August Moone
Book 9
Chapter 27
And the Saga Continues
More Life (with just a little twist)

Almost home—but first!
	He wasn’t the same.  He would never be the same.  On his adventure thru the woods, Cray Hurricane, only wanted to go home—and crawl under a rock!  Sights he had seen; the old man humping his granddaughter, the kinky gal getting boned by a goat; the man and his daughter.
	Getting lost in the woods would be a lame excuse but it was all he had.  And as far as he knew, thus far, his wife, Sage, was a pretty understanding gal.  He hoped like blazes she would be understanding in his “lost” excuse.  Of course, he would probably tell her of all the things he saw.  Probably.  Some things, though, he probably would keep to himself, like—
	A hiking trail wound its way thru the woods and to Cray it seemed likely that it would eventually “lead” somewhere.  Eventually.  Among the notorious smells inundating the wooded woods were other smells not so notorious but extremely noxious.
	“What the fuck?” the odor was more than noxious; it burned the eyes and made him feel delusional.  He had seen some funny looking mushrooms and being puckish he consumed one.  Bad idea.  He had some nuts and a fruit bar acquired from the Farmer’s Market where he had returned Jeanette.  Foul odor and delirium put Cray into further troubles with his wife—he got a little silly then passed out.
	When he awoke he was naked—and covered in slime!
	“Wow, what a trip!” he said to himself.  There was no remembrance of what had happened—there was but it was a bit confusing.  He didn’t feel well, he didn’t look well (covered in a green-yellowish slime).  Stumbling along thru the woods he came upon a farm house.  He saw a clothesline and having no idea what happened to his clothes carefully made his way.  Coming to a water hose he paused to wash off the slime.  It was then he noted that something was amiss with his asshole.
	He could hide a watermelon in it.
	Well, that was what it felt like.
	Had he been—gasp—sodomized!?
	Too confusing.
	He imagined that he had taken a huge-huge-HUGE crap while in a delusion state of being and hadn’t realized it.  Huge.  And washing the slime off wasn’t easy; it seemed like it stuck to his skin—like very sticky honey.  Then he heard voices.
	Children’s voices.
	Panic swarmed over him and he dashed to the side of the barn—just out of reach of the clothes line.  He saw the children one-two-three; farm girls in typical attire with a boy, too.  The oldest, a girl, with fine nice looking golden hair, was tall, laughing, straight-laced, and about fifteen years young.
	The other girl was a bit young by three or four years, light brown hair, a perky nose, a little on the short side, lots of freckles, and full of life.  The boy was in the middle, dark haired, goofy looking face.  The three went into the other barn closing the door behind them.
	There were regular farm equipment machines about; a tractor, combine, and a loader.  No other vehicles, like a truck or car leaving Cray to wonder if the kids were alone.  He also wondered what they were up to.  A couple of more minutes washing the strange slime off of his hide then he made stealthy tracks to the barn.
	In the upper loft of the barn there was a “fortress” constructed of bales of hay.  Inside the Littlehore children enjoyed some time to themselves.  There was a small hatch door open for ventilation—its view was to the orchard beyond of which the farm made its livelihood.  Thirteen year old Albert stood sheepishly against one wall of the hay fort; his brown corduroys were down mid-thigh (along with his tidy whiteys.  His teenage cock was semi hard and his sisters were all eye glued to it.
	Playfully and the young boy flopped his cock swishing it in a circle, side to side, and up and down.  The girls giggled and the cock got a little harder.
	“Show us what you do.” chimed Laurie.  Eleven year old Laurie had seen her brother “playing” with himself recently and was more than curious about it.
	Albert obliged his sister and began masturbating.  Then,
	‘Show you mine—you show me yours!’
	Mary blinked her pretty blue eyes, cocked her head and said,
	“What?”
	To wit her brother looked to her, “What?”
	To wit Laurie piped in her wonderment, “What?”
	‘Quit it!’ then; ‘Take your clothes off!’
	Mary paused; looked confused, wrinkled her nose, then began slipping off her common everyday farm girl dress.  Surprisingly, she wore nothing underneath!  Nothing.  No undies of any kind!  No hair where there was supposed to be hair, either!  She was a lovely girl, a bit more than “Plain”; pretty-pretty blue eyes, spoke well, an “A” student, well poised, could sing like an angel!
	But she was no “angel.”
	Most days and she enjoyed going commando—no undies.  Only when on her period, riding a horse, something that would jiggle her breasts or make her vagina sore.  Good to know!  Naked and she was a captivating young thing.  After stripping off her clothes she lay back, legs parted, and “got busy!”  Her brother (and sister) were all attentive.  Laurie was shocked; Albert was stunned.  The boy continued stroking his favorite organ all the while his blue eyes were on his naked sister—his naked masturbating sister.
	Sure, he had seen her naked before—but not like this.
	‘Go down on her.’
	The words he knew—the act was a little more elusive.
	‘Put your tongue to her pussy!’ (and lick like the devil!)
	For Albert, the Flesh was willing but the Mind said 
	“HEY!  She pees from there!”  Good point.
	But strong encouragement coerced the young teen boy to eat out his sister’s twat—much to Mary’s joy, delight, and awe.  Laurie, too, was ahed.  And how!
	‘Take off YOUR clothes!’
	Slowly and did Laurie ease off her own typical farm girl clothes.  Unlike her big sister, Laurie had on panties AND even a bra!  She needn’t have the bra, though; she was fairly flat chested.  A pretty girl in her own right; light brown hair, dazzling blue eyes, a sweet face adorned with many-many freckles.  She was bit more outgoing than Mary; she was a tomboy.
	Once shed of her clothes she, too, lay back against some hay and began earnestly friggin’ herself.  Albert came up from between Mary’s legs to take a gander—he and Laurie mostly saw each other naked and most times in their undies.
	More than once did Laurie “play” with Albert’s dick.  In turn he got to finger her pussy.  Nothing more followed.  More than once and did both girls “observe” their brother whackin’ off.  Mary was just beginning to “explore” herself while Laurie had been doing so already for a couple of years.  When younger (recently) the girls shared not only the same room but same bed.  And in doing so and when the younger Littlehore girl “discovered” herself, she fingered not only herself but sister Mary, too!
	And in turn, Mary fingered her!
	Then it was learned that Laurie was having sex.
	But not with a farm animal.
	Not with a boy.
	Hmmm what’s left?  Animal—check.  Boy—check.  Mineral—we’ll get back to that one.  Kind of like someone humping a fruit cake.  Comparing “minerals” to fruit cake!?  Look it up—it can happen.
	So what was Laurie having sex with (that wasn’t human or animal?)
	Answer—a hot dog!
	Not the whole dog just the wiener.
	The odd tomboy farm girl discovered that snatching a hot dog wiener from the fridge and “fucking” it simulated sexual intercourse with a boy!  She discovered that on her own!  She was even more sexually “in the known” than her older sister!  But then Mary found more joy in garden veggies—realizing that cucumbers and some squash had amazing resemblances to a boy’s dong.
	Sitting up on his knees watching Laurie frig her sex and Albert was in amazement.  Then his attention was re-diverted back to his sister Mary who had took holt of his cock and was manipulating it.  She was in a bit of amazement herself.  Wonderment if you will.  She fondled his balls, rubbed his ass, then slobbered on his cock sending the boy thru the old slanted 1880s style sloped roof.
	Mary had never sucked a cock.  She wasn’t quite sure she liked it—or didn’t.  She sucked and sucked and came to compare the “taste” of cock was not unlike the taste of mozzarella string cheese!  Albert’s cock swelled, strengthened, and got hot in her mouth.  Albert watched her in blithering awe.
	As Laurie’s young cunny sizzled she watched as her brother and sister engaged in sex.  Mary laid out on her back, legs open; Albert crawled up between her legs gliding his freshly sucked on cock against her slicked up cunny.  Too stunned was Laurie to move to position herself behind them to watch the optimum viewing of “sex in progress”.  She sat friggin’ herself watching from the side.
	‘Taste your sister’s pussy.’
	Laurie stared at her brother’s cock as it stood out hard before her face; freshly withdrawn from Mary’s cunt it was slathered in mixed juices (and still spurting cum, too!)  Laurie took the brotherly offering and sucked-sucked-made a retching face—sucked-sucked and received a copious amount of fresh jiz (of which she nearly vomited as a result.)
	She didn’t but it was close.
	While Laurie sucked-sucked-made a retching face and very nearly puked, Mary received Cray’s cock.  He thoroughly loved young pussy.  Teenage pussy, young pussy, pussy-pussy.  Mary had a nice-nice pussy, freshly broken-in, ready for man dick.  The girl, and himself, shuddered as he seated himself.  He felt himself cumming off as he slid into her.
	Those titties!  Nice, supple, teenage titties marveled him as he slowly made love to the girl.  Weaving his mind trick and beside them Laurie lay out on the hay taking her brother on.  It was a good fuck all around.  Cray’s cock screamed with delight—only overshadowed by the enormous discomfort stemming from his ass.  Albert made dutiful thrusts into his younger sibling giving her a good dose of cum minutes later.
	Then,
	“Mary!  Laurie!” pause “Albert!” a voice called from the kitchen door of the farmhouse.  “Lunch time!”
	Danged interruptions!
	Caroline Littlehore was a nice woman; she had a good form, a subtle smile and laugh; auburn hair up in a tight bun; knee-length farm dress w/smock.  She called for her children one-two-three and after they had reassembled themselves they scattered to the house for lunch.
	Lunch?
	Shit.  Cray had been “lost” in the woods a long damn time.  Long time.
	Overnight.  And now it was noon.
	Shit.

*

Kappa Kappa Kum
	On his knees and Alton Kittenrich sucked cock.  His ass was burning red hot as he sat nakedly performing the homosexual task.  His head hurt terribly as his belly was filled to overcapacity of many-many-many-many shots of whiskey (on top of the kegger he had consumed earlier.
	While drinking, and spanking, and sucking, he recited past alumni leaders.
	He recited the college’s credo; the current senior frat brothers, and swear allegiance to the fraternity, Kappa Kappa Kum.  Alton was a plebe, a newbie, a college freshman aiming for a psychology degree.  Joining the KKA seemed like a worthy frat; a good group of brothers who aimed to achieve high marks scholastically and socially.
	After sucking another plebe’s cock he stood and that plebe who was just sucked jerked off cumming onto Alton’s balls.  That plebe then went to his knees and sucked off his own cum!  His naked bare ass was smacked while he did so.  Then, when Alton’s balls were cum free his freshly slobbered on cock went sliding up into the plebe’s asshole—all the while Alton was spanked—again!
	A young Brad Mibalzerhuge laughed as he awarded spanked after spank to Alton’s already tortured ass.  He slammed a shot of hard whiskey then sat a full shot glass onto Alton’s head.  If the shot glass tipped and spilled then Alton would be spanked again.
	Try as he might, Alton couldn’t keep the shot glass from falling and spilling its contents.  So he was spanked ridiculously again while sucking the plebe Jermaine’s black cock.  While reciting the fraternity’s pledge he messed up a line and forgot the original senior class from 1880 when the college was founded.

	Senior frat brother shook his head and grabbing holt of Alton’s thick rich hair made him suck HIS dick.  Jermaine then sodomized Alton with his big black dick screaming out the names of the founding frat brothers.  He got them all right.  Alton swallowed cum then swallowed more whiskey.  Jermaine face fucked/skull fucked Alton.  Alton sucked on the man’s balls then passed out.
	The tape in the video machine paused—the jagged line in the middle freezing in frame as 18 year old Alton Kittenrich lay naked on the floor of an “initiation” room.  Other plebes were in other adjoining room—they were brought out (six of them) naked, burning asses and coated in cum, and after a round of whiskey they all were ordered to pee on the passed out plebe.
	“Did it ever occur to you, you piece of shit, that he was possibly related to me?”
	Brad M sat in a desk chair with his mind in a blur.  And actually, No, it hadn’t occurred to him.  The name “Kittenrich” was not uncommon but for some reason it hadn’t rang a bell to Brad that Alden Kittenrich and the plebe Alton Kittenrich could be related.  It wasn’t that long ago when Brad was at the college and it wasn’t so long that Alden had come to work for Brad.
	“He was my brother.” Alden filled him in.  “My only brother.”
	A sudden “smell” wafted in the room—there was a stillness (like death) lingering listlessly about as well.  Revenge, payback—it’s a motherfucker!  Only a month after the initiation incident and being “denied” and that he (Alton) would have to go thru the process of acceptance into the fraternity “one more time” and did the young Kittenrich take his life.   He left no note or “reason” for the sudden ending of his life (stepping out in front of a speeding freight train) but a phone call to his father left on a message machine “it’s too much to go on/too humiliating” was a clue.  The message was not heard by his father as the senior Kittenrich was on a fishing trip.
	Brad fidgeted in his chair—he was gagged, well tied, and naked.
	So was his wife!  Stacie Mibalzerhuge was spread eagled on the bed with her arms tied crosswise behind her head with hands tied to the bed itself.  Her legs were spread out with ankles tied to the bed.  Her head was up just enough so as she could see the video—the video of her husband sodomizing a young man.
	Also present were Brad’s children, Shannon and Steven.  Shannon was nine years young while Steven was a mere seven years.  Steven wasn’t sure what he was witnessing but Shannon being a little bit older was.  The girl, however, was not so inclined to realize that the naked man ramming his tool up a younger man’s ass was her daddy.
	Shannon and Steven were also naked.
	One big happy naked family!

	It also should be noted that, there too, was a duffle bag on the floor.
	Main Character Alden stood up and undressed himself.  His cock was hard and he stood blatantly before the very bewildered Brad.  His cock was a bit bigger than usual; thicker and longer.  Casually and did the former employee masturbate.  Long had he planned for Brad’s demise.  He had trained himself, buffed himself, then paid good money in locating his brother’s killer.  Alden blamed Brad for his brother’s death; and also for the death of their father—the man died of a broken heart blaming himself for not being there to answer the phone message and listen to his young son’s college woes.
	It had been less than ten years since Brad had been at college.
	Alden stared with hot beaming dark eyes into Brad’s bright blue eyes.
	“Payback’s gonna be a bitch!” and he slowly moved onto the bed.
	Brad fought in his bindings; his children cried, his wife was already freaking out.  Her mind was out of as she realized who the man was on the video.  Alden maintained his composure and settled on top of the woman easing his cock into her cunny.  He had held off raping the woman—he wanted her hubby to see.  A camera was set up so as Brad could view the happenstance later on at his leisure.
	Stacie thrashed about so—she broke her right wrist and seriously damaged the left.  Her mouth was gagged but she was screaming just the same.  Alden was reminded of his father at Alton’s funeral—he screamed, too.
	The woman’s eyes bulged as Alden’s cock entered her.  She thrashed all the more causing more damage to her wrists and ankles.  He offered no ease to her mind; he had the means, of course, the EMAD.  But he had used it only to subdue the family.  As Alden’s big dick moved into the woman she was moved.  Brad’s cock was rather small; average size.  It was able to “get the job done” producing children and satisfying his wife.  But it was lackluster in comparison to Alden’s love tool.
	It was only temporary that the woman was stunned into silence.  The realization that she was being raped resurfaced and she thrashed about again.  It didn’t bother Alden, it enthused him!  A power fuck ensued bringing the woman into a furious fury of enjoying the fuck and then not so much.
	Alden slowed his fuck; pulled out and humped her swamped cunt, then plunged back into her to drive the woman to the brink of sanity.  When she began to blither and blather and seemingly leave her mind in a frenzy that was ecstasy.  She was not herself (nor would she ever be.)
	Crawling off the woman after fucking her literally senseless, Alden stood waggling his cock before the highly distraught Brad.
	“Taste your wife’s pussy!” Alden seethed and grabbing hold of the man’s buzz cut hair (which due to the buzz cut was hard to do but he did it) he slammed his cock into the former boss’ mouth.
	“SUCK ME, BITCH!” Alden yelled out of character.  “Suck me just like you made my brother suck you!”
	Brad fought not to engage in that homosexual act—especially with his children present.  But Alden was buff, older, and in more in control.  He was also more free to wrestle his will.  Brad was crying.  He was breaking.  Alden was far from being finished with the one responsible for his brother’s death.  Pulling out he fucked the man’s face ejaculating onto him.
	“Suck my balls!”
	Alden had a hard hold on the man’s short hair—to the point of causing some discomfort.  When he failed to fully please his tormentor, his former employee, he was slapped HARD sending him crashing to the floor.  Alden’s fury was just beginning.  Pumped up adrenaline pushed him over the edge; grabbing Brad he brought the man up against the bed untying him.
	“You make one fucking move, motherfucker, and your kids—” he didn’t need to complete his threat.  Brad was out of his mind, too.  He was untied but had no strength to fight Alden.  
	Wrestling roughly the naked man up onto the bed and Alden’s fury continued.  With a knee into the man’s ass he thrust hard Brad’s face into his wife’s cum smeared pussy.
	“Lick it up, bitch!” he demanded in a roar.
	Then, while Brad tongued his wife’s pussy—Alden sodomized him.
	“This is what your daddy did to my brother in college, kids!” Alden snickered as he looked over his shoulder to Shannon and Steve.  The kids were out of the minds with terror.
	Brad was a broken man.  He cried and made incomprehensible words.
	Alden finished sodomizing him; rolled him over onto his back and brought his knee to the man’s balls.  Brad doubled up and was close to throwing up.
	“That pain you feel?” Alden decreed, “Is nothing to the pain me and my father felt.”
	Alden push Brad down but didn’t knee him again; instead, he left the bed and fussed with the girl, Shannon.  The little girl put up a little bit of a fight but was smacked HARD on the bare ass to settle her down.  The girl was then brought up to the bed and paused there for a moment while she saw her parents laid out naked on the bed.  She was in pure terror—so much so that she peed.
	As Brad settled down from his testicles being smashed his little girl was position between his legs.
	“Suck his dick.” she was told.
	Shannon retched.  No way—no how.
	Yes way—yes how.
	When she refused she was swatted on the ass and then—
	With a hard grip to the back of her neck she was pushed down to her daddy’s love tool.
	“Suck it or else!”
	Not knowing what the “or else” implied the frightened girl began.
	Firstly she suckled on his smashed nuggets.  She didn’t like it much.  Under dire duress she admitted to sucking her brother’s dick.  She cried too much to understand clearly what else she was doing.  After ball sucking her daddy she sucked on her daddy’s shaft then his knob.  Alden caressed her burning ass before grinding his cock against her slit.
	Brad begged.
	“Keep begging, bitch—just like my brother did!”
	Soon and little Shannon was brought up to whereas her dainty virgin pussy was riding against her daddy’s hard cock.
	“NOOOOO!” screamed Brad.
	Alden paid him no attention and manipulated the man’s boner into his daughter’s pussy.  A lot of manipulation was needed; Alden continued to spank the child forcing her to his will—forcing her to settle on her daddy’s cock.  Brad was just about to lose his fucking mind, too; his wife already had.  That made it easy for Alden as while father and daughter engaged sexually he brought Steven up to fuck his mom!
	“Fuck until you cum!” Alden demanded of Brad.  And he smacked Shannon’s ass HARD to bring the point.  Shannon screamed and Alden laughed.
	Steven didn’t quite have a hard-on sufficient for “fucking” but regardless, rubbing one’s dick against a “pussy” somehow had an instinctive reaction and got the youngster a boner anyways.  He fucked his mom but it was nothing like regular fucking.  Her pussy was well fucked and not sufficient enough to be satisfying to his inky dinky.
	Brad managed to cum.  It took him all of five minutes but he came.
	His daughter was well broken; mind, body, soul.  A goodly amount of cum and blood coated Brad’s cock and balls.  The little blond haired girl was a withering wretch—and Alden didn’t care.  Thrusting his cock into her asshole he sodomized the girl relentlessly ripping her asshole “a new one.”  When he came off he wrestled the girl around forcing her down onto her daddy’s face yelling—
	“LICK THAT HOLE CLEAN, FRAT BOY!”
	Brad attempted to do so but was going out of his mind.
	Alden let it go and sodomized Steven.
	When done, he wrenched the young boy over to his daddy,
	“Suck him.” he said in a low voice.  “Suck his cock and balls.”
	Brad couldn’t get a grip—on his mind or his son’s cock and balls.  He struggled to breathe, struggled to comprehend.  He thrashed about so.
*

