August Moone
Book 9
Chapter 40
And the Saga Continues
Unsteady Stream
(of Consciousness)

“Again I say unto you, Go forth and fuck!”
	“Dracula was the first in line and then Wolfman came up next; Frankenstein was doing his stuff by breathing down my neck!  Jump back, make tracks, here cums the Hunchback better get out of his way.  Fee-fee-fi-fi-fo-fo-fum it’s a Halloween monsters holiday!”
	“On a dark and stormy night, much like this one—”
	And on cue the weather outside erupted with thunder, lightning, rain, gremlins, goblins, that sort.  Max Ninehalflives got comfy on the living room sofa with his girl, Samantha.  Outside the weather was weathering up nicely—perfect for Halloween.  There were parties here and there, and over there, but the weather kind of put a damper on that and those parties would be rescheduled.
	So, in the interim, cuddling!
	Max was cool with that; Samantha wasn’t his steady girl, he had no other but she would do.  They were mostly “friends” who had yet to go “all the way” thusly destroying their friendship level.  Max would be cool with that, too!  Max’s parents were away for the weekend (cool!) leaving the sixteen year old in charge of the house and the munckin sister, Allison.  She was ten years young and “somewhere” in the house—hiding.  Mostly like sneaking/spying on Max and Samantha.
	Another outrageous blast from Mother Nature sent Samantha snuggling all the more into Max.  Samantha had had some boyfriends as far back as four years (when she was twelve!)  She was not a virgin—NOT!  Not since four years ago (when she was twelve!)  Max—WAS a virgin.  Amazing!
	All that cuddling and snuggling and virgin boy Max got a boner.
	One of those raging boners that was even evident to Ray Charles!
	‘Damn, boy, you got yourself a boner!’
	It was embarrassing and not a lot he could do about it.
	Well, there was ONE thing—no, TWO things he could do.
	But so far, his relationship with Samantha was platonic.  Not even a handjob!
	Slowly and the two begin to make out; a step up from their cuddling.
	Samantha’s hand moved up Max’s chest, caressed his clean boyish face, then moved down—down—down—dangerously down to rest very-very closely to his burgeoning erection.  Then they kissed.  And at first it was a simple mouth engulfing mouth; hands roaming, bodies meshing in a semi-wild arms/legs akimbo.  This ended with Samantha perched atop of Max’s lap.  She could feel his boner throbbing betwixt her legs.  He was blushing big time; she was grinning and wiggled her body squashing his beef stick.
	Slowly Max placed his hands onto the girl’s butt.
	He hadn’t even seen her in a bathing suit!  He imagined what she looked like naked, though—many-many times.  The girl moved in on him, leaning inward whereas her bodacious teenage ta-tas were unmistakably in his face.  Well!  What was a guy to do!?  He made goofy sounds as he thrashed his head all about between those bodacious teenage ta-tas, then tried to suck on them thru her shirt.
	Another crack of thunder jolted the girl, though.
	“JESUS!” she bitched.  She clung to Max gritting herself all over.
	“How about a story, to calm your nerves?” suggested Max.
	Just when it seemed he might get some—story time!
	Samantha snuggled and Max wondered where his sister was…

