August Moone
Book 9
Chapter 38
And the Saga Continues
Morals?  Never Heard of Him 

Mary:  “I told him to fuck me like a man.”
Fran:  “What did he do?”
Mary:  “He put his dick up my ass and called me Steve!”

Some people just need a sympathetic pat…on the head…with a hammer.

People come to the house and ask, “Hey, can I use your bathroom?”  I say, “No, go shit in the yard!”

Did you know that having sex burns as many calories as running five miles?  Who the hell runs five miles in thirty seconds?

The Wizard of Oz; transported to a magical land a young girl kills the first person she sees then teams up with three strangers to kill again!

From where we left off
	Later on that night…
	Mallory made way into the kitchen; she had been visited by an extra horny Alex who rocked her world and after quenching her quaking cunny she needed another quenching—thirst!  She found, though, that she was not alone in the semi darkened kitchen.
	“Ahem!” Steven said clearing his throat and letting his daughter know he was there.
	“Jesus, dad!” exclaimed Mallory.
	“Sorry.” mused Steven.  Stifling a fart he switched on the light over the bar; the light in the kitchen was mostly dark save for the stove light, a nightlight, the light on the microwave, and the Route 66 glow-in-the-dark wall clock.  The light from the bar revealed the simple and plain fact that Mallory was going “commando.”  No undies.  And she was wearing a sheer flimsy nightgown revealing this fact.  Her lovely teenage titties bounced and her lovely teenage ass jiggled.  Steven had instant wood.
	Sitting uncomfortable at the breakfast table and Steven eyed his eldest child—specifically her ass.  It was a nice ass, round and jiggly-wiggly.  The thoughts he was having!  Oh!  And of course he had seen her butt bare ass naked, on her bed, friggin’ herself, on her stomach, and of course getting it on with her brother, Alex.
	“What?” Mallory asked taking note that she was being noticed.
	“Sorry, Mel,” he said, “I-I was just admiring you.” ‘wearing practically nothing!’
	Mallory smiled and continued to fix herself up a plate of goodies from the fridge and a glass of milk to wash it down.  She was a skinny gal despite the pigging out now and then.
	Steven fidgeted.
	Mallory noticed.
	On a dare—to herself—Mallory stood by her fidgeting father contemplating her next daring move.  She needn’t bother, though, her dear daddy made it for her!  Slowly he slipped a hand up under her flimsy nightgown caressing her bare naked ass.  The girl tensed, clenched, and knew she was teetering on the edge of a knife.  Fooling around with her brother was one thing—could she do so with her daddy?
	Pursing her lips she inched up the nightgown.  She was giving her daddy a sign.  She felt his hand trembling on her ass.  She waited.  Her stomach grumbled in the most inopportune time.  Then she felt a fart bubble burgeoning.
	‘Oh—not now!’ she whined to herself.
	Steven smoothed his hand about his daughter’s ass—his daughter’s super lovely naked ass that she seemingly seemed to be submitting.  His fingers slipped into the crack—his cock virtually exploded from his pajamas.
	Mallory slipped off her nightgown letting it fall to floor.  It was like in a slow motion—the garment falling and then she herself turning.  Even slower and the girl placed herself upon her father’s lap nestling herself finding his erection burning against her cunny.  At first and her head was bowed—then she raised it to meet his eyes.  She always thought that he had the most excellent dreamy eyes.  But a girl just wasn’t supposed to say that about her daddy—was she?
	Steven lifted Mallory up slightly so as to work albeit clumsily his pajama bottoms down.  He also was going commando and so his throbbing monster found instant solace in his daughter.  IN his daughter.  Mallory’s cunny instantly swallowed his incestuous organ and they began to fuck right there and then.
	When the pivotal moment came Steven hoisted his daughter up placing her on the breakfast table and serious “got after it” knocking over the glass of milk.  He marveled at the snugging of his daughter’s cunny but imagined that she and her brother were probably fucking avidly on a daily or near daily basis.  He didn’t mind.  He shoved all of his meat stick into her sex and rocked on!
	Mallory clung to her father, wrapping her legs about his waist and squeezing as wave after wave of sexual frenzy freaked her out.  She felt a surge of orgasm surging relentless.  The flow was enormous!  And long lasting!  She knew that her daddy had probably cum—but she was just beginning!
	Hearing something break that sounded like a glass, Elyse arose finding that her lifemate was not with her.  No light on in the bathroom.  As her mind settled she knew—he was in the kitchen and had dropped a glass.  She hoped it wasn’t one of her good ones—but probably was.
	Putting on her robe she slipped stealthily down the hall to the kitchen…
	Oh my!
	She was not prepared for what she found therein for there was her husband pounding away at their eldest daughter.  At first and Elyse was mortified, then she saw that Mallory was not an unwilling participant—especially when she called out,
	“Fuck me, daddy, fuck me!”  Oh!
	Elyse held her breath and clenched herself all over.
	“Oh yes, daddy!  OH!  OH!  Ooooooh!  Yeeeees!” Mallory was cumming.
	Elyse watched methodically fingering herself before backing out into the hallway.  She returned to her bedroom flopping onto her bed.  She was in a bad way.  Friggin’ herself seemed to help but still—nothing beat a good hard dick.
	Suddenly she realized that someone was at the door.
	She could easily rule out Steven and Mallory.  Alex?  Jennifer?  Not likely Jennifer (but then again maybe!)  She waited.  Her pussy was on fire.  She had long fantasized about Alex sinking his bone into her.  She waited.  Jennifer wouldn’t watch so; she’d get embarrassed, flustered, something, and back quickly away.
	Alex.  Alex was the most likely candidate.  What was he waiting for?
	“You can come in—if you want to.” Elyse said nervously.
	If it were Jennifer—hmmm  how would that go?
	But it wasn’t Jennifer, it was, in fact, Alex.
	Good thing ‘cause Jennifer didn’t have a dick and Alex did!
	Elyse waited on the bed supporting herself upright on her elbows.  There wasn’t much light in the room but enough for her to see her son, naked, with an erection leading the way.
	“Mmmmm, let’s not waste that!” Elyse said hungrily feasting on Alex’s schlong.  The boy sheepishly made his way to his mother’s bed—his cock leading the way.  His mother’s eyes feasted-feasted-feasted upon the pulsing prong.
	“Oh my God!  Alex!” his mother almost shouted as his cock entered her.
	Alex didn’t want to come off as a boob and shoot his wad too soon—but he felt his load exploding as soon as he made full entry.  He was distracted in his mind, body, and soul as he began pumping.  He was fucking—fucking his mother!
	Awesome!
	There was elation to be sure but also quandary.
	Then the presence of super good feelings erupted within washing away all thoughts of whimsy—and everything else.  All there was was to fuck.  Alex was cool with that.  Very cool.
	
Sudden rambling ramblings of a disturbed mind

*Take note; every event that has taken place in this universe has led you to this moment.  Every star exploding, every planet colliding, every molecule combining, every life that arose, every adaptation, every evolution of every species.  Every death, every life, every thought, every realization, every dream, every fantasy, and every action taken by anyone who has lived.  The real question is What will YOU do with this moment?
My answer:  probably masturbate.

Authorical notation:  really hate getting shit for wearing a sundress.  It’s a nice day  outside here in Camden, and I really like to show off my body.  I could really do without all the rude comments from passerbys, “your legs are hairy” and “you dick is showing.” 

My To-Do List:  1)  Drink some Jameson  2)  Debauchery, rancorous mayhem, madness—sheer madness

Sometimes my mind shuts off and my brain sort of wanders; then it comes back and I turn to my girlfriend saying “I think we should buy a lion and a gorilla.” And she gives me the impression of serious consideration.

I have just one word for women who have low morals, piss poor decision making skills, and will sleep with anyone for a pint.  Hi!

How much dip would a dipshit shit if a dipshit could shit dip?

Ah, pizza’s here!  Back to our irregularly scheduled program
	
Life and stuff
	Things that make you say “all is well with the world”
	The neighbors’ sprinklers were on—that meant it was 4AM.
	He lay in wonderment, his mind fully boggled, his cock and balls sated, all with right with the world.  It seemed like a dream, a fantasy he couldn’t wrap his head around.  Boning his wife had always been bliss and a delight to indulge in.  	But Mallory!  His very own daughter!  There were, of course, wild inappropriate thoughts regarding co-workers’ daughters.  Girls he saw around town, the park, the ballgames.  Girls in short-shorts, girls in cheerleader outfits, girls in swimsuits.
	But his own.  It was mind boggling to say the least.  And she seemed to have enjoyed it too!  That was plus.  That was given that he could possibly do her again.  That was a big plus.  It made him smile—and hard!
	And family revelation came when he saw Alex boning his mother.
	Steven was not miffed or alarmed.  He knew that Elyse had wanted her son’s cock and he had not problem one with allowing it to happen.  He himself was boning their daughter!  (and he liked it!)
	Cool air scented with the neighbor’s wet air wafted thru the bedroom.
	He was restless.  Beside him and his lifemate slept soundly.  Alex had literally “fucked her brains out.”  Would Mallory be up for another go?  He didn’t want to be presumptuous or put himself on her—he was fairly certain, though, that “whenever” dear old dad wanted some nookie she would be willing to submit.
	He found the door to Jennifer’s bedroom open slightly.  He assumed Alex had paid the girl a visit.  Peering in and he could just see her form laying out on her bed—naked!  Her bedroom window was open—but there was a screen in place with security measures also.
	A moment of lingering and slowly he backed away.
	“You don’t have to leave, daddy.”
	Steven froze.  His cock was as rock hard as ever.
	‘You don’t have to leave.’
	He couldn’t breathe.  He forgot how.  Blinking he braced against the door frame; Jennifer sat up on her elbows—waiting.  Steven couldn’t move.  She was naked.  She was his daughter.  She was twelve!
	The family was going to hell.  He was boning Mallory.  Alex was boning his mother—and sisters.  His wife was getting it on with her son.  And he was contemplating full on sex with his youngest.  Tsk-tsk-tsk
	The air was cooled by the sprinklers of the neighbors.  Dawn was an hour away.  Steven found himself very occupied with his young daughter.  They had a good relationship—non-sexual.  They discussed philosophy, philosophers, great books, and things of that nature.  Sex was not one of their topics.
	He sat on the side of her bed.  The ambient light provided gave such an interesting glow to the naked girl.  His mind was in turmoil.  His cock was hard.  What would sinking his bone into her do to their relationship?
	“Dad?” Jennifer asked inquiringly.
	Steven just looked his daughter over.  She was soooo pretty!  (especially naked!)  She wore her hair of golden honey in a semi style of semi curls that hung down to her beginner’s titties.
	“Is something wrong?” Jennifer further inquired.
	Steven smiled to her, shook his head, then slowly crawled onto the bed positioning himself between her open legs.  Then he paused again looking her over.  Was he horny for her because she was his daughter?  Or because she was twelve?  hehehe 
	There were fond-fond memories of fucking his cousins as he fucked Jennifer.  He slowed his pace and took a moment to adore his youngest.  Indeed, boning Mallory made his day.  Boning Jennifer made his life!  Her body was wondrous to him; his hands delicately wandered all over, caressing her sides, her breasts, her breasts, her breasts.
	His cock surged and began expelling vast quantities of cum.
	All thoughts of whimsy (and other) were vanquished as wave after wave of cumulative orgasms all one swept him into a sea of revelry.  The gaiety was immense and intensified by Jennifer’s wrapping her legs about him, clinging to his arms, and affectionately looking upon him adoringly.  Her smile, those eyes, that face!  Steven melted.  His cock had never felt so wondrous!  Well, there was Mallory and the wife.
	As his orgasm waned he lay off to one side of his precious child continuing to adore her.  Jennifer melded into his heaving sweaty body cuddling.  Steven smoothed his hand about her ass fending off the typical male sleep that comes after a rigorous fucking.  Neither spoke.  It was pure adoration.
	But sleep did come—to the both of them.
	Steven awoke with a startle (I hate that) finding Jennifer still sleeping.
	He lay still for a moment; his mind going over what had happened—and what was to happen.  He had fucked not only Mallory but Jennifer, too!  Alex was boning both girls AND his mother!  One big happy horny incestuous family!
	He had to pee.
	Slowly he eased out of bed and made for the bathroom in his bedroom.
	Elyse lay on their bed—naked, sleeping deeply.  Steven paused to linger—but the need to pee prompted him to consider sex a bit later.  He peed, then showered, and continued to think of how life was going to be different.  From now on, sex would be rampant.  That was not a bad thing (well, so long as no one came up pregnant!)
	Hearing some righteous noises from Alex’s bedroom he peeked in finding Mallory with Alex fucking.  They were on their sides and deeply involved in brotherly love.  Naked Steven paused at the open door (no need to hide anymore) and watched them.  Alex patted Mallory’s delicious teenage ass saying,
	“Room for one more!”
	Steven had always fancied himself an “ass” man…
	It would be glorious!  Even more so when joined by Jennifer—and then Elyse!  No one was aghast at the incestuous affairs of sort.  No one minded at all!