What a little mess we’ve made!
	The hour was late.
	The air—stanky!
	The air was putrid with such a stench.  Never before had she smelled such a smell!  Her mind was not her own—it was troubled.  There were images she couldn’t make out.  The horrendous smell that lingered about her disrupted her thoughts.
	Then she puked.
	The retching was never ending.  In her mind she saw images of a man—
	More retching.
	She fell off the bed and found something was terribly amiss.  Terribly.
	Her wrists, broken and bloody.  How?
	She was naked.
	She felt horrible—all over.
	Something wasn’t right.
	Struggling to make sense of what was happening she knocked over the nightstand table lamp.  She her knee hit something.  She still was retching, vomiting, adding to the horrendous smell in the air.
	“Brad!” she called out.  Had they had one of their tumultuous sex sessions?
	The room was dark; her ears even were in peril with some sort of annoying high pitched whine.  Sitting back against the bed she let her eyes adjust to the darkness.
	“Brad!” she called out again.
	Her pussy hurt.
	Her asshole hurt.  Had Brad fucked her up the butt?  She wasn’t into that and let him do her there on rare occasions.  Men!  All they wanted to do was fuck!
	The smell began to sting her eyes.
	Her wrists.  What the fuck!?  This was serious.  How did this happen!?
	Once more she sought out a light source.  Pain was not as much as it should be (considering).  The toppled lamp she found and managed to turn on.
	The astronauts on the space station orbiting the Earth heard the scream.
	On floor by her was the headless body of her husband, Brad.
	In a duffle bag by the door were the heads of four other men, members of the defunct Kappa Kappa Kum (defunct due to their drinking excesses.)  Stacie was whacked out on morphine (provided by Alden).  In the bathroom there was “something” in the toilet.
	It wasn’t a turd.
	It was more “egg shaped”; discolored green and yellow with dark splotches.  It was about the size of an ostrich egg—only bigger!  A trail of blood led investigators out the backdoor and into the woods where even bloodhounds howled, yeowled, and wouldn’t follow.
	Stacie was never the same.  Never.  She was “committed” and at first prosecutors charged her with the decapitation of her husband but the children and video changed their minds.  No one of the sheriff’s department, morgue, other investigators, would be the same.
	Alden was never seen again.

*

Days of Happiness
	Even in the country there were “sections” much like found in any city; the redneck area of taverns, bikers, mud loving rednecks, unashamed to have engine blocks in the front yard with a pile of car tires and a toilet with flowers growing out of them.  There, too, was the colored (black) neighborhood; the very low income folk who lived mostly down by the river and railroad station.  Also, the more affluent section where in the country these folks were medium income.
	The Cuntinahamm family was one such “medium” income household.  Mr. Cuntinahamm owned not one but two business; a hobby/craft shop with his wife and another of the same in the nearby city.  They were doing well with their business; sometimes it was a struggle and coupled with life in the city—the C’s upped and moved to the country were people were polite, kind, good natured, and barring a few peoples claiming “aliens” were among them (along with a pink Sasquatch) country life was good.
	Sixteen year old Richie sat on his bed, naked, jerking off.  It was his favorite pastime.  In his new country school he excelled in basketball and baseball—he was tall for basketball and good run/throw the ball in baseball.  He was settling in in his new environment and had made some contact with a “few” country girls.  They were all very different than city girls—more charming and friendly without being obnoxious or pretentious.
	The country girls gave him reason to live—and jerk off!
	Suddenly, as he was in mid-throw he noticed his bedroom door was ajar.
	He also noticed a shadow on the frame and could get a whiff of his twelve year old sister’s perfume.  She was twelve and not supposed to be putting on perfume but their parents were in the city soooo…
	“JOANIE!” he bitched.  “I know you’re there!”
	Joanie opened the door more and stuck her head in.
	“How’d you know I was here?” she asked in a squeaking voice.
	“I could see you, smell you!” he chided—and still was yanking his schlong.
	“Smell me?” she whined, “I didn’t fart!”
	Richie shook his head sadly, “No, idiot, your perfume!”
	“Ohhhhh.” She said realizing.  “I didn’t know that it was that potent.”
	“Not as potent as some of your farts!” he giggled.
	“Richie!” bitched back an angry Joanie.
	All the while Richie remained sitting on his bed whacking off.
	(it’s the country air I tell ya!)
	Joanie leaned against the door frame, arms folded, watching her brother wank.  At twelve, the girl was a little awkward and not overly pretty—to Richie she was alright, though.  Reddish brown hair all kinky style in a serious perm.  Lots and lots of freckles; lots.  A pert little nose, pert/perky little Beginner’s titties.  Not much of a body frame but she was twelve and growing—so time would tell.
	“Why do you do that?” she asked somewhat politely.
	Richie was only mildly embarrassed (but didn’t stop jerking off).
	“Because it feels good.” he replied.
	Joanie watched in some odd fascination.  She knew somewhat what sex was; how it was done anyways.  The other particulars were a little elusive.  As she leaned against the door frame she fidgeted some.  The brother and sister often were alone together due to their parents working the hobby shops and especially more so with a shop in the country and city as well.  This allowed the children lots of freedom; lots of free time to…
	“Want to help out the cause?” Richie chided her.
	“Because what?” she asked confusingly.
	“No, not “because”—THE cause.”
	“What cause?”
	Richie shook his head, “Just come here.”
	Timidly and Joanie made her way to her brother.  Often and did the two go about the house naked; in the city they had a townhouse and willy-nilly did they prance about in the raw.  But that was as far as it went—lots of Show but no Tell.  No touchy-feely.  Not yet.  Richie was fearful of stepping over that moral incestuous line.
	Then the country life came about and a reconsideration of the morals was reconsidered.  More and more was Richie prancing about nakedly blatantly exposing himself, flopping his penis all about for Joanie’s viewing, and playing with himself.  He was a virgin.  In the country he hoped to change that status; with his sister or whoever—didn’t matter, so long as he got laid.
	On her knees and Joanie “examined” her brother’s cock.
	“Wow.” She exclaimed.  She hadn’t really ever gotten to see her brother’s boner so up close and personal.  Richie beamed and waggled his cock all the more.
	The girl had a good grip; his cock was warm (very warm) in her hand.  A kind of gushy feeling swept over the twelve year old.  She smiled and blushed and soon was schooled in the proper way to jerk of a boy’s dick.  She also learned the terminology of a boy’s “dick.”
	“Cock” “Schlong” “Dong” “Boner” “Johnson” “Weiner” “Pecker” 
	Doinker, Prick, Cack, Chubby, Choad, and Wankie the more popular terms for me British lads (and lassies!)
	As Joanie masturbated her brother—his cock got hotter, longer, stronger!
	“Take your clothes off, Joanie.” Richie said—almost begging.
	The girl paused a moment (in her thinking—not wanking). Then she shrugged saying “Ok.” and slipped off her 1950s style pre-teen knee length dress.  Her parents were old fashioned and found the 1950s era “adorable.”  Joanie found some like in the 50s decade, the fashions and music styles especially so she was not opposed when shopping with her mother at quaint quintessential yard sales, boutiques, and country shops and stores in the country town.
	Nice panties she had on; light powder blue, brief cut.
	No bra.  She was an “A” cup girl with her dainty breasts palm sized.
	There was no pause after ditching the dress; she went straightaway to sliding down her panties and there she was—naked.  Richie’s “bat cave explorer” was at its hardest ever.  More than anything did he want to fuck a girl.  Any girl.  And so what if that girl would be his sister?  So what!?
	Joanie was a little embarrassed; she shielded her cunny somewhat but Richie smiled saying “I’ve already seen it!” and he had—on numerous occasions.  But, not so Up Close and Very Personal as he wanted to see a girl’s pussy.
	Taking over jerking his gherkin his thoughts were ramped up; rapidly did his thoughts turn to the dark side—the incestuous side.  Laying back he stroked himself with rapid succession.
	“Are you alright?” Joanie asked out of concern.
	Richie could barely breathe, think, or do anything save for masturbating.
	“Come on me.” in the figurative sense…
	Joanie paused; she knew instinctively that that move was probably not good.
	But Richie looked pleadingly; then,
	“I’ll give you that ten bucks I got from dad this morning.”
	Bingo!
	Joanie climbed onto the bed, and onto her brother.  Settling down on his cunt buster she began to grind—helped and schooled along by her brother’s grip on her hips.  He also smoothed his hand over her ass, squeezed the cheeks, and daringly probed her asshole.
	“Richie!” scolded his sister.
	Richie was in agony.  With great determination he grinded his sister against his aching cock.  Relief was moments away.  Joanie was into the deed and the motion and grinded her cunny against her brother’s dong finding some pleasure in the deed.  She was not an avid masturbator but had just begun finding that pleasure—pleasurable.
	“I’ll give you another ten,” gulped a sweating heaving Richie, “if you let me put it in you.”
	That was a biggie.  And a simple “ten spot” wasn’t going to cover it.
	“Twenty.” chimed Joanie.
	Negotiating?  At a time like this?  Conniving.  But she had her brother by the balls—so to speak.  He nodded and Joanie raised her hips.  Richie guided his cock into his sister’s virgin twat and they cemented their brother/sister relationship.
	But that wasn’t all.
	Richie’s mind was lambasted with what he had done; his first real sexual encounter—and it was with his sister!  His sister!  He had also devirginized his sister—kind of messy.  But on the plus side—he had had his first sexual encounter!  Joanie was a little freaked out by the deed; her first sexual encounter and it was with her brother!  She had lost her virginity to her brother!  Her pussy was way sore.  They took a shower—together.  Then, while drying off—they made incestuous love on the bathroom floor.
	It was slightly better the second time.  And a bit more better the third time back in Richie’s room.  And there was a fourth time; doggie style that time around (again in the bathroom after a shower.)
	The next day—
	“Damn, Richie,” said Warren “Potsie” Webmouser, “I’d give my left nut for a fuck!” interesting choice of words.  Warren was one of Richie’s best friends, he had already been installed in the country and was a very good basketball player as well as star baseball AND football.  No one in the country played much soccer.
	“Interesting choice of words.” Richie chided his friend.  The two sat in a 1950s style diner chowing down on chili cheese fries and sodas.  Potsie claimed that he was not a virgin and had lost his virginity to a girl at summer camp the previous year.  Richie didn’t doubt him but—
	“Donna Furgnutty, MAN I’d like to do her!”
	Richie concurred—Donna Furgnutty was a hot chick; a 1950s high school girl persona; long dresses, bouncy blond ponytail, perky titties, a lovely smile, good body form.
	“Janna Smartpup,” Richie said noting the girl chumming with Donna, “she’d be awesome to “do”, too!”
	“Your so lucky, Richie.” Potsie said.  He was a big fella, not fat but muscular.  Thick rich dark hair, a little dense in the mind, and BOY could he sing!
	“Whattya mean?”
	“You’re the only one of my friends who has a sister!”
	Richie blushed.  “No big deal.” He said offhandedly.
	“No big deal?” Potsie exclaimed, “Man, you get to see her in her underwear!  Don’t you?”
	Embarrassed, Richie grinned and blushed nodding, “Well, sometimes.”
	“And panties!”
	“What about them?”
	“Man, don’t you ever get her panties back in the laundry?”
	More blushing; Richie nodded that it was so.
	After consuming a little more of their chili cheese fries and slurping on their sodas,
	“Uh, say, Richie, uh, do you and Joanie—”
	He didn’t need to ask the rest.
	“Aw, come on, she’s my sister!” and twelve.
	Potsie nodded; he was disappointed to hear his best friend wasn’t getting any.  A quiet (embarrassing) time coexisted between them.
	“Man,” said Potsie breaking the odd silence between them, “I wish I had a sister.”
	This took Richie by surprise.
	“Why?” then, “I mean, y-you wouldn’t mind doing your own sister?”
	“Heck no!” exclaimed Potsie.
	“What if—I mean, it wouldn’t matter how old she was?”
	“Well, out of diapers anyways!” Potsie chortled.
	The boys giggled, consumed their fries and left to walk the streets of their country town.  Hands in their pockets, they noted a few girls in the central park—girls of various ages that they would “give their left nut” to do.
	“Tabitha Yankmiller!” said Potsie—a nickname due to some serious toking he had done the summer before (after summer camp.)
	“Yanna Danksmell.” added Richie.
	“Man, she’s only thirteen!” chirped Potsie.
	“So?  Tabitha’s twelve!”
	“So?” giggled and blushed the pot head.
	The boys circled the park then sat at a small picnic table where they had a more optimum view of the girls.
	“Holy shit,” blurted Potsie, “isn’t that Danielle Leddbeeter?”
	“Yeah.” Richie said nodding his head (and surreptitiously slipping his hand to his crotch, gouging the heal of his hand to his aching boner.)  Oh how he wanted to go home and bang his sister!

	“Goddamn,” Potsie in some agony said, “she’s only ten!”
	The ten year old in question was the young daughter of the second banana preacher at the church the boys went to.
	“You’d do her?” Richie asked curiously.
	“Fuck yeah!” Warren “No Morals Have I” Potsie chimed.
	Truth be known, so would Richie!

	That evening, after dinner, socializing with the parental units, Richie and Joanie stole some time outside in the backyard—out behind the trees and garden shed out of sight of said parental units.  Joanie slipped her panties off while Richie hauled out his fuck stick.  Joanie giggled, blushed, and quickly began pleasing her brother.
	“Joanie,” said a nearly exasperated Richie, “would you—would—ooooh—”
	His thoughts were tumbled—helped along by his sister’s excellent handjob.
	“Would I what?” she was so dorky; that hair, that face, those freckles.
	“Would you let—ooooooh—” he was close to cumming off.  How would she react if he told her that his best friend wanted to fuck her?  Although Pothead Warren hadn’t come right out and said it the sentiment was there.  If given the chance, Warren the Pot Head would most certainly fuck Richie’s sister.
	“Would I what?” Joanie asked tantalizing her brother (and fascinated, too.)
	“Would—would you give me a blowjob?” it was out of his mouth before he could stop it.
	Joanie paused in her wanking of her brother.
	“You DO know what a blowjob is, don’t you?”
	“Of course I do!” she shot back hotly.
	No she didn’t.  She sort of did but didn’t.
	Richie changed the subject by helping take off her dress.  The girl slipped her panties off, fingered herself and Richie helped her lay down.  After working his clothes down to his ankles he positioned himself on her—then moved back down to ogle her delicate cunny.  As Richie began licking out his sister’s cunt,
	“What are you doing?” she almost screamed.
	“Giving YOU a blowjob!” he giggled and began licking out the girl’s pussy.
	He wasn’t an expert and had never really done that sort of thing before; but he had heard about “going down” on a girl’s pussy so he sort of had it fingered out.
	He must have been doing something right as as his tongue flicked out the slick area of his sister’s poon she got jazzed.  She bucked into his face, gyrated, gushed, and clenched up all over.  Small huffing noises did she make and it was better than fingering herself.
	When Richie had had his fill of that,

	Richie eased his aching pecker into the place most desired.  The girl beneath him squirmed; her lovely young titties were a delight to him and his cock swelled.  She gripped his arms, fluttered her eyes, and was seemingly cumming off!  Richie entered her slowly having to pull back some then ease back in—until such a time as where he had to start pumping in earnest.
	Then, while Richie pumped,
	“Potsie wants to do you.” it just slipped out.  It was a quick statement (one of which he half hoped she didn’t hear—he just wanted to blurt it out and get it over with.)
	Joanie, though, heard it.  She stared up at her brother, “Really?”
	Richie pumped slowly feeling the intense release of his brotherly love.
	“Yep,” Richie breathed as he clenched and gave his finale, “he said he’d pay twenty bucks, too!”
	Joanie was stunned.
	“Cool.” she said.

