette Namerecker had a nice-nice ass.  She was going to be something when she got into her teens.  On his knees and Gary took a long-long stare at the girl in her undies.  The voices of the girl’s siblings were only a mild distraction.  Across the back alley and Mr. Simmerman was mowing his backyard; another distraction.  Birds chirping, dogs barking, airplane overhead, gardeners using noisy machine to rout leaves and debris—all minor distractions.
	Coffee brewing was a distraction not so minor.  It was an alert to Ryan that his parents were up.  He waited.  He had a decision to make.  Somehow sneak back into the house; sneak into the garage and come in making like he had been in the garage all the time cleaning or taking out the garbage or some shit like that.  Or fuck it and stay where he was (hidden in the backyard corner spying on Gary and Annette)?  Tough call.  He opted for the latter.
	‘take your panties down.’
	A little hesitation but the girl eased her red panties down and Gary was no longer disgruntled.  He was also no longer alone.  Pesky sibling Chrissy made a mad dash to avoid her brother she figured out was trying to keep her “busy” and dashed to the only other hiding place in the backyard.  Any further delay, though, would result in the girl plopping down in the backyard and crying—thusly alerting her parents to come to her aid and thusly disrupting Gary and Annette’s doings behind the garden shed.
	As soon as the girl came around the corner of the shed with PJ right behind
	ZAP! and ZAP!
	Little Chrissy and Paul Junior froze in their tracks.
	Annette made no astonishing yelps or acknowledgements of her barging siblings but Gary was somewhat alarmed.
	‘relax,’ cooed Ryan, ‘just continue.’
	Gary shook his head to clear it, stared at PJ and Chrissy, then returned his attention to Annette.  On his knees he was eye-to-cunt.  And what a nice cunt Annette did have; at twelve, the girl had a nice layer of pubes, just coming in as a nice crop.
	‘go ahead, feel her out.’
	Gary needed little prompting, the eighteen year old basketball semi star put his hands onto the girl’s bare ass and made small circles.  Seeing no adverse reaction from the stunned girl he increased his feeling as well as drawing the back of a finger up and down the girl’s cunt.
	More adverse fingering of Annette’s pussy there was before Gary stood up (on his own) and hauled out his cock.  He had to jerk off no bones about it.
	‘take his cock,’ urged Ryan, stroke it, kiss it, suck it.’

	Surprisingly, Annette complied.  Ryan was on the other side of the wooden fence inundated with ivy.  There was, however, a loose board that with a little effort was moved enough to enable Ryan entry into the Nameracker yard—coming right up behind Annette’s behind.
	And it was only when he had the girl slurping on Gary’s cock did he realize something interesting.  He wasn’t using his EMAD.  That device was hidden away in his room.  Soooo, how was he managing to do those EMAD-like things without the Device’s input?
	Hmmm  curious.
	And Gary, too, was influenced—just enough to be oblivious to Ryan’s presence.  Good enough.  And regardless, he probably wouldn’t care—Annette was sucking his dick!  And just before explosion, the girl laid down, removed her short and panties from her ankles, and prepped herself to receive (open legs, fingering, inviting.)
	Gary, on his own, “went down” on the girl licking her fully.  Ryan hauled out his own meat stick then brought the two siblings in so they wouldn’t be so seen by happenstance should anyone “check” out a window or something.  Then, as Gary continued to lick out Annette’s cunt, Ryan had Chrissy push down her blue knit kiddie shorts and PJ take down his jeans.  And that was followed by the two taking down their underwear.
	Ryan wasn’t so much interested in fooling with boys but had a whole lot of interest in fooling with Chrissy.  A whole lot.  But first!  Annette.  Gary had licked his fill of the twelve year old and masterfully mounted the girl proceeding to go ahead and fuck her.
	You know the adage, when kids are quiet—they are up to something.  That’s when bothersome parental units come looking.  So it was with Annette’s mother, Linda.  The hottie!  At the sliding patio door she called for the three—Gary’s cock was working its way into the virgin pussy while the girl herself sucked on Ryan’s cock.  Chrissy and PJ stood with the pants and undies down.  A good scene!
	‘go back in the house—kids are fine.’
	As Linda neared closer and closer the possibility of being busted threatened.
	But at the last minute the hottie of a woman paused then did an about-face and marched back into the house—shutting the patio door behind her.  Whew!  Close one.  A disruption but it was mild.  Gary never missed a beat and had fully “broken” Annette’s cherry.
	Just so as you know:  when the owl goes to the annual mice picnic—he isn’t there to watch the sack races.  Also; you can indeed have too much of a good thing—and sometimes it’s fabulous!  Overhead saying his prayers, a little boy said “Lord, help me be a better boy—if you cant, that’s ok, I’m having a pretty good time as it is.”