 Amok!  Amok!  Amok!
	Unhocus pocus!
	“On a night not like this one, in the middle of summer, two misbegotten children of a deranged family lay waste to their summer camp experience.  There were few survivors; a play had been enacted but the two miscreant children adapted their own script.  After their destructive tendencies…
	“Amanda Buckmoon awoke on a floor.  Her surroundings were strange to her and it took a few moments to get an awareness.  The floor was cement, or something.  It was kind of dark, it was kind of cold.  Amanda was kind of confused.  The last she remembered was—
	“…buildings on fire, sets, decorations, people!  The stench of burning flesh was horrible.  She had never smelled anything so repulsive.  Amanda was from a good family, a well off family.  She wore the best clothes, went to the best schools, had the best tutors, and was a very pretty girl.  Snobby, stuck up, pretentious.  She always most always got the lead in any school or church play.  Long blond hair, well groomed, perfect teeth, perfect body.
	“On the floor she looked up to see exposed wooden rafters.  She heard what sounded like—squeaking?  Mice?  In her wonderment she discovered that she was not only in a strange place on a strange floor—she was tied to it!  As she tried to sit up, to move her arms and legs she found that she could not.
	“What is going on?  Hello?  Anyone there?”
	“There was.  From out of the shadows stepped a girl, almost flat chested, long dark hair in tight twin braids, a skin so white it looked like death!  No smile on this girl’s lips, not much of a form, either.  She stepped into view of Amanda staring her down—which was easy ‘cause the girl was already—down!
	“E-Ellen?” whimpered Amanda, “Is-is that you?”
	Ellen stood with her arms folded wearing a very outdated one piece paisley dress to her knees.  Her face was expressionless.  For a long minute she said nothing as the thirteen year old Amanda struggled in her bindings.  Then,
	“I have a question for you, Amanda Buckmoon.”
	Amanda was confused now more than before.
	“Wh-what?  What the hell is going on here?” she demanded.
	“Do you want to live?” pause for dramatisizm “Or die?”
	All color in the teenager’s face drained away.
	“WHAT!?” she almost screamed.
	“Live—or die?” repeated Ellen.
	“What—the—fuck!?” bitch/griped Amanda.
	“Let me go,” she further said demandingly, “You let me go, NOW!”
	Ellen stepped back into the darkness of her homes basement—dungeon.
	“ELLEN!?” said Amanda.
	No response.
	“ELLEN!” yelled Amanda.
	“ELLEN!” cried Amanda and she began to whimper.
	“Please, Ellen, please let me go!”
	Ellen returned some minutes later and posed the same question to wit Amanda replied,
	“What the fuck is WRONG with you!?” to wit Ellen, never responding, stepped BACK into the shadows.
	On the third return and third time posing the question, an angry (and frightened) Amanda blurted, “Alright, Goddamn it, LIVE!  I want to fucking LIVE you twisted demented freak!”
	Ellen took offense and being dubbed twisted.  She stepped back and disappeared for over twenty minutes leaving Amanda to freak out—even more so when a rat run across her chest.  The pretty girl was in a peasant’s dress as she was in a play about the First Thanksgiving.  To say the least she lost her freaking mind!
	Upstairs and Ellen’s parents, Reginold and Malificent stopped their doing,
	“Dear,” said Malificent, “did you hear something?”
	Cocking his head, “I think the children are in the dungeon, playing with some friends from camp.”
	Malificent smiled and returned to snipping roses whereas only the stems were left; the roses she fed to the man-eating plant nearby.
	“Alright,” said a desperate Amanda, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I called you names.  Now please, PLEASE let me up!”
	“Do you want to live—or die?” simple enough question.
	“Fuck yes, LIVE!  I want to fucking live!”
	Briefly, very-very briefly and there was something—something wavering on Ellen’s lips.  A smile?  Could it be a smile?
	“Fine, then lick my asshole.”
	You coulda heard a pin drop.
	“Say what?”
	“If you want to live,” said Ellen, “you have to lick my asshole.”
	“Go to fucking hell!” shouted Amanda.
	“Been there, it’s not all that cracked up to be.”
	Amanda didn’t know what to say—but she knew that she wasn’t licking Ellen’s asshole!  No way—no how.
	“Then die it is!” Ellen said cracking almost a smile that was visible.
	So traumatized was Amanda she couldn’t scream when Ellen came up with a long curved blade—that was already soiled with dried blood.
	“I’ll slice you up from your stuck up cunt to your stuck up mouth.”
	Amanda choked on her screams; she retched and very nearly vomited.
	Ellen expertly began slicing off Amanda’s clothing.  It was then that Amanda saw someone in the shadows off to one side.  There was a wooden table of sorts there, one one would find in a dungeon.  The shadowy figure was doing something.
	Egad!  It was Ellen’s twin brother, Edgar, and he was masturbating!
	Ellen had sliced off the peasant’s dress and lightly traveled the blade down from between Amanda’s mounds to her virgin bush leaving a thin line that drew a little blood.
	Amanda whimpered and begged.
	“You chose death.” Ellen said flatly.
	Amanda was in high quandary; lick asshole, Ellen’s asshole—or die.
	“ALRIGHT!  ALRIGHT GODFUCKING DAMN YOU!  I’LL LICK YOUR FUCKING ASSHOLE!” nice Christianfuckinggirl.
	Ellen paused with the blade of the katana’s tip right at Amanda’s cunny entrance.  She sighed then placed the blade onto a table in the dark gloom.  Then in one fluid swoop pulled off her goth dress.  Like Amanda, she was thirteen but had a smaller body and much smaller breasts.  She wore a simple bra and panties; the bra dropped to the floor and then she slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y slide her panties down.  Mostly for the benefit of her brother standing offside in the dungeon gloom.
	Then with even more slowness she came to poise herself above the pissed off and terrified Amanda.
	Turning around facing the girl’s body downwards she lowered herself onto her fellow campmate’s face.  Parting her cheeks and wiggled and waggled until her hole was easier to get at.
	“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!” Amanda screamed.  “I CANT FUCKING BELIEVE THIS!”
	Ellen said nothing and waited.
	Closing her eyes the pretty girl from the “very good side of town” licked Ellen’s crapper.  It was clean (thankfully!)  Amanda gave one lick but,
	“More!” said Ellen.
	Amanda felt sick; she retched and caught a whiff of Ellen’s dirt chute.
	“JESUS!” she said gritting her teeth.  She licked again.
	Then again.
	And again some more until Ellen decided she had satisfied the requirements for her “living.”
	“Now,” said Amanda demandingly, “let me up!”
	“That was not a part of the agreement.” Ellen informed her sitting up squashing Amanda’s face, burying her pussy onto the teen’s face before standing up.
	“What?” screamed Amanda, “You said—”
	“I said Live or Die?  I said nothing about letting you up!”
	Amanda was crushed.  “This is a fucking nightmare!”
	“It will be!”