The next day—
	“Forty bucks!” almost shouted Potsie.
	“Yep!” grinned Richie.
	Potsie didn’t know, it was a lot of money.  He worked part time at the general store piling on feed bags and manure onto customer’s trucks and running errands for the owner but $40 out of his weekly check was a lot.  And since he was working his dad cut the allowance he was used to getting.
	But for a piece o’ ass?
	Richie’s sister?
	A twelve year old?
	Forty was a good price.
	Done deal.

Hours later—
	Despite his mighty size, Warren Potsie had just an average dick.
	To Joanie it didn’t matter—she didn’t know no different.  Richie’s dick was a bit long (but not by much.)  No foreplay; Potsie arrived minutes after the parental units disappeared down the street.  He was willing and eager to get into Joanie’s beaver.  A little chit chat and then to Richie’s room.
	“You’re not gonna watch,” Potsie asked sheepishly, “are you?”
	Richie hem hawed a bit “Well,” he smirked growing slightly embarrassed, “she IS my sister” bla bla bla.
	“It’d be creepy.” popped Potsie.
	“Whattya you think, Joanie?” Richie asked.
	After thinking it over a bit,
	“He’s right, it WOULD be creepy.” To have one’s brother hanging around while one’s brother’s best friend fucked her.
	Richie obliged and bowed out—but kept the bedroom door open just a bit.
	Joanie was nervous but slipped off her panties first.  Warren gushed and plucked up the garment nodding in a goofy manner “Nice.”  Then dropping the personal undie he removed his pullover shirt and shucked his pants.
	No undies did he have on.
	Joanie’s eyes were glued to the boy’s erection.
	“Wow.” In the light and situation, his cock DID look bigger than Richie’s.
	Potsie masturbated a bit and waited for an embarrassed and shocked Joanie to get naked.  In one fell swoop she pulled off her red checkered 1950’s style knee length dress and viola!  Naked!
	Lots of embarrassment all around.  Thankfully, though, Warren the Pot Head knew just what to say “Alright, let’s get to it!”  thankfully.
	Joanie, naked Joanie, perched herself on Richie’s bed.  First she had her legs closed then she leaned back slowly opening her legs.  Potsie masturbated and ogled the young girl with some glee (and a lot of lust.)  After she had laid down she fully opened her legs.  Potsie “went down” on her (but wasn’t as talented as Richie had been.  No matter.  Joanie gushed and her embarrassment level wavered.  Potsie licked, nipped, and drove his tongue into his best friend’s sister’s pussy driving her a little wild; bucking into his face told him he was doing a fine job.
	In the hallway and Richie was naked jacking off.

*

Open season
	“Did something crawl up your ass and die?”
	“It didn’t die.”

	As far as desires go—he had a few.  College was not one of them.  Getting laid on a daily basis—that was daily desire.  To have his own car—check.  To have a house party, no parents allowed—that was a big desire.  And to have his sister Joanie be the center of attention.  Potsie thoroughly enjoyed sinking his bone into her (as did Richie).  Another pal of Richie’s, Ralph, had similar desires.
	Trying to finger out what exactly it was about Joanie and Richie’s desire to fuck her silly brains out he couldn’t rationalize.  Was it because she was his sister?  Or was it because she was twelve?  True, there were plenty of girls at his country high school, farm girls, he would very much like to see sitting on his cock, his face, his bed.
	There, too, were girls far younger that tantalized him.
	Joanie was making money hand-over-fist; and Richie was breaking about even.  His buddies, Warren “Pot Head” and Ralph the Mouth (the Jokester) though wanted to fuck girls their age paid handsomely to just “get some.”  Being Richie’s sister made it creepy, being she was twelve—not so much.  Pussy was pussy, no matter what the age.
	No matter what the age.
	Richie didn’t know if he had qualms about that train of thought but it was pause for concern.  How young was too young?  Twelve?  Joanie was twelve.  She was geeky, dorky, childish, but not bad once she was naked with her legs spread.  Tiffany Zamwhatabam was a cute girl Richie knew—a neighborhood girl who had a really nice smile, out going girl, and he had seen her in a bathing suit.
	She was ten.
	If the opportunity arose—would he?  Would he fuck her?
	Stella Noway was a nice girl, younger, lovely hair, tall girl, and gave him a hug at church for no reason.  Afterwards, during a lunch at the church she sat by him—and farted.  She was in a nice church dress, and though there was a lot of noise about them he heard her rip one.  No biggie, Joanie cut the cheese a lot around him, too.  But his thoughts turned to the Dark Side; he wanted to see her naked right then and there, on the table, on his plate!
	Oh how his cock ached!
	Oh how his thoughts were wicked—wicked!
	Thoughts were one thing—action another.
	After a double fuck with Joanie—where Richie and Potsie double fucked Joanie, Richie found himself at the county’s farmer’s market.  He was there to meet Ralph but Ralph was a no-show.  Tourists mostly were at the market; so where deputy sheriff officers, state troopers, undercover agents of various state, federal, and “other” law enforcers.
	Signs were posted:  STAY OUT OF THE WOODS
	It just wasn’t safe—recent accounts from local farmers, wandering teenagers seeking that right place to be unseen, unclothed, and that ultimate unlow (think about it) had it that there was some creepy creature (creatures) making the woods not such a nice place to traipse in.  Just what the “creature” was remained to be seen.  People who had encountered the creature referred it to as a big pink Bigfoot.
	There were many skeptics.
	Fucking Joanie; that was becoming almost a daily thing.  Fingering her pussy, squeezing her ass, rubbing his cock all over her ass while they shared the same bathroom AND while the parental units were up and about!  Joanie seemed to enjoy giving head; she liked to suck and suck and suck then squeeze the cock in her face; whether it be Richie’s, Potsie’s, or recently included, Ralph the Mouth.
	The goofy geeky girl liked to watch the spunk shoot out of the boys’ piss slits (and onto her face.)  She liked the boys to lick her pussy out—followed by fucking her brains out.  Up the ass was “ok” but not her favorite.  She sort of kind of liked to be spanked.  Mostly she liked to be on her knees (good girl!) and have the boys cum on her—all the while she frigged herself, fondled their balls, whatever.
	Richie still wrestled with what was the lure—his biological connection with his sister or her age?  There were plenty of girls his age he liked (and they liked him back) but few were in the category of like-like.  If given the chance, yeah, he’d fuck the ever living snot out of them—mouth, pussy, asshole.  And—AND it didn’t overly matter if the girl WAS his age or his sister’s age.
	What about younger?
	Younger?  How young?
	Ten?  Was ten years young too young?
	Kinda.  Sure, girls that age were pretty, cute, and even fucable.  But they were off-limits.  It wasn’t just that they were illegal to sink one’s bone into their sex but it was a moral thing.  (but boning one’s own sister was different…)
	As he hung around the far end of the Market waiting for a tardy Ralph he spotted a girl he didn’t know.  He was new to the country town and didn’t know everyone; but at the high school he had seen most of the teen girls there.  This one he didn’t know.  She was pretty—very.  Reddish brown hair that was long; heavy bangs, small face that was long (high cheek bones), and a nice-nice ass!
	A set of nice titties, too!
	She wore a burgundy short-sleeved top and simple not-too-tight jeans with reddish tennis shoes.  She had a nice smile and it made Richie hard.
	“Hi!” Richie said in a goofy introduction, “I’m nice to meet you!”
	The girl giggled at his faux pas.
	“Jenna.” she said offering her hand.
	When a goofy (and embarrassed) Richie shook her hand he got a whiff of her perfume.  He had never smelled it before and it made his balls tingle.  A bit o’ seepage of seminal fluid soiled his undies, too!
	The girl fondled some fruit; a very juicy plum and let the juice run down her chin.  Richie was cumming off in his tidy whiteys.  The girl then brushed a hand against her breasts and gave Richie an alluring look.  The boy was virtually melting.  She then fingered herself.  She did!
	“You want to go somewhere—private?” she asked.

	Richie couldn’t breathe.  He nodded.  This never happened—not to him anyways.  The girl took his hand and they went into the woods.  (insert ominous base violin/cello music here.)  da-dum-da-dum-dum-dum don’t go in the basement of a spooky house (or any house) at night and don’t go into the woods with a willing girl!
	Point being—
	Such a strong scent!  It made Richie all kinds of giddy.  All kinds.  The girl led him out into the woods—out of view of the Farmer’s Market.  Then, behind a very large boulder she pulled off her burgundy top.  No bra.  Richie definitely couldn’t breathe.  Down came her jeans and—no panties!
	Speechless was Richie.
	Jenna then came onto him—literally, pressing her naked body against his running her hands all over him.  All over.  A mesmerized Richie was virtual putty in the girl’s hands.  Latching onto his hard cock still encased inside his clothes cinched the deal.  Then the naked nymph undone his pants, pushed them down (taking his tidy whiteys along, too) then began seriously playing with his dick!
	She could have asked him to kill and he would have done it.
	Cupping his balls she had him totally.
	Sucking his dick and he pledged his love (and soul) to her.
	The reddish brown haired sixteen year old was marvelous in her cock sucking duty—much-much better than Joanie!  The girl had talent—her tongue rolled about his super sensitive crown, diddled into the piss slit that was already soaked with pre-cum, then down the shaft to his balls.
	As she sucked his cock wholly in her mouth he blasted a hot sticky ooze.
	The relief caused him to flutter—all over!
	It was then during this fluttering he noticed something—strange.  From the back of the girl’s reddish brown hair was something that shimmered.  A long line like a fishing line or something.  It bounced as the girl sucked his dick and went off into the woods into some bushes.  The girl latched onto his cock harder sucking the very life out of him causing him to shudder and go very muchly catatonic.
	As the flow of orgasm diminished he noticed that the “string” from Jenna’s head was no longer there.  Or no longer seen.  Richie guessed he had imagined it.  (yeah, go with that.)
	Jenna stood up; she said something that was garbled but Richie didn’t care.  Pressing her body against him she continued to manipulate his cock taking it and rubbing it against her fiery red poon.  She could do anything she wanted to him.
	Suddenly, voices!
	“Daddy,” said a wee voice, “over here.”
	Richie froze and felt his cum splashing onto Jenna’s body.
	Gripping the rock as if it would give him chameleon powers he braced and saw a sweet six year old blond haired girl scrounging the forest floor for leaves.  She looked up and saw Richie—and just Richie.  Jenna was gone.
	The little girl didn’t scream but her eyes were wide and she was on the verge.  A man came up behind the little girl and he stared vehemently at Richie.  Quickly and he shielded his daughter’s eyes.
	“If you’re gonna piss in the woods do it somewhere else!” yelled the man guiding his daughter away, “Freaking pervert!”
	Richie looked around in some desperation for Jenna.
	Pulling up his pants and undies the disgruntled boy walked around calling for her name becoming highly confused.  Then, just before “WTF” he saw another girl; younger than Jenna and just as pretty.  She was alone.  She waved to Richie and grinned big; there seemed to be no upset about Richie being nude.
	“Wanna play with me?” she said innocently enough.
	‘This isn’t happening.’ Richie said to himself.  The girl giggled and turned quickly dashing off into the brush.  As Richie stood perplexed, confused, and befuddled, over the bushes came a pair of pants.
	The girl’s pants!
	“What the—”
	The girl’s purple top came next followed by her panties.
	After a couple of long minutes the stunned boy walked nakedly the few feet to the bushy brush.  He came up to the girl’s cast off clothing; he snickered and plucked up the basic white panties, sniffed the crotch, then walked around the end of the bush line and there was the girl sitting naked on a log.
	“Will you play with me?” she asked.
	And how!
	Richie, all embarrassed, found himself stroking his cock and assuming the naked waif to be about ten years young.  Very red hair, flaming hair; and lots of it!  The flaming hair was super shiny and super thick; it curled down her shoulders and gave Richie all the more reason to live.
	“What do you want to play?” Richie asked.  He was unable to stop grinning—as he was unable to stop blatantly masturbating.
	The little girl said nothing but opened her legs giving Richie a brief view of her goodie.  She was hairless, flat chested, and naked!  And as Richie stood jerking off naked his ownself no more than a hundred yards behind the on-going Farmer’s Market, the naked child came to him ogling his erection.
	“Can I play with it?” she asked.
	Richie blushed and felt the strangest feeling inside him.
	The little girl began playing with his flute, masturbating him and teasing him by flicking her tongue out to his cum smeared cock head.
	The explosion from his dick was quick.  The release was sweet and made his toes curl.  And then, once more, as his eyes fluttered as his cock ejaculated, he saw what he thought he saw on Jenna—a fishing line or something coming from the back of “Becky Sue’s” head.  The line shimmered in the noonday sun and glinted into Richie’s eyes.
	As he struggled to maintain himself and concentrate on the “line” the little girl stopped slurping on his cock and laid down spreading her legs.  The invite was there and not refused.  As his cock entered the girl’s virgin cunny he thought he heard voices.  Not “talking” voices, either.  Screaming?
	“RICHIE!”
	Just as Richie was IN Becky Sue he thought for sure he heard a voice that sounded like Ralph’s calling his name like as if in a panic.  But the pleasure of fucking overshadowed the panic and Richie got busy.
	Becky Sue closed her pretty blue eyes; grunted, groaned, gripped his arms and enjoyed the fuck.  Richie for sure enjoyed it; the girl was very white, average ten year old girl, naked, willing, and had a fantastic pussy!  He pumped and pumped and felt himself cumming off DEEP within the girl.
	He never realized that he was moving.
	Achieving orgasm seemed to be an event.  He felt himself cumming to the brink but seemed unable to bring it off.  He arched his back and struggled to pound Becky Sue’s pussy with much vigor.  Then, just as he felt juts of his love cream squirting he made a discovery—all was not right in the woods.
	No longer were there bushes surrounding him buy large pines and cedars.
	Huge towering boulders, too.
	And there was Ralph!
	And Potsie!
	And some other guys—all naked.
	All naked and being sodomized by some huge butt ugly slug-like creatures!
	WTF!?
	Jenna was there, too, and other girls of various ages.  Naked.  Jenna stood much like a zombie; listless.  There was a fishing line from the back of her head to one of the butt ugly slugs.  A lure!  Like an anglerfish.  The other girls had similar adornments.  Becky Sue was suddenly jerked from being underneath Richie.
	“Run, Richie, RUN!” cried out Ralph.
	Richie failed to comply in time; a slug-like alien creature spat out some sort of icky goo snagging the naked teenager bringing him in then wrestling him easily into the all-fours position.  Potsie was screaming as he was sodomized but his words couldn’t be heard.  He was sweating profusely with his dazzling blue eyes bulging out of their sockets.

	Ryan was here, too; as was Alden and Nolan—Principal Krappsalott.
	All had been “lured” into the woods and all were being fervently sodomized.
	Ryan had already given “birth”; passing a massive alien egg in a toilet.  This was his second time to receive alien sperm up the ass and then a few days later “deliver” an alien egg.  Richie virtually lost his mind as the alien slug fucked him.  Locking eyes on Jenna and Becky Sue helped some.  The presence of the “foreign” object pounding his asshole was intense.  It was like trying to pass a massive turd after a night of consuming huge quantities of hot wings and Mexican food.
	“Richie!” gasped Ralph.
	Potsie collapsed to the ground; the alien-slug fucking him had finished.
	Ryan shook his head, winced as his butt fucking alien seed depositing sodomizer shoved his pickle-like cucumber-like cock up his ass a little further deliver the “seed” to be nestled nicely against the interior wall of his turd chute.  He, too, dropped to the ground to eventually curl up into a fetal position.
	Many minutes later and he (Ryan) began crawling but the alien slug squished his hand “No—gleep!—you stay here—mleep!”
	All the “mothers-to-be” were not allowed to leave the area until they had “delivered.”
	Then, as it weren’t enough to be butt fucked by an alien slug,
	Alden managed to sit up; his head was throbbing—his asshole was on fire.  As he made his attempt at crawling away—suddenly and there was a huge 8-foot pink Bigfoot before him.
	“Gronk!” said the creature and out from its funky mangy pink fur came what could only be described as a “cock.”  The creature put his hand to the back of Alden’s head guiding him into position.  Alden tried to thrash his head and refuse but the creature’s hand was powerful and began crushing Alden’s head.
	Richie vomited as he watched the young man sucking the monstrous cock.
	Potsie lay quivering on the ground crying with smoldering fumes emitting from his asshole.  The gang of alien slugs were mumbling amongst themselves; nothing could be ascertained but the odd accent they had “gleep!” “mleep!” and “zleep!”