A day in the park
	Quail Ridge Park
	Surrounded by elder oaks, some spruce, lots of birch and Chinese elm Quail Ridge Park was a nice park.  Not many outbuildings, one equipment building, one maintenance building, one storage shed building, one set of restrooms.  The park was large spanning an acre with nature trails in and out of the park.  A small river was off to one side, a quaint neighborhood across the street, at one end an empty lot that was a small ball field for the neighborhood kids to play ball, at the other was a small parking lot.
	The Target aka Subject was spotted as soon as she entered the park from the empty ball field.  She was with some other girls; all were Possibles but the girl with the blond hair caught his attention.  There, too, was the tall Chinese girl, the brown haired girl, and the black girl—all potential Possibles.  But first things first.
	Sitting at a picnic table with the woodsy woods behind him, Rain Durange(d) slyly manipulated his personal mind altering toy.  The Subject hung with the other Possibles before making for the one restroom facility.  It was far away from where Rain sat.  He wished his contraption had the Invisibility ability.  It was listed in the Function readout but apparently didn’t work.  Rain had tried to use it many-many times but the unit failed to initialize.
	He imagined regardless the girl copping a squat on the pot—and then further imagined himself in the stall with her.  She had a pretty face and he imagined jerking off cumming on it.  There were other assorted fantasies—all ending with him cumming on her—somewhere.
	The other girls sat down under a large oak just chatting.  There was a volleyball game going on nearby; a soccer game, too.  Some kids were playing with their dogs chasing plastic flying saucers.
	The Subject returned to her friends and Rain waited.
	Behind him and two teenage girls walked (alone) on the nature path.
	There was a lodge pole fence that ran the length of the park that butted against the woods.  The girls were about fourteen years young; a strawberry blond with her hair loosely fanned out clear to her butt!  The other girl had dark hair just to her shoulders.
	They were Possibles, too.  But Rain’s attention was on the primary Target.
	So many girls!  So pretty!  Some were just too pretty for their own good.
	And naïve, too.
	Rain was patient—to an extent.  He waited for opportunity and continued to slyly work the EMAD in his possession.  A slight breeze cooled the air; there were birds twittering, chipmonks chipping and squirrels—squirreling.  The Target/Subject remained sitting with her friends chattering.  Rain waited.
	After a while and the girls broke up their gathering.  Some meandered elsewhere, others left the park entirely.  The Subject and two others went to the fence to continue chatting and looking into the woods.  Rain waited, debated, checked the status operation of his Device; then,
	A woman entered the park from the ball field area yelling a name.
	The three girls at the fence looked and two of them scampered away leaving the Subject.  His lips quivered as much as his fingers trembled pressing sensory buttons on the gadget in his hand.  Distance to the Subject was about 100 yards—just about the limit range of the Device.
	White jeans, a pink short sleeved shirt, bouncy curly sunny blond hair, Rain made lots of assessments about the girl; virgin, naïve, curious, friendly, alone.  The worry, though, was the park was full of peoples.  Not to his liking.  It was a security risk for what he was about to do.  He waited.
	About a minute.
	The Subject lingered at the fence before turning and walking away.
	Then,
	‘come here.’
	The Subject paused.  Her face depicted confusion.
	‘COME HERE!’
	The Subject turned towards Rain at the picnic table and slowly advanced.
	Flat chested—probably hairless, too.  She was pretty and got prettier the closer she got.  Rain made some adjustments to the Device; it had costed him a pretty penny—about a million of them.  Being an inventor of some other devices to help mankind in agricultural got him those pennies.
	‘have a seat.’
	The girl sat down.  She didn’t appear nervous or scared—accountable to the Device’s amazing ability to curtail such wayward emotions.  He wanted her to be herself but also to be controllable.  A fine line there was helped along with the mysterious engineering of the EMAD.
	“How is you day?” Rain asked calmly.
	The girl shrugged, “Not so hot.” she said sadly.  It was her birthday—and no one remembered!  Awful!  Incredulous!  Dastardly!  What opportunity!  Rain hid his smile then made a proposal.
	“Tell you what, sweetie,” he began, “how would you like to make some money for your birthday?”
	The girl, Emily, brightened.
	“How’s ten dollars sound?”
	‘Who do I have to kill?’ was etched on her face.
	Rain chuckled and produced a crisp clean ten dollar bill.
	“For your panties.”
	‘Oh shit!’ now replaced the ‘kill’ face.
	“M-my panties?” the startled girl exclaimed.
	“Yes, and the ones that you have on now.”
	Emily was speechless.
	“I-I think I have to go home.”
	Rain sighed and made sly adjustments to his Device.  More control.
	“You can probably go to the restroom here and take your panties off.”
	Emily looked to the lone restroom building and wasn’t amused.
	“Or,” adding an option, “we can make the trade—in my van!” every pervert (with or without a Device) has a van.
	Emily shrugged, ‘Ok.’ and walked across the park to the parking lot.

	It was a nice van as vans go; big American conversion van fit for carrying a few passengers in comfort.  Tinted windows, superior air conditioning/heating, tv screens, at-the-ready ice coolers for drinks and snacks, plus carpeting, excellent comfy seating.
	What the girl thought about “exchanging” her panties for ten dollars was unknown.  And how readily she accepted the exchange in Rain’s van!  The awesomeness of the Device was—awesome!
	Rain had parked with the back end of the van to the woods—so the sliding door of the van was away from the park view.  As they walked to the parking lot Rain had the girl walk in front of him and going out just passed the van—just in case someone nosey might be watching.  Then he had Emily go between some cars to the fence and make her way back to the van and its already open sliding door.  Rain had gotten into the van’s driver’s seat, switched on the a/c, and waited.
	Once Emily was in the van he had her sit in one of the passenger seats, a captain’s seat with electronic controls for DVD viewing, music, and air.  Rain waited—waited—waited then moved into the rear having Emily accompany him.
	‘let’s have those panties.’ he said to her via the EMAD.
	Emily paused, screwed up her cute face in confusion; then,
	‘like you’re getting ready to take a bath—take off your clothes.’
	Rain watched (with glee) as the girl albeit slowly, undressed herself.
	Off came her pink kid shoes (and ankle sock (also pink).

	Off came her pinkish shirt; she had a beginner’s bra covering not much more than mere lumps.  Both garments fell to the floor.  The girl paused again before undoing her white jeans and pushing them down.  Rain marveled at the marvelous abilities of the Device.  Marvelous!  Pinkish panties the girl did wear—she pushed them down, too, then stepped out of them handing over the garment making Rain’s day.  Rain handed over the ten dollars…
	A moment was taken to look over the naked girl.  Nice.  Very, very nice.
	Slowly with care he caressed her ass, marveled at her lovely naked hairless poon, lightly dragged the back of his probing finger to the virgin slit, pawed her developing breasts, then worked off his own clothing.
	The girl was “aware” enough and began to get emotional as Rain undressed.
	Her pretty eyes of blue bulged and her face screwed up—but she was still controllable and though she was fretting she let out no outburst.  Clenching her fists she stood shocked and dismayed at the naked man before her—even more so when he began fondling herself.
	“Oh my God!  Oh my God!  Oh my God!” she breathed repeatedly.
	Rain smiled, waggled his cock before her, then;
	‘on your knees.’
	Emily breathed hard—thought harder.
	“Oh my God!” she uttered again.
	“Do you know what a blowjob is?”
	The young girl shook her head in the No.
	She had never even seen a boy of any age naked.
	Very slowly the girl went to her knees.  She began to get more emotional; crying, cringing, shaking her head, and becoming petrified as the man’s cock came up to her face.
	“NOOOOO!” she cried.
	“Yeeeeees!” Rain cried back.
	With a hand to the back of her pretty head he pressed his prong against her sweet face.
	“Open your mouth—suck it!”
	Emily defied him keeping her mouth closed tightly.
	Rain poked her nose, pressed his cock hard against her face with his hairless nads against her mouth.
	“Suck my cock, or take punishment.”
	Emily wailed—she didn’t want punishment.
	“I’ll spank you,” he said firmly, “you ever been spanked?”
	The upset girl cried shaking her head that she hadn’t.
	“Then it’s time that you got one!” and roughly pinned the girl to him walloping her ass as hard as he could.  Emily freaked the fuck out; she wailed, flailed her arms and legs about and was a virtual mess.
	“It’s a lot better to do what I want than not.”
	To follow thru with the “suck” command took a couple of three minutes.
	His cock entered her mouth and she immediately retched and gagged.
	Rain held her head with his hands moving her back and forth filling her mouth with the fullness of his cock—then the essence of his balls (cum.)  then,
	As Emily, on all fours, vomited, Rain “took her from behind.”
	Seemed the thing to do.
	Outside the vehicle the girl retched to the point of vomiting.  Rain smacked her ass then noted her pert darling little ass and knew that her asshole would be as virginal as her pussy had been.  He fingered it, kissed it, licked it then poked it.  Emily was a mess.
	After a rigorous butt fucking the girl was cleaned up and her mind dinked with.  That took some doing despite the sophistication of the EMAD.  The girl’s emotions were wrecked and got in the way.  He waited until she was calmer.  Then, while fucking her again, the EMAD was brought back into play to soothe her mind and bend it.  Thereafter when told to “suck it” she did not hesitate OR wretch!  Rain was happy.

Rain storm
	She might as well been wearing panties—the short jean shorts she was wearing were short-short-inappropriately short.  And the “she” was no more than five years young!  Definitely had Rain’s attention.  So did the other girls lingering outside a mini mall’s pizzeria.
	So did the on-duty police officer assigned to the complex.
	Rain was sure that there were off-duty officers mingling amongst the kids; the Possibles.  Regardless, Rain would not be hampered—so he waited.  His thoughts fell on Emily.  He had released her back into the park sending her home—minus her panties and virginity.
	There were soooo many girls; at the park, the pizzeria, the mall, everywhere.
	After a little while and with parental units appearing Rain departed.

“You will never know the true value of a moment until it becomes a memory.”
While we’re waiting for Rain’s opportunity; here’s this snipet for you to enjoy

Venger
	Caught on camera that went viral across the nation and ye the world, a young adult piece o’ scum sucking earth crawler smacked his child in a public place.  And the child wasn’t even his!  His girlfriend and mother of the child was elsewhere in the convenience store and did not witness the assault.  The young boy was running amok and probably needed his butt swatted, but the three year old did not need to be bashed in the face by the adult male now his step-father.
	The young adult male was arrested—but not charged.  The police and DA of the county dragged their feet—dragged their feet—dragged their feet.  The young had no broken bones and was returned to his mother.  The offender returned also.
	“Fucker like that needs to bashed.” mused a minion.
	“I agree.” Then, “Go get him.”
	Venger.  He wasn’t quite right with the world; but then again, the world was not right with him.  He couldn’t fix the entire world so he sought to “fix” what needed fixing around him.  And he had subordinates to help him; i.e. minions.
	The “Fucker” was brought to Venger; the minions had to “convince” him to come along.  Since what Fucker had done had gone so viral he wasn’t well liked and/or welcomed at the local bars but he found one just outside of town.  And the minions found him.
	Tall was Venger, short was Fucker—Tom Hasteface.  Venger wasn’t the “stooping” or bending down kind of man; minions Onion and Chuckles held the bedraggled man up so as Venger had eye-to-eye contact.
	“You—are worthless.”
	“F-fuck you!” spat Tom.
	Venger smiled.  Then kneed the man in the balls.
	“What’s the plan, Boss?” asked Onion.
	Venger wiped the spit from his face and thought a moment.
	“First,” he said wryly musing, “let’s go to the country.”
	Tom Hasteface was thrown into the back of an older ramshackled van; he’s already beaten body and freshly kneed balls kept him from being a problem.  He knew his ass was going to be further pummeled.  Or worse.  Venger led the way in his Jag.
	An hour outside of town and there was a sprawling horse farm.
	The hour was late but Venger was welcomed any time.
	The old farmer met Venger who had called ahead of time.
	A yellow manila envelope was handed over to the old man; he didn’t bother looking inside, nodded to the tall dressed in black, and went back into his home.  Venger, wearing his typical black attire complete with “cape” and black wool hat, watched as his minions dragged Tom Hasteface out of the van.
	“Take him to the barn.”
	The minions, four of them, dragged Tom to the nearby barn—as they had done so “a few times” before.  Old oaks were all about the farm area; the meadows stretched left and right and were deep—filled with horses.  The air was cool as it was right at the five thousand foot level and far from the burgeoning woes of pollution of the city.
	“Close the door.” Venger said—just to make sure the farmer didn’t see anything he shouldn’t.  then,
	“Strip him.”
	Onion and Chuckles not so nicely stripped the man already soiled bloodied torn clothing off, then stood him up again.
	Four horses were in the barn in their stalls.  Venger nodded to his crew and they dragged Tom to one of those stalls.  A mid-size brown horsey was within.  Venger petted him and fed him a carrot.  
	“Set the camera up, Boss?” asked Virus, another minion.
	Venger nodded and a camera on a tripod was set up.
	“Give him some whiskey.”
	Tom was confused and a little nervous—he knew that he was probably going to be killed.
	“Just kill me already, Goddamn it!” he yelled.
	Venger smiled shaking his head, “No, my friend, you are not to die by my hands.”
	Venger spoke was a curious accent, definitely not American.  His hair was well trimmed, he was well groomed, well educated.  He stared at the man contemplating his fate.
	“Set him up.” Venger said.
	Onion and the other remaining nameless minion, Rocky, escorted Tom to the back end of the horse, Kosmo.  The man was stationed on a hay bale and prompted to “fuck”.
	“Bullshit if I will!” exclaimed Tom.
	A swift punch to the backside kidney area from Rocky sent Tom to another world.  He fell to the hay strewn floor wriggling in great pain.
	“Stand him up.”
	The minions stood Tom up.
	“It will go a much easier on you—if you do as you are told.”
	“F-fuck you!” spat the man (again.)
	“Nasty habit you have there.” said Venger flatly—and (again) kneed Tom’s nut sac.
	A nod from their boss and the crew re-positioned Tom behind the horse.
	Tom was no where near having an erection but that didn’t matter.  The “camera” showed the man bucking up against the back end of the horse.  Only a couple of minutes worth and then—
	“Next!” said Venger, “Let’s get on with this—I have an early meeting in the morning.”
	The “next” was Tom standing at the side of the horse, drinking another slug of whiskey then putting his dick against the horse’s dick!  Tom didn’t do so very willingly and had to be “motivated” by a cattleprod.  The moo-moo motivator electrified the young man into performing the deed tasked to him.
	“You sick fucking bastard!” yelled Tom.
	“You have no idea.” smiled (albeit evilly) Venger.
	After only a couple of minutes of Tom’s dick touching the horse’s dick,
	“Alright, that ought to do it.” Venger nodded to minion Onion who promptly zapped Tom with the electrified cattleprod.  The man fell to the ground twitching and blurbbering incoherently—as per the norm.
	“What’s next, Boss?”
	Venger thought with his head back.  Then,
	“Get me a little girl.”

Vengeance is mine—so sayeth the Venger
	Just off the desert highway on a lone dirt road was a remote cabin.
	It was Venger’s cabin and off-the-grid (not connected to any services specifically electricity.)  It was high enough in elevation to be cool; surrounded by trees helped that cause.  The cabin was sparse, not much in the way of furniture.  On the floor lay the crumbled naked body of Tom Hasteface.  He moaned, groaned, and was in a bad way of being in the need of medical attention.
	In lieu of—he was offered whiskey.  Of which he accepted.  Not graciously but he accepted it just the same.  Strong shit, too; 90 proof!  The man drank shot after shot before being handed the whole bottle—of which he tried to throw at Venger.
	The man was weak (and drunk) and his aim was a little off.
	Venger chuckled and sat back in a questionable chair.  He had changed his attire somewhat, ditching the cape mostly.  He still wore black jeans and a black shirt with black square toed boots.  His face was clean and clean shaven, his eyes coal black.  He cared for no one and no one cared for him.
	Tom passed out after consuming a large quantity of the whiskey.
	Venger stretched stepped outside and waited for his minions to arrive.

	The oppressive heat he could do without; despite the surrounding trees the air was warm—mighty warm.  Thoughts began to invade his mind; he shook his head to clear it, then dropped to the ground to do some push-ups.  A feeling of dread came over him; he stood in place to run (running in place) then went to his Jag turning on the radio—talk radio was ok but for the moment with his mind in precarious uproar he switched to a rock station.
	Half an hour later and the minions arrived.
	They brought a little girl—very little.
	Seeing the displeasure in their boss’ eyes,
	“Too young?”
	Venger rolled his eyes and sighed.  Yes, four years young was too young.
	“I would like one that he can stick his dick in.” Venger said holding his anger.
	“Sorry, Boss,” Onion said, “it was a quick grab and go.”
	Venger nodded.  With his eyes closed he began to think—interrupted by a minion asking,
	“You want us to, uh, take her back?”
	“No, but I do want you to try again.”
	Onion and Rocky struck off to “try again.”
	A coyote howled, evening was coming on, a breeze wafted thru the boughs of the surrounding stands of pines.  Venger’s mind was still beset with turmoil he couldn’t shake.
	“Boss?”
	“Boss, what’ll we do with this one?”
	His minions pestered him but his mind was elsewhere.  Sighing, Venger walked away going out behind the cabin.
	When he was thirteen and at his grandma’s for his birthday he was videoing the event—but grandma was not into being videoed.  She warned him not to video her but he did so anyways as he was marking the occasion as special.
	She bopped him—hard.  The “hard” part was not intentional but it happened.
	She didn’t mean it—but Venger, Vincent Vangetti, took it hard.  And from that day onward he despised his grandma and would have nothing to do with her.  She tried to make amends; she sent him birthday cards (with money inside.)  He sent them back.  He was invited to parties and social family events but he refused to participate.
	At length and the old gal past away.  Vincent refused to go to her funeral.