	Just then and the lights went out.  The thunder roared and a deluge of rain poured down on the two story home.  Samantha clung to Max “I so fucking hate this weather!”
	‘I so fucking LOVE it that you so fucking hate it!’ he smiled and fished out of the nightstand the emergency flashlight.
	“It’s cold in here.” Samantha said.
	“I could re-light the fire, or, we could—” he was going to say get more covers to cuddle under but,
	“We could go to your room.”
	Good choice!
	As Max and Samantha made for the stairs, Max reached into a pile of large carnival plush toy animals and blankets touseling the head of his sister,
	“Coming?”
	‘Not yet…’

	In Max’s room the two teens got under a ton of covers; the house’s heating system, the furnace, was inoperable.  The radiator heaters throughout the house were cold—so ample covers were in order on cold dark dreary nights.
	“So THEN what happened?” Samantha asked, “To Amanda?  Did she get off of the floor?”
	Max smiled, suppressed a fart, then continued.
	“Amanda twisted nakedly on the cold cobblestone dungeon room floor.
	“What the fuck do I have to do to get out of here?”
	“Lick my pussy, sucked my brother’s dick, his balls, and HIS asshole—”
	“You’re out of your fucking mind!”
	Ellen said nothing in response but stood nakedly at Amanda’s feet, arms folded, waiting.  Brother Edgar remained partially cloaked in the dark gloom, still masturbating.
	“Your choice, Amanda, lick, suck, lick, lick, or remain on the floor—with the rats.”
	Amanda broke down and began to cry.
	Ellen moved straddling Amanda’s body coming up to her face then squatting down.  She was going to have to force the issue and “help” the girl along.
	“Lick my pussy,” she said calmly, “suck my brother’s dick, suck his balls, lick his asshole, and you not only live, but we’ll let you up.”
	Amanda retched, “This is fucked up!”  pretty much.
	With eyes closed tight she flicked her tongue to Ellen’s hairless cunt.	
	Ellen gyrated somewhat on Amanda’s pretty face, she grinded her sex into the girl and began friggin’ herself until releasing a stream of pussy juice.
	“HOLY FUCKING SHIT!” screamed Amanda, “DID YOU JUST FUCKING PEE ON ME!?”
	“No, that’s not pee.”
	Amanda was clueless.  “Then what the fuck was it?”
	“Pussy juice!” Edgar supplied the necessary information.
	“Pussy juice?”
	“Yep, every girl has cunt juice just aching to be released!”
	Amanda had no idea.
	Ellen eyed her naked brother as he stood now at Amanda’s shoulder.
	The boy’s cock was enormously more than any normal boy his age (thirteen.)  And already there was a glistening to the piss slit!  Kneeling down he waggled his 8-incher to Amanda’s face.  She turned her head away retching and gagging having no inclination to performing the oral portion of her agreement with Ellen.  She pursed her lips and couldn’t not continue.
	“It’s nearly feeding time,” Ellen said sitting on Amanda’s chest,
	“F-feeding time?” Amanda whimpered.
	“Yes, the rats, the bats, and—other.”
	Amanda could hardly breathe.
	“Soon and they will be scurrying all over—the floor.”
	More whimpering and the broken girl rolled her head to one side and took Edgar’s offering.  The taste of his sperm grossed her out—then the rest of the boy’s lengthy dick.  Thankfully it was only a few bobs up and down and then she was onto his hairless nut sac.
	It was musty (but thankfully not crusty.)  She suckled the whole nut bag before the boy straddled her face wiggling his funk hole to her pert little nose.
	“Get after it!” jeered the boy.
	Amanda felt her mind slipping.  She flicked her tongue to the dirt chute and felt bile rising up in her throat.  As she finished—Edgar farted.