*

Almost-almost home
	This Rd. t-boned into That Rd.  Cray was almost home; That Rd. was a dirt road dissecting most of the county and ran from the Far Valley of Hills to the country road, Country Road.  From there he could easily get his bearings and make for home.  Again.
	Along the way…
	Robert James had a problem; two problems…  three, Robert James had four problems.  His dad was pissed off at him because of his work ethic—he didn’t have either one (work or ethic.)  His mom was pissed at him (because his dad was pissed at him.)  His latest attempt at being an inventor—blew up in his face.  And his attempt at entering the air force fizzled—he needed his parents’ permission and he had something wrong with his feet and vision.  That venture would not have been known had it not been for his Aunt Kora who not only saw Robert at the air force recruiting station (located conveniently at the local air force base) but worked there, too.  She tattled—er, made mention, to Robert’s dad who got enraged about his son’s behind-the-back venture.
	This only made Robert James pissed off at his aunt—who was only his aunt by marriage to his dad’s cousin.  She was tall, fastidious, a refined woman who spoke Japanese and French.  She was not—NOT a country girl and her feathers were well ruffled at the circumstances placing therein.
	So pissed was Robert James’ dad that he DID sign off for his son to prematurely join the air force—a year earlier than he should.  The boy wouldn’t officially enter that particular branch of service until he was officially 18yrs. young but he could attend classes, tour the base, get his hands and feet wet so to speak.  By signing, the boy was “committed” for a period of some years.  He still had high school to complete!
	On the steps of their home did Robert’s dad confront him (angrily) about his behind-the-back venture of which as Kora was standing right there did Robert have no choice but to admit to the behind-the-back attempt at exiting high school and the family home early.
	Robert James seldom himself got pissed off but he did then and there and knew Kora had ratted him out.  He bitched at her and she took offense.  Robert’s dad did also but held back beating the boy with Kora standing right there.  In a rage, though, he signed the papers releasing the boy from high school and family duties.
	Moot point; Robert failed to tell him that the air force wouldn’t fully accept him due to his physical failure.  Kora left in a huff, Robert’s dad stomped off the porch making his way to the family business—a wood processing mill Robert James was supposed to be a part of.
	Robert James sulked and vented and was in a spot—how could he now tell his dad that the air force wouldn’t overly take him in?  After all that ruckus on the porch?  Somehow he would have to re-try to convince the recruiter to let him in in whatever capacity available.  There were other options; a civilian placement was one.
	In his own huff the 17 year old struck off to the air base to plead his case.
	Along the way…
	The car alongside the road was familiar; so was the tall woman standing beside kicking a flat tire.  At first and Robert James “just drove by.”  But he stopped and backed up obliging himself to help.
	As he fiddled with changing the flat tire, Cousin Kora stood by fidgeting.  She was upset and tried to make amends.
	“RJ, I-I’m terribly sorry for causing strife between you and your father.”
	“It’s ok, Kora.” He shrugged it off, ‘You interfering cunt-whore-bitch.’
	“I-I wish there was a way to make it up to you.”
	‘You could bend over and I could ram this tire iron up your ass.’
	With a sigh the woman reached into the backseat of her prime 1939 era car retrieving her clutch purse.  Now, James Robert wasn’t known for tendencies normally associated with psychopaths.  He was usually calm natured, head in the air (where planes are) and often found ways NOT to be at the family lumber mill business.
	But occasionally this calm natured boy just snapped.
	This was one such occasion.  While Kora was “bent over” and RJ was right there at the left side rear wheel, tire iron in hand, he brought the instrument of many uses down onto the woman’s back.  It was a spur of the moment sort of thing and once done—a little panic in him there be.  Too late to undo and he knew instantly that there was no apology big enough to smooth that act over.
	So he hit her again and when the woman came out freaking out (and in great pain) he did what he had to do—wallop her upside the head.  This action caused her to contort (oddly) and crumble to the ground.
	For a long while he stood looking at her twitch.
	This was bad.
	Tossing the tire iron to the ground he fled to his car.
	No, that was not a good idea.  And realizing it he returned to Kora and dragged her still twitching body into the woods.  And while he did so her tight black knit to-the-knee skirt got caught on limbs and such and was torn.  One such limb refused to give and ripped the skirt good.  Robert tugged and hauled the woman over a log where she crumbled up again in such a manner as to reveal her panties.
	RJ stood mildly curious—slightly intrigued—a lot interested.
	In a quick move he shucked his jeans and undies, grabbed Kora’s panties and yanked them off, spread her legs, and “got busy.”  Kora grunted, drooled, made odd noises, and continued to twitch.  There was a significant amount of blood “upside” her head.  She was about 6’1” tall, slender build, 36C size titties.  RJ wasn’t interested in her titties—not yet.  He concentrated on fucking her.
	She wasn’t “tight” or even “snug”, but she had a decent fuckable pussy just the same—and RJ fucked it.  And how!
	As he fucked he thought he heard a noise.
	His concentration kept him going delivering a copious amount of love cream into her womanly pussy.  She was his first “woman” fuck.  Not bad; her pussy could have been a little more tighter but he was pleased anyways.  Pulling out and he humped her furry cunt; he was drenched in sweat and soon was intrigued by those 36C size titties so he worked her dress top outfit up and out of the way followed by uplifting her bra.
	Nice!  Nice-nice titties; round, globe-like, familiar like cantaloupes!
	After much mawing of the twin globes he moved to straddle her chest and get busy with the titty fucking of her.  He doubted that she had ever had a titty fuck.  Bringing her continuing twitching head up he made her suck his cum soaked cock.  “Taste your pussy, bitch!” he said aloud.
	There was doubt, too, that she had ever been butt fucked.  A bit of wrestling got her into position—on her hands and knees.  Well, knees anyways.  Her hands and arms were awkwardly positioned underneath her as her head was flat sideways on the forestry ground.  Robert James admired the lily white ass; then moved up and inserted his cock.
	He was delighted to no end to find THAT hole was tight.  Quickly he began to pump with much vim, slapping her ass and driving his country bone into her dramatically with firm determination.
	Then there was a horrendous smell.
	In the country one had to get used to the various smells; animals, animal shit, wild weeds, wild animals, more animal shit, farmers burning shit, and so on.  The smell that wafted into Robert James’ nose was more offensive than any of those previously mentioned smells.  It was a gagging odor that would knock a fly off the shit wagon.
	“AGH!” coughed RJ, “What fucking died!” a common term.
	And just as he was cumming off in Kora’s cornhole, the “smell” came up from behind him, grabbed him with slimy tentacles, and dragged him off into the woods where HE was cornholed!  He was never seen again.  Well, not for quite some time.  (more on that later.)

Hi, Cray!
	Crayon Blue Hurricane finally (finally!) stumbled home.  His mind was wrecked (not wracked but wrecked) with 2-days events.  The things he had seen, witnessed, participated—oh!  Then there was the business of “what to tell the wife?”  ‘Oh, uh, well, you see honey, I-I got a little lost from the Farmer’s Market, and then—then—there were these moonshiners, no—aliens, right—yes, ALIENS who—why are you shaking your head and what are you going to do with that baseball bat?’
	Passing the bathroom he paused—he soooo wanted to take a long-long-long hot shower.  But it would be too convenient; his blood would drain down the drain hole (this after his wife would come in on him and bludgeon him with the baseball bat!)
	He found his wife and daughter, though, in bed.  Together.  Naked!
	It was mid-afternoon.  A light breeze was blowing the curtains at the window; wild weeds fragranted the air and all seemed serene.  Cray slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y slid into bed trying to make it like he had been there all along.  As soon as he was snuggled up against his naked daughter, Misty, his wife’s eyes opened.
	“Have a nice time?” she asked in a whisper.
	“Got a little sidetracked.” he whispered back.
	“I bet.” she snorted back.
	Misty remained sound to sleep.
	Cray adored his wife—and how!  Her hair, her eyes, her everything.  She was styled just right.  A Midwestern gal, from some corn producing state.  She truly was remarkable.  And he was only mildly curious about the fact that she and Misty were naked in bed—together.
	And why did Misty smell so much like horsey?

*

“Uncle Iyra!  Please don’t leave; I’ll suck your dick!”
	It was supposed to be the weekend where he got to bang his favorite chick, Shandrea.  She was cute, hot, fuckable, wore short-short skirts, taught ice skating, and reminded him of some hot chick of the 70s disco era.  Supposed to be his weekend—the family he lived with were supposed to be “away” for the weekend leaving him private time with Shandrea.
	Didn’t happen.
	Just when Shandrea arrived—so did the family.  Change of plans (for some lame ass reason Irya did know or care to know.)  They were supposed to be gone; and now they weren’t (and he had a hard-on that would knock a brick wall over.)
	Irya K was the brother in-law of Sammy.  Sammy was a widower raising three girls.  Kassie was the oldest at twelve; then there was the lovely Stephanie who had just turned eight years, and the youngest was a mere five years, Miranda.
	Some time after the interruption; and Shandrea departed, Iyra sat somewhat dejected on his bed—naked and masturbating.  He had a hard-on that wouldn’t quit!  Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
	Knock!  Knock!
	And the door opened.
	It was Kassie.
	“Come in!!” Iyra said off-handedly.  He was still a little miffed.
	Then there’s that being naked and caught jerking off thing.
	Right behind her was Sam.  Unashamed, Iyra careened his head around the barging father/daughter, “Anyone else?”
	“Sorry, Iyra,” said Sam with a huge smile, “Kassie wanted to see you.”
	“Well,” he said with a slightly disgruntled grin, “here I am!”
	He had shielded his actions as Kassie and Sam barged in but as they stood there—fuck it, he opened his legs and let them have a gawk.  Kassie blushed.
	“I’m confused.” Iyra stated.
	“Yes I am!” grinned a beaming Sam.
	Iyra cocked his head and conveyed “What the FUCK is going on?”
	“Well,” said a continuing beaming Sam, “you know how we were as kids,”
	And Iyra nodded fondly remembering those days not so long ago.
	“Well,” continued Sam, “that’s how we (me) are now!”
	As kids, Iyra and Sam were quite the naughty pair—especially with Sam’s sister, Karen.  Karen was 2yrs younger than Sam—and even before then he and she were “messing” around.  There’s touchy-feely and exploring among siblings—Sam and Karen went the extra step beyond that.  Oral, anal, and full on fucking.
	Enter Iyra, a new kid on the block who shined to Karen.
	And other than Karen, Sam was messing with some other girls of the neighborhood and soon Iyra was brought in and a fast friendship came to be.  Iyra eventually married Sam’s sister.  Sam went on to college, got married, had kids.  Iyra and Karen went traveling the country and other countries.  It was a tragedy of her passing away; it caused Iyra to “disappear” for a while.  When he resurfaced he came to Sam and was re-welcomed.  It had been a “few years” but nothing had changed.
	“She doesn’t want you to leave,” Sam said seriously, “and neither do I.”
	Sam then “nudged” Kassie who, still blushing, stepped forward, said,
	“I’ll suck you off!”
	Sam, standing proudly behind him nodded his head, smiled bigger than ever, and nudged his daughter once more.  Kassie pulled off her long sleeved pullover sweat shirt.  No bra.  She was twelve so there was just the beginning “beginner’s” titties to look at.  Lovely blond haired girl, fluffy hair that hung down to just about her beginner’s titties.  Blue-blue eyes, chubby “baby cheeks” and apparently willing to do ANYTHING to keep her favorite (and only) uncle from leaving.
	Then,
	Down came the matching powder blue sweat pants.
	No panties!  Naked!  Iyra’s cock got harder; hotter.  He stared at the naked pre-teen and smiled; it had been a long time—a damn long time since last he had seen a naked girl.
	And other than Sam’s sister, Karen; there was Anna Barnburner.  Oh she was—odd looking.  Very skinny, pale white, flaming red hair, small eyes, small teeth, flat chested and “hairless.”  Of course, she was just seven years young, too.  Sam and Iyra at the time were twelve and eleven.  Anna was new to the area and having no fear traipsed about the neighborhood checking it out.
	After encountering the neighborhood bully boy and girl, Anna B knew where to stay away from and made for the neighborhood park.  The youngster then encountered our heroes.  The boys were cordial; friendly, amusing, playful.  They showed her where the bathrooms were, the better drinking fountains, the pond where the ducks and froggies were, and where the better places in the park were ok to be in—and where they were not.
	“Some of the big kids are jerks.” quipped Sam.
	“Yeah,” added Iyra, “best stay clear of them.”
	“Good to know.”
	The boys then took her (astray) to one side of the park where across a small semi paved road were some old dilapidated houses deemed “unsafe” and “haunted”.
	“Are they really haunted?” squeezed out a naïve Anna.
	“Yeah,” said Iyra, “best stay clear of them, too.”
	“Good to know.”
	The boys then led the young girl to the mines.
	At the end of the used-to-be-paved-but-now-mostly-dirt road where thru the rickety questionable fence, around some big assed rocks, there were some rolling hills were One Upon a Time there were silver, gold, and copper to be mined within.  That was then—and after so long a time the silver, gold, and copper were depleted leaving big assed big holes in the ground and in the hillsides.  Most were boarded up with No Trespassing signs plastered all over the entrances.
	Most.
	And even the ones that were—there were ways in.  Determined explorers knew how to get in boarded up don’t-go-in-there places.  Sam and Iyra guided the naïve Anna into one such mine where after she got a sniff of some potent stinky fumes from within she promptly passed out.
	The boys then dragged her out then carried her to their fort.  The area was rugged; not a lot of vegetation, some trees, but mostly flat ground being almost desert-like.  The rolling hills were prominent with a railroad running thru the middle.  It was at the railroad bridge that spanned a small dry river that the boys had their “fort.”  It wasn’t more than a cave but it was a fort nonetheless.

	Inside were old lanterns, picks, axes, wooden boxes, tin sheets, old pot bellied stoves, and so on.  The cave was small but the boys could stand up within.  There was a door—a makeshift door made of wood and galvanized tin sheets.  They kept it open for light.
	Once inside the cave fort the boys wasted no time in stripping Anna down.
	Shoes first, then her pants.  They weren’t too interested in her shirt; her top half wasn’t as interesting as her bottom half.  Pussy!  She was seven so there was nothing too spectacular about the girl’s slit.  The boys, though, shed their clothing and then closely scrutinized her goodie.
	Iyra went down on the girl first, licking her pussy with great intent; Sam, meanwhile, fucked the girl’s face.  He humped her nose, mouth, side of her face, and then went into her mouth working her head back and forth.  Iyra moved up placing his cock against her forcing his rigid member into her deflowering her.
	While Iyra fucked the hapless unconscious girl, Sam sat on his knees masturbating—and admiring Iyra’s ass.  As he did so he felt compelled by some unnatural forces to smooth his hand on his new friend’s ass.  Iyra shot him a look but let it go.  Sam found some sort of excitement in caressing Iyra’s smooth very tan non-lily white ass.  A new passion erupted in him.
	When Iyra got his rocks off in dramatic fashion he made such an announcement “HOLY FUCKING APE SHIT!” and blasted a massive gob of cum up into the seven year old’s pussy.  He wasn’t amused, however, by the blood coating his cock.
	“What the fuck!?” he bitched.  Using Anna’s panties he wiped his cock clean relieved to discover that HIS cock wasn’t bleeding and the blood was from Anna’s pussy.
	Sam took his turn not carrying about sloppy seconds.  Besides, Anna’s pussy was still very snug and tight and cock pleasing just the same.  The little girl was mindless and still suffering from the effects of mine gas.  Sam fucked her with an earnest passion achieving that ultimate goal in under two minutes.  When he pulled out his sperm shot out of his dick splashing onto sitting-too-close Iyra.  Who freaked out—
	“Whoa!  Fucking sick!”
	Regardless, some time later when they were home alone at Sam’s home, the two stood naked in the bathroom masturbating one another jerking the other’s pud off getting sperm splashings on their tight bellies and dangling ball sacs.  They were not “gay” but merely experimenting.  That was alright and understandable; there was no passion in what they were doing—well, that was a technicality actually.  They were passionate about getting each other off; there was no love involved.  Just sex.

	They also “experimented” with oral and anal.  Just experimenting.
	Tasting each other’s cock was—odd.  To describe it—they couldn’t.  And it wasn’t as appalling as they thought it would be.  They dared each other to do the deed and it was Sam who went to his knees and partook of Iyra’s cock.  He sucked and sucked and masturbated Iyra’s cock and sucked some more.  Luckily, point of perspective, Iyra had already cum—previously whilst standing buck naked in the bathroom jerking off and being jerked off.  He had cum a hellacious wad onto Sam’s belly then emptied his tool onto Sam’s balls.  Earlier that day at his own home he had jerked off into his mom’s panties, another girl’s panties and then Sam sister’s undies, too.  So, by the time Sam was sucking him there was no “off.”
	Sam, however, had only jerked off once prior to Iyra’s arrival—so when Iyra was suck-suck-sucking him he squirted a healthy load of spunk straight off into the boy’s mouth.  Iyra was grossed out by the emission but fervently sucked his friend’s prick getting all the cum out that he could.  But he wasn’t gay.
	They also did anal.  Lubing up with a generous lube of petroleum jelly made the task easier.  They were just curious about what the big deal was about butt fucking.  Both boys found the task weird and bizarre.  But there was relief in such an engagement.  Iyra sodomized Sam in the most non-loving way with much vigor and vim finally unloading a massive gob of cum five inches up into Sam’s shitter.
	For Iyra’s turn—or Sam’s (depending on perspective) Iyra lay out on the bathroom floor on the towels thrown askew there.  Then, with his legs pulled back he smiled and Sam greedily reamed his friend’s hole.
	That was their one and only “gay” experience.  Just the one time was enough for them.  They set their sexual urges on girls thereafter and only girls (because they weren’t gay.)

	Julianna Notitshavei was a black girl and a target for the horndogs Sam and Iyra.  She was tall, black, nice afro, wore multiple colorful ribbons in that nice afro, funky jeans with colorful patches, was cheerleader material, and was incredibly friendly.  She was friendly enough that one day she walked with the boys from school asking if they smoked pot.
	“Do you guys smoke pot?” she asked nonchalantly.
	“Is the Pope Catholic?” chided Sam trying to be funny.
	“Yeah,” said a more serious Iyra, “we kinda do.”
	So did Julianna.  And at her home—with parental units at work, they smoked pot in her room.  She was a hip girl, thirteen, and totally cool.  After discussing rock bands and the various rock band posters in her room, how lame parents were, how uncool parents were, the trio was well stoned and quite high.