	However, every year on his birthday and on the day of her funeral—he goes to the graveyard to visit her.  The visit consists of spitting on her grave, kicking her headstone, then dropping his pants and taking a healthy shit.  He does!  He makes sure he has a heaping helping of firecracker hot wings and curry to help the cause along.  Then he pees on the headstone and calls it a night.
	For his grandfather he leaves a six-pack of beer and a bottle of whiskey.

	When he returned to the cabin,
	“Get her ready.”
	Chuckles and Virus stripped the little girl’s clothes off; a pretty girl with long brown hair, a short kiddies dress, beautiful brown eyes, very nice face.  She was frightened to be sure but the men were gentle with her—until she fussed and warranted a swat to her ass.
	Once naked the child was poised whereas the drunken Tom Hasteface could stand wobbly with his dick to her face.  The minions kept just out of the way; the camera was set up and rolling and the business of face fucking commenced.
	In the mouth, against the face, his hairy nut sac in her mouth, the works.
	The man drank more whiskey and fell away to await his fate.
	The other minions returned fetching a girl a bit older.  She was nine years young; tall for her age, long blond hair, long limbs, lily white skin.  Venger approved.  She was stripped down and the business of further destroying Tom Hasteface continued.
	With the girl, Clarissa, naked, Tom took notice and got wood.
	Clarissa required some spanking to get her inline with Venger’s plan.  No EMAD was used in this caper.  She was a mess of emotions but curtailed most of those on the threat of being severely spanked and never-ever to see her parents again.
	Tom fucked her mouth and then her face before getting to get into her pussy.
	Naturally and the little nine year old was a virgin.  Tom, though drunk, was enthused with the girl’s nakedness—and youngness.  He was a little clumsy with the penetration but managed just the same and the video camera captured it all.
	Then, after the rape there was the sodomy!
	Tom got into the spanking when the little girl fussed—and that was captured, too.  The man didn’t cum in her pussy but he did so in her asshole.  Then he passed out.
	The minions waited cautiously watching their boss.
	Venger stood up from the chair walking outside.
	“Uh, Boss,” asked a nervous Virus, “now what?”

	Venger knew what he wanted, what they all wanted.  He paused at the door; he wasn’t quite thru with Tom.  Two coyotes howled across the nearby sandy wash; the air was switching from hot-as-hell-daytime to cool-as-frosty’s-ass-nighttime.
	“Do as you wish.”
	Onion, Chuckles, Virus, and Rocky smiled and nodded to one another.  Then they took their pleasures with two girls…

Bob’s your uncle!  (and Nellie’s your aunt, too!)
	“What’s next, Boss?”
	Venger looked out into the expanse of desert as morning came.  He was in deep thought.  Virus and Rocky had taken the two children back to a nearby city.  Tom had a hangover—it was about to get worse.
	From the trunk of his Jag Venger got a small black bag/satchel.  From the bag he produced a large diameter dildo.  It was “life-like” minus the ball sac.  Onion manhandled Tom who was oblivious to his “fate.”  The dildo was slathered up with a generous slathering of superglue then unceremoniously shove/crammed into Tom’s asshole.
	The man went ballistic but was pummeled into submission.  The dildo was set and not to be removed easily.  (well, there is surgery!)
	Tom then was to wait until evening type time before being taken to a desert city’s hospital parking lot.  Close to midnight the parking lot was virtually empty and a mere skeleton crew was on hand.  Tom was found naked impaled with a dildo in his ass—not to be removed easily.
	The police department in his hometown city received a copy of the video showing Tom having sex with a horse and then the two little girls.  A copy was also sent to the local media outlets—television stations three and primary newspaper.  Then, more copies were put in mailboxes of neighbors where Tom and his common law wife lived.
	Damage done.  Tom Hasteface would never be the same again, never see the light of free day, never-ever hit another child in the face.  Venger’s vengeance satisfied he went on with his life and so ends that.

Forecast:  rain
	A tall mostly black horse took a long hard healthy piss.
	Another horse, mostly brown, took a long winded shit.
	Two girls approximately twelve, giggled and blushed as they stood at a fence watching the horse go to the bathroom.  The girl in the turquoise jeans had Rain’s attention—she had a nice ass!  Her long brown hair was all the way down to that nice ass.  Her friend had blond hair curled to bounce on her shoulders.
	The air was scented with horse—and accompanying horse shit.  A jillion horse flies were all about; having conversations about the horses.  The horses, a few, were corralled in a meadow.  There were scents of honeysuckles, wild roses, mint, sage, and heather, and catnip—all overshadowed by horse exhaust.
	A horsey farm it was (same one from the recent story) and there were a few visitors of various ages.  Horse rides were given, children of all ages were given the opportunity to pet the horses as well as feed them.  The two girls of interest (Possibles) had walked away from the others to feed to horses they had come to love.  Girls love horses!
	They still, though, were too close for observation by parental units.
	Rain waited.
	There wasn’t much shelter in the way of hiding or concealing.  Lots and lots of oaks and scrub brush, some gigantic granite boulders but nothing in the way of absolute concealment—especially one seeking nefarious doings.  He waited.
	The girls returned to the farm yard where they mingled with their parents and some other kids.  Then it was observed the two Subjects were put off.  Reason:  they were denied riding their selected horses.  That was because those two horses (the ones they had just been feeding) were too big.  Disgruntled the girls slumped off to the barn—and out the back door!
	Rain followed.
	The Subjects, Leah and Mikala, snaked off around some other outbuildings, behind the farmhouse, and made a long trek around the pasture to the meadow where the horses of interest, Kosmo and Skipper, were.  The girls whistled for the horses and they came.  The girls had treats for their favorite horseys, sugar cubes, carrots, oranges, and apples.  Rain didn’t know what it was with girls and horses—maybe their big dangling dick?
	Maybe.
	By identifying with these dynamic majestic animals, it is said that girls are expressing their own power.  Rain concluded that it was more than power but in line with fascination; the animals fuel a girl’s imagination.
	Horses, dolphins, and unicorns are gateway animals to other worlds.
	To be in control on a galloping horse was a wild feeling he assessed.
	The girl was “one” with majestic animal.  Like a steam locomotive engineer there was mighty power at her hands.  Rain presumed that that was a part of the attraction.  Possibly the same way a man feels about a motorcycle.
	Then, to Rain’s surprise the girls swung themselves up on the horses and rode off!  Awesome!  They didn’t ride fast and hard, just a gentle stroll thru the meadow.  Rain had a tough time keeping up and the wheels in his noggin spun and spun; how to get the girls to himself?
	He wanted them in his van ultimately.
	The girls rode to the very end of the meadow, looked back, then determinately egged their horses up and over the lodge pole fence.  Rain was impressed.  The smaller horse, the brown one, clipped the top rail but went on like the wind.  Rain had to hustle thru the brush and tall grass keeping sight on the miscreant pair as well as keeping “out of sight.”
	Thankfully the girls didn’t go too awfully far—they went a couple of miles between some lush hills.  Beyond which lay an expanse of flat land (and more rolling hills.)  Nearby was a lone cabin—a shepherd’s cabin not currently in use.  Rain remained in the woods thinking.  He thought—and thought—and then thought some more.
	The tall black horse, Kosmo, took a long-long piss.  He lifted his tail, farted, and peed-peed-peed.  The girls giggled and disappeared into the cabin.  Rain fretted—there was a hell of a lot of open area to cross to get to the cabin.  He waited.  Then,
	The twelve year old girl, Leah, came out of the cabin—it had only one door—looked around, then unhitched her jeans and squatted.  Rain was in agony.  He wanted to see her peeing up close and personal—and doing so on the face of the OTHER girl!
	Day was getting on and soon a search party would be out looking for the missing girls.  He didn’t have much time.
	The girl stood up and she paused a moment before hitching up her pants.  The distance was too great for Rain’s mind altering gadget to nab her mind.  Frustrating.  She was chatting with the other girl, eleven year old Mikala—her BFF.  Rain waited.  Fretted.  And then waited some more.
	The girls re-mounted their horses and casually made their way back from whence they came.  Their trek took them back along the trail they had made and to the search party searching for them.  Rain had no chance.  Pissed him off.  The girls were hugged by their prospective parental units—then admonished and had it not been for the small gathering of searchers they would have probably been spanked right then and there.
	Rain ached.  He wanted to spank them!

Desert trekking
	Disgruntled about the miss of the Possibles, Rain struck off for a large department store chain in the city.  Fishing stuff; a new pole, new set of lures, new tackle—the works.  A little fishing was in order.  It had been awhile and he found fishing mountain streams just the ticket for his ills.  To calm his mind, body, and soul—there was nothing better than trout fishing, bass, carpe, and a few ice cold beers.
	After his purchase and was hustling the items into his ride he took note of the young girl in pushing a shopping cart to place it in the cart catcher.  She had to walk across the parking lot aisle from where her mom was fussing with a toddler.
	Already and Rain was in fits; this after seeing a young-young girl about five years young or so, wearing short-short-jean shorts that might as well have been underwear!  The girl fussed with putting away the cart as it didn’t want to go into the other carts and was sticking out and kept rolling away.
	It was hot out; the girl was cute—short red knit shorts, long honey blond hair, about thirteen or so.  Nice ass.  Nice bouncy titties.  A Possible!  A quick glance at the mommy; she was putting the toddler in the family big ass SUV and the toddler was having none of that.
	When the mommy finally got the toddler fastened in his seat—
	“Bridget?” she called out for her daughter.
	“Bridget?” slight panic began to ensue.
	No Bridget.
	“Bridget” sat still in the backseat with the a/c air blowing on her face.
	She was calm, pretty, and stared straight ahead.  The indicators on Rain’s nifty Device were all positive with the “Awareness” level negated—nil, not available.  Not yet anyways.  He wanted the girl to be calm—for now.

	Once out of the city and making for the nearby mountains he had the girl, Bridget, come up into the front seat.  She made the transfer easily enough and after she settled—
	‘Undo your pants—push them down.’ he transmitted via the Device.
	She did!
	Rain sighed—he marveled at the mystic science of the gadget.  He didn’t know who invented the thing but God bless ‘em!  Green tinted cotton panties did Bridget have on; with her red capris pants at her ankles he had her push her panties down, too.  Might as well.
	Her age was thirteen, she looked a little younger—like twelve or so.  But she had nice breasts—and a nice ass!  That blond hair, honey color, was partly swept over one side of her face.  And such a face!  She looked a lot like her mother—who was probably having a stroke at her missing daughter.
	Rain fretted slightly at the security risk; he did talk to the girl and help her shove the shopping cart into the cart receptacle.  That could be possibly seen on the stores parking lot security cameras.  He mind zapped right then and there—up close and personal.  Then, after he walked to his ride he had the girl duck between some cars and a big-big 4-wheel drive truck then up the middle of the parking lot aisle to finally get into Rain’s van at the far end.
	Making some adjustments to the Device he allowed some free thinking, upping the awareness level—but not too much.  This allowed him to ask questions aloud without transmitting via the gadget.
	“Bridget, answer truthfully, are you a virgin?”
	“Yes.” she answered.  She also had a nice voice.
	“Have you ever been molested?” she was old enough to know what that inferred.
	“No.”
	“Have you ever seen your daddy—naked?”
	“Yes.” but innocently.
	“Has your daddy ever spanked you?”
	“No.”
	“Have you seen a boy naked?”
	Little boys, but the concept of what a boy her age looked like naked was a little elusive.
	“Do you want to?”
	Well, duh! That was a given—she was a typical girl and typical girls were curious—about typical boys (who were naked.)
	But she wasn’t ready for sex.
	She wasn’t even fingering herself.
	Well, that was gonna change.
	Lone Rock took a while to get to; a perilous dirt road that wound around some rustic hilly hills, across a dry wash (that at any moment could be inundated with a flash flood from the nearby mountains) and so on.  It was ten miles from the main road.  Nestled between some rock encrusted hills was a rock mound; actually it was one rock jutting up from the ground whereas it had split over time.  From a distance it resembled a whale breeching the surface of the ocean.
	It was a quiet serene place to engage in narly shenanigans.  Sure, there were other places but a case of the heebie-jeebies had Rain seeking someplace remote.  And you didn’t any more “remote” than Lone Rock.
	Once settled, a walk-around, a pee, a downing of a soda—
	“Let’s get those clothes off.”
	Evening type time was upon the area; the desert air was changing from blistering fucking hot to sensibly cool.  Bridget was confused—her awareness level and strange surroundings, and the command “get out of her clothes” the culprit there.  A little encouragement, though, from the handy-dandy EMAD and the girl began peeling off her top and bra.  Her pants and panties were already off.
	Rain took a moment to look her over.
	What a beauty!
	Lovely hair!  A nice form, clean creamy skin, and just a light covering on her virgin cunny.  Rain had her lay down on the floor of the van, legs open.  The girl once more was confused—even more so when Rain began licking out her pussy.  She gasped and tensed up.  Rain licked her cunny—licked her cunny—licked her cunny.  Bridget twisted, groaned, moaned, and peed!  Rain engulfed her pussy whole and drove his tongue into her deeper sending the girl into unknown euphoria she had never known.
	Rain didn’t mind the pee.  He shoved a finger into her asshole—also virginal.  The girl gasped again and was deep into confusion.  Rain was in deep pussy.  Such a nice pussy—nice and snug!  There was nothing like a virgin pussy.  Slowly with deliberation he entered the girl; her nipples delighted him, her face was full of awed expression.
	Most the way in then he pulled out to hump the slit; strongly did he press his prick against her.  Then he pressed his mouth to her delicate breasts sucking on them each.  As he did so he slipped his manhood back into her vagina and got on with the business that was sex (or rape, whatever.)
	Long slow strides and try-try-try as he might he couldn’t keep from speeding up.  It wasn’t possible.  He kissed the girl, deeply and very passionately.  The girl did not reciprocate (but didn’t fight back, either.)