	There was no strength in her, her arms, wrists, legs, ankles were zapped of any energy—or so would thrashed the twins right then and there!  Her wrists and ankles were ripped raw of their skin.  She could only sit up after the leather straps were removed.
	“Now let me out of here!” wherever “here” was.
	Ellen shook her head, “That was not a part of the plan.”
	Amanda hung her head, “Who the fuck’s asshole do I have to lick now!”
	Ellen almost-ALMOST smiled.  She suppressed a giggle before saying,
	“You have to let my brother fuck you.”
	Amanda’s incredibly blue eyes bulged near out of their sockets.
	“You’re fucking insane!”
	“He fucks your pussy and asshole, then—”
	“My ASSHOLE!?” Amanda was not in the know about backdoor banditry.
	“Those are the conditions for release.” Ellen said flatly.
	One minute—two minutes—three minutes of self-stammering before the conceited teen relented.  She lay on her peasant clothes, spread her legs, and Edgar licked HER!  It blew the young girl’s mind.  Edgar applied his tongue in an expert way sending incredible sensations throughout the girl’s body she did not know was possible.  She was tantalized into another realm causing her to buck into Edgar’s face.
	Then she thought she was peeing!  (but it wasn’t pee!)
	Edgar sat up with a glistening face of pussy juice.  He was grinning big; his cock was grinning bigger!  Down between Amanda’s legs he positioned his body dragging his cock against her quivering cunny entrance.  The boy made entry, busted the hymen and got busy with the pumping.  Meanwhile, Ellen re-settled onto Amanda’s face.

	Just as Edgar began to cum—Ellen began to pee.
	“Drink it!” demanded angrily Ellen.
	There were muffled screamed from beneath Ellen.  She wriggled and forced her bladder to empty.  The brother and sister locked eyes, leaned in to one another, and began to kiss.  Amanda was totally freaking out—and would have moreso had she been able to see the brother and sister kissing.  But her view was blocked by Ellen’s butt.  She did swallow some of Ellen’s pee—by accident.
	Edgar came in a big juts, pulled out and spilled the rest of his ball juice onto the girl’s cunny.  Ellen leaned all the way down and sucked the boy’s dick plus lapped up the spillage on Amanda’s cunt.
	“Come around and fuck my ass.” Ellen said to her brother.
	Edgar smiled and did as told.  The girl beneath had lost her mind.

	“She may have thought that she was finally being released.  Not so.  Ellen led her up some dingy cement steps that did lead outside, but there was a high brick wall with a spiked topping.  There were some buildings, a small swamp, and the putrid smell of animal poo.  There was a horsey, a goat, a dog, and burning piles of ???
	“This is Toadstool,” Ellen said leading Amanda to the fifteen hands high dark skinned horse.  Amanda said nothing—her mind was just about gone.
	Dabbins was the goat and Mog was the Alaskan Malamute (dog.)
	Ellen and Edgar maneuvered Amanda to her knees where Ellen took her hand having her masturbate Toadstool.  Toadstool whinnied, farted, and liked having his wang played with.  Amanda either knew or didn’t care, she was mindless and jerked the horsey off.  The horse’s spew splashed onto Amand’s chest, her pretty face, and a lot into her mouth; Ellen firmly held the snooty girl’s mouth open while also helping the horse cum.
	Edgar pleased himself and watched in lustful awe.
	Amanda retched and then offered her own spew.
	Ellen fingered herself, looked to her brother and the boy received her unspoken command.  Eagerly he grabbed a nearby bale of hay and positioned it under Toadstool then the mindless Amanda was placed onto the bale.  Then, while Edgar held Amanda’s legs up over the barrel of the magnificent horse, Ellen maneuvered his horsey penis to Amanda’s cunt.
	Ellen seemed locked in some odd manner of revenge.  Amanda was a snooty uppity girl who one hundred percent got her way—mostly and mainly due to her looks.  She could sing, she could act, and was an “A” student all around.  Very popular with the other girls and sought after by many boys, from higher grades including high school.

	It didn’t take long before Toadstool began to jerk and squirt his horsey cum again.  He made some noises, farted, and blew spew.  Edgar chuckled