	Well, one of them was such—Julianna specifically.  Sam and Iyra had smoked just one joint while Julianna had done two full joints and down a couple shots of her dad’s whiskey.  Suddenly, and the girl promptly passed the fuck out!  Sam and Iyra wasted no time and getting her naked.  Then themselves.  They did spent a moment ogling the black beauty, she was thirteen and had very small breasts.  The boys didn’t care, that wasn’t the part they were interested in.
	And for thirteen, Julianna had very few pubes.
	The boy weren’t interested in that aspect, either.
	Spreading her fine long legs the boys engaged licking her pussy AT THE SAME TIME!  She was a fine girl—all over.  Her panties were bikini style, lime green, and were amazing snugged to her body (before being pulled off.)  After much licking it was Sam who glided his cock up and down the girl’s fuckable fucked cunt.  She was no virgin.  He entered her and there was a bit of reaction from her but she remained steadfastly unconscious.  It wouldn’t have mattered much to Sam and/or Iyra.  The deed was in progress and no interruption would be tolerated.
	Iyra smoked another joint while Sam boned Julianna.  The girl was something, really-really something.  She’d been better had she been awake and fuck back.  But neither Sam or Iyra cared.  Sam got his rocks off, loved on the unconscious girl a little more, then smoked a joint himself while Iyra took his turn.
	When all done, the boys wiped the girl’s pussy down, smoked another joint, took a shower (together) then left.  Julianna was pretty sure nothing happened; but then she came up pregnant.  Who was actually responsible was unknown; Sam and Iyra weren’t the only boys she entertained in her room…

	And so it came to be that thru their school years, junior high and high school specifically; the summers and lag time between semesters, the boys the boys participated in other wise questionable morals.  Such as when they waylaid junior high school schoolmate Morgan Kristy—and family!
	At the time, Electronic Mind Altering Devices were not in circulation; the boys used something else to get their way.  Morgan Kristy they knew sorta kinda; they didn’t share a class with her but she was in their potential graduating class.  So that counts.  
	Morgan Kristy was friendly, school softball pitcher, a bit of a tomboy—she wore dress outfits only on special occasions, and Sam had heard her fart while standing in the lunch line.  Made his day.
	At their junior high there were many-many girls tantalizing the boys.
	They made up a criteria for girls they liked above others.  Then a list of girls who were likely to socialize with them.  Then another list of girls that were more likely to be willing to be “alone” with them.
	That list was a short one.
	So the boys chose girls at random.
	Morgan was on the Random list.  The boys came to her house under the guise of helping her with a school project.  Present at the house was her mother and very cute 6yr old step-sister.  No matter, Sam and Iyra had enough bottled mine gas to go around.
	Mine gas?
	The boys had discovered (with Anna) that the gas had a mind boggling effect with only minor side effects after.  The boys were careful to wear surgical masks and swimmer’s goggles before releasing the bottled miner’s gas.  The surgical mask was affixed with a charcoal filter, too.
	First to get a whiff was the main target, Morgan.  Her mother in the kitchen was zonked nextly with little Coreen in the laundry room.  After Coreen went down in a clump, a twitch, and a pee of her pants, the boys were in conundrum as Who To Do First?
	Morgan.  Well, that was Iyra’s choice.  Sam lingered in the laundry room.
	In the kitchen lay on the floor Morgan and her mother, Elyse.
	Iyra shucked his pants straightaway and then tugged off Morgan’s pants, panties, and then her shirt and bra.  She was thirteen, a virgin, nice trim body and so very fuckable.  Licking out her pussy he was delighted to taste a slight hint of pee.  She had a nice covering of pubes that was soft and light.  He dabbled on her cunny for some time before his cock ushered him to complete the foul deed.
	As he made entry into the girl’s virgin cunny her mother laying on the other side of the kitchen table twitched.  Iyra entered Morgan fully and got busy with the fucking.  There was very little blood on his cock from busting the girl’s hymen.  He fucked with much tenacity sending him in an orgasmic frenzy giving him incredible feelings much like a drug would.
	Sam came out just as Iyra was pulling out.  He was naked and cum was dripping from his dick.	
	“Dude!” smirked Iyra.  “You did her?”
	Sam didn’t answer but went on to strip Morgan’s mother’s clothes off.
	“You scumbag!” chortled Iyra.  He rested a minute, flopped his cock, then scooted to the laundry room where he found little Coreen naked and freshly fucked.  Better believe he took his turn.  He was gentle but determined.  The little tyke grunted as she was fucked; Iyra caressed her butt as he drove his teenage cock into her.  He sought strongly to cum in her and finally did so after a great effort.
	When done, the boys showered (together) then sat about drinking the beer in the fridge, smoking a joint, and watching as the miner’s gas ate away at Morgan and Elyse.  It was an unfortunate happenstance—one that baffled investigators.  How had such a potent mind destroying gas seep into the Kristy home?

*

I’m a scumbag, you’re a scumbag, we’re ALL scumbags!
(wouldn’t you like to be a scumbag, too?)
	To say the least and Iyra was marveled that his niece was willing to “suck his dick.” It had been a few years since he went on his whirlwind ways; striking out across the country on his motorcycle—until his wallet grew dry and he had to get some work.  That put him clear across the country for years.  Meanwhile, scumbag friend Sam had gotten himself a family.
	From time to time and Iyra came to visit and Kassie adored him.  He had charm, uniqueness, a devil-may-care persona.  He took her for a ride on his motorcycle, let her smoke a joint with him in some far off remote canyon when she was nigh but ten years old!
	Now, at twelve, she was very well smitten with him—and didn’t want him to leave.  Work was not so good where Iyra had settled when his wallet went dry.  So, once the wallet was better he returned to Sam and moved in.  He liked the living conditions but after a time—well, life in the house began to annoy him.  The time spent away from Sam and being on his own his scumbag side had subsided.  His lust was for girls his age, slightly younger, and one somewhat older.  All were fun, legal, and most of all—fun!
	Then Kassie uttered those infamous words “I’ll suck your dick!”
	Just like that!
	And he was naked when she said it!
	(so was she!)

	Sam was all shit-eating-smiles as he watched his naked twelve year old daughter suck off Iyra.  As the man (Iyra) leaned back with his cock in the twelve year old’s mouth he conveyed a question to the girl’s father, ‘you get any?’ meaning “any” from Kassie.
	Still smiling, Sam nodded.
	Iyra shuddered as waves of orgasmic delight overwhelmed him.
	Kassie was good; sloppy, but good.
	And naked!
	Iyra thoroughly loved naked girls—ten, twelve, thirteen, whatever age.
	After some gracious sucking, Kassie stood up.  She was all smiles, too.  And naked!  Iyra’s cock hadn’t exploded its pent up juices; not yet.  The naked twelve year old came onto his lap and settled squashing his beef stick.  

	Sam stripped off his clothes and stood just behind his naked cocksucking daughter and masturbated.  Kassie raised herself up and guided her uncle’s cock into her sex.  The pent up explosion exploded.  Regardless, the fuck was on.  Iyra’s cock remained hard and Kassie remained delightful.
	When Kassie had well enough satisfied her uncle—she satisfied him again by re-sucking his cock!  A tremendous amount of jiz blew fervently into her sex; the girl squeezed her cunny muscles delivering unto her uncle a most marvelous wave of sexual ah.  Then she pulled up and back to her knees between his knees.  Taking his cum swathed cock she choked it then began sucking it disregarding the mixture of his and her cum juices.
	Sam raised her hips up and guided his aching steaming member into her and began to pump.  Iyra’s mind was in much disarray—even more so when who should appear at the door but eight year old middle daughter/sister, Stephanie.
	Her first reaction was “WOW!” followed by “What the fu—?”
	But then her little round white face illuminated with gushness and giddy.
	She was dressed for bed in light blue/green pajamas.
	Sam pulled out of Kassie’s cum drenched pussy; his cock was incredibly hard and spurting spunk.  He turned right to Stephanie’s face saying,
	“Why don’t you take your pajamas off?”
	Being typically childish she firstly plastered her hands to her face; she was soooooo cute!  Short super curly blond hair, small beautiful blue eyes, chubby cheeks, gorgeous little girl whom Iyra adored.
	As the kinda of sometimes timid girl began pulling off her pajama top, Iyra sat up more on his elbows conveying “WTF!?” to wit Sam replied,
	“We’re just one big happy (naughty) family!”
	Kassie continued sucking on Iyra’s cock; Sam knelt down and lowered Stephanie’s pajama bottoms.  Iyra’s eyes were all attentive; a hand rummaged thru Kassie’s beautiful golden hair; his cock fully immersed in her mouth.  On his face was pure agony—sexual (deviant) agony.
	Down came the basic white kiddie panties and there she was—naked.
	Naked for all to see, peruse, and enjoy.  And deviant Iyra did just that—plus cum off into his twelve year old niece’s mouth.  The girl choked, gagged, retched, but otherwise excepted the discharge—and still did not seem distressed about the deed or the fact that her dear daddy was naked, too!
	After helping the little girl out of her clothes, daddy Sam hoisted the child up, turned her into him naturally and lightly patted her bare butt.  His cock was raging hard (and dripping cum).  Naked Kassie scooted on her knees to the “offering” and began sucking it (with her uncle’s cum still dripping off her chin!)

	Holding the little girl precariously Sam deposited the child onto Iyra.
	To say the least and Iyra was—enchanted?  Sam stood bemused (his cock was in his twelve year old daughter’s mouth—who wouldn’t be bemused?)  Moving his hands thru his cocksucking daughter’s mouth and he was quite elated.  And as Iyra fondled, fingered, and then began licking out Stephanie, Sam moved to his knees then laid Kassie out on the floor.  He then began licking her out.
	It had been a long time since he had seen a girl naked—little girl.  Related to him or not.  Stephanie giggled (and peed some) on his face.  Iyra didn’t mind.  Engulfing her pussy wholly he drove his tongue into determining her virgin status.  He was too enthralled by the entire incidence to make that determination.  He enjoyed the tonguing; Stephanie did as well.  She giggled, wiggled, peed, and was an incredible delight overall.
	Cum jutted from Iyra’s cock.  His hands were on Stephanie’s ass and hips, his tongue piercing her semi virginal pussy—semi due to the still intact hymen.  But she had been well fingered and gouged by her daddy.
	And speaking of her daddy—
	On the floor amass cast off clothing and daddy Sam was fucking Kassie.

And then…
	Usually one shower sufficed—not this time.  After taking one shower, Iyra Justopileolies sat on the toilet contemplating—er, going over what had just transpired some hours prior.  It was a wow factor he couldn’t wrap his head around.  His thoughts were jumbled, tumbled, and rumpled.  Blowjobs from Kassie and Stephanie followed by screwing Kassie—not once but TWICE!  He also got up her ass while she sucked on her daddy’s cock.  Little Stephanie had fallen asleep—no matter, spreading her legs he gouged her pussy like Sam had done many-many times.  Then, after cumming on her delightful little innocent pussy Kassie licked the cum off her sister’s cunt!
	Two showers were required.
	Then he needed a snack.
	He remained naked—why not?  Walking down the hallway to the stairs he saw Sam’s bedroom door open.  Sam wasn’t within; he was two doors down in five year old Miranda’s room.  The hour was late, just after midnight.  Peeking in and there was Sam, still naked, with his face down between Miranda’s legs.
	A nightlight was on giving just enough light in the room to reveal Sam’s naughty doings.  The child on the bed was asleep.  Didn’t matter; asleep or not, Sam would and did have his way with her.  Iyra stroked his cock but didn’t interrupt.  Then, Sam stood, got on the bed, and it looked like—and it LOOKED LIKE he was going to fuck her.
	Iyra hammered his cock all the harder.
	But Sam didn’t fuck his youngest child; he masturbated.  He did lay his cock against her pussy and hump a good hump; there was some gouging, too.  But mostly he masturbated until cumming.  A mighty grunt and then he was smearing his prick all over his mess.  Little Miranda remained sound to sleep.
	Iyra crept silently away.
	Minutes later and a naked sweaty Sam appeared in the kitchen.
	Iyra was having a snack—Sam already had his…
	“So, uh, can I ask you,” said a curious Iyra, “is there any one too young?”
	Sam paused half a second answering, “Nope!”
	“You scumbag!” he snickered, “Me either!”

*
Geeman
	She was probably too young.
	She WAS too young—but it couldn’t be helped; she was pretty.
	Well, not overly pretty—flaming red hair that was super curly; some freckles, a small pert nose, small face, flat chested (and hairless), and extremely young.  Was there such a thing as “too young” for Geeman?
	No, not really.  Any given opportunity to engage immorally with any girl of any age—of any age—and Geeman would be there.  The Target was approximately seven (but looked a year younger!)  That was a plus in Geeman’s book.  He believed that girls of that tender age were just right for loving.  It was an unnatural desire, illegal, illicit, and highly immoral.  So be it.
	After acquiring her he made his way out of town via this back road, that back road, lost on one road and had to back up to a more familiar road, then on into the back country off-road.
	Along the way he was hard pressed to keep his hands from “touching” her.
	And oh how he wanted to.
	The Subject remained quiet, still, and mindless.  Geeman’s sophisticated EMAD was working well.  Her name was “Anna.”  And it was close to midnight before Geeman finally arrived where he deemed it absolutely perfect (should something go wrong and he had to resort to force and then something worse IF the Subject should awaken from the effects of the mind altering device).
	He was tired—but not THAT tired.
	The Subject had peed, of course—that was a given.  The seat, however, was easily cleaned up being vinyl.  The howl of the nighttime critters was annoying but tolerable.  After his own good pee he moved Anna into the back of the formerly 1950 beer panel truck.  It was fully customed, fully secure.  Low light kept the eyes from squinting but provided just enough light to see.

	Shades of purple were the girl’s favorite colour; lilac short sleeved top, purple britches, lavender ankle socks, and light purple panties.  She was soooo white!  Small frame, nice little butt, nice little smile, small eyes.  Geeman looked her over before slipping off her clothes.  He had asked via the EMAD for her to “undress” but she didn’t follow thru.  Some brains “touched” by an EMAD just didn’t bend that way—they were resistant to the electronic contraption regardless of being overwhelmed initially.
	She almost looked frail—so white, skinny, naked.
	Geeman caressed the girl—all over.  The low light bathed the girl in a low light condition.  Geeman wanted to give her a bath—a cum bath!  Slowly he stripped off his own clothing then took the frail-like girl’s hand having her masturbate him.  It pleased him.  Though she wasn’t actually following thru with commands instructed from Geeman to the EMAD then sent electronically to the girl, once she got the “movement” of circle jerking she continued to follow thru.
	That pleased him, too.
	Fingering the girl’s pussy was also pleasurable—followed by a hug.  A genuine hug, a butt cupping hug, squeezing her ass, touching her asshole, then planting his lips to hers kissing her deeply and very-very passionately.  Anna was oblivious and remained oblivious.  That was ok.  She was warming up (so was Geeman!)
	After much kissing and serious fondling Geeman laid the girl out on a non-vinyl twin size bed.  She had peed herself but Geeman didn’t mind, didn’t care.  He fingered her bald pussy then partook of it—by kissing and licking it.  No reaction from the girl—which was sort of a downer.  Geeman rather liked his Subjects to be a little more lively and not so “zombie.”
	Whatever.
	He licked his fill then mounted.
	No penetration—not yet.  Geeman simply glided his hammering schlong against the girl’s pussy; gliding up and down her slit, peeking inside the very-very virginal lips, then more grinding.  Penetration was optimal and optional, but he was sated enough with grinding.
	Then he lay beside the girl fingering her very muchly in earnest.
	This action DID get reaction from the girl.  Geeman smiled and sperm began to spill from his cock.  Still, though, he held off defiling the child; more kissing with some suckling of her nipples.  This action got his lust fired up and he moved to lay on his backside and bring Anna on top of him.
	More hugging.
	With his hands on her pert little butt his lust factor sored.
	Anna remained oblivious and that was alright—penetration was imminent.

Backlog
	Where to begin?  Bad parenting to start.  Andy “Geeman’s” parents were bad; drug related bad.  They sold and manufactured drugs and when little Andy “got in the way” he got punished—badly.  Wasn’t so bad when he was at home, but then he started going to school and the bruises got the interest of the school officials.  And like little kids do—he blabbed.  It was unintentional to be sure but he parents were livid—and arrested.  Little Andy went into the System; county home for children of similar situations (among others) and eventually farmed out to a foster family.
	It was with one particular family that the young Andy Geeman began his trek into perversion.  He was led by eleven year old Molly.  She was a neat kid; tomboyish, liked to climb trees—but didn’t like climbing down and more than once did her father have to call the fire department.  She was adventurous—hiking out into the nearby foothills exploring far and wide; sneaking home just around super time to get chewed out (and sometimes swatted!)
	Swatting.  Unbeknownst to her father, young Molly LIKED to be spanked.
	She liked it!
	And once young Andy came to reside he was soon brought into the weird wicked world of Molly Anne Kemsheeshooroo.  There were other kids at the house, some were originals while others were like Molly.  Molly and Andy warmed to one another and quickly got into mischief.  Because Andy was new there was some leeway.  Some.
	Swatting—i.e. spanking.  Molly liked it.  And when the timing was right, conditions, and place, Molly posed the ultimate question—‘would you like to spank me?’  By then, Andy had seen the girl’s father “spank” her—not hard, just enough to make a heart stopping sound.  Molly often pushed her father, testing to see how far she could get away with something.  After some time—Andy deduced that the girl most likely was goading her father so as he WOULD spank her.
	One day, when the parental units were at work and the various other siblings scattered somewhere else—Molly and Andy were home alone.  After some playing, running amok in their underwear, sliding in their socks down the wood floor hallway,
	“Would you like to spank me?”
	Molly question took Andy off guard.  Running amok in his underwear with a girl in HER underwear was something—really something!  He had seen the other girls of the house in their undies but as mere glances.  He was curious—damn curious—and seeing Molly in her panties really helped curb some of that curiosity.
	Now she was taking it a step further.
	“Ok.” he said; what else was he gonna say?