	The sex continued until the end whereupon—you ever get that feeling that you feel that you are being watched?  It’s a creepy feeling.  Rain finished his orgasm.  He came, pulled out and came some more then lay off to one side of the girl to commence with the fingering.  He was about to go at it again when that weird feeling like a low diabetic blood sugar tremor swept over him.
	It creeped him out.
	Then he heard it—the unmistakable sound of throp-throp-throp.
	A helicopter.
	Now what the fuck was a helicopter doing way out in the middle of the desert?  There was, of course, a nearby naval air station—and not too far away in the other direction was an air force base.  Both military installations had their share of helicopters.
	Still…
	Paranoia prompted Rain to cease activities, clean the girl up, dress her, dress himself, and flee the area post haste.  The helicopter was a ways off but it was still too close for security purposes.  When he rounded the last hilly hill he saw flashing lights on the highway five miles away.
	That wasn’t good.
	Switching off the lights he sat for a while thinking.
	Not knowing what the lights were about or the helicopter spooked him.  In the back of his mind he concluded that they were searching for him.  There was no back-up plan so he made one on the fly.  It was a disruption in an otherwise glorious evening.  Gently and slowly (and with the lights off and using the brake as little as possible so as the brake lights would not light up the evening night) he made his way back to Lone Rock and then went a little more off-road.  The van was a family van and not quite up to snuff for 4-wheeling rustic backcountry.
	A flat tire at 10PM was a bitch.
	The oil pan being gouged at 11PM was worse.  Much worse.
	The backroad was questionable at best; ups and downs, hairpin turns, no road at all, and chuck full of pot holes and rocks.  He knew the size of one of those rocks as it was the same size as the one in the oil pan.  From his position he was on the backside of the horse farm—about ten miles or so his best guess.
	There was no way he would be able to get a tow truck out to where he was.
	He would have to hoof it.
	Not in his plan.
	And in the middle of the night?
	No, not a good idea.  There were drinks and snacks so that would tide them over.  When first light came about he would strike out—with Bridget—and make the trek to the farmer.  Go from there.
	It would be a long walk.  Long walk.
	But then again—not so much!
	…for when they had come around a corner of a very large rock resembling a whale humping a sea turtle there were pastures, meadows, horses, cows, a small farm house and a truck!  What luck!
	An old farmer was home tinkering with farm equipment and whatnot.
	After explaining about his van’s calamity the old man readily gave Rain and his “daughter” a ride into the nearby desert town and the auto parts store therein.  Then it was a ride back to the farm and even all the way back to the disabled van.
	It was notice by Rain that the old farmer, a man in his early 70s, eyed some of the young beauties in the auto parts store.  He also eyed the lovelies at the fast food eatery where they stopped for a bite.  Bridget was good with her mind accepting the fact that “Rain” was her dad.
	It took a little doing to get the new oil pan onto the van—a lot of doing.
	Meanwhile, Bridget and the farmer had a nice chat-visit in the shade whilst Rain made repairs.  Caleb was a nice enough fellow—he gave a stranger a ride to and fro!  He was not a horse farmer as much as he was a horse watcher.  He watched over other peoples horses.  The “other” horse farm was some 20 miles further away.
	Once the van was repaired they all returned to the old man’s farm for a bit of refreshment.  The old man, 72, was a bit of a kook.  But likeable and nice.  His home was quaint, filled with good solid furniture and memories.  His wife passed away some years ago and since then he had lived a life of solitude (with the horses.)
	From time to time Suits came to the place wanting to buy the land—to build a community of cabins for summer folk.  Caleb not in the selling mood—but they were persistent.  So much so that eventually they began to become a nuisance and Caleb Ransack found a way to deter them.
	A pair of Suits from some city corporation industry came along to enjoy the countryside and propose a buy-out to Caleb.  He wasn’t interested and since they were about the fourth pair of Suits he was in no mood for the proposals.  And as it happened they wanted to see some of the land they were interested in.  Caleb changed his mood against and agreed to show them the landscape.
	The land in question had been in Caleb’s family since 1879.  Started out as simple farming; corn, wheat, soy, vegetables of this and that—none really played out well and so the land went fallow allowing it to grow into succulent grasses that horses happened to like.  The area was prime for pastures and meadows.  In 1948 horses came to the property and have stayed there every since.
	Caleb took the two Suits to a small lake on the other side of the main pasture and while the two men were looking about discussing the possibilities of cabin placement—Caleb shot them.
	With no one around for miles and miles the shotgun blasts were not heard; and even if so, it was not uncommon for a gunshot to be heard in the mountains.  For a few minutes afterwards and Caleb sat on a stump thinking, fuming and thinking.  It was a rash thing he had done but enough had been enough.
	He walked back to his farm home and slumped in his chair brooding.
	Just before evening fall and he fired up his get-about farmer’s four wheel drive utility vehicle and went to load the two Suits up.  He then motored up a nearby hill where half way up and the utility vehicle began to lumber.
	“Don’t puss out on me now, Goddamnit!” he cursed.  The vehicle managed and soon was at an abandoned mine site.  It was boarded up and Caleb took care of that.  Then backed the utility vehicle 50 feet in to a vertical mine shaft that was also 50 feet.  It was already dark outside so inside the mine was more so.  A lantern illuminated the situation and after taking the Suits’ wallets (and keys to their ride) they were dumped into the mine shaft.
	Caleb snorted, farted, then urinated into the shaft before offering an unheartfelt prayer.  Then he shoveled some dirt into the shaft and muscled a couple of rocks in as well.  The mine already had some Suits in the bottom of the pit…
	A mix of expanding foam sealed the deal.  Once the foam expanded and allowed to set it was as hard as a rock!  More dirt/sand was filled into the shaft then a couple of stout boulders—not for the “just in case” those down under should “come to life” and try to make an escape but to make it look good that the mine shaft only went so far and there were these big ole boulders to contend with.
	Caleb then returned home and come morning—
	Brooded some more about making the Suits’ car disappear as much as he had the Suits.  Firstly he drove to Lone Rock and then a little further but determined that the car would still be too conspicuous sitting out in the open.  There was no cover in the middle of the desert.
	Disappear?  Hmmm A thought came to him and after loading the 4-door modern day car onto a trailer usually for carrying hay he motored to the city 1-hr away.  By that time it was dark again and he went to an area that was “dark” day or night.  A notorious bad area, low income area, non-redneck, some brown folk but mostly black.  A row of warehouses were to one side of the 2-lane road, open abandoned fields to one side and then the freeway that ran thru the middle of the city.
	Caleb released the car, keys in the ignition, windows down, and flattened a tire to make it look as if though it were disabled.  Then he went to a nearby fast food place a couple of blocks away and had late night dinner (using the money from the Suits’ wallet!)  He read the day’s paper and killed about an hour.  Then he cruised back by where he had left the Suits’ car—the tires were gone.
	Caleb then took his 1948 Peterbuilt short-nosed truck to the end of the city where he used to work for 20 years—the potato sheds.  He found the one pub that was open still and took a seat at the bar until closing.  (again, having a few brews on the Suits’ expense.) Then he parked his truck behind one of the sheds he used to work at and slept for awhile.
	A drive by where the car had been left a few hours later—the windows were bashed in, the engine hood was gone as were several easy to get components—battery, hoses, alternator.  Caleb went to the nearby truck stop for breakfast.  He jawed with the truckers, and waitresses, killed almost 2-hrs before taking one more cruise where the car had been.
	Had been.
	It was gone.
	Either it had been towed or “other.”  Either way, it was no longer Caleb’s problem.  He returned home and that was that.  That had been over 2-yrs and no Suits had come to the farm since.

	Sipping some strong lemonade (strong due to the alcohol content) and Rain thought.  He mused at Caleb noting how the man had eyed the girls.  At length and Rain to stretch making like maybe it was time to mosey on.  But instead of making for the door he pulled Bridget to him, patting her backside—then her butt.
	72-yr old Caleb was all eyes.  He fidgeted and Rain guessed it had probably been awhile since the old man had gotten laid.  Rain smoothed his hand over the girl’s butt, patted it, then met the old man’s eyes.  He conveyed “interested?”  The old man looked sweaty; he licked his lips and eyed the young girl’s ass.
	Rain unfastened Bridget’s pants and pushed them down revealing her panty clad ass.  It looked as if though Caleb Ransack melted.  Rain smiled slipping his hand inside the red panties and pushed them down.  The old man in his chair fidgeted gouging the heel of his hand to his aching boner.
	Off came Bridget’s top, bra, and then her shoes, pants, and panties.
	The girl was bent over with Rain spreading her cheeks.  The old man was about to have a coronary.  Then Bridget was turned around to sit on Rain’s lap.  Her legs were spread and there it was—pussy.
	Standing up, Rain fished out his cock and Bridget went to it like she knew how—and she did!  The old man couldn’t take any more and he came over at Rain’s nodding encouragement.  Out of his farmer’s overalls did HIS cock come and Bridget transferred her mouth to his and sucked-sucked-sucked.
	“She’s a good fuck, too!” Rain told the old man.
	After sucking her fill of “old man cock” she was tottled off to the old man’s bedroom where she laid out on his bed.  The bed covers were of the old style quilt kind; everything in Caleb’s house was “old style.”
	Rain pleasured himself while watching the old man fuck the young girl.
	The old man went after it fucking his fill for nearly five minutes.  He slowed up a time or two, pulled out to hump the slit, then plunged back in to finish off.  He shuddered all over as he commenced with the cumming.  Rain hoped the old fart wouldn’t die on him—on Bridget.
	But he didn’t.  He rolled off the girl and lay heaving—still leaving Rain with the hopes that he wouldn’t die.  He sweated a lot, heaved a lot more and made raspy sounds.  It kind of spooked Rain and he had Bridget get herself dressed.
	“You ok?” Rain asked.
	No response.
	“Hey, old man, you gonna live?”
	The old man heaved, sweated, and bits of cum drizzled from his aged cock.
	“I think we better go.” Rain said to Bridget.  They dressed and then amscrayed (made themselves scarce.)

Dinner time!
	With dessert!
	There was no way—no way he was going to trek back the way he had come.  So the road to the main highway and by the other horse farm was the route.  The helicopter buzzing the area bugged Rain and he got a glimpse of the markings on the bird—search and rescue.  Sheriff’s department!
	Once to the four-lane highway and all was clear.  Rain made for the nearby desert town to settle himself and worry about Caleb.  If the old man did die, well, what a way to go!  He pulled into a not-so-busy diner for lunch.
	He found a little more than his burger fare to tempt him.
	Getting away with it would be a neat trick.
	The Possibles here were four.  Two were sisters, two were family friends.
	A neat trick.
	He was amazed with Bridget, his mind device had marvelous re-wired her mind—she was totally oblivious to her previous life.  He thought of maybe going back by to see if old Caleb was still among the living.  When one of the Possibles got up to go to the restroom he forgot about the old horse farmer and concentrated on his Targets.
	The thing with the diner was it was once an old train car refurbished to suit the growing need for patrons.  Except for restrooms—which were located outside.  Rain paid his bill and hustled Bridget out to the van—which happened to be parked right next to the restrooms!
	The setting was as such:  desert; the desert town was with a population of less than 1,000 year round residence.  An old abandoned air port was nearby—like right behind the diner where several air lines parked their old planes.
	Across the four-lane desert highway was a two-track railroad with a rock quarry nearby.  The desert town was a go-between; an hour and a half south and a motorist would be kissing the outskirts of a major southland desert.  Going east for two hours took motorists/tourists to a major gambling resort/city.  North three hours and another gambling meca greeted people that was also a haven for people seeking adventure on a lake, the mountains, and cooler air.
	The diner was somewhat out in the open, right of the highway, some old trees banked the ends of the eatery, there was outside seating on one end, the bathrooms on the other.  A small parking lot in front and on the sides.  To the north side there was nothing—rocks, boulders, and lots of dirt and cactus.  To the south was an empty lot, then a car lot, second-hand store, non-chain convenience store, a bank, fast food chain restaurant, and a truck-stop.

	The primary Subject entered the restroom.  Rain sighed.  The thing with the diner that was noteworthy—no security cameras!  Imagine!  There, were, though, too many peoples.  Not directly outside—too damn hot.  But inside the diner they could easily see any shenanigans on Rain’s part.
	He waited.
	And waited.
	Another Possible came out of the diner and went to the restroom herself.
	Followed by a boy.
	The temptation was enormous.
	Hoping that he wouldn’t be noticed, Rain backed out of the gravely spot he had been in, turned and backed back IN to the spot he had been in putting the sliding door on the right side away from the windows of the diner.  Then, 
	Possible One emerged smoothing out her shirt, wringing her hands, looking “refreshed.”  Nice blond hair, earrings, pert little nose, soft supple mounds, thigh length not-to-tight jeans.  Possible Two paused to chat with Possible One; the boy slipped by the girls and into the restroom.
	A bit of wait—almost too long and—
	Not one, not two, not even three girls but FOUR!
	Plus a boy!
	It was daring.  Very.  And dangerous.  Very.
	All directions could end not well; state police would block the roads at major intersections searching all vehicles.  It was deduced that the chopper in the air was searching for someone missing and he suspected Bridget.  More choppers would soon flood the area with his latest caper.
	Couldn’t be helped—he was obsessed.
	The girls, Katey Nickledumb, twelve, with her sister, Nina, ten.  Then, a girl visiting the diner with her family, Brenda, also twelve.  Then as an appetizer, the boy, Lonnie.  He was ten.  For dessert, a little girl, Ellen, who was four.
	It was decided—on the fly—to make for Caleb’s farm.  Whether or not the old man had expired or not wasn’t a concern.  Rain just needed a place to stow the van, hide it from sight, and then have his fun with the girls.  If the old man was still breathing he, too, could join in on the festivities and probably wouldn’t care the ages of the girls.
	Four girls!  And a boy!  All at once!  Amazing!
	At farmer Caleb’s farm and the old farmer was pleased (very) to see Rain and Bridget—and astonished at seeing the five children.  For preliminary perverted purposes, though, Rain had turned off onto a single wide dirt road just prior to Caleb Ransack’s place.  A few miles along and behind some very woody hills that just over said hills was the “other” horse farm and Rain took his pleasures and mind warping of his cargo.
	From the onset the cargo had had their young impressionable minds zapped into the zone of mindlessness.  They were essentially zombies.  This made them easy to transport and then later easier to warp their minds so as they could be “less” zombie.
	This took some doing—took some time.  Like all night.
	The littlest one, Ellen, wet herself during the trip from the diner to where Rain parked his ride.  His heart was still beating hard with amazement at how he had gotten away with what he had gotten away with.  Amazing!  By the time he was parked in the woods evening was upon them.  There were no helicopters about but Rain still didn’t feel comfortable with having any lights on.
	Little Ellen he stripped down, cleaned her, then fingered her—fingered her—fingered her.  Then he himself stripped down and used his cock to finger her.  Dinking with her mind to enable her to be herself was a neat trick—erasing her past albeit temporarily and easing her to accept the narly nefarious ways of her new life took an hour.
	When done he licked her cunny and fed her his tube steak.  His hands smoothed over her very nice young ass and he very nearly entered her very virgin cunny.  So enthused was Rain that he couldn’t hold back and ejaculated a great mess onto her cunny.  He had wanted to save it for one of the older girls but didn’t make it.  A bit more fingering and then he went onto to the next girl.
	Katey Nickledumb was twelve and had a nice set of beginner’s titties to admire and enjoy.  Rain had a little trouble mind-linking the girl—the lights of the EMAD remained in the yellow with the brain wave patterns not fully captured and thusly manipulated.  Success came 90 minutes later, though.  Rain stripped her down himself, tugging her blue tinted panties down with his teeth.  Exhausted already he took the time to lay his cock against her and hump.
	An orgasm producing a nice healthy mess of spunk some minutes later.
	He hadn’t penetrated her—not yet.
	There was a reason why he normally only absconded away with 1-2 girls.
	He required sustenance—a cold drink and some snacks.  Walked around the van and got refreshed enough to go after Katey’s sister, ten year old Nina.  Nina had also wet herself during the long wait.  That was alright with Rain.  And he found her easier than the others!  Thirty minutes and her mind was re-wired enough and Rain was horny enough.
	After a bit o’ fingering and grinding against her cunny he entered her.
	Couldn’t be helped.  He couldn’t hold off any longer so he didn’t.