	What Annette was doing with PJ wasn’t clear; what PJ was doing to Annette was.  Mostly innocent stuff—exposing himself, checking on her when she was showering or on the toilet.  He also got to rub his cock against her ass and she obliged him with nudity, spreading her legs and letting him have a good look at her pussy.  She also handled his penis and stroked it slightly.  In turn, he got to finger her pussy but that was all.  No oral, no anal.
	When PJ tried that stuff with Chrissy—she often ratted him out and he got his ass beat.  (but he often did it again.)  Chrissy didn’t often rat him out—she was quirky.  And she was learning, too, that money went a long way.  For her brother’s allowance, or part of it, she let him be naughty with her—rubbing his dick against her ass, watching her naked, and exposing himself.  Oral and anal, though, was still out.  Optimal word there—was.
	After Gary got his rocks off fucking Annette it was brother PJ’s turn.
	Ryan himself was still enjoying getting sucked.  He brought the now fully naked Chrissy over to him whereas he shamelessly fingered her, kissed her fully on the mouth, then laid her across Annette’s chest to spank her.  Not hard, but enough to jiggle the lily white flesh and turn it a little red.
	It was amazing truly amazing that the little girl didn’t cry out.
	Annette had a little time with her pussy being so sore.  Gary used her panties to clean off her cunt as well as his cock.  Did he, too, want to FUCK Chrissy?  She was merely six years old!  For that matter, Ryan himself wanted to fuck her.  Gary, though, wanted re-fuck Annette.  After PJ.
	Paul Junior “got after it”—his first fuck.  And it was his sister!  He fucked hard and sloppy but it was a fuck that resulted in a moderate orgasm.  At ten the boy delivered a goodly amount of spunk into (and onto) his sister’s cunt.  Her nipples were hard and Ryan found himself squashing the girl’s face resting his balls into her mouth whilst his cock humped the space between her titties.
	PJ had cum off before; usually in his hand, humping his bed—so much so that the “stains” resembled urine stains and she thought he had a bed wetting problem, as well as jerking off cumsuccesfully in his sisters’ panties.  But cumming off in his sister’s pussy?  da bomb!
	‘butt fucking is da bomb, too!’ Ryan chided.
	Gary took another turn into Annette’s pussy.  Ryan moved off of the girl’s face to fool with the girl’s sister.  Ass patting 101 followed by Pussy Licking 1A.  Gary was fully into Annette while PJ sat on his knees quietly whacking off awaiting his next turn.
	Ryan held fast of his boning of Chrissy.  One, she was six years old.  Two, she was a neighbor.  She was cute, friendly, and six years old.  He just couldn’t do it.  But PJ could!  Ryan guessed he had some morals after all.

	He did soil the little girl, though; cumming on her pussy and having a difficult time holding his moral fibers intact as he glided his cock up and down her innocent slit spewing an ungodly amount of jizum thereon.  On his own, Gary pushed Annette’s legs back, pinning them, then entered her remaining virgin hole—her asshole.
	Ryan helped PJ fuck Chrissy.  He was greatly turned on by the act, as well as thoroughly enthused watching Gary sodomize Annette.  Ryan was so enthused watching the siblings that he wasn’t aware of Paul Sr. until he was there.
	“What the FUCK!?” he bellowed.  Not so much anger as shock mind you.
	Shit.  (Piss—you know the rest)
	‘would you like to FUCK Annette?’
	Paul Sr. stood still; his mind had been zapped (quickly) with what he had saw was merely a fantasy in his mind—walking up on his children engaged sexually with one another (minus Gary and the neighbor boy, Ryan.)
	Paul Sr. cocked his head—there was a gleam in his beered up eyes.
	Yes was the definitive answer.
	Ryan had some work to do.
	But now wasn’t the time; he had a nosey wife and company.  He was sent back to the house and a disrupted Ryan finished off by hugging, squeezing, and fingering Chrissy.  Gary had fucked Annette and was well satisfied.  There was also the desire to fuck Chrissy!  Did he care that the girl was only six years old?
	Nope.

	End note:  remember Serena; neon bathing suit “acquired” lastly from the Lake Ding area?  Then during an interlude after our hero fucked her there was an impromptu intermission where Ryan (the hero) had an “alien encounter)?  Then while trying to keep his bowels in kicked the girl out of the car along the back country road?  Remember all that?  Well, some good ole boy, country teens, found the girl and had some fun with her themselves.  The local constabulary—the deputy sheriffs, following-up on local residents complaining about the farm animals, cows specifically “all stirred up” and running amok crazy-like, found the country teens in possession of the naked teenage girl and arrested them for kidnap and sexual assault.