	Andy wasn’t quite ready for what Molly had in store.  In her bedroom the young girl firstly “bent over” and had Andy swat her butt.  He liked—a lot!  Molly Anne had an amazing personality.  Her face glowed!  She had an infectious smile, thick rich brown hair, and a delightful laugh.
	One week she would be interested in kites; the next week it was the animals of a pond.  She liked to paint, sing, and engage in burping contests.  She got along with the other siblings of the house, related and not so.  Her father adored her but there were times, as previously stated, she pushed the limits of their relationship.
	Back to the bedroom.
	After three-four good swats to Molly’s butt covered in typical panties, tinted green with flowers all over them, Molly inched the panties down.  Young Andy, ten at the time, had never seen a girl’s bare butt.  His cock instantly surged to life.  A first.  Too stunned to continue spanking the boy stared at his erection poking out his underwear.  Molly giggled saying “I know what that is.”
	Then,
	“Take ‘em off.”
	And while Andy digested what she said she slid her own off.
	Andy had never seen a naked girl—period.
	The boy stood mindless—even more so when Molly rolled his tidy whiteys down herself.  Then, on her knees, she began toying with his “toy.”  Andy liked—a lot!  Molly gently brought the boy to an absolute state of WOW!  She could do anything she wanted to him—he was putty in her hand(s). 
	After some fondling of his balls the girl once more prompted the boy to spank her.
	“Harder!” she demanded.
	Andy let fly his hands as hard as he could until his hands began to sting.
	Molly’s ass was burnt red.
	Andy’s cock was 2x4 hard.
	“Your turn.” she said—so to speak.
	Andy wasn’t as enthused about “receiving” as he was giving.  But he tolerated the abuse just the same.  From there, the two engaged spanking fests usually outside the home—out in the wilds in hillside caves.  But it was in her bedroom where the kinky girl (and boy) enjoyed frolicking the most.
	And it was in Molly’s bedroom where they got caught—by Molly’s father.
	They were naked and “doing it.”  And Molly was on top!
	Molly’s father was livid and grabbed Molly’s ankles, yanked them up, and wailed on her ass until she began suffering and crying.  Andy curled up in a corner and watched the misapplication of discipline.  Afterwards and he got some bare ass swatting, too.
	Andy Geeman no longer fancied being spanked—but he still enjoyed giving.
	Anna.
	A little swat to her little ass brought back those yesteryear memories.
	She made a little gasp; Geeman caressed her butt, fingered her dirt hole, then began earnestly fingering her pussy before laying her out on the vinyl bed.  A sheet was fitted on the bed along with a blanket and a pillow.  Geeman neverminded the fact that the girl had peed herself.  He licked her bald cunny getting the girl to gasp more.
	Soon and he was schlepping his salami against the girl’s pissy pussy, gouging the slit with firm intent of penetration.  Firm intent.  Anna fussed a little and that was ok.  In fact, it was preferred.  Geeman didn’t really like his Subjects “zombie-like.”  A little livelier than not was favored—it made the debauchery so much more worthy.
	The cum blast came and it was glorious!  The relief was fantastic!
	Gush after gob exploded onto the girl’s cunny—and in.  The head and a bit o’ shaft managed to insert into the virgin cunny (and deflower it.)  A few more earnest pumps then some grinding to expel even more viscous fluid onto the girl; then, like when Molly’s father caught them, he locked her ankles, raised her legs, and spanked her little ass until it was tomato red.

Hallelujah! 
	Surprisingly, or maybe not so, Andy Geeman was a church goer.
	Of course, his participation had ulterior motivations.  Geeman did not overly believe in a Higher Power or some amazing entity that allowed hellacious wars and human atrocities to occur over and over and over.  He believed that the Romans (the ancient ones) made up Christianity in order to soothe the masses and make them more controlling; a sort of mind control.
	Anyways, Geeman liked to sit alone and therefore in the back and to one side of the 900-plus seating of the Church by the River.  There were usually far less than 900 peoples in attendance on any given Sunday; the only time the Church by the River was filled to capacity was on special occasions—Christmas shows, special singing groups, Easter.
	And as it were, where Geeman sat there were a small gaggle of teenage girls giving him another reason why he sat where he sat.  There were some that enticed him—greatly!  They had beautiful faces—of which he often thought of jerking his seed onto.  Sometimes the chosen ones wore nice dress or skirt outfits; sometimes jeans or even shorts.  Sometimes he could see down the back of the backs to the tops of their panties!
	There, too, were a fair amount of “youngsters” that also enticed him.
	But first!

	
	Subjects One wore a yellow top, tight jeans, golden brown hair, blue eyes, firm “apples”, a sweet smile, tight-tight butt, and wore perfume of jasmine.  Her name was Gail.  She was fourteen and Geeman wondered if she were virginal.  And that just didn’t mean was she sexually active—what about the other regards to sex?  What did she know?  Positions?  Masturbation—boys and girls alike?  Had she seen boys (any age) naked?  Did she want to?  Had she seen her father naked?
	Between services and the gaggle of teen girls assembled to socialize, fart, pee, sneak off to do something they shouldn’t—smoke and be with a boy.  The Church by the River had two services in the morning type time; early morning services for the elderly folk and another just before noon for the younger clan.  Between the services were various Sunday schools; for adults of all ages, young marrieds, intending to get married, married too long, and so on.  After Sunday school, including children’s services there was singing.  The choir, the band, individual singers, a puppet show, and announcements, took their time on the stage and then the 2nd service before the break for lunch.
	After a few minutes of gaggling the Subject slipped away.
	Geeman followed—albeit slyly.
	To the bathroom was Subject’s destination.  There were bathrooms located in the foyer as well as two pair located outside at the outside buildings and two pair inside the gymnasium/social gathering room/kitchen.  Gail slipped out a side door to go to the right side Women’s Restroom.  Geeman waited until she emerged—then overwhelmed her mind redirecting her from her planned route back inside the church to the meandering sidewalk thru the grassy knoll (which was precarious due to the “meandering” out to the overflow parking lot—which was to Geeman’s knowledge “out of sight” of the church’s security cameras.
	Geeman knew this ‘cause he was the one who installed them!
	Thru the parking lot to his ride, a big heavy dark blue American SUV.
	Once inside he quickly got the Subject naked.  No time to waste.
	Nice small apple sized titties; creamy white skin, well-trimmed poon.
	Not a virgin.
	Geeman tried Q&A but there were no results.  Disappointing but the mind controlling device he had though regarded as sophisticated and superior over other models still had to deal with a variety of minds.  Every mind was different and regardless of the “sophistication” of the Device, the mind still has the ability to ward off the electronic invasion.

	Well, anyways, Geeman licked out the teen’s pussy and determined that she was not getting fucked by any regular basis OR by normal sized schlongs.  He mused that the girl was possibly getting screwed by young dick; young brothers, cousins, and boys she was babysitting.  That made him smile.  He went on to sink his prick into her gash and cum off minutes later.
That was one—here’s more!

Church stuff
	Kimberly Ceebeecee was a neat chick; tall, skinny, Chinese.  She was very friendly, an eager beaver, an author, and Christian.  She was a busy gal going off in several directions at once having very little time to herself—which gave Geeman the wonder of how she had had time to have children!
	And there were two!
	The girl was a real cutey—the boy?  Not so much.
	One day, Kimberly wanted to meet with Geeman about some church stuff which was ok with him.  It also led to a job at her house (regarding his technical/electronical abilities coinciding with his security abilities.)  She wanted him to install a security system.
	They met in the church’s parking lot under some trees cattycorner to the main body of the church.  Being midweek and midafternoon there was no one there but a couple of secretaries and gardeners.  Kimberly also wanted to discuss starting up a new class at the church, a Single’s Class.  Geeman was single, Kimberly was married to a tall fellow who was a nice guy, white, American, and into 1960s rock and roll (frowned upon by most churches.)
	In Kimberly’s car were her children, Brittany and Chad.  Brittany was twelve, Chad was ten.  Geeman had always liked Kimberly; her very friendly persona made her the draw.  That long sleek black hair, beautiful complexion, nice shapely body.  Often and did Geeman wonder how she was in the sack.  Did she ride her husband?  Did they do it doggie-style?  Did they commune in the shower?
	She liked his truck, the 1950 panel delivery van.  It was painted a deep purple with swirls of clouds, stars, nebulas, and cosmos all about.  While discussing the matters of the proposed single’s class and installing a security system at her house he opened the side door (not common for delivery trucks of that era of delivery trucks but Geeman wanted one like a regular van of his era so he put one in) he began to ply his wily ways.
	Ply away!
	From the backseat of her mother’s car young Brittany saw something that usually transpired between her mother and father—not her mother and a near perfect stranger.  Ass grabbing.  The stranger, Andy Geeman, was ass grabbing her mother’s ass!
	Usually when that happened (as stated) her mother and father were openly being overly affectionate usually in presence of Brittany and or Chad prompting Brittany to cop “Get a room!”  This time, however, it was Geeman copping a feel making Brittany very uncomfortable.  She sort of knew that what was transpiring before her was wrong; but her Mother seemed to be “ok” with it.
	In facts, her Mother was grabbing the man’s penis (area—where the man’s penis was concealed inside his jeans.)  Brittany’s mouth fell open; her dweeb brother wasn’t paying attention—he was too busy playing his portable video game.
	Then, Andy Geeman and Kimberly began kissing—deeply and passionately.
	Then, Andy Geeman had his hand up inside Kimberly’s kinda tight mid-thigh length deep blue dress.  Brittany couldn’t breathe.  She blinked her eyes and tried to make sense of what was happening.  There was no making sense of what was happening.  Her Mom was “masturbating” Geeman’s penis—still concealed inside his jeans.  Geeman was with his hand up inside the dress and then—THEN her Mom’s panties were down!
	Oh My God!
	Brittany couldn’t believe it.
	This wasn’t happening.
	What The Fuck!?

	Andy found the Chinese decent woman very enticing.  He liked playing the field and had likes ranging from very young to young adult.  He wasn’t too much into “boys” but there were special occasions.  Kimberly was nice; nice form, nice body, nice ass…
	Inching her panties down he squeezed the woman’s ass digging his fingers into her crack.  Easily had he been able to affectively affect her mind over taking her and manipulating her; into masturbating him and allowing him to ply his wicked ways—all the while her child watched (in stunned horror.)
	Time to kick it up a notch.
	With the sliding door of the delivering van truck open, Andy maneuvered himself and Kimberly just inside.  Then, laying down he positioned the mindless Kimberly on him.  It was a little awkward and somewhat clumsy but he managed to work the woman’s panties down—and then off.  Afterward he equally awkwardly (and clumsily) worked his jeans and underwear down.  His penis was dramatically hard and after a couple of more intense preliminary lovemaking inserted nicely into her sex.
	Kimberly let out a moan.  Andy grabbed her ass and squeezed it, then pulled the cheeks apart allowing her gawking daughter a good look at her Mom’s ass, hole, and non-daddy cock slamming into her pussy.

	Brittany was out of her mind; she couldn’t breathe, think, contemplate, or anything.  Her dark eyes were focused solely on the man’s penis going in (and out) of her Mom’s vagina.  Pure fright consumed the young girl; she was sweating and felt like she needed to pee.  She also felt like she needed to run—away, screaming, ranting, freaking out.
	But she didn’t.  Instead, she crawled out of the family car and came up to Andy’s purple truck.
	‘take your panties down.’ a Voice said in her mind.
	A sort of odd peace swept over the young girl.  She was confused for half a second then reached up under her non-pleated red checkered skirt tugging down her basic white panties.  Her move got the attention of her brother still sitting in the car.  He missed his near naked Mother having sex with Andy and was eyeing his sister’s panties at her knees.
	“What the fu—” was all he was able to conjure.  The portable game system was put aside and the buzz cut haired boy clambered out of the car and came up beside his stunned sister.
	More awkwardness as Geeman kicked off his shoes and then his clothes.
	A hearty cum off had he blasted into Kimberly’s pussy; he gave less a fuck if he got her pregnant.  His hands clutched at her ass hard as his cock slammed into her cunny unleashing a torrent of love cream.  A little slap to the cheeks and he pulled out to shoot a remaining load onto the woman’s asshole.
	‘does Johnny fuck your asshole?’ he inquired.
	Kimberly moaned; her rich lovely rich thick sleek black hair was pasted to her face; her nipples grinded into his chest, her breathing was rapid and her cunny was leaking its own fluids.
	“Johnny” was John Ceebeecee and he did so infacto FUCK Kimberly’s asshole.  Andy was pleased to learn that.  He loved on the woman a bit more bringing Brittany and Chad inside—then having them undress.  The placement of Andy’s ride was interesting—the Church by the River in the woods had a main four-lane inter-town highway.  The church and parking lot were down in a flatland depression.  On the hillside of where the road was there were plenty of trees and bushes, but still, a curious driver COULD look down to the parking lot and see something of interest.
	Like,
	Twelve year old Brittany naked riding a man’s cock all the while ten year old Chad doggie styled his Mom!  Brittany was a virgin.  Was.  Sure, she had seen her brother naked and he had seen her.  Big deal.  They were siblings and close in age—that was a norm and a given.  The girl had “touched” her brother’s pee-pee, too.  Again, though, big deal.  It was normal and regarded as curiosity and “no biggie.”
	The last time she had been spanked—she was about seven.
	Pants on with no sexual overtones—unlike the time when Geeman was visiting his uncle and aunt in the country.  One day he happened to see his ten year old cousin, Amy, getting spanked.  At the time, she was wearing a shortie kiddie dress.  The dress was hiked up over her waist and her off-pink panties were at her knees.  Her daddy wailed on her ass turning it from a lily white to a tomato red.
	In an odd way, as young pre-teen Andy watched, he got a boner!
	Later on he asked of his young cousin “What’d you do?” to warrant an ass beating.  The girl shrugged and said off-handedly, “I fibbed.” Which was the norm for her.  And when she got caught at “fibbing” she got a bare ass spanking.
	Andy had made a note that all the while the girl got her butt busted—she didn’t cry.  There were no emotions.  She fussed, squirmed, and tried to block the abuse to her dainty ass with her hands, but there was no screaming or crying normally associated with getting one’s butt busted.
	Curious.
	Then,
	“Would you like to spank me?” she asked.
	Holy shit!
	So, his uncle was at his farming duties and his aunt was doing her aunt things, Andy and Amy stole away to the barn loft where she willingly shed her clothes and assumed the position.  Usually on her hands and knees or across his lap.  Then he wailed on her.  He liked it—a lot!  The girl took the abuse right up to the point whereas she couldn’t.  When her young ass turned brilliant red and began to sting then that was enough.  Andy’s hands also stung so it was time to stop.
	Then,
	“My turn!” Amy quipped.
	“Whattya mean?” Andy asked kinda clueless.
	“My turn to spank YOU!” she stated factly.
	Holy shit!
	Shedding his clothes he stood buck naked before her—his cock was ready hard (with just a little spillage on the piss slit.)  Amy stared and stared.
	“What’samatta,” he said in his city smart alecky tone, “you’ve never seen one before?”
	Actually, she had.  Other boy cousins, other farm boys from the area.  No biggie.  (and confidentially—she wasn’t a virgin, either!)
	After much gawking the boy got on his hands and knees and Amy swatted him.  He wasn’t so much into the deed as was his cousin.  She got off on getting spanked.  She said it made her pussy “tingle” and then “get wet.”  
	Speaking of wet…

Must be something in the air…
	Spanking Amy’s ass—yeah, that had to be a highlight in his life.  Other asses thru his life he had laid his hand to but none had given much joy as Amy’s ass.  He could practically cum just by spanking!  He still didn’t care to be spanked himself.  But Amy!  And after—wow!  The girl stood up, rubbed her ass, then fingered her pussy that was bald and glistening in her personal juices.  Andy was thrilled.  The girl played with his cock, fondled his balls, then settled on him for a righteous fuck.  Righteous!  It beat all other forms of physical pleasure—like fucking his hand or his bed.  Sinking his prick into Amy’s pussy was way better (than fucking his bed (and getting caught!)  His mom had caught humping his bed and thought he was wicked.  After beating his ass (of which he didn’t like one bit) she sent his wicked ass off to the country to straighten him out.
	Thanks mom!
	Boning Amy, though, wasn’t his first fuck.  No, just recently when he was in charge of his 3yr old cousin there was some “activity.”  No fucking but a hell of a lot of grinding!  Whilst giving the child a bath he easily engage sexually with her; with no mind controlling contraption he easily swayed the child to “play” with his penis and even kiss it!  Then, while drying her he loved on her.  The cad!  His hardened cock trolled all over her young naked body, with special attention to her pussy and ass.  Then, laying her down he grinded his cock against her sex almost very nearly making entry.
	He didn’t, though; but almost.
	For Amy, at age nine for her birthday she readily became a pirate band’s captive.  Boys in the farming community she knew (well) kidnapped her for nefarious purposes blindfolding her, gagging, and binding her hands all haphazardly then guiding her thru a meadow to their pirate ship.  The “pirate ship” was a mix-mash of scrap wood fashioned into the side of a hill of a trestle.
	Once inside the willing captive was stripped naked.
	The boys, Adam Barksalott, Blake Cumsum, Cole Davidsun, and Dale Everlake were all jazzed.  It wasn’t their first time bringing Amy to their ship/fortress OR getting her naked.  But each time was an adventure and high seas excitement.  Amy wore easy clothes; a size larger than her normal wear top and easy to remove summer shorts.
	The boys did pause a moment to ogle the girl as she stood in her panties.  The oldest boy, Adam, licked his lips hungrily.  He was twelve and a true horndog. Blake and Cole were elven with Blake three months away from being a near teenager.  Dale was ten but ALMOST eleven (in 32 days.)

	With her hands bound her top (no bra) was pulled to her wrist.  She giggled the whole time.  Adam, the pirate leader, lowered Amy’s panties.  None of the boys had sisters.  They did have girl cousins—all way younger.  They had so-so girls they hung out with but none were “willing” like Amy.
	Clumsily the boys maneuvered their captive to the full sized dingy mattress they had retrieved from the nearby dump.  Once more they ogled their prize (with great lust intent.)  Then they began stripping off their clothes (with great lust intent!)  All four had serious boners.  Amy’s ankles weren’t bound and so her shorts and panties were easily removed.  She parted her legs on her own; her arms she put above her head clutching a railroad spike driven into the hard dirt mound of the hill.  By then her gag and blindfold had worked themselves loose.  She blushed, giggled, and made eye contact with the leader, Adam.
	He smiled, too.  He was a bit dirty, grimy, and scrawny—but he had a nice smile, white teeth, and a general disheveled look about him.  Butt naked and he was kinda handsome—kinda—in a rugged sort of way.  His penis was decent and acceptable.  He stroked it and after drooling a moment staring at his naked captive he mounted her.  No foreplay.  He did glide his stiffy up and down her crevice before plundering.
	Amy gave a little yelp; she shuddered and then moaned as the pirate leader began to pump.  He wasn’t particularly good at it but none of them knew the difference between a good fuck and a bad fuck.  A fuck was a fuck—that was all that mattered.  And it DID feel kinda good.  Amy, however, preferred spanking over getting dicked.
	The pirate boys were all for that.  Most of them got a licking now and then and most didn’t like it.  But GIVING a spanking—well, that was something kinda different.  Kinda.
	Blake was one of the four pirates who liked to administer punishment—i.e. spanking.  And his method was hiking the captive’s legs up and wailing on her ass until she began to squirm.
	And funny, she never sucked their cock!
	And though lo the boys saw her asshole, it never came up to fuck it.
	All four boys were cummers.  She never got pregnant.
	One of the best fucks came when Cole was boning her and the westbound freight train thundered over their heads.  It was dramatic.  Frightening!  The very walls of the ship-fortress shook and dust was everywhere.  The enormity of the massive locomotive was incredible.  It seemed life threatening but there was no interrupting a good fuck.  Cole went on to cum his biggest orgasm ever.
	It did a little something for Amy, too.