	The little girl yelped as he breeched her hymen—and at a mere ten years old she had mounds enough warranting a beginner’s bra!  She continued to make sounds as Rain fucked her.  He wasn’t able to make full vaginal penetration but close counts.  He filled her pussy with his love cream and felt his energy levels plummeting.

	No rest for the weary—or wicked.  Brenda required a full hour to warp while the boy, Lonnie, required a mere thirty minutes.
	“I gotta pee!” announced the boy after the minding treatment.  Rain helped the boy out of his clothes and stood him outside the van and he had his pee.  Nina was asleep as was little four year old Ellen.  Katey and Brenda were escorted out of the van; they spread their legs and had their own pee.
	Afterwards and it was cold drinks and snacks followed by much needed sleep.  With the kids’ minds effectively affected the security concern was low.  The task of warping the youngsters’ minds was taxing and Rain sought sleep—and was not denied.

Down on the farm
	A man staggers into the emergency room with a concussion, multiple bruises, and a five iron wrapped around his neck.  Naturally the doctor asks him what happened. “Well, it was like this” said the man, “I was having a quiet round of golf with my wife, when at a difficult hole we both sliced our balls into a nearby pasture of cows. We went to looking for them and while I was rooting around I noticed that one of the cows had something white in its arse.  I walked over and lifted up the tail, and sure enough there was a golf ball with my wife’s monogram on it stuck right in the middle of the cow’s ass. That’s when I lifted the tail, pointed and yelled to my wife, “Hey! This looks like yours!  That’s about all I remember.” 

A religious cowboy lost his favorite bible while he was mending fences out on the range.  Three weeks later a cow walked up to him carrying a bible in its mouth. The cowboy couldn’t believe his eyes.  He took the precious book out of the bovine’s mouth, raised his eyes heavenward and exclaimed, “It's a miracle!”
	“Not really,” said the cow, “your name is written inside the cover!”

	Two cows in a field were out in a field grazing as cows often do.  One cow turns to the other cow and says, “Moooooo!”
	“Hey” the other cow replies, “I was just about to say the same thing!”

Farm Life
	Farm dead
	Another helicopter had Rain’s attention.  They were definitely looking for someone.  He saw not one but two forestry ranger trucks on fire roads that meandered throughout the area and wondered about them, too.  Being in the company of children not his own gave him cause for concern.
	At farmer Caleb’s farm and the old man’s expression was one of awe.
	And,
	“WTF!?” his smile was a country-mile wide—so was his cock.
	The kids stretched their legs, had refreshment, petted the goat, fed the chickens, got naked.  Bridget was once more on the docket to get royally fucked—this after Nina sucked him.  The old farmer’s eyes were a-gloss as he watched that particular girl undress.  He casually checked out the littlest girl, Ellen, get naked but his eyes were on Nina.
	After the glorious suck job the old man feasted once more on Bridget.
	Rain held the little Nina on his lap with his cock resting against her bald cunny.  Girls Katey and Brenda were assigned to suck-suck-suck the lone boy.  Lonnie liked—a lot!  He, along with the others, had their “awareness” levels just right where they could be themselves but controllable.  This left them confused and uncertain but with Rain’s urging and calm manner in direction they engaged normally.
	Caleb fucked Bridget making a lot of noise about doing so.
	When he had recovered Rain put Katey on him—teaching her how to do the Reverse Missionary.  The young pre-teen really had issues, “He’s like—my grandpa!” which was gross.  She was way confused but Rain’s “magical” abilities put her to riding the old man’s cock.  Rain stood back at the foot of Caleb’s bed watching the old cock slithering in and out of the girl’s cunt.  He had powerfully fucked Bridget quick-like but with Katey he went at it slowly.
	Again and Rain thought that the old man was having a coronary.  He came in great quantities; his hands clutching tightly to the twelve year old’s ass he shuddered all over as the last juts of his orgasm waned.  He mumbled something unintelligible and Rain found himself in need, too.
	His need was sated by firstly ten year old Nina’s mouth, then her ten year old pussy.  Katey and Bridget sat dumbfounded side by-side, shoulder-to-shoulder watching as the strange man in their midst fucked the ten year old girl on the sofa.  Katey was most dumfounded as Nina was her sister!
	After Caleb had gotten his second wind then it was the other pre-teens turn.
	Brenda.  That girl had a long lanky body and a very nice set of breasts.  Caleb eyed the girl as much as he had Nina.  No foreplay, no cunnilingus, not even fingering.  The girl came to his bed, laid out, spread her legs, got fucked.  The end.
	A shower was required of Caleb after the fucking of Brenda.
	Rain had Lonnie fuck the mystified Katey and then they both double penetrated Nina!  Rain went into the girl’s backdoor sending him into a euphoria he had seldom experienced.  Afterwards and he lay off to one side heaving and feeling the need for sleep when a creepy feeling overwhelmed him.  He hated that.
	Looking in on Caleb and he found the old man had fucked his last fuck.
	He had fed his last chicken, shoed his last horse, farted his last fart.
	Damn.
	Well, at least he had gotten to fuck!
	And what bothered Rain the most was what was going to happen to the farm?  Surely more Suits would come and finding the old man had hoed his last weed they would step up their efforts to take over the farm and build their company’s cabin.  That just wouldn’t do.
	A few hours of going thru the old man’s paperwork he finally found the deed.  The old man’s pen scratch was chicken scratch!  No way could Rain copy that (to sign over the deed.)  He needed a professional.  He needed his brother, Cloud.

Cloudy, with a chance of mayhem
	With a chance of perversion
	Passing for 17 (and looking 16) Cloud Durange fit nicely in at Suckemigh High School.  He astounded his teachers with his prose and poetry.  Of course, the theme was not flowers, horses, or rainbows.  Cloud’s poetry featured cars—he was a car enthusiast specifically enthused with 1950s and ‘60s classics cars and trucks.
	With a campus of 2,000 students spanning over four grade levels there were “a few” girls that got Cloud’s attention.  Here’s a couple of those:
	Sallyanne McKreger.  She was sixteen years young, very nice girl, a little on the short side, flaming red hair, lots of freckles, lots of charm.  He liked her—and as a bonus—she liked him!  Cloud had some charm of his own; thick sleek dark hair that was swept over one eye, a swavey gait, and a product of the Devil had the girls swoon over him and the boys be jealous.
	One more of point and Cloud waited outside the door of his English class.  He always got to school early, to get a prime parking spot for his 1955 panel goods delivery truck that was sleek black color with an awesome motor, mag wheels, tinted windows, bitchin’ stereo, and better than any of the other “rides” at the school by far.
	And as it happened, Sallyanne also arrived early—as she often did as her daddy took her to school and then he was off to work at a warehouse nearby the school.  She didn’t mind; she often sat on the bench under the school’s oak tree to do last minute homework or chat with other girls.
	Sometimes she came to wait outside the English class and chat with Cloud.
	The two shared the class that catered to several of the grades for its content not just for a specific grade level English but for writing, speech, debate, and stuff like that there.  This one particular morning and—
	‘Show me your tits.’
	Sallyanne looked straight ahead almost like she was staring thru him.
	Her face was just about expressionless, mouth open a bit, unblinking eyes.
	Slowly, though, she responded by undoing the buttons to her short sleeved simple shirt of blue with flowers all over it.  Once the shirt was undone there was the simple white bra.  Cloud smiled and took over from there, uncupping the teenage delights and fondling them.  No reaction from Sallyanne.
	There was no reaction, either, when he unzipped her pants—which were a little tight.  Although short in height she was a cute girl; nice-nice tight ass, a great smile, and a delightful laugh.  Light blue panties greeted him; diligently he fingered the girl’s pussy thru the panty—finger-finger-finger!  There wasn’t much time before other early arriving students began filtering into the hallway.  Cloud fished out his hardwood wood and had Sallyanne finger him.
	A blowjob was next but there was no time.
	After the class he didn’t see her again until noontime; lunch time.
	She was with some friends but he managed to shoo her away on the pretense of going to the bathroom.  Cloud escorted her off campus to the parking lot; a spot under one of the two trees in the dirt parking lot designated the “overflow” lot.  He didn’t want to be in front of the school at the curb or anywhere where some dumbass official or doo-gooder or looky-loo could see him and his nefarious ways.
	Sallyanne was one of his nefarious ways.
	And with less than an hour—
	‘Take off your clothes.’
	Easier said than done—although the electronic mind altering device he had in his possession was a dousy the Subject’s mind didn’t often follow thru or accept the electronic mind altering device’s input.  It was good enough that the Subject’s mind was zapped into numbness.  Cloud had to undress the girl himself—time consuming.  Shoes, pants, panties, shirt, bra—consuming precious time.
	Expert eyes, fingers, and tongue told him that the girl was indeed a virgin.
	That was cool.
	He licked her pussy out prepping it with his fingers, too, before applying his wood hard woody.  The girl yelped as he entered her.  Her face screwed up and she tensed as he slithered his adult sized manhood into her sex.  He pulled out and humped her cunny, noted the time, then re-entered her, breaking her virginity and getting on with the program that was fucking.

	Busting virgins was Cloud’s thing.  She had two more holes also virgin.  There was enjoyment looking over the naked girl; he liked looking over ALL naked girls of ALL ages.  He loved on her a little more, sucking tit and fingering her cunny.  Instilling into her noggin that she was to like being naughty with him was doable but would it hold?  In the past that hadn’t always rang true and he had to run thru a field to save his life.  Separate story to be told later.
	Time was up.  He dressed the girl—after wiping off his splooge spillage then escorted back onto campus “just in time” for next class.  Cloud didn’t necessarily have to go to class, any class.  He had graduated high school years earlier!  He hung out loosely here and there managing to be in class as he had signed paperwork allowing him to do so.  Cloud had great penmanship and was on his way to be a great forger.
	Documents necessary for him to be legal on campus had been acquired, filled out, signed, and filed.  Doctors’ signatures, parents, former school authorities, all of it neatly passed inspection by the high school staff in the office.  So long as documents looked good then there was no problem.  Cloud had wit, charm, mystique, was cool in the eyes of just about everyone, including adults, and had an EMAD.

	A preacher’s daughter had Cloud’s attention; she wasn’t strikingly pretty but she was a girl.  Long brown hair, kinda shapely, nice butt, great smile, and Cloud had heard her fart!  She had a showdown friend—someone who was with nearly constantly.  And though Claudia was no slouch in the looks department it was the preacher’s daughter, Leighanna who had him mostly.
	Usually and the girl wore typical teenage girl clothes; jeans.  Sometimes a dress outfit if there was an occasion for it.  At her church and she was a member of the choir and sometimes sang a churchy song on her own.  She looked nice and had a little brother, Ryan, who was ten.
	As with Sallyanne, Leighanna also arrived early to school to do homework, socialize, and whatnot.  Claudia was constantly at her side; SHE was in a dress outfit while Target Leighanna wore light blue jeans, simple tennis shoes, and a light blue tee-shirt.
	Cloud focused his attention—and EMAD on the girls directing them to come to the “L” corner of the hallway they were in.  Up against the wall where a wall locker was supposed to be (but wasn’t) Leighanna was placed.  Cloud caressed her breasts, then her sides, then her butt.  The girl had no reactions of any kind, any sort.  Claudia was much the same—and with Claudia in a dress…
	Up her dress lifting it enough to see her powder blue panties and Cloud was a happy guy!  Gently he pulled the garment down to get an eyeful of her goodie box—it was lightly concealed by fuzz and appeared to be virginal.
	Back to Leighanna.
	‘Undo your pants.’
	Leighanna undone her pants and followed thru with pushing them down revealing bikini style red cotton panties.  A bit o’ fingering and then he himself lowered the underwear eyeing the delightful bounty.  It appeared virginal.  More fingering and then he stood to haul out his adult sized manstick whereupon he gouged it against the teen’s pussy.
	Time was against him, though, so he hurried with his business inputting the notion to meet him at lunch time.  Claudia, too.  The notion insert was twofold; to see if they would follow thru mainly.  They did.  That gave him insight that he could possibly insert “other” notions.
	While in his ’55 panel and IN Leighanna’s pussy he got needful information—like was there any hanky and or panky between herself and her brother.  There was not.  They had, of course, engaged in touchy-feely but nothing more drastic or incestuous than that.  Of boyfriends she had masturbated one suitor and he had fingered her—plus sucked on her titties.  They had both gone skinny dipping but no sexual encounters followed.
	After defusing the girl’s cunny he languished a bit thinking.
	‘Have your brother—shave your pussy!’ that was for starters.
	‘Suck his dick then have him fuck you.’  All on the bathroom floor!

	The following day and there was Leighanne (with her shadow) and she seemed just as normal as ever; almost tight bell bottomed pants, almost tight off-pink top.  Claudia was in tight jeans and a dress top.
	‘Did your brother shave your pussy?’ a curious piqued mind wanted to know.
	“Yes.”
	Cloud put her up against the wall (same wall where a locker was missing), got her pants down, and admired the truth—the hairless pussy.
	‘Did you suck him?’
	“Yes.” she answered.
	‘Did you two—fuck?’
	“Yes.”
	Cloud was enthused—more than enthused.  He was elated!
	In his ride at lunchtime he had the girls naked (again) and took time to get into Claudia.  She was a virgin.  Was.  As he put it to the seventeen year old he eyed Leighanne.  Naked and the girl was like many other girls—a delight to enjoy!  But he imagined her getting boned by her brother!  That delighted him immensely!

	A teacher in her 4rth grade class asks student Johnny (aka Little Johnny) what he wanted to be when he grew up.  His response:
	“I want to be a Marine pilot; then, become a millionaire and go to the finest clubs the world over; get me a big-big yacht and sail to all the best ports and PAR-TAY all night!  Then get me the finest ‘ho, give her a Maserati and a platinum credit card she don’t have to pay back all the while banging her like a loose screen door in a hurricane!  That’s what I want to be when I grow up.” (me too!)
	The teacher decided not to acknowledge Johnny’s response and asked the same question of Sally—“What do you want to be when you grow up?”  Sally’s response:  “I want to be Johnny’s ‘ho!”  (me too!)