	Deputy Roy Tawilliger noted that some of the cows that were “all stirred up” were agitated to such a state as they seemed to be “possessed.”  He actually wrote “possessed” on his report.  The deputy also noted that it looked like—it looked like some of the cows “were bleeding from the rear area” but it was unclear as from what orifice—the vagina or anus (due to the flopping tail and the deputy not wanting to get too close to agitated/stirred up cows.)
	Farmer Jack Wellitsbigger surmised that aliens were responsible.
	Farmer Jack was known to drink a lot, too.
	Those other teens Ryan saw told deputies that they had seen a “large pink big foot in the bog.”  Those teens were drunk and high (and arrested.)  Farmer’s Wife reported smelling a “godawful stench” coming in thru the windows bad enough to peel the Formica!  Her soybean farming farmer husband went out to investigate and “was gone for the longest time.”
	“He comes traipsin’ in along about sunup—naked as a jaybird!”
	Then he commenced to blathering incomprehensible words that made no sense whatsoever.  He also more than a mild case of the shits.  He couldn’t control his bowels and sat out in the old outhouse for most the day.  Farmer’s wide Wife didn’t know what was the matter with him, “But me tends to think he gots him a bad jug of the ‘shine!” she said with a sneer.  “Serves him right!  Stayin’ out all night and me ‘ere a worrin’!”
	The blotter at the sheriff’s office was filled with reports of “strange” and “unusual” happenings and occurrences.  So many so that Sheriff Kombaya was wondering if there was something to it after all.  He went (to the bog) to investigate—he hasn’t come back yet.
	We’ll check in on the Sheriff and Farmer in the outhouse a little later…

Country life (must be something in the air)
If I’m not doing it—I want to watch; If I’m watching—I want to do it
	On any given day one could step out on their porch; back or front, and take in a myriad of fragrances.  Some pleasant—some not so much.  Fresh mown hay usually the most prominent but also various wild weeds and herbs (heather and geranium the most prevalent).  Also, being in the country, horse and pig shit conquered lofting on the countrified air.  Most people who lived in the country were used to the prevailing “odors” and thought much nothing of them.  Some people were offended and/or grossed out (even though some of those people were country people.)
	Alicia Yankmee, nineteen, was one such “people” who, although a country girl, was not appreciative of the natural odors of the country.  From Ryan’s home, Alicia lived one house over from the neighboring Namereckers.  There was a 100 foot field between.  Lots of trees, lots of wild grasses, weeds, herbs, and mini fortresses created by the neighborhood kids.  Alicia’s little brother, Terry, twelve, was one such builder.
	Ryan knew the Yankmee family and for the longest time he had wanted to know Alicia a whole lot better.  She had the most incredible eyes!  Soft blue eyes, eyes that looked as if though she were sleepy all the time.  She spoke in a wondrous tone that was also “soft.”  Soft creamy skin, she smelled of roses, and when she smiled—she gave Ryan a boner.

	She also gave her brother a boner, too.  That was evident the day (the day after fucking with Annette and Chrissy) Ryan went prowling the neighborhood.  He had a new drive; he seemed to no longer need the EMAD—somehow the Device’s electronic powers had been mysterious somehow transferred to him!  He didn’t know how but it made engaging in illicit activities a whole lot easier.
	It was noted that Alicia “looked around nervously” before darting into the fortress located behind a large mound of dirt and grass, chunks of city sidewalk, abandoned washers, and piles of car tires.  Alicia was part of a singing group that went to church to church, fairs, schools, parks, and senior centers.  She played guitar and flute and for the longest time and did Ryan want to see her singing and playing—naked.
	Often while traveling to church to church, fairs, schools, and so on, she was clad in a knee length dress outfit and just to show her country side she wore a denim jacket at times, too!  Her single mom ran a small farm and most times after they did a singing stint (and it wasn’t a Sunday) she would change duds and be on the family tractor plowing a field!  Nineteen year old Alicia also worked the field as did young twelve year old Terry.
	But when not doing farming chores, Alicia and Terry were busy being brother and sister—the naughty kind!  Once inside the fortress constructed of tin sheets, discarded railroad ties (which made the interior of the fortress a little funky) as well as construction materials and whatever was handy to conceal those inside from the outside.
	Inside and young Terry had his pants and underpants down as he sat on his knees.  His little preteen puddling was already hard and he was playing with it like boys like to do.  His sister eyed her brother’s penis as she slowly slipped off her western shirt and bra.  The boy eyed his sister with a sort of admiring awe.  He only then methodically masturbated—he was captivated by his undressing sister.  (as was the spying Ryan!)
	Alicia had lovely hair, golden brown; and it was super long—way-way down her back.  It was styled nicely giving her a sweeping look across her brow.  Nice titties.  Nice bouncy 28Bs.  A nice tight ass that was mostly usually concealed in farm pants, overalls, and dresses.  She was a nice girl—especially naked!