“Down on Barney’s farm there is a little yellow duck; down on Barney’s farm there is a little yellow duck.  The duck, he always sounds like this “FUCK YOU!””
	When not getting spanked or fucking around, Andy and Amy stole off to watch other people spank and fuck.  It was an eye opener for Andy.  Especially at this one farm down the road a-piece.
	“They’re hillbillies.” Amy supplied.
	Andy wasn’t quite sure what that implied.  But after watching what he watched he guessed as much.  ‘Something in the air.’  Or something.  He had heard of “hillbillies”; he associated them with being rednecks, proud Southerners, maybe racists, gun toting, beer drinking, moonshine drinking, crazy ass rednecks.  Their famous (last) words “Hey, hold me beer and watch this!”  They were amazing clutch of peoples; their lifestyle and way of thinking were way different than the mainstream of society.  Way different.  (google “redneck games” and you’ll get an idea.)
	Anyways, on Andy and Amy’s visit there was for them to see twenty year old Amelia Galpenny.  She was tall, thin build, bodacious ta-tas, and naked.  She had a high pitched voice and was seriously into animals—well, in this incidence the “animals” were into her!
	Amelia had lovely tan skin—all over!  Long blond hair in twin pig tails, a nice shapely body that’d make a blind man cum (as opposed to my mother in-law who would make Stevie Wonder flinch.)  The girl was friendly—especially to farm animals and whatever animals she came across in the surrounding woods.  Very friendly.  Out behind the barn on the kids’ visit and there she was; long, tall, blond, and naked.  Andy could just see the fact that she was hairless between her legs, too!  He was twelve but he had a pretty good idea that girls her age should have hair on their pie.
	She was in the company of a gray and white goat.
	After basking in the sun, fingering herself, the hillbilly girl rolled off and pooched her ass up in the air.  Andy felt himself cumming off in his pants right then and there.  Amy was fingering herself—she was in a dress (with no panties) and was just as enthralled as her cousin.
	There was a goodly amount of strewn hay about; Amelia had been laying nakedly out on a checkered blanket.  There was a jar of “something” she kept sipping, a radio blasting country music, and wafting lazily in the sullen air the scent of marijuana.  Amelia wasn’t smoking but someone somewhere was.
	After some earnest fingering of her naked hairless pussy,
	“Come on, Moxy,” she cooed, “come get some!”
	The goat, on a rope, bleated and butted his goatish head against her fine well tanned ass.  It was a nice ass.  The goat butted the ass, bleated, and didn’t seem all that interested.  Not until Amelia reached for his goaty penis and began playing.
	Andy just stared.  Amy, however,
	“Wait,” she said, “see what ELSE she does.”
	What ELSE she did was after cooing to the goat (and masturbating him) she repositioned her body grinding herself against his furry chest.  Moxy needed no more goading—he mounted and his goatish dick was long, hard, pinkish, slick, and then disappeared into the naked Amelia Galpenny.
	‘Holy fucking ape shit!’ breathed Andy.  He had no choice but to haul out his cock and begin working it.  Amy giggled and after Moxy began fucking Amelia, Amy slid herself down onto her cousin’s cock and got fucked, too.
	Andy was distracted by Amy but only for a moment or two.  Gripping her hips and glided his missile into her trench but didn’t need to pump, Amy herself worked herself UP and DOWN and Andy was sated.  Clutching the girl he shuddered as his penis was rocketed into euphoria.  He breathed in a mindless manner—his mind totally flummoxed by the back woods country hillbilly girl.
	As Moxy fucked, Amelia fingered herself, moaned, continued to coo to her pet, and entice Andy all the more.  He had no idea.  Of course, to a girl, a dick was a dick was a dick.  A boy dick, a man dick; dog dick, horse dick, goat dick.  Whatever.  A dick was a dick worthy of taking.
	Moxy bleated and made interesting mouth undulations as he pumped very vigorously into his human.  His “human” was undulating herself; furiously fucking her pussy with her fingers, LICKING said fingers, and having a fit.  Andy was, too.  His cock had cum off in Amy’s pussy but it remained within.  His arms were about the girl squeezing her as he watched the farm girl and farm animal.
	Honey.
	Honey and strawberries.
	Distracted momentarily as his nose was right there in Amy’s hair he got a strong scent of her hair.  It invigorated him sending his cock into another tizzy.  At ten, Amy didn’t have a lot in the titty department—not like Amelia and her bodacious 26ers.  Amelia’s titties were round globes much like the cantaloupe in the nearby field.
	Moxy got off.  Then got off Amelia.  Andy got off watching Moxy get off getting off Amelia.  Amelia got off, too.  She fell to one side continuing to finger herself, shuddering, going thru the motions of “getting off.”  Moxy continued to bleat, his goaty dick was still exposed, still dripping goat cum.
	Amelia, however, wasn’t finished.  Parting her legs she cooed to the goat who actually came to her.  The farm girl petted her pet, his face, jowls, head, cock.  It was that last action that got Moxy to do anything his human wanted—like lick out her cummy cunt.  His own cum!
	Andy had never seen anything like it.
	Amelia’s legs danced in the air as Moxy licked out her cunt.
	It was then that Amy gouged her horny cousin directing his attention to someone ELSE who was watching.  At the corner of the barn was seen a bobbing dark hair head.  Not much else.
	“Amelia’s brother.” Amy informed him.
	As Moxy cleaned up Amelia’s cunt, and Amy slid off of Andy’s cock, the dark haired brother disappeared.  Amy grabbed her cousin’s hand, “Come on.” the business of farm girl and her pet was finished so Andy let Amy drag him off.  As he was led off—he had to wonder if he would fuck Amelia (after she had gotten fucked by the goat.)  He wasn’t sure.  Turn down pussy?  If Amelia said “come fuck me” would he turn down pussy?  Hmmm  hard to say.  Before the goat, yes; after the goat?  Not so much.

	Around the barn corner then up on a pile of stacked hay—Amy leading the way.  Andy catching glimpses of the young girl’s bare ass.  Coupled with what he had just saw (and done) he was hard-hard-hard again-again-again.  The scent of her hair stayed with him for a very long time.
	At the top of the stacked hay there was a loft entrance.  Amy entered in shushing Andy from making nay noise.  He didn’t—but almost did when he scraped his knee against the wooded edge of the loft side entrance.
	Down below in the barn and there was Amelia’s older brother, Jethro.
	He was naked and fucking a goat.
	The words “HOLY FUCKING APE SHIT!” got stuck in Andy’s throat or he would have blurted them right out.  The goat, “Sheba” was tied to a post—lest she slip away from her human owner.  Jethro was hard at, fucking the doe with great vigor and a lot of gall.  His balls could be heard slapping as he buggered his way; he WAS in her pussy at least.
	“Would you ever do that?” Amy asked curiously as they made their way home.
	“Do what?” he said (but already knew the question.)
	“Fuck a goat?”
	“No way.” No way, no how, no way.

	A little before midnight and out in the backyard lay Amy and Andy; staring up to the clear sky filled with stars.  In the city and Andy could seldom see such.
	“Wow.” Was all he could say.  Shooting stars, cosmos, galaxies; never before seen with such clarity.  Only in books and video had he seen them before.  He was way awed.  Way.
	Of course, there was some naughty business to be had, too.

	Amy, clad in a long tee-shirt (and nothing else) slipped off the garment and was nude.  She loved romping about nakedly in her backyard.  She also was prone to gallop to the barn, various out buildings, straddle a fence rail, dash out to the road in front of the house, pee while standing up in the middle of that road, and carry on nakedly all over the place.  Naked.
	Naturally she was able to get her cousin to do likewise.
	Of course, at the Witching Hour there was hardly anyone about to see their mischievous antics—save for drunk teens slinking their way home.  With little risk, Amy and Andy made love in the middle of the country road—and had to hide out in the ditch when a car did come along.
	One of the more creepier places they engaged sexually,
	Darkmoor Cemetary
	Yep, a graveyard.  Around midnight, too!  It’s morbid but at least you wont be bothered!  Andy was a little sheepish—no, wrong term there.  Scared shitless.  Yeah, that’s the appropriate word.  Shitless.  But there was no way he was going to show it or be showed up by a girl, especially a younger girl!

	Regardless of her age, she was not afraid of anything.  She was bold, daring, and amazing.  Like give a BA to the horse riders while on the trestle (and the riders on their horseys in the dry river bed below.)
	The trestle—OH!  It spanned the dry river half a mile (804m) from rustic farmland to desert-like and was some 100 feet (30m).  The trestle (train bridge) was narrow with large wooden timbers supporting. There was a railing and every hundred yards a sort of emergency stand-out—for those foolish enough to traipse across the bridge when a train was coming across.  It was also for those working on the bridge or official train people.
	Amy and Andy also skinny dipped in a pond; an agricultural pond, and spied on the farm kids of that agricultural pond.  They were a hoot.  Four boys, one girl.  The girl, Anna Elyse, was eighteen.  She was short of stature, short sassy blond hair, sassy attitude, too.  Her brothers, the youngest 12yrs and the oldest 22yrs, “enjoyed” their only sister seemingly on a daily basis.
	On Andy’s visit, the siblings one-two-three-four-five were in the family farm barn—all butt bare assed naked.  One boy would stand guard at the closed double doors peeking thru the crack for parental units.  The others were behind the huge stack of baled hay.  There, laid out on strewn hay, Anna Elyse was getting some brotherly love.  
	Brother Hank was in her mouth; he was the twenty-two year old.  He was a handsome fellow with a “more than average” fellow.  His sister slobbered all over it, sucking it wholly making lots of slurping sounds.  Anna Elyse was a pretty girl, she ice skated!  And was good at it!
	Between the girl’s legs was sixteen year old Zane.  His member was about average; a strapping boy well tan, shoulder length hair, a nice firm body with a cock that popped out of his sister hairless quim—then grinded against her bald  cunny before slipping back in to finish what was started.  Anna Elyse made more noises, frigged herself, and devoured Hank’s schlong.
	Brother Adam, fourteen, worked his organ into his sister’s cornhole.  Adam was the only one of the siblings with reddish hair.  The other boys had sandy brown hair with Anna Elyse having the only blond hair.
	The boy at the door, twelve year old Blake, was steadily whacking off and too distracted to notice his Dad and Mom approaching.
	“Oh, shit!” said Andy.
	“We gotta do something!” said Amy.
	Andy looked around and saw a stack of hay; too heavy to move.
	The combine, tractor, small tractor, golf cart, and other assorted machines once turned on would definitely get the parents’ attention (starting up on their own.)  But Andy saw the gate to the pig pen.  Lots of little piggies were wiggling about and to Andy they appeared to be “restless.”
	“Would you like to get some exercise, piggies?” he jested.
	“You know the farmer is just fattening you up for a Sunday dinner!” he added as he carefully unlatched the latch and swung open the gate.  Then he made a dash back to where Amy was hiding—sliding on a small pile of pig shit in the process.
	“Smooth move.” chided Amy.
	The piggies wasted no time in discovering that they were “free” and galloped out of their enclosure squealing crazily all the way.  This got the attention of the farmer and his wife who went yelling after them.  This got the attention of the farmer’s children who (after quickly with lightning speed re-clothed themselves) dashed out of the barn to help.
	Crisis (busted!) averted.

*

Something icky this way cums
	Summer was a blast.
	Returning home (and to school) was a drag.  His mind was filled with Amy, Anna Elyse (and her brothers), Amy, the clear skies of the country, Amy, Amelia and Moxy, Jethro and Sheba, Amy, Amy, Amy.  The days of Fall faded to Winter, Winter lapsed into the New Year and Spring, Spring segued to Summer.
	And Summer was Summer School.
	Unexpected and a real drag.
	After Summer School and there was Summer Camp followed by more camping—with the family.  During Summer School there was a black girl, Laticia Warez.  She was a little naughty; bold and daring, reminiscent of Amy.  Black girl, Asian, alien, whatever, a naked girl being willingly naughty with him was ok with Andy Geeman.
	Laticia was similar to Amy—she liked to fuck!  She was a bit of a risk taker and liked to get freaky at school and school functions.  On days she was willing to put out and get freaky—she wore some sort of a dress outfit or skirt outfit.  Andy learned quickly the days he was going to get laid by his girlfriend’s clothing.
	Under the bleachers in the gym during a school function was the place they mostly sexually engaged.  She wasn’t so much a slurper OR took it (dick) up the ass.  Straight “fuck me” was her course and Andy was cool with that.  They also engaged in the underpass that ran from the side of their school under a four-lane highway to the residential neighborhood of their city.  On days she was aiming to get laid—no panties she wore either!
	On Halloween night during their romp thru the neighborhood filling their pail with candy, Andy took Laticia to the local cemetery.  Now, most black folk are not too keen on cemeteries; not at night leastways.  Not into ghosts, spooks, spookiness of any kind, deep unseen boisterous voices.  None of that.  Laticia was pretty cool about visiting the cemetery and thought it a blast to get naked and dash about peeing on people’s graves and then fucking on one, too.  Evading the patrolling police guard was one thing; evading the “ghost” was another.
	While fucking on top of one grave mound a low branch of a misplaced chanced tree limb “touched” Laticia’s ass as she was riding Reverse Missionary style Andy.  She freaked the fuck out and went willy-nilly thru the graveyard crashing into Officer Shane Zambles.  It was eleven o’clock and not a lot of light in the graveyard but his handheld flashlight greatly illuminated the girl’s nakedness.
	“What ho!” he exclaimed shocked and stunned, “What we got going on here?”
	The girl was freaking.
	The burly cop, Irish, with a bit of a belly and “spirits” on his breath, was about to guide the girl to his car—and then downtown for her parents to come pick her up when,
	CRASH!  one of those tall headstones went toppling nearby getting the cop’s attention.  He dashed off to investigate and Andy grabbed Laticia’s hand dashing her off to the far side of the graveyard.  Thru the loose fence by the river and then off to the bridge walkway.  Laticia took some time to calm down.  They dressed and returned to their homes.

	The following Monday and Laticia arrived at school in a nice knee length Fall dress.  When the two met they engaged in a hug and a brief peck on the lips.  Then they moved into the hallway and to the stairwell where their “hugging” gave way to “feeling” up.  Andy found the girl was wearing no panties as his hands went up under that Fall dress.  Laticia gripped his hardened penis and pleased it giving insight to Andy that “all was well.”
	That was junior high.
	In high school and things got kicked up a notch.

*

Plan 9.2 from Somewhere Out in Space!
	“Oh, Glorious Enormous One—mleep!  What is-kleep!—your impressive plan?  gleep!”
	Glurb, the Elder, gave his subordinate a long hard stare.  The giant alien-slug then closed his eyes one-two-three; snorted thru his nostrils, one-two-three, the stretched bringing his multitude of fingers together, cracking them.  Then, after a long enduring silent moment, farting,
	“Where do we—zleep!—stand now?”
	“Oh, Masterful One, we are completing—nleep!—Plan Nine Point One.”
	Elder Glurp nodded his massive slug head atop his massive slug body.
	“The humans, Oh Immense One—pleep!—are in chaos.” added another subordinate.
	“Yes!  Hideous One, the humans—vleep!—are in chaos!”
	“The conversion of the electronic—bleep!—devices to themselves—mleep!—has gone well?”
	“Yes, Elder,” said Nlurb, a lessor lacky, “Plan Nine, present the human population—nleep!—with electronic mind controlling devices—bleep!—was highly successful!”
	“Oh, yes!” gleamed a boastful Slurb, “The hideous bi-peds readily—gleep!—accepted our gifts—”
	“Their entire planet is infected!” grinned Klurb.
	“Plan Nine Point One—cleep!—has also been rewarding!”
	Glurb, Slurb, Clurb, and the other assembled slug-aliens in the large assembly room smiled at the thought of Plan 9.1—they so enjoyed 9.1 that they began drooling huge viscous slime.  They also began humping the floor they were on.
	“Sadly, however—nleep!—the humans are unable to survive after deliver of our—zleep!—eggs.”
	“Unfortunate.” said a semi saddened Glurb.
	A moment of silence; then—
	“Bring on the humans!” shouted the Elder.
	Lackeys fled the great assembly hall fetching delirious human males.
	“And Plan Nine Point Two?” inquired Elder Glurb.
	“The integration of our electronic—nleep!—devices to the humans—oleep!”
	“That—pleep!—process is successful—nleep!” 
	“Excellent!” exclaimed the giant slug.  The humans were brought in; naked, some disheveled, high disorientated, frightened.  Elder Glurb looked over the selection and chose a large burly black man.  The human resisted but the might of the alien slug controlling him (with an EMAD no less!) overwhelmed him and brought him before the alien slug leader.
	Glurb whisked the human around, bent him over, then mounted him.
	The black man’s eyes bulged near out of their sockets.  He screamed but his words were garbled in his throat.  The mighty alien slug inserted his cylindrical fuck stick resembling mostly that like a tentacle of an octopus!  The alien slug’s penis entered DEEPLY into the human’s anus and began its piston action simulating sexual intercourse—slug alien style!
	Five minutes was the norm for such encounter.  After which a “seed” was implanted inside the anal tract, bowel, lodging itself on the inner wall.  Unlike human pregnancies, a slug alien pregnancy lasted mere days.  The delivery was usually unfortunate for the human carrying the slug alien egg—the egg was much like an ostrich egg.  The egg was pliable, sure, but it gave only a little.  The passage of the egg from the male human’s anus was usually a one time deal; the delivery was ass ripping and the human seldom survived.
	Alien slugs seldom had anything to do with their “off-spring”; the nurturing, nursery, feeding, caring, all that was left to the nurse maid—a large pinkish creature.  Gronk!
	Well, imagine that!