A little heaven (in a little parking lot)
	Sometime later, after high school, some college, and Cloud was doing some electrical work for a church.  He attended this church but for a completely esoteric reason not religious.  There was a more nefarious reasoning than seeking a Higher Enlightenment.  Like this for example:
	Wendy Chang
	Wendy Chang was tall, slender, and Chinese.  She was friendly, outgoing, and an avid church person.  She worked in a couple of classes for this particular church; young marrieds and singles.  Her husband was also tall, very lean, and not Chinese.  They had two children, twelve year old Brittany and ten year old Shane.
	Church business, enhancing the television and audio in one of the rooms Wendy taught in.  They discussed this impromptued meeting on an off-day in the overflow parking lot “C”.  A sunny day, under the shade of one of the few trees left in the parking area.
	As Wendy yapped about what she wanted (in a nice way) Cloud worked his magic (electronically speaking.)  He eyed the kids in the backseat of Wendy’s large American sedan.  Slowly he got a little closer to Wendy—a little closer—a lot closer.  He was invading her space whereupon there WAS no space between them!  Then he embraced her which for the most part seemed normal enough—like old friends hugging.  Then,
	Cloud’s hands dropped down to cop a feel of her ass.  This day and Wendy was in a loose fitting blue dress; almost to the knees.  Cloud felt of her ass, squeezed her body to his, then slipped his hands up under the dress.  Shane was oblivious but daughter Brittany saw.  Her eyes bulged and she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.  The disbelief continued as she saw her mom begin fondling Cloud’s crotch.  Then young Brittany was stunned when her mom brought out of Cloud’s pants his penis!
	 “MOM!” the girl almost yelled, “What are you doing!?” she was in near panic.  Cloud was in near orgasm.
	Wendy paid no attention to her daughter and instead began playing with Cloud’s dick.  She masturbated him, fondled his balls, and masturbated him.  At length and Cloud made way into his ’55 panel truck, laying down on the extra cushiony shag carpeting.  There he shucked his pants and underwear and as Wendy crawled to settle on his stern member her semi tight dress was lifted off.  Her bra and panties were slipped off nextly and young Brittany was out of her mind—along with her brother who was crying but didn’t know why.
	Cloud eased into the Chinese woman’s cunt—it was a nice fit and she immediately relaxed.  The sign of a “tight” pussy is not always a good thing ‘cause if she is not a virgin that a “tight” pussy is a sign of not being sexually aroused; a “loose” pussy, on the other hand, is a sign of a relaxed pussy and the dick within is doing a good thing.
	Cloud’s dick was doing “a good thing.”  Wendy grunted, groaned, moaned, and experienced a hellacious orgasm—multiple times!  She shuddered and her enthusiasm enthused Cloud!  Gripping her butt he tenaciously engaged sexually with her pumping UP into her cunny until a flurry of love exploded DEEP within her sending her and Cloud into a magical euphoria.
	Brittany and Shane couldn’t wrap their young heads around what was going on.  Shane stared wide eyed getting more of a sexual education than the lame one his parents had told him.  Then, as Brittany continued to wail and be highly emotional and confused—her brother beside her pushed down his pants and underwear.  His little pudling was hard and he steadily began to play with it.
	“OH MY GOD!” shouted Brittany finally noticing, “What are you doing!?”
	The girl’s emotions were too high for her to hear ‘Take off your clothes.’
	Brittany began freaking out, panicking, and breathing hard (and not in a good way.)  Her mother finally came out to the car—naked!  She was speaking to her daughter but again, the young girl was too far gone to comprehend even her mother’s words.  Cloud had to step up the ordeal by using the little emergency button on his Device.  To Be Used In Emergencies Only.  It sent an overwhelming mind burst disabling the mind for an unknown set amount of time.  It depended on the person’s mind.
	Unfortunately the To Be Used In Emergencies Only feature affected all minds in the immediate surrounding area—especially those in the que of the EMAD.  But an emergency was an emergency.  The kids, their mother, all were zapped into oblivion.  It wasn’t quite the way Cloud had planned but oh well.  He brought the family into the panel’s cargo area, stripped Brittan and Shane to their skin, and as he put it to their mother he eyed young Brittany.
	Questions about her sexuality, whether or not she was in the least bit naughty with her brother, herself; had she seen her daddy naked, what she knew about sex (and sex acts) were nullified with her mind blasted.  Oh well.
	Not knowing how long the family would be frapped he finished with Wendy then suckled on Brittany’s young cunny until he couldn’t stand it to be put off any longer.  She was a virgin.  Was.  Cloud’s schlong entered the virgin territory and for a minute or so he slowly progressed into the unfucked area finally reaching that apex where he could no long deny his cock the pleasure and began pumping harder.
	The American Government funded a study to see why a man PENIS head was larger than the shaft.  After a year’s study, and $180,000, it was concluded that the HEAD was larger than the shaft so as to give more pleasure to the man during sex.
	The French decided to do their own research and after a year’s study and $250,000 they concluded that the head of a man’s dick was larger to give pleasure to the woman during sex.
	The Irish not to be outdone made their own study.  They found after a two week study, $75 dollars, and several—several pints of Guinness, they concluded that the reason a man’s dick head was larger than shaft was to keep the man’s hand from flying off and striking him in the forehead!
	Just thought you’d like to know where our governments are spending our money.  In the 1960s, too, the US Government spent $200,000 on determining whether or not you could get high from smoking banana leaves.  Due in part from the song Mellow Yellow.  They never did find out as those making the study were smoking pot…

If she hasn’t kissed you by the third date—she’s there for the food.

Clouds plus Rain equals Storm
	“Wanna go see Sissy?”
	Rain’s mood had soured; he had would have preferred the old horse farmer not to have died on him.  But he had gone a happy death!  Cloud’s writing abilities had successfully made the documents of the farm now Rain’s.  It took a little doing and would have to be properly notarized and then filed with the county.  The boys’ sister just happened to be a notary type person.
	She also owned and operated a horse farm.
	But it wasn’t close—not even close.
	Road trip!
	More helicopters were in the vicinity as they made their way out.
	“What’s with all the choppers?” Rain wanted to know.
	“Oh, they’re out looking for two missing girls.” Cloud informed him.
	Two missing girls?  Hmmm

	The death of Caleb creeped Rain out.  Not a lot bothered Rain but death did—especially the death of a friend.  Of course, he had only known Caleb Ransack a short time but the man had given him a ride (to the auto parts store) and then back (to the disabled van!)  He offered his friendship, his home, and in turn—Rain got him laid!
	Rain hoped he wouldn’t have to deal with any corporate Suits—but if he did, he knew how to deal with them.  He would take them on a tour of the farm, show them the pasture, the meadow, and an abandoned mine…

	“Take the kids on to Sissy’s,” Rain told his older brother, “I’ve got something to check out.”
	Cloud was older but looked younger; Rain was younger but looked older!
	After the dust settled with Cloud’s leaving, Rain moseyed on a firebreak road mindful of how rough it was going to get; he so noted the sign at the beginning of the road entrance—4-wheel drive recommended.
	He went as far as he could then struck out on foot.  He didn’t know why but he had an inkling, an instinct, about the missing girls.  He was wrong, though, after a long, long trek to the shepherd’s cabin where he had seen the girls before he was disappointed that they were not there.
	However, he sighted in on their horses, Kosmo and Skipper.
	The horses were taking their time lollygagging lazily, munching some grass here and dropping a load of recycled grass there.
	“You want to take me to where the girls are?” he said to Kosmo.
	Kosmo didn’t appear to give a shit one way or another.  Some loyalty!  He petted the tall critter, fretted, and only could assume that the “missing” girls were the ones he knew.  Day was getting on; out in the wilds of the hill country was not a place to get lost in.  He ambled back to his ride and had a hell of time turning around—very nearly ripping the back bumper off.  But finally he made it off the perilous fire road and back to the horse farm where Kosmo and Skipper belonged.
	 A small herd of peoples were there; some were official officials, scouts, do-gooders, and worried parents.  Mingling in amongst the growing crowd he learned that Leah and Mikala were so much as missing as they were kidnapped.
	Kidnapped!  Now what you think of that!
	The girls’ parents were well off, above average income, and some schmuck had taken notice of that—and taken the girls for ransom.  He figured that the horses Kosmo and Skipper knew something—but they weren’t talking.  Rain figured himself to be a bit of a horseman but he was out of his league in making them talk.  He needed a professional—he needed his sister!

There’s a storm brewing
	“What’re doin’?” asked Derecho.
	“Peeing!” replied Storm.
	“What’s she doing?” asked Cloud.
	“Peeing!”
	Derecho and Cloud watched their sister peeing on their mother’s grave.
	Derecho nodded in an approving manner and began fishing his cock out,
	“Seems legit.” He scoffed.  Sister Storm moved a little out of the way so as not to get her brother’s pee stream on her.  Cloud looked around, “No one’s watching.” and he proceeded to do same.
	Cloud Durange was the oldest of the Durange family siblings; then there was sister Storm, then Derecho, then the youngest sibling, Rain.  The day was young, not quite noon, and the Durange siblings were at their mother’s gravesight—just an hour after graveside services.  Storm had no love for her mother; the boys were so-so.  They would miss her fried chicken, cornybread, chicken and dumplings, meatloaf, baked macaroni and cheese!  She was a good cook but a lousy mother.
	Other patrons of the funeral had dispersed with some lingering nearby at the road that meandered thru the cemetary.  Storm peed her fill, farted, then remained squatting going deep into thought.  She had no love for her dad, either—a hard ass.  He lay in the ground next to her mother.  As much as she had scorn for her mother it was ten-fold for her father.  But, if it weren’t for her mother ratting her and her brothers out for various offenses in their childhood the dislike she had for her father wouldn’t be so bad.
	As her brothers took their turn whizzing on their mother’s grave Storm recalled an instance whereas she got the wrath of her father—this after her mother once more ratted her out.  Storm and a friend were perusing thru a nudy magazine they had found in the alley.  It had glossy pictures of naked women and men having sex (and doing other things) giving the girls an education.  Storm’s mom just “walked in” on the girls as they lay on Storm’s bed getting a little excited.
	“Dory, go home!” angrily said Storm’s mom, the Queen Bitch of Bitchdom.
	She wasn’t a disciplinarian—she left that up to the dad.
	So Storm (Carol Anne) waited.  And waited.  And waited sitting on her hands knowing what was to come.  She knew it would be harsh—and she would be right.  Her daddy whom she did not adore came home at 5:25 and was immediately informed of his daughter’s infraction.  Ratted out.  Storm’s mother was a stern strict stick-in-the-mud bitch who seemed to relish in having her children disciplined.
	At 5:30 and the bedroom opened and in came the daddy.  He had in his hands the naughty book and asked “Where did you get this?”
	“I found it—in the alley.” she said honestly.
	The door closed—discipline was moments away and was private.
	The boys got disciplinary actions, too; usually they were caught sneaking back into the house after curfew, breaking windows, fibbing, fibbing about fibbing, or caught naked playing with themselves.  Their daddy really wailed on their naked asses then.
	For Storm, after the daddy had looked thru the dirty magazine himself he said, “Take ‘em down.”
	Carol Anne (Storm) pushed down her pants; she was nearly nine years old!
	The first part of the discipline was up against the daddy’s leg whereupon he walloped her ass with a hand as hard as steel.  Carol Anne strove hard not to cry but when her panties were pushed down and she put across her daddy’s lap as he sat on her bed the sting of the abuse was too much.
	The third part of the discipline was laying on her bed, legs back.  Her cute little bare ass already on fire was set ablaze more with her daddy’s dress belt.  By then the girl’s tender ass was already numb but the sting was still ever presence.
	It wasn’t the last time she got the belt.
	Thankfully she had her brothers who consoled her—especially Cloud and Derecho.  They all despised their parents so it was no stretch that when at the graveside and those in attendance made their way somewhere else, fourteen year old Storm decided to anoint her mother’s grave with some of her despise.
	Carol Anne always had a fascination (odd though it be) with peeing.
	Not the bed, that’d be gross—and get her another ass whoppin’.  But she liked to “pee thru her panties” in the backyard.  Usually while her horndog brothers watched.  Wearing her school uniform she would hike up her skirt then piss like the devil thru her panties.  When the coast was clear—meaning no parental units at home, she would stand in the shower and piss up a mighty storm—usually with a brother, or two, or all three! in the shower with her!
	There was a fair amount of hanky and panky amongst the siblings.	
	The boys shielded their one sister from bully girls at school, the park, the neighborhood—and in turn she gave them handjobs and when she was older she gave them blowjobs.  When much older she was spreading her legs (and cheeks!) for them to have at her.
	Back at the gravesite.  After peeing and staring long at her daddy’s grave she noticed one of the attendees standing off to one side, Portia Azdamm.  Her brother, Zeven, was mingling with other guests.
	“What’s he up to?” Carol Anne asked of Portia.
	With a plain unemotional face—“He’s going to set off a stink bomb.”
	Typical; Zeven Azdamm was a prankster and mischief maker.
	Portia was a little more maniacal and devious.  Zeven was destructive.
	Portia was a harvester of souls.
	Both were deviants—on soooooo many levels.
	Both were friends of Storm-Carol Anne and her brothers.
	The girls had met about a year earlier—where after Carol Anne’s father had passed away.  Portia and her brother had transferred to Carol Anne’s school (for deviancy unbecoming students at their former school).  For some reason there was a connection; Portia so noted it and Carol Anne felt it.  Portia noted that Carol Anne didn’t seem as distressed about her father’s passing as someone else might be.
	“He was an asshole.” Carol Anne explained—only this—and nothing more!
	From there on Portia and Carol Anne became friends.  Soon and Carol Anne was invited to come over to the house—the creepy house at the end of Morning Glory Lane.  It was an old mansion in need of repair but the owners were not so inclined to do so—they liked the downhome “homey” look and since they were not a part of the homeowners association—fuck ‘em!  The house set on the other side of the county line and therefore was not any part of any “association.”
	When Carol Anne-Storm arrived for a visit one day, Portia’s mother (a tall vixen with striking beauty) explained, “she’s down in the basement with her brother.)  Carol Anne made her way to the basement, she had been to the house a couple of other times, just for socializing and lunch.  She liked the downtrodden house; it had charm and mystic and a certain mysterious gloom about it.
	The basement was sectioned off; there was a sort of “man-cave” where the Mister/father of the house had his trophies; heads of animals, some statues of animals—very-very lifelike, a shuffleboard, pool table, a full bar, big screen television with comfy sofas; nude pictures of dames from the 20s/30s, an upright piano bar, nude statues of women (also very-very lifelike), and various weapons from swords to machine guns.  Man-cave.
	Beyond the sectioned off area was something of a “dungeon room.”
	Here and Portia was receiving “spankings” from her brother.
	Zeven giggled as he waylaid his sister’s bare ass.  Her panties were at her knees as she lay across his lap.  The girl’s ass was already tomato red; but her actions and facial expression suggested that she was not in any discomfort.  Her arms and legs flailed, she shuddered, and at times she seemed to be in anguish, but then—
	“YES!  YES!  OH FUCKING GOD, YES!” followed by,
	“SPANK ME!  YES!  YES!  FUCK ME, YES!”
	Zeven, born on the 7th hour of the 7th day, of the 7th month, complied with his sister’s wishes and spanked her—spanked her—spanked her.  Followed by her other wish-command—fucked her.  When the sting of his hand got to him he ceased the spanking action, stood up, and fished out his cock.  It was long (Zeven inches!) and ready to commence with the “fuck” command.
	Neither Azdamm seemed to care of Carol Anne’s presence.
	“What are you doing?” asked an inquisitive Carol Anne.
	“Just playing!” announced Zeven.
	Portia, clenching her lithe body nodded it was so.
	Carol Anne gave no indication that she was appalled at what she witnessed.  Portia removed her dress—she ALWAYS wore a dress, usually a black color with some design of one sort or another (usually drab, droll, with a hint of macabre).  She was shorter than most girls in her age group, thirteen at the time.  Her raven dark hair was in tight twin braids, cold dark eyes, deathly cold creamy skin.  She enjoyed the presence of bugs; creepy crawly things, spiders mostly.  She also had a warm heart for rats and bats!  She loathed pigeons and relished in their demise—either by her hand or by her pet ravens.
	Laying out on an old wooden elongated table she spread her legs, fingered her hairless pussy, and stared mindlessly up to the rafters—where her pet raven, Karlos, sat fluttering and watching the proceedings below.  Also a nimble rat, Pinkerton, and a spider, Widow, also pets, defied gravity as they dexterously ran amok the timbers.
	Zeven stripped off his clothes and stood proud with his cock also proud.
	Carol Anne feasted her eyes on the boy’s schlong; she had seen her brothers naked so she was not so alarmed as any other girl might be.  Then the proud fifteen year old made his way onto his sister engaging in little foreplay—that was dragging his seven incher up and down the girl’s quim.  A little poke, some prodding, then he was in.
	Carol Anne moved into a better position to see the sex act as she had always been laying down and unable to “see” what was going on.  She was enthused to see fucking in action.  Zeven entered, pumped, pulled out, humped, then re-entered to complete the act of fucking taking a full five minutes to do so!  Portia came three times!  Zeven twice!
	When done and the boy stepped aside, masturbating with his cock oozing cum,
	“Do you want to join in?” Portia asked.
	Carol Anne-Storm was no stranger to getting brotherly dick.  But she had never strayed from incestuous sex.  But she wasn’t opposed.
	Seeing her semi reluctance or unsureness as how to proceed—
	“Take off your clothes.” Portia said.
	Zeven had a weird face, one of eager anxiousness.  Despite having cum at least twice, the boy’s cock remained ever hard and “at the ready.”