	The fort was odd shaped having almost a “dome” top with a slanted one side.  It actually resembled an igloo.  But with the low ceiling, standing up was not an option.  Alicia had to lay down on the carpet remnants and unnatural fake grass carpet pieces to shuck her jeans (and panties.)  Young Terry just smiled, stared, and methodically whacked himself.
	Once her clothes were off the pretty nineteen year stood up “adjusting” her titties, fluffing her muff, and sheepishly eyeing her naked brother.  Then she stretched out her hand taking over mastering his masturbation.
	Terry liked.  A lot!
	Alicia fondled her brother’s wang, cupped his balls, then leaned down taking his prong into her mouth.  She did!  Terry liked that, too.  A lot!  It was not the first time her doing so; not their first time naked together.  Of course, Ryan had to wonder if there were any other “non-firsts.”
	Sex?
	No.  Not really.  After sucking her brother (and not bringing him off) Alicia did lay down, spread her legs, and fingered herself to beat all.  Terry came up between her legs and put his mouth to her furry cunt licking all over.  He was kind of childish; making yummy sounds, giggling, and not overly liking having to floss.
	Then, when he moved up gliding his cock against her cunny she stopped him.  There was a bit o’ seepage glistening the boy’s knob—and Alicia, being a Christian girl of a Christian family, feared getting pregnant.  Especially by her little brother!  That just wouldn’t do.
	‘what about a rubber?’
	Alicia shook her head; those things weren’t 100 percent 100 percent.
	She was taking no chances in getting pregnant.  She would play with her brother’s cock—suck it, be naked with him, let him see her naked, but no sex.
	‘yes, sex.’
	Alicia still resisted.
	‘up the ass?’ try a new avenue.
	She was aware of that maneuver but being a Christian that sex act was a no-no.  But she was curious.  Curious about sex, too.  But oral was the only venture she was willing to go in her incestuous relationship with her brother.  And in that route she didn’t feel that it was overly wrong.  It wasn’t sex.  Giving one’s brother a handjob, sucking him, being mutually naked—that seemed ok and natural.
	Ryan sought to change that.

	Ryan didn’t want to get the girl in trouble; he felt badly for what happened to Serena (but not Tanya!)  Luckily, in his wallet were “emergency” condoms; also favorably known as “when you get lucky wrappers.”  And as it turns out, Alicia knew how to “wrap” a weenie.  And she was not a virgin.  (but she was carefull.)
	After wrapping her brother’s weenie the fuck was on.
	Terry was willing and very able to fuck.  Being a farm boy he had seen his share of animals fucking.  Being a spy he had seen his share of teenagers fucking, too.  Not wanting to fuck up a good thing with his sister he dimmed his desire to fuck her.  He didn’t want to do anything to fuck up a good thing; piss her off and she’d cut him off—no sucking, no nudity, no playing with his cock.  Nothing.
	No, he didn’t want to do anything to fuck up a good thing.

	And fucking was a good thing.
	Getting a handjob from your sister?  Yeah, that was good.
	Getting a blowjob from your sister?  Also good.
	Sinking your pent up cock into your “willing” sister’s pussy?  Words cant describe.  They weren’t invented yet—suffice it to say that once his cock was firmly seated albeit wrapped into his sister’s cunt it was bombastic.  His balls surged and so did his cock.  And that was just one pushward in!  He hadn’t even begun to pump yet!
	Alicia smoothed her hands on her brother’s ass—she did somewhat long to have sex with him (but feared pregnancy.)  She did have sex with a boyfriend, her first when she was nigh but fourteen years old!  Just once and she was petrified for months after fearing she’d be knocked up.
	Then, when she was sixteen she was once more engaging with a boy (who had his weenie wrapped) but upon withdrawl the rubber had broken and he had cum inside her.  She was in panic mode—but luckily three months passed and she was not pregnant.
	She was a nice looking fuckable girl.  She looked nice, spoke well, laughed politely, and as she sucked off her brother—Ryan’s view was from behind and what a behind!  That was a nice-nice view.  A creamy ass; perfectly formed, perfect for admiring.
	It made Ryan moan.
	With Terry’s schlong now wrapped there was some security.  Alicia’s mind was put at ease and Terry was allowed to bone her.  Although his penis was wrapped the sensation of “fucking” (and fucking his sister) was terrific!  The boy was out of mind with the doing.  His sister, too, seemed to enjoy the fuck.  She also sucked on Ryan’s cock and fondled his balls, too.
	‘shave your sister’s pussy.’  ‘let your brother shave your pussy.’
	‘fuck your sister up the ass.’  ‘let your brother fuck your asshole.’
	‘cum on your sister’s face.’  ‘let your brother jerk off onto your face.’
	Ryan felt good about instilling upon the two their “new way of life”; after Terry had fucked his sister and nearly passed out from doing so, Ryan took his turn.  He gave the girl the fuck of her life—and without his weenie wrapped!