Decent into debauchery
	 Oh, she was pretty.  Young, too.  But mostly pretty.  And lost.  Sucking her thumb, the youngster wandered the church (by the River) parking lot (by the river.)  Geeman watched her—and fantasized about her.  The river by the Church by the River was low but still, there was a current and enough water to get in trouble in.
	The trees by the river were old almost dead trees.  There were bushes, shrubs, and other foliage that could easily ensnare a young person.  Church was in service; no one—no one was seemingly looking for the waif.  Geeman waited.  He sighed and contemplated.
	Then,
	Just before the wayward child took the small trail to the river bank…
	“Hey!” said a smiling sixteen year old Andy Geeman.  He didn’t know the girl (or her family) so he guessed she didn’t know him.
	The little girl, three year old Shannon, was scared and although Andy was a “stranger” she ran to him.  Wearing a short kiddie dress, daffodil yellow, Andy was able to easily “cop a feel.”  So he did.  Hefting the girl up on him he slipped down (nearly slipping) down the trail to the river.  Once out of “line o’ sight” a more serious bout of “feeling” began—that included working the girl’s panties down (and then off!)
	When Shannon fussed too much—she got a spanking.  Swift and deliberate.
	Geeman was on a mission—a mission for emission!
	Sitting on a log by the river that was just above ankle deep—in places, Andy Geeman worked his penis against Shannon’s bald poon.  Sperm was already seeping out of his piss slit and a million feelings all tingling seethed throughout his body.  Sure, a sixteen year old girl would be better but there weren’t any of those “willing” to be had.
	No penetration—but that didn’t mean he didn’t try.  Gliding his cock up and down the child’s slit enthralled him bringing him close to the Dark Side.  Had he not care for the girl he probably would have proceeded with the ultimate sin.  But he did.  He didn’t know her but he didn’t feel that he could violate her.
	Regardless, he did hump against her until releasing a torrent of pent up cum.
	Squeezing the child to him and clutched her ass until he heard her name being called from the parking lot.  He had planned on spanking her, poking and prodding her asshole, and possibly seeing if he could get off in her mouth with her sucking him off.
	But he didn’t.  Using her panties he cleaned her cunny (then tucked her soiled undies inside his own underwear nestled against his cock.)  Then he shuffled the child up the hill while he himself scurried precariously along the questionable bankside a few yards to the nearby road bridge.  Avoiding the hobo drunkingly asleep thereunder he made his under the bridge to the other side.  His plan was to go up the far side and then along the roadway to the river park, then cross the road at the crosswalk and mosey back into the church body.
	Well, the questionable bank came into play and the sandy bankside gave way—and into the river he went.  The river was ankle deep—in places.  Where he had molested Shannon, the river was mostly ankle deep.  Under the bridge and the water was deeper—knee deep on average.  However, when one falls into water no matter the depth one tends to freak the fuck out.
	Andy Geeman was one such.
	Remember the just mentioned hobo?
	He awoke to Andy’s flailing and gave the teen a hand out.

	Best laid plans flushed down the toilet—or the River by the Church by the Church by the River.  Soaking wet, sandy, just finished molesting a little three year old, her panties wrapped about his schlong—kinda hard to explain that one.  The hobo giggled, farted, and looked a little crazed.
	Andy concocted an excuse then went tredging back from whence he came.
	At the parking lot there was a mass of peoples, some were frightened; some were angry.  Shannon’s parents were frantic, and angry; they discovered her missing panties and soiled cunt.  Then Andy wandered onto the scene claiming he heard the little girl crying and went to investigate finding a hobo walking along the river.  When he went to talk to the man if he knew anything about the little girl the man pushed him into the river.
	You can imagine what happened next.
	Half the congregation, mostly men, went seeking the hobo.
	Andy’s family and the preacher applauded Andy’s bravery.
	The folk who went seeking the hobo found him and roughed him up a might before hauling him to the parking lot and asking the little girl if he were the man who had taken her underwear.
	The child was too shaken to make a positive accusation but the congregation deemed that it was so.  The local constabulary were called in and the innocent hobo was hauled off to jail.
	Andy went home with his family and to the bathroom shower where he promptly jerked off (using Shannon’s panties as a physical aid.)  He did feel bad about the hobo being accused of child molestation but he thought of it this way; the man was homeless.  In jail he would get three meals a day, a warm bed, a chance to shower and get cleaned up.  Sounded good to Andy.

Northwind High School
	Not being overly athletic, or even a little bit, Andy Geeman was not overly popular at his high school.  He chose lesser venues in lieu of athleticism; speech and debate specifically.  He also dabbled in archeology and anthropology finding outdoor activities rewarding.  While on a “dig” with his class he found a five hundred year old arrowhead.  This only prompted him to continue, freestyling.  The arrowhead he found was displayed at school, with details of the find (and the Finder).  That was ok, but Andy wanted one for his OWN collection.
	Finding arrowheads took him to the low hills and high desert area some miles from home.  From his home he would travel some 45 minutes on Hwy 90 East into the low mountains and the mountain community of Teahachipi.  Then, at the crossroads of Desolate Desert Highway and at the small desert community of Fornicate City, he tooled north to the cut road into the desert hills from there.

	A little further north was the naval air station and the city it supported.
	Southeast was an air force base.
	In the middle of these military bases was a vast impressive desert.
	In the middle of the middle of the desert were the remains of an ancient civilization—known as American Indians.  There were some remnants of their presence; mostly adobe huts, markings on rocks, and arrowheads.  According to legend the desert dwelling Indians had been in the area a thousand years, if not more.  Then, one day, they were gone.  On the rocks they had painted and inscribed strange pictures depicting what later scientists who studied these types of things as “aliens.”
	However, the depictions were not in line with the norm of “aliens”; the norm were aliens with bulbous heads, large opaque eyes, helmets, and flying saucers.  The aliens inscribed on the rocks of the high Desolate Desert were more akin to insects; worms if you will.  Slugs a better description.  Scientists later dismissed the drawings as freewill drawings, Indians inscribing a new wave art form.
	On Andy’s visit he had found a couple of finds; an arrowhead and a very nice golf ball sized marble.  It was with many colors and was warm in his hand.  Then, when he began playing with it he found that it “moved” all over his hand.  The marble moved in and about his fingers, the top of his hand, all over—never once dropping!
	It was evening type time and getting dark.  Time to boogie home.
	Carrying the unique marble he made his way down the long windy trail back to his car when—
	A curious warbling sound filled the air.
	Then something like “pressure” surrounded young Andy; his vision blurred and that uncomfortable feeling of being in an elevator consumed him.  The “elevator” feeling was enhanced with the going UP and then going DOWN.  Then there was the kicked up feeling of that feeling of being at the bottom of a deep swimming pool.
	Just before puking the uncomfortable feelings evaporated.
	His vision cleared and a swarm of confusion filled him—
	“What the fu—”
	Andy now stood in a large room; grayish in color.
	There were several “slug-like” creatures all about; enormous in size and reeking of a hideous shitty odor.  The creatures all mumbled and slithered about leaving a slimy trail.
	There were naked human men, too.

	The men looked drugged; they were naked and some were on the hands and knees while others wandered about aimlessly in some sort of bizarre delirium.  Andy then saw one human squatting screaming in pain as he passed what looked liked an enormous turd—but it wasn’t a turd.  It was an egg!
	Andy felt even sicker than he already was.
	Suddenly a looming alien-slug was upon him and at first seemed angry, then gleeful and snatched the marble from Andy’s hand.
	“Gleep!  Nleep!  Pleep!” the creature said.  To Andy it seemed as if though the creature was hiccupping.  He hated that.  Then, it sounded like the creature spoke words Andy understood—“My eye!” and plopped the marble into his hideous head.
	Andy watched as the creature blinked; there were three eyes in his head.  Other creatures had “stalks” like snails have.  All the alien-slugs had three arms.  Andy was further grossed out when the alien-slug whose “eye” Andy had found, began lovingly caressing him.  The creature left Andy slimy.
	“I-I’ve been slimed!”
	The man who was shitting the egg finally “delivered.”  He fell away to the floor gasping for air like a fish out of water.  Then he sort of curled up into a fetal position and remained very still.  A huge towering Sasquatch-like creature came in among the alien-slugs and plucked up the freshly delivered egg—it was off-color white with a lot of “brown.”  The Sasquatch-like creature was pinkish in color and took the egg out of the room.
	The alien-slug caressing Andy said something that took Andy a minute to digest to understand.  It seemed as though the alien-slug was grateful and thus would not have him “carry” his seed.  Instead,
	“I, Zlurb the Ingineer, shall—meelp!—bestow—gleep!—a special ability.”
	Andy had no idea what the fuck he was talking about.
	Then, that sickening feeling of being in that elevator again—going UP and then DOWN.  It wasn’t pleasant.  But it wasn’t lasting, either.  The dizziness lasted momentarily and there he was on the trail right where he had been “before.”  Confusion reigned supreme.  He felt sick and then—then he had to squat and “crap like a bastard.”

	It was late when he pulled into the desert city of Hajave.  He needed to get home but he needed sustenance first.  The thirty minute drive from where he had been to the diner in Hajave with the windows down for fresh air helped in his sickness.  Seeing the pretty little girl about ten helped in perversion.
	The high school cheerleader was an added topping.

	He wasn’t sure how it happened; but it happened.  There was a tingling feeling that he associated with having a cold.  Also, that feeling he got when he was doing wrong—which was a lot—AND that feeling he got when someone was talking about him.  But at the diner that evening he didn’t have a cold and no one about was talking about him.  So that left…
	What happened was—his eyes were on the young girl, the little girl.
	‘I wish you’d come by so I could see you better.’ he thought.  And apparently thought hard ‘cause the next thing he knew was the “little girl” came by!  She paused, looked a little confused, looked around as if she were lost, then went back to her table with her mom.
	This left Andy in a bit of a “WTF” funk.
	Then he looked at the cheerleader with her friends.
	‘Wish YOU would come by.’ For the same reason as the little girl.
	Lo (and behold) the sophomore cheerleader left her table to come to Andy’s table.  She wore a white cheerleader outfit with blue stripes on the skirt.  She wasn’t too tall, super extra curly blond hair, brilliant bright blue eyes, an incredible smile, nice-nice body with pleasing cantaloupe sized titties.
	Like the little girl, “Amber” looked around as if she were lost then made her way back to her table totally confused.  She was with three other cheerleader girls, an Asian chick, a black chick, and a red haired girl.  All three Andy wanted to have his ride, naked, high, and sexually engaging.
	After drifting thru his meal he paid the check and moseyed out to his 1965 panel truck (he would later acquire the 1950 beer deliver panel truck).  After getting in he just there; confused, horny, confused, full of a good diner meal, horny, and confused.
	A family had assembled outside mingling with another family.  There were many children in various ages.  None got Andy’s attention more than the cute little five year old running amok, doing cartwheels (and exposing her nice white panties.)  Older boys were also attentive.
	‘I bet you’d like to stick it to her!’ Andy thought to himself.
	The older boy was twelve and he looked like he was lusting.
	Andy was “lusting”, too.
	He doubted he could actually fuck the little girl, but humping against her was a definitely possible maybe.  Definitely.  Possibly.  His thoughts went rampant.  He thought of Shannon.  Although he hadn’t penetrate HER, he had pleasure from what he had done.  The little five year old good give equal pleasure.
	And then there was the boy.  He was dressed nice, as were the two families—church folk.  It was a Wednesday night and so there were services somewhere in the small town.

	‘Wish you would come over here and do a cartwheel.’ Andy thought massaging himself and very nearly creaming himself as he thought so hard.
	To his surprise the little girl did!
	He got a nice look of the girl’s tight fitting powder blue panties—and it was a good thing Andy was leaning against his truck—his hard-on would have definitely been seen by all.
	Once the little girl was standing on her feet, she looked around; her short sassy brown hair was all mused up.  Such a bright little face!  Andy wanted so desperately to fuck it!  He saw himself humping her face, his cock up along her nose with his balls in her mouth!  Oh!

*

	He wasn’t sure how it happened; but, his “will” was cumming true.
	Maybe it had something to do with that alien encounter.
	He wasn’t sure about that, either.  But,
	But just some miles away in his ride were the five year old cutie pie, Kassie, and family friend, Karl.  Karl was twelve and he was right on the beginning of sexual awareness.  Of himself he was having “sudden” erections—helped along by the presence of girls.  Girls of all ages, it didn’t matter—twelve, ten, thirteen, five—whatever.  A girl was a girl; she was pretty—he was hard.  She had a nice ass—he was hard.  She farted—he was hard.
	Did he like Kassie?  Er, in the sexual way?
	Yeah, he did.  Mostly ‘cause she was the only one who was possible.  There were girls his age—not possible.  They liked him, sure; but as far as the possible chance of getting anywhere sexually with them?  Not possible.  It wasn’t possible with Kassie, either—but there was a remote chance.  Now and then he DID get to see the girl prancing about in her underwear; she did cartwheels and somersaults clad merely in a dress or short kiddie skirt.
	The boy ached to see her naked.
	The boy ached to rub his cock against her.
	Andy had the same ache.  And he saw in the boy that ache and so somehow he wrangled the two into his ride and off they went for some privacy.  He didn’t feel like himself; his mind was still conjuring up images from recent memory—images he couldn’t make sense of.  Images of men being ripped from behind by huge disgusting grunting hiccupping alien slugs!  Images of men laying eggs!
	Images of an alien slug bestowing a “gift” to Andy for retrieving his “eye.”
	A gift.
	A geneses of something that would be forever life changing for the young teen.  Life changing.  Forever.
	Enough thought provoking backwater—on with the show!
	Kassie.  Kassie Sofft.  Long blond hair, heavy bangs, lots of ribbons of the cloth kind forming life-like butterflies.  Soft creamy skin.  A very pretty face with just a little chubbiness.  She was incredibly cute—much more so when he little kiddie dress was hiked up.  Her kiddie panties were snug against her and Andy groaned.  So did Karl.
	‘You’d like to fuck her, huh?’
	Karl couldn’t answer; he nodded in quick nods.  The ache within him was great.  Yeah, he’d like it better if Kassie was a few years older but he would fuck what he could get.
	‘Take your clothes off.’ It was a test.  One of many.
	Karl slipped off his dress slacks, shoes, socks, shirt, tie, underwear.
	His cock could break bricks.
	Andy didn’t know how he was pulling it off—but his thoughts, his commands were somehow convincing others to follow thru.  Cool!
	He stripped off Kassie’s dress, lowered her panties, and felt his cock exploding inside his undies.  Yeah, he’d prefer the girl to be a little older himself.  But he would fuck what he could get.

	There was no “fucking” but a hell of a lot of rubbing.  A hell of a lot of.
	And a bit of a “gay” moment as Andy took note of Karl’s schlong.  He professed himself as NOT being gay—but he was curious.  Karl was, as it turns out, “curious”, too.  With a friend, Karl “experimented” the gay side.  Together, he and his mutual friend discovered mutual masturbation.  They also engaged in “cock fighting”; rubbing their hard dong against the other’s bare ass, spanking, and finally, the ultimate of being essentially gay—cock sucking.  Neither were aware of “up the ass” making their experiment on the gay side complete.
	And it was just “one encounter.”  Both boys assured themselves that they preferred girls.  But fooling around with one another was pretty cool.  Mostly ‘cause it was deemed so sinful, it would piss their parents off, and it was wrong.
	With Kassie naked, both Andy and Karl had seepage on their piss slits.  Andy finally was able to take his eyes off of Karl’s protrusion and continue with his alien gift.
	Hugging the now naked Kassie was first.  The girl’s ass was incredible!  So soft, so luscious, so incredibly delicious!  Cum began spurting out of his piss slit and he had no control over it.  He had no control over his actions whatsoever.  Laying the little one down he began humping, grinding against her innocent slit.  Great squirts of his sperm exploded out of his cock delivering unto himself massive feelings he had never known before.

	How close he came to fucking Kassie.
	Somehow he managed to curb him—and had Karl do the honors instead.
	And as Karl managed his cock in Kassie, those odd feelings of gaydom resurfaced.  Watching Karl’s ass move up and down caused incredible feelings surging thru Andy’s body.  He couldn’t help it but place his hand on the boy’s smooth sweaty ass.  And as soon as he did his cock began spurting.
	Then he wanted to fuck the boy’s ass.
	He wanted to fuck Kassie, cum on her sweet face, poke and prod her pussy and all that—but for some reason he felt driven to butt fuck Karl.
	So he did.

	The hour was late when Andy pulled into the drive.  He sat still in the truck for a long-long while digesting the day’s events.
	Found 3 arrowheads—check.
	Traced petroglyph—check.
	Found alien eyeball—check.
	Alien abduction—check.
	Fuck a little girl—check.
	Fuck a pre-teen boy—check.
	Got the fuck outta Dodge—check.
	Confused as hell—check.
	There simply was too much to think about.  The alien abduction was a biggie.  Did it happen?  Did he see only male members of his species getting sodomized?  Did the men who had been unceremoniously butt fucked lay eggs?  Had he received a “gift” not unlike a most desired EMAD everyone else seemed to have but now he had it “in his mind?”
	Laying in his bed he went over and over the day’s events.
	Then he remembered Kassie’s panties.  Taking the girl’s undies he laid them out on his bed—very muchly did he remember the girl and very muchly did he wish she were there in his bed!  He remembered the cheerleader, and though lo she would be undoubtedly a “good fuck” it was the cutey pie Kassie he most wanted to fuck.
	He couldn’t believe what had happened in his truck.
	Had he really had Kassie—and Karl?
	OMG!  Had he really butt fucked Karl?
	OMG!  Tater Sauce—had he really kidnapped two kids?  For sex?
	OMG!  Tater Sauce, WTF?  Had he really been in an alien space ship?
	Emptying his mind of whimsy—and everything else he went on to fuck the panties that were the five year old Kassie’s.  He thought of nothing else but fucking the little girl; he rubbed his ass as he did so and fell to a blissful sleep.