	A pool of mixed cum was on the not-so-smooth table, it was roughly hewn, not finished, and splinter laden.  Portia fingered her fresh fucked cunt; her coal dark eyes glistened in the low light conditions—illumination was by candle and torch light only.
	Slowly and Carol Anne slipped off her shirt, ditched her bra, and stood semi nervous but pushed down her jeans followed by her panties.
	Zeven’s cock grow even more.  Another inch!
	Carol Anne moved to the table and was about to make her way to sit beside Portia.
	“No,” said Portia, “first—”
	Zeven was grinning—and sitting down on an armless chair.  The one he had been sitting in when Carol Anne entered with Portia across his lap.  Carol Anne was already a little nervous and somewhat uncomfortable.  This was really unheard of and way-way out of the ordinary.  And probably not quite normal.
	Shirking her embarrassment, though, Carol Anne made way to the non-sheepish grinning Zeven.
	‘Oh, shit!’  Oh well…
	Laying across Zeven’s lap and Carol Anne could feel the boy’s cock pressing against her stomach.  She had never been swatted by her brothers; she let that task be the sole responsibility of her whacked out spank happy father.  Her brothers fucked her, she fucked them; they peed on her, she peed on them.  They fucked her up the ass, she shoved candles, screwdrivers (handle), and anything “round” up theirs.
	SWAT!  The first smack jolted Carol Anne.  It was regarded as not as hard a smack as her father’s but there was more to come.
	SWAT!  Carol Anne couldn’t hold back the torment; her ass clenched and the sting was very remarkably close to that of her father’s handiwork.
	SWAT!  A tear welled up in her eyes, her hands clenched, and she wondered how the fuck did Portia tolerate such abuse?
	SWAT!  Gritting her teeth Carol Anne found herself at the apex of tolerance and acceptance.  There was a curious thing occurring betwixt her legs—a tingling!  The tingling overshadowed the tingling of her ass.  The sting there was transmitting increased pleasure unknown to her cunny—and she liked it!
	Still sitting on the table and Portia was fingering herself—getting turned on watching her new friend getting spanked—and turned on herself!  The swatting ended; Zeven stood up and had a serious cock more than eight inches!  Without a word from the odd Azdamm siblings (and none from visiting Carol Anne, the guest slowly moved to the table caressing her tingling ass all the while.
	On the table she lay down; her ass was tingling-tingling-tingling making her a little uncomfortable.  However, her cunny was tingling also.
	Then her cunny was invaded by Zeven’s massive cock and Carol Anne thought she was going to come unglued.  Holy fucking fuck!  Her eyes bulged, her nipples hardened, and her young pussy entered into a realm of unknown pleasures.
	“Oh my God!”  “Oh my God!” “Oh my God!” she uttered repeatedly as Zeven slid near effortlessly his cunt pleasing cock into her sex.  She felt her juices juicing as the fifteen year old slithered ALL THE WAY into her.  The pleasure was raised ten-fold when he began to pump.
	A magical realm did Carol Anne enter into all the while she was laid.
	It was a mystical journey she did not know was possible.  Her mind blanked out and Zeven fucked her proverbial brains out.  Did him some good, too!  He came THREE times in five minutes to her two times!  She was way drained—way—and lay breathing heavily, sweating profusely, totally lost in a world of oblivion.  More to cum…
	Portia firstly sucked on her brother’s cum squirter.  She drained him, suckled his sweaty hairless nut sac then—then she suckled Carol Anne!

Oldest child:  I make the rules! 
Middle child:  I’m the reason we have rules.  
Youngest child:  rules do not apply to me.

Sunday morning in a little chapel in the valley.
The vicar is in the pulpit and says, “Who here in the congregation can tell me they have seen a ghost?”
Silence from the congregation.
The vicar then says, “Who here in the congregation can tell me that they have seen and spoken to a ghost?”
Again silence from the congregation.
The vicar then says, “Who here in the congregation can tell me that they have seen and spoken and made love to a ghost?”
A voice from the back shouts out, “Oh, I have vicar!”
“Amos Andrew!” says the vicar, “You mean to tell me that you have seen, spoken to and made love to ghost?”
The man replies “Oh! Sorry vicar, I thought you said a goat!”

Twelve monks were about to be ordained.  The final test was for them to line up, nude, in a garden while a nude model danced before them.  Each monk had a small bell attached to his privates, and they were told that anyone whose bell rang would not be ordained because he had not reached a state of spiritual purity.

The model danced before the first monk candidate with no reaction from him.
She proceeded down the line with the same response until she got to the final monk.  As she danced, his bell rang so loudly it fell off and clattered to the ground. Embarrassed, he bent down to pick up the bell and eleven other bells began to ring...

A farmer and his wife were lying in bed one evening; she was knitting, and he was reading the latest issue of Animal Husbandry.  Looking up from the pages he says to her, 
“Did you know that humans are the only species in which the female achieves orgasm?” She looked at him wistfully, smiled, and replied, 
“Oh?  Prove it.”
He frowned for a moment, then said, “Okay.” And he got up and walked out leaving his wife with a confused look on her face.  About a half hour later he returned all tired and sweaty proclaiming, 
“Well, I'm sure the cow and sheep didn't, but the way that pig is always squealing, how can I tell?”

A horse, a dog, and a goat, walk into a bar(n)
	Carol Anne-Storm and Portia became good friends—you have to after one licks out your pussy!  They spent a lot of time together and Carol Anne met the other members of the Azdamm family; the mother, the father, the creepy seven foot tall butler, the uncle who made an appearance and then quickly disappeared, and the grandma.  She was creepy, too, but friendly.
	Carol Anne fit right in.  She was welcomed and Portia enjoyed her company, she didn’t make many friends as she herself was a little creepy, also as well too.  Didn’t bother Carol Anne, even after one visit and she was introduced to the “other” members of the family—
	First up was Garth, a large boxer-mix, German Shepherd, Collie, boxer.
	A nice doggie who immediately went to Carol Anne’s crotch to give it a sniff.
	“Bad doggie,” said Portia, “ask first!” she scolded the pooch.
	Garth whimpered and sat down staring at Carol Anne—waiting.
	Seeing her guest’s confusion and hesitation,
	“Here, I’ll show you.” And she promptly sat down on an overstuffed chair in her bedroom, spreading her legs.  She pulled her panties at the crotch to one side and Garth went right to her giving her quite the little sniff.  Carol Anne was awed.  More than awed.  Not really shocked or dismayed—just awed.
	“It feels good.” declared Portia.
	‘I bet so.’ Carol Anne surmised; her brothers often gave her “sniffs”, too.
	“Wanna try?” Portia asked.
	Having a dog lick her cunny…that was a new one.  But when in Rome!
	Portia stood up and stepped aside; Carol Anne took the chair, sighed deeply, then, as Portia had done, slid her panties to one side exposing her cunny.  She was in a once-in-awhile dress outfit.  She hardly (if ever) wore a dress and today of all days!  She didn’t know what she was hesitant about OR embarrassed; she had been naked with Portia and—AND Portia had licked her cummy cunt!
	So, fuck it, she slid her panties down and spread her legs dangling them over the overstuffed arms of the chair.  Garth got busy and licked and licked and licked!  Portia slipped off her dress, slid off her panties, then got on her knees beside the medium sized pooch and—AND began stroking his doggie dong!  She did!
	More awe for Carol Anne.
	And more AHHH for Carol Anne as Garth’s tongue action was a little better than her brothers.  The dog gouged his wet nose into her gash sending her into a euphoria she didn’t know possible (just by being licked out.)
	It was quite a sensation; then—
	Portia turned positioning herself against her bed spreading her legs.
	Garth panting, left Carol Anne’s fevered cunny and “mounted” Portia.
	Carol Anne couldn’t believe what she was seeing.  She just couldn’t.
	Garth was not only mounted—he was fucking!  Carol Anne slowly left the chair, got on her knees, and positioned herself whereas she could see Garth’s doggie dong going in and out of Portia’s cunt.
	“Holy shit!” she exclaimed.  ‘what the fuck!?’
	There was no angst about what she was seeing; it was just shock—pure shock.
	“W-what’s it like?” she blurted out.
	“See for yourself.” replied Portia.
	That would be quite an experience.  There was hesitation but—
	Up against Portia’s bed and she poised herself as her weird friend had.  Garth had finished his business of doggie styling Portia and took to the newcomer dripping doggie drool and cum all the while.  Portia helped guide into Carol Anne her pet’s schlong.  Garth then took over and fucked Carol Anne’s cunt until they both exploded.
	Afterwards and Carol Anne lay out on the floor panting and heaving as much as Garth.  Portia made a wavering smile and “went down” on the girl licking her dog cummy cunt clean.  The girls wound up engaging in a 69er all the while Garth sat licking his nut sac.  Carol Anne didn’t mind so much licking out Portia’s cunt—it was different, musty, and not too unlike sucking dick!

	Then Carol Anne was introduced to Azmodan—a 17 hands high pure black horsey.  He was impressive.  In the back yard of the Azdamm home was a small stable house said Azmodan and two other minor horses.  Azmodan was Portia’s horse, they had kismet.  But their relationship was a whole lot more!
	As much as Carol Anne was awed and wowed by the Garth incident, her mind flipped with the Azmodan occurrence.  As stated, the stable was small housing just three horses; there was a large grazing pasture, an adjacent meadow, and a small corral.  The whole outdoors reeked of horse—and horse manure.  But there were hints of pleasantries; morning glories, honeysuckle, and wild herbs.
	In the stall and Carol Anne was introduced to the giant horse.  She fed it some carrots, stroked its massive jowls, cooed at it and noticed Portia slipping off her panties.
	‘Oh, shit—now what?’
	Definition of Erotic and Kinky?  
	Erotic is with a feather.  Kinky is the whole chicken!

	Carol Anne watched in floored trepidation as her friend began stroking Azmodan’s schlong.  Squatting down beside the massive horse she watched up close and way too personal as Portia’s handled the brute’s dong.  No expression on the girl’s face; only one of sheer concentration.
	Soon and Azmodan’s dong was hard and Portia leaned in further and kissed it!  She did!  Then, possibly to blow Carol Anne’s mind even further, she began lolling her tongue about the massive equine dick and did so infacto put the head of the member into her mouth!
	“JESUS!” shouted Carol Anne almost hysterically.
	Success!
	Portia fingered herself sitting back some, “Don’t knock it ‘till you try it.”
	In no way—no fucking way was Carol Anne going to kiss AND or lick a horse dick!  No way.  No fucking way!
	No matter, Portia went on to suckle the whole shaft, sideways.
	Azmodan whinnied, shifted his legs, pranced, farted, swished his tail, and got very-very anxious.
	“Mmmm,” said Portia, “he’s about ready.”
	“Ready?  For what?”
	Portia’s eyes gleamed—a mischievous “up to something” gleam.
	Pulling a nearby bale of hay under the giant animal she positioned herself thereon, spreading her legs, then gliding Az’s cock against her cock hungry cunt.
	‘Oh my fucking God!’

	It was impossible to believe let alone conceive.  Carol Anne had never heard of such a thing (bestiality.)  She was not so enthused to engage in such immoral behavior—not even curious.
	Portia continued stroking the massive dick until finally there was a hellacious explosion of cum.  Horsey cum.  Lots of horsey cum.
	Carol Anne was speechless.  Her mouth dropped (to the hay strewn floor) and she sat squatting totally mesmerized with her head exploding.  Gobs and gobs of horse cum spewed onto Portia’s cunt.  Gobs.  And Portia fingered herself and the goo all the while.
	Finally,
	“That was a good one!” and she seemed elated.
	It was a tranquil moment, spoiled only by Carol Anne’s frazzled mind.
	There was a conveyance from Portia to Carol Anne; ‘wanna give it a lick?’
	She meant “my cummy cunt.”
	Carol Anne couldn’t respond.  She couldn’t move.  In her chest her heart was beating near out of her chest.  She knew her friend was weird but this shit stint went beyond that.  Way-way-way fucking beyond.
	Seeing that her friend was in no way going to participate in horsing around—
	“Let’s go outside.” she said.
	Carol Anne was fine with that—she found that her legs were wobbly, though.  Portia didn’t clean off the mess on her cunt.  She strolled out of the stall naked giving Carol Anne the pause to wonder “Do your parents know what you do?”
	Outside and there was a goat…

The Ponies Prance at the Prancing Pony Farm
	“I see you’re keeping my car clean.”
	“Bite me,” said Storm, “I won it fair and square!”
	“Humph!” scoffed Cloud.
	Rain thumped the 1955 Chevy Nomad; it was candy apple red, big ass mag wheels, thunderous engine, tinted windows, and clean!
	“Hi, Derry,” said Storm smiling at him, “been a long time.”
	Derecho nodded; he kept to himself somewhat, in a world of his own and he preferred it that way.  Cloud and Storm hugged one another, they had a more rapport than that of the other two, but all were close enough.
	“I need you.” Rain said, a simple phone call to his sister got her to drive the 2-hr. drive from her farm.  The tone of his voice told her it was serious.  It was.  Rain and his brothers hung out loosely at the horse farm where the girls and the horses they loved were usually.