*

Revenging vengeance (with a twist!)
	Opening scene:  oilfield warehouse; centralized in a large privately owned commercial oilfield.  Several oilfield maintenance companies use the warehouse for supplies—valves, tools, and essentials in maintaining oilfield pumping units and what have you.
	Main Character—Alden Kittenrich.  Target Character—Brad Mibalzerhuge.
	Time—End of Day.
	As usual, Brad M liked to get most his paperwork done at the Close of Business; no interruptions.  And he was usually behind on paperwork to turn into Corporate.  Usually the work crews and warehouse personnel scattered at the end of day leaving Brad to do his work in peace and quiet.  Then it was a thirty minute drive home.  He didn’t get overtime; being a manager he was on salary but it was a way of life.
	Alden made his way around the great warehouse; checking for lingering employees.  No one at the outer offices, no secretaries, no receptionists.  No lingering vendors.  No one in the lunch room or break area.  The forklifts were all in their places.  The big huge enormous pull-down doors were shut and locked.  And the last janitor had just put away his cart, locked the door, and was out the side door on his way home.
	Brad was in his office, door open, radio on (heavy rock); no windows in that particular office.  Most the lights in the warehouse were off.  All was quiet and serene.  Well—
	Strolling slowly to the office and Alden zeroed his attention on the Brad.
	Brad looked up from his work with a curious look.  If he had any thoughts on his mind, a question to ask, or even a simple “HI!” it was lost instantly.  A buzz cut the man had; it made him look young but he was in his mid-thirties.  College boy (that’s important later on).  He was alright to work with but was also sometimes a jerk and a certified asshole.
	‘Stand up.’ Alden said flatly and almost cooly.
	Brad paused a moment, blinked his eyes, shook his head, then looked as if though he were about to puke.  He made a bad face but then slowly stood up.
	Alden nodded, closed his eyes, clenched his fists,
	‘Alright, bitch, take your pants down.’  It was sort of a test.  If he complied, then all was well and well on its way to his (Alden’s) Devine plan.
	Brad undone his beige corduroys and pushed them down.
	His underwear followed.
	Alden undone his own pants and pushed them down—followed by his underwear.  Then, with a sigh, ‘Alright, play with my cock.’
	No hesitation; Brad’s eyes were locked to his employee.  Shuffling around the typical metal office desk he came to Alden, an employee some years older than he, and began masturbating his (Alden’s) cock.
	He fondled Alden’s balls, too.
	In turn, Alden fondled Brad.
	‘Alright, on your knees.’
	Again, no hesitation.
	On the back wall of the small manager’s office; plaques and awards of achievement for Brad Mibalzerhuge.  He was a college boy and a company man, had a nice house, nice wife, nice kids, and had just gotten membership to the country club.  On his knees he sucked Alden Kittenrich (without hesitation.)
	Alden pulled out of Brad’s mouth to fuck the man’s face.  Afterwards he had Brad stand up and “get naked.”  The 30-something year old man stripped off all his clothing and Alden was well pleased.  He did same and then had the man some fifteen years younger than he brace himself against his desk.  Alden then swatted the man’s ass.
	Then, with his cock freshly slobbered on and hard, he jammed it up the man’s virgin turd chute.  A thorough ass fucking was just the thing (for Alden’s mood and continuing Devine plan.)
	But there was one more thing.  Partly it was just to make sure that the mind lock Alden had was true and partly “just fucking because.”  That “thing” was—
	‘Brad, lick my asshole.’
	Again—no hesitation.  As Alden bent over spreading his cheeks, jerkwad “I’m so much better than you” Brad began his task of giving his employee a rimjob.  The man, a virgin at the task, seemingly made love with his mouth to Alden’s shit tube.  It pleased Alden and he once more sodomized his boss creaming his hole minutes later.
	More spanking followed.
	Alden then left the naked man in his office with a flaming bum—and no idea how it came to be so!  No memory of how he was naked, why, or what that “taste” was in his mouth (and on his lips!)  But there was a lingering thought (or message):
	‘You like being naked in your office.’
	‘You like masturbating in your office.’
	‘You like to suck cock.’
	Alden parked his truck in the shade of three trees at a small park outside a small convenience store known fondly at the Triangle—where three roads intersected.  From his vantage point he could see the warehouse.  It took about five minutes to get from the warehouse to the Triangle.  Then, some thirty minutes later Brad emerged from the warehouse, got in his company truck and left—kind of hurriedly, too.
	The next day…
	‘Take your clothes off.’
	Brad’s mind was easy to conquer; he was a bright man, college boy, married, house, two cars, bank account, good job.  Regardless, his mind was easily overtaken.  The young man stripped off all his clothes; Alden shucked his own clothing and stood blatantly naked—masturbating.