	“Ok,” Storm said taking the levity down a notch, “I can help.”
	While Cloud and Derecho kept the working horse farm farmer out of eyesight Rain and Storm wandered into the horsey pasture making their way to Kosmo and Skipper.  They were way-way down at the end of the pastured meadow; the landscape dipped down a bit; there were lots and lots of trees, rocks, boulders, and tall grass—enough obstacles to keep the siblings from being seen.
	A carrot got Kosmo’s attention.  As he munched, Storm applied her “whisper” technique.  Rain fed Skipper and hoped his sister’s talents could lead to the whereabouts of the missing Leah and Mikala.
	A few minutes later and they are all trekking thru the woods on their way to the girls.  The first stop was the same cabin the girls had been to before.  But they were not there but at another cabin IN the woods.  More trekking and an hour later—there was the cabin.

The scallywag
	A man with long straggly hair emerged from the cabin, lit up a ciggy, leaned against the cabin and puffed away.  He wasn’t well dressed, was well clean.  He was a scallywag, a scumbumb.  After smoking the ciggy he turned and barked to someone in the cabin.  Then he checked his watch, lit up another cigarette, then nervously walked around the small hunter’s cabin three times before barking at someone in the cabin.  Then he shut the door fiddling with it in some fashion to make it uneasy to be opened.  There were no window save one at the front of the cabin—but it was grungy as the man was.  The man hitched up his britches and struck off thru the woods.	
	Rain and his sister waited.  And waited—and then waited some more.
	“Well?” said an impatient Storm.
	Rain nodded then slowly traipsed out of hiding to cross the small open clearing to the cabin.  Storm remained in hiding among bushes and boulders scanning the area just to make sure they were alone and the scallywag wasn’t suddenly returning.
	Rain waved to his sister; she scrambled out of hiding coming to her brother’s side.  He was fiddling with the lock/trap; it was booby-trapped but not well.  Rain defeated the mechanism easily enough and opened the door.  Inside on the floor lay Leah and Mikala.
	The girls were ok, sort of—they had been thru a harrowing ordeal and were tussed up good.  Rain squatted looking at the girls; Storm was furious at the scallywag who had kidnapped them and then left them.
	“I’m going after him.” she said.  She had “talents”; fantasy ranger and “other”.
	Rain nodded, “Have a good time.”
	As soon as Storm struck off, Rain eased into the cabin.  The girls had been crying, both had soiled themselves (pee).  They may have thought Rain was there to save them.  Think again!  Still squatting he scooted across the dingy wooden floor; it was a little musty inside the cabin, a little stanky.  Rain looked over both girls and contemplated their fate.
	Leah Tistore was twelve and had a nice set of small palm sized mounds.  Long curly brown hair, brown eyes, and a sweet-sweet face.  Her best friend forever was eleven (but twelve years young in three months!)  She didn’t have much in the way of titties, barely anything.  Mikala had honey blond hair, blue eyes, and a very nice smile.
	Rain stood Leah up; she had peed her self good.  She whimpered as Rain looked her over and then was in shock when the man supposedly her rescuer undone her jeans and tugged them down.
	“NOOOOOO!” she managed to muffle aloud thru the nasty handkerchief about her mouth.  Rain paid her no mind and rolled down her pink panties.  A wavering smile came to his lips.  His hands went to her ass and smoothed over the cheeks before running a finger up her vagina’s slit.
	Leah tramped her feet and whimpered all the more.
	Rain pulled her shirt up over her head and down her arms to her tied hands.  Then he uncapped her breasts and fondled the pair before hugging her and patting her bare ass.  The pretty blue eyes of Mikala widened as she saw the rescuer doing more than he should.
	Standing up and Rain-the-rescuer undone his own pants and pushed them and the undies down freeing his mighty hard schlong.  The girls freaked, especially Leah.  The girl’s breath was taken away and she whimpered.  Rain cooed to her—all the while rubbing his cock against her pretty face.
	After some significant skull fucking, dragging his ball sac across her face he pulled her hair back from the back of her head forcing open her mouth.  Into her open mouth went his throbbing hard cock where he got her to suck him until blast off.
	“OH, YUCKY!” cried out Leah.  She coughed and sputtered as gobs of man juice filled her mouth and was emptied onto her sweet face.  Rain snickered and rubbed his sauce producer all over her cum laden face—then he laid her down on the floor.  There was a fair amount of fussing and lashing out with kicks; but the girl was tussed up and her efforts were nil.
	Rain held her locked ankles up and swatted her ass until the lily white skin was red.  Then he undone the rope binding her ankles, spread her legs, and positioned himself between.  Mikala was in pure shock and much disbelief.
	Leah made a gasp as her virgin virginity was breeched.  She couldn’t utter word one; her ass was on fire and the invasion of her pussy was mind blowing.
	After the act of rape was a done deal, Rain sat back looking the girls over.
	One ear was trained listening for his sister, the other for helicopters.
	Using her own panties, Rain wiped down the girl’s cunny, his cock, then re-entered her for another hellacious fuck.  He still was unable to make full vaginal penetration but that was ok.  As he pumped he leered at the other girl, Mikala.
	Mikala peed herself (more.)
	When done the second time with Mikala he laid his prick against her cunny and humped there before moving her legs up and taking a stab at her equally virgin shit hole.  She didn’t go ballistic as she was already too far gone in shock.  Rain’s cock made headway—but just his head.  That was ok, he moved up her small body to rest his meat stick between her smallish mounds and titty fuck her until ejaculating onto her face.
	Although fairly exhausted he moved to Mikala.
	Like Leah, Mikala wasn’t going for that shit and lashed out with kicks.
	No good.  Rain wrestled with her, she wailed, and wailed more as a reign of swats were landed on her ass.  Although the girl’s jeans were still on the spanking was harsh and near devastating.
	When the jeans were tugged down more spankings were landed and the near devastating experience became devastating.  The girl’s panties were tugged down and Rain roughly fingered her pussy and asshole to his perverted heart’s content.
	Although Mikala was in shock (and horror) she was still able to put up a bit of a fight even managing to kick Rain in the balls.  Her kick, though, wasn’t too hard but it was significant enough to disable him—if only for a few minutes.
	Rain removed the girl’s clothes, unbound her ankles (but not her wrists) and proceeded to spank her until her screams were inaudible.  By then his cock was hard, but his balls were still in mid peril.  But with his hand stinging he stopped the abuse and wrestled the girl onto the dirty cabin floor, spreading her legs, and driving his bone into her sex.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch…
	Ten year old Lonnie stared wide eyed as the two new men assaulted the girls.  Every now and then and one of the girls had to suck Lonnie’s cock.  He kind of liked it but the situation was so bizarre.  Thirteen year old Bridget got fucked the most with at one time both the new men putting their pee-pees into the girl at the same time!  One between her legs where she peed and the other in her butthole where she pooped.
	The other girls, Katey and her sister, Nina, Brenda, and the little one, four year old Ellen, all mostly sucked the men’s puds.  The girl, Katey, was spanked and fucked by both the new men as well as Lonnie himself.  Lonnie also got to dip his wick into the other girls INCLUDING the little four year old!
	Voices nearing the van annoyed Derecho; he regarded it as being a security breech.  Cloud was not so distracted and enjoyed fucking Katey and Brenda.  That wasn’t to say Derecho didn’t as well, but his preference (as with most perverts) was “flat chested and hairless.)  That was the ten year old Nina, sister of the twelve year old Katey.  Little four year old Ellen he messed with, too; rubbing his cock all over her face and pussy.  No penetration but twice ejaculating onto her face and pussy.

Derecho
	From the Spanish; derecho is a widespread long lived straight line wind storm that is associated with a land based fast moving group of severe thunderstorms.  Derechos can cause hurricane force winds, tornadoes, heavy rains, and flash floods.
	From early on his life was just that—a long line of thunderstorms.  Usually by no fault of his own—it just happened.  For instance; when he was eleven years young there was a girl in his 5th grade glass of whom the boys liked.  Not because she was a girl but because she was “one of the guys.”
	She played ball, she climbed trees, she climbed rocks, the rooves of the school building fetching wayward balls and plastic flying discs.  She told dirty jokes and was for all intensive purposes “one of the guys.”  At length, though, this bothered the girl, “Jennifer.”  Her single dad was the one who grew concerned and one day whilst one of the “guys” was visiting he asked of the lad what he thought of Jennifer.
	“She’s cool,” replied the boy (Derecho), “she’s one of us.”
	She could pitch a softball like nobody else; she could scale the equipment building and be on top before anyone important—schoolyard teacher or various other snitches—could see her and/or report her.
	But every once in a while Jennifer did express that she didn’t want to be classified as “one of the guys.”  She was a girl!  She had brothers, three of them, and they kind of considered her a “guy”, too.  Not wanting his daughter to go thru some embarrassment or heartache, daddy Mike “helped” his middle daughter transform.
	On another visit to the home and while Derecho was playing ball with Jennifer’s brothers, Jennifer went thru a transformation that totally like totally blew the boy’s mind—not to mention her brothers.  Mike paraded his daughter out from the house beaming proudly.  Jennifer was beaming also; blushing and twisting her small girlish hands.
	“Whoa!” remarked Derecho.
	“Holy shit!” blurted oldest boy, Barry.
	Middle brother, Shaun, nodded, “What he said!”
	It wasn’t a party dress but more of a Sunday church going kind of dress.  But it was the girl inside it that was the shocker.  Her hair of honey brown was long and shined in the noonday sun.  More shock was to cum…
	As Jennifer stood grinning and blushing, Mike turned her around so as the boys one-two-three-four could see her backside.  Then he lifted the pretty blue Sunday church dress up.  She wore the black dress shoes, knee socks, and typical powder blue cotton panties.
	Mouths dropped, the boys who were her brothers had, of course, seen her in her panties before so it was really no biggie there.  But Derecho hadn’t.  He had his own sister and there were other interactions with girls his age, and not so, but they weren’t Jennifer.
	Mike patted Jennifer’s butt.  Derecho sat dumbfounded on a picnic bench.
	That was a nice ass.
	It got nicer when Mike tugged the blue undies down revealing her very nice tight lily white bare skin ass.  After smoothing his hand in small circles about both cheeks he turned Jennifer around; dress still up, panties still down.  The brothers one-two-three all were looking but Derecho was gawking—and he had wood!
	“See?” said Mike, “She IS a girl!”
	Derecho was speechless.
	Dress down, panties up, Jennifer went back into the house followed by Derecho who got a head-nod to do by the girl’s father.  The girl’s brothers started to go in but got a glare from their father so they continued to play ball.
	Jennifer took Derecho by the hand leading him upstairs to her shared bedroom passing sisters Marie and Susan along the way.  Marie was two years older at thirteen while Susan was a mere seven years young.	
	Derecho looked around the room—it was a girl’s room; not too pink but there was enough.  Also blue and green colors, plush toy animals everywhere, dolls with and without clothes on, and slightly messy with some underwear out in the open.
	“Did you like what you saw?” Jennifer asked coyly.
	Derecho shrugged, “I-I guess so.”
	“You’ve never seen a girl like that?” she asked not knowing he had a sister.
	Derecho shook his head, “No.”
	Jennifer paused just a moment or so before asking “Do you want to?”
	The boy made a thoughtful thought with a quirky smile etching on his handsome young face.  He shrugged again repeating “I-I guess so.”
	Jennifer smiled (“boys!”) and in one fluid motion slipped off her dress over her head.  There was no bra, she didn’t need one.  Derecho stared wide eyed at the girl in her powder blue panties—then he made a quirky wavering smile.
	He liked—a lot!
	Down came the panties and down came Derecho’s pants.
	His tidy whiteys and shirt came off nextly and along so with his shoes and socks to stand butt bare assed naked—with a rail on  Jennifer stared lustfully at his stout erection; she smiled.  It was no stretch that she had seen her brothers naked.  No stretch at all.  She approached the bemused boy, handled his schlong, cupped and fondled his peach fuzzed balls, then—THEN went to her knees and loved on the erection!  She did!
	She kissed the head, diddled her tongue into the piss slit, rolled her tongue about the super sensitive crown, then engulfed the head whole.  She continued to roll her tongue about the precious baby maker, diddled the piss slit, and tantalize the boy to no end.
	Then it was ALL THE WAY down for a full on suck.
	Derecho enjoyed—a lot!  He threw his head back and began pumping into the girl’s mouth; with his hand to the back of her head he enjoyed arriving at the newer level of euphoria.  But more was to cum.  Much more.
	After a few UPS and DOWNS, Jennifer smacked her lips, farted, then moved onto her bed.  She lay back width wise spreading her legs.  She fingered herself and continued to tantalize her classmate.  Unknown to Jennifer, Derecho had a sister and had seen her do the same many times before.  Many times.
	To thrill and befuddle Jennifer as much as she had done so to him, Derecho “went down” on the girl licking out her cunny.  Jennifer’s brothers one-two-three and father were doing same.  Derecho licked, lapped, and drove his tongue into her slit until such time he couldn’t hold back—or hold off his cock’s need.
	Slowly he made entry into the girl’s cunny.  She made a gasp but was not a virgin—not with three horny brothers plus a father!  She wasn’t a slut, either, so Derecho found her cunny delightful to intrude.  And intrude he did!  It was a slow progressive fuck, slow in the beginning then speeding up towards the end.
	A flurry of pumping ensued at the end which was epic.  Derecho had fucked his sister many times and had only recently began to cum.  The first time he had cum was whilst jerking off watching his brothers fuck their sister (Carol Anne-Storm).  The event was traumatic for Derecho, he had never cum before and so having milky white stuff shoot out of his cock mixed with intense pleasure freaked him out. 
	Thereafter, though, he got used to it.
	After exploding his milky white stuff into Jennifer he virtually collapsed on her.  They didn’t kiss—they almost did but their oral union was interrupted by sister Marie waltzing into the room unannounced going to the Jack/Jill bathroom shared by her sisters and brothers.
	“Hello.” She said unhitching her pants and only giving a casual glance at the two naked people on the bed.
	Derecho was a little confused—as he had been from the onset.
	The bathroom door was closed—but why bother?
	Derecho continued to rest contemplating things in wonderment.
	Then Marie came back into the room—naked!
	Holy shit!
	“Mmmm,” she said smiling, “looks good!”
	Derecho sat up; Marie was a couple of years older than Jennifer.  She was hot!  She had boobs!  And a bit of fuzz covered her sex.  There was some shape to her, too.  Derecho’s cock pulsed and leaked a little cum.  Marie came over to the bed and while sister Jennifer watch, sister Marie “sucked.”  She did!
	Derecho was ahed.  ‘What—the—fuck!?’
	With marked talent, Marie slurped on the boy’s dick, lapping up the spillage on his belly all the while.  The act totally like totally blew his mind.  Then, after suckling his fuzzy wavels she mounted him.  She did!  Expertly she guided his schlong into her cock hungry cunt and began to pump.  Not even with his sister had Derecho been in such a situation—reverse missionary.
	It was good!
	Derecho pumped upwards, thrusting with great determination to achieve his nut.  His hands were clamped to the girl’s delicious ass with great tenacity.  And in no time at all he was blasting a fresh hot load of spunk into Marie’s cunny.
	The boy melted.
	“Son-of-a-fucking-damn!” he blurted exhaustingly.
	Marie and Jennifer then sucked his dick again and in walked Susan!
	She was already naked!