	‘Suck me.’
	Naked Brad M dropped to his knees (no hesitation) and began performing his task—cock sucking employee.  He did a fair job but for Alden—the employee, it was only the beginning (of a much more diabolical plan.)  After sucking and sucking and nearly bring Alden to orgasm,
	‘Lick my hole.’
	Alden turned about, bent over, and spread his cheeks.
	Brad applied his tongue and tantalized Alden to no end.
	After the Rim Job, ‘Brace against the desk.’ Alden said mindingly (and with almost a wavering smile!)  “This is gonna hurt!” he said aloud.  And with his bare hand he struck Brad’s tender bare ass.
	‘Brad, answer truthfully, do you spank your daughter?’
	“Yes.” he answered—truthfully.
	‘Brad, answer truthfully, do you spank your daughter’s bare ass?’
	“No.”
	‘Do you want to?”
	Brad’s daughter in question was nine year old Shannon.  According to the picture on his desk—she was a cutie!  Blond hair, blue eyes, short kiddie dress, flat chested, a real cutie.
	“I-I don’t know.” Brad answered on wavering lips.  It was an indication of “probale.”  The same (question) was asked about his son, seven year old Steven.
	There was a bit of hesitation when probed about “Do you want to?” spank son’s bare ass.  Alden had swatted the man’s bare ass three hard swats during the questioning.  Stepping up, he pressed his sucked on manhood against the boss’ ass, down between his legs, then “reached around” to play with his cock and balls.
	‘You want to spank your son’s bare ass, don’t you?’
	Brad couldn’t answer but he did nod his head affirming so.
	He also wanted to spank his daughter’s ass.
	He  also wanted to spank his wife’s ass.
	Hmmm
	According to Brad—his wife, Stacie, didn’t take it up the ass, wasn’t into spanking, water sports, or even into doggie style.  Regular sex, her on top, and mutual masturbation.  She barely engaged in oral sex with Brad—but was ok if he performed such on him.
	After Alden sodomized Brad in his office he sodomized Brad in Aisle 9; heavy valves.  Some spanking was involved, and a lot of cock play.  Then, by the forklifts; across the seat for heavy spanking.  A blowjob—whereas Alden didn’t hold back and creamed into the man’s mouth.
	Other than his fooling with Brad, Alden kinda of found a new unique feeling in prancing about naked.  There were no security cameras inside the building, just on the outside—at the doors and bay doors.
	Once back in his office and Brad was royally reamed, spanked, and his balls cum on.  A fury was seething within Alden (to be explained shortly).  With his eyes closed he smoothed his hand over his boss’ ass; he really wasn’t “gay” as perceived—it was just a part of the vengeance that was within him.  Sex was sex, though; caressing an ass, fondling with a cock (his or another’s) and just the general overall being naughty got him a tremendous boner.
	Forcing another to bend to his will might also have something to do with it.
	Alden then dressed and had Brad dress, also leaving the mess on his balls for HIM to figure out!  Then left going again to the Triangle to wait and watch.  He didn’t have to wait long—Brad came running out of the office (and seemed to be in a panic?)  After jumping into his company truck he sped away stirring up the dust as confusion reigned supreme in his mind (and body.)
	Alden sighed and consumed his chili cheese dog and soda.  He wasn’t finished demoralizing Brad Mibalzerhuge.  It was just the beginning.  The afternoon was late, most of the oilfields surrounding the area, the farmland, all had emptied of their workers.  That didn’t say that there weren’t stragglers; security guards, night shift workers, and tourists.
	While waiting for his chili cheese dog to settle (and make sure that he didn’t have to do an emergency squat along the highway) a man in a bright red BMW rolled in parking close to Alden’s ride.  A nice man, professional white collar type, possibly a jerk, maybe not.  He was well dressed, designer jeans, Italian shoes (no socks) and a nice expensive dress shirt.  A watch, dress belt, with a college ring on one hand and a golden wedding band on the other.
	Alden was quick to judge, a quirk he hated and tried not to supply.
	As the man got out of his car he gave insight to some passengers—two girls.
	Two YOUNG girls.  One was his daughter, the other the daughter’s friend.
	The man made way into the Triangle store and the girls stayed fast inside the car—it was running with the a/c on.  Alden hadn’t gotten a good look at the offering—er, occupants.  He sat debating; his stomach churning a little—he knew better than to scarf convenience store food.  A major shit fit was looming.  He waited.  The windows of the Beamer were heavily tinted forbidding him a glance inside to help render his decision.
	The well-off businessman returned bringing three ice cream cones.
	Awww.
	The girl in the front seat, his daughter presumably, opened the door.
	Alden view was still blocked as the man made his way into the car.
	Moments later, however, and the door opened again.  The car’s engine shut off and the three occupants got out going to the shaded park-like area behind the store.  This gave Alden the necessary info about the girls.  And what he saw—he liked.  A lot!
	Eight year old Bonnie wore short-short red short with a reddish tank top.  She had lovely shiny brown hair that went to the middle of her backside adorned with a few red ribbons and one tying part of her hair at the back of her pretty head.  She wore red framed glasses and as she sat on the table top of the picnic table she sort of kind of gave Alden a panty shot.
	The other girl was her best friend, Nancy.  She had raven black hair to her shoulders, thick and luxurious with plastic purple clips.  She was a cutie pie, also; no glasses, but small braces.  A purple watch (band); purple shoes, purple ankle socks—it gave wonder to Alden if she had on purple panties.
	Let’s find out!
	As the trio munched on their ice creams—
	‘Would you like to FUCK your daughter?’
	The man, Charles Scabwhaa, looked around in puzzlement as if he had heard someone speaking.
	Alden sat quiet and still.  His stomach rumbled and his decision to remain at the Triangle (where there were outside bathrooms) was proving to be a good one.  The chili dog w/cheese was good but there were side effects to the indulgence.
	‘Do you like seeing your daughter naked?’
	Charles had a blank look on his face.
	No one else was visiting the park; two oilfield service trucks were beside Alden’s 1955 custom panel truck.  The occupants of said trucks were inside the store having late lunch, drinking, carousing as oilfield service folk do after long days in the field.  A car was out front and the day was getting on.  The park had a few trees and some grass.  Nothing else.  Located directly behind the store directly in the middle of fucking no where it was a small haven for motorists going along the remote highway between remote towns on the backdrop of a major freeway and nearby cities.
	‘Would you like to finger you daughter?’
	Charles looked like he were about to throw up.
	The girls munched their ice creams and yapped about things young girls like to yap about.  Alden tried a new tactic.
	‘If you could see you daughter naked—would you?’
	Charles cocked his head and looked a little less like he was about to throw up and a lot more like he was constipated.
	Ok—‘If your daughter took her clothes off RIGHT NOW—would you check her out?’
	A look of puzzlement befell Charles’ face.
	‘If your naked daughter wanted to sit on your lap—would you let her?’
	Charles was in deep thought.
	It had been a little while since he had seen his eight year old naked.
	He did, though, get to see her most often in her undies.  At eight, Bonnie was not quite yet modest enough to let her single father see her that way.  But it had been awhile since he had seen her naked.  And by the by—yea, he did kinda of sort of want to.
	Being a normal man, despite a professional business man, and a single father raising a single daughter there were unnatural desires deeply seeded.  They only needed a little “coaxing” to blossom and bloom.  Alden Kittenrich was one such “gardener” who sought to sow that seed.

	The hour was later than it was before—5:05 to be exact.
	With the a/c on, the interior of his ’55 former bread/milk truck was cozy.
	The floor of the truck was comfy with extra thick padding and thick plush carpeting.  The walls were paneled with insulation behind.  There were captain’s chairs, a bed along the driver’s side wall, an ice chest built into the cabinetry, a mini fridge, and some camping gear stowed under the bed.
	Present inside the cozy panel truck, Charles Scabwhaa, his daughter, Bonnie, and her friend, Nancy.  Slowly and Charles lifted off his daughter’s shirt.  On his knees he was level with his child.  His mind was virtually blank—turned on only for the moment.  The girls were pretty much the same.  All were oblivious to the presence of their benefactor—Alden.
	Bonnie was flat chest but she was eight years old, too!  There were “sprouts” on her chest, though.  Charles eased down her shorts then took a long moment that was allowed to gander at her as she stood in her red tinted panties.
	‘Charles, take off ALL of your clothes.’
	A brief hesitation—but that was due to the continued gandering to Bonnie.
	Once naked, the man was already sprouting a boner.
	Charles S was younger than Alden by a few years, but older than Brad.  There were no homosexual tendencies towards Charles S; in that line, there were no tendencies of the homo kind to Brad, either—it was a revenge thing and had little to nothing to do with “homosexuality.”
	With her panties down (and off) Charles’ cock was harder still.  Alden’s cock was free and although he had had an afternoon frolic with Brad he was ready for more action (especially if it involved a wee little lassie like Bonnie!)
	Up on the twin sized fold down bed did Bonnie go.  Her legs spread and her Daddy barely needing goading or any coercing whatsoever to “eat her out.”  He was a single man with his wife passing away some years ago.  He had a girlfriend but the relationship was stalled at the moment.
	The girl gushed as her Daddy’s tongue tongued her.  Alden found himself unable to “wait” for Nancy to be rendered nude by Charles so he did the task himself.  And underneath her purple outer clothing—purple panties!
	Rubbing his penis against the girl’s butt, bending her over to rub up and down her crack, poke her hole, and then gouge her very virginal cunny, Alden was in glory.  Boning Brad was one thing—boning a little girl was da bomb!  And though he had cum off in Brad’s mouth, his ass, and lastly his balls—there was yet more cum to give.
	By the time Charles had finished licking all he could lick on his daughter’s pussy and had begun gliding his stiffy up and down the child’s sex—Alden had soiled thoroughly Nancy’s asshole and pussy.  He knew that the release would be even more fantastic INSIDE the girl he couldn’t wait to break her in.
	Bonnie squirmed, made a face, and then made some sort of outburst as her dear Daddy did so infacto penetrate her.  The girl thrashed about some, cried out and was ceremoniously raped.  There wasn’t full vaginal penetration—but close counts.  Charles was part way into the girl pumping steadily; Alden was in the mouth of little Nancy weaving his magical electronical Device to all three—when a knock came to the driver’s side door.
	It was the Triangle’s proprietor’s daughter.  (say that 9 times fast!)
	She was a recent graduate of college and working at her father’s remote located store where she put her best effort in saying “You want fries with that?”  Putting her degree in astro-physics to its full potential.  A pretty girl, smart, not more than 5’5” with flaming red hair, perky titties, a nice butt, usually pleasant (usually) and seemed impatient at Alden’s answering.
	The truck’s engine was running (so the a/c would work) and although there was no parking time limit the truck had been noticed parked (with engine running) for some time.
	Perky titties.  Usually pleasant.

I cum; you cum; let’s change the alphabet
	Charles had cum.  Not IN his daughter (as planned) but on her.  All over her dainty young innocent virginal pussy.  Was virginal.  Daddy Charles’ big man dick obliterated her once intact hymen.  And not wanting to truly harm her when he felt the surge of his love cream coming he pulled out and came on her.  It was almost just as good.  Almost.  He had fucked his so-so girlfriend, showered with her, and slept nakedly with her—on occasion.  But deeply planted in his character under morals of “Do Not Kill” and “Do Not Stick Your Dick Up Another Dude’s Asshole” and “Do Not Steal” there was the deep seeded desire to molest his daughter.
	He had managed so far to keep that desire buried.  Thanks be to Alden, though, that desire was nurtured and set free.  Caressing his daughter’s bare ass would now be a daily thing.  

	Along with fingering her pussy and having her jerk him off—a daily thing,  he would lick out her pussy (before, during, or after her morning pee.)  He would help bathe her, finger her asshole, and try for anal penetration—daily.  And Bonnie would be accepting of such and keep such doings to herself.  She would also please her father by sucking his dick and having him cum on her sweet face—daily.
	Alden had cum off into Nancy’s mouth.  Bonnie was a real cutie; those glasses, her nakedness, all gave cause for Alden to have a strong erection.  But he let her father have her—he enjoyed Nancy and while his cock recovered he put the girl across his lap and spanked her.  Not hard, but enough to jiggle the flesh and turn it a slightly bright red.
	College girl Nora Trainretch lay in a field of wonderment.  As a member of a sorority she had participated in outrageous acts of being a plebe.  Bare ass spanking, binge drinking, drinking beer poured down the body of another plebe from her pussy, drinking beer poured down the body of senior sorority member, and reciting the names of previous members (all the while being bare assed spanked.)
	Laying out naked on the comfy carpet of Alden’s ride, the woman fingered herself for Alden’s pleasure.  He himself seemed lost in thought as he smoothed his hand over the naked Nancy.  Slowly and Alden slid the eight year off of him—all aware that Nora’s father would probably come to interrupt if she didn’t make a reappearance in the store.  Regardless, he came between the young woman’s legs gliding his cock up and down her fuckable pussy.
	She was not a virgin.
	Alden did not Q&A her; his mind was on other things.
	Nora made a moan as Alden’s cock eased into her.  His concentration was on Brad.  There were plans for Brad—and his family.  The woman beneath him squirmed; Alden looked down to her but only saw Brad’s wife.  He gave the young college girl a good hump—just like the hump he was going to give Brad’s wife all the while Brad watched.
	With his mind still locked on his diabolical plan of demise for his boss, he turned Nora onto her knees.  Her mouth went down on Charles’ cock and Alden’s cock went sliding into Nora’s cornhole.  The smell of barbeque filtered into the old panel truck—it was that time of day when the old man of the store cooked up his famous barbeque ribs and chicken.
	Brad stepped up his sodomy of Nora and Charles obliged her, too, with a healthy dose of jiz.  Temporarily was Alden’s mind sidetracked from his Plan.  He watched as his cum oozed out of Nora’s shitter.  If Brad were there he would have the fucker lick the woman’s asshole clean!  Smiling and Alden added that notion in his mind—‘after fucking Brad’s wife have Brad lick her asshole!’
	Seemed like a fine plan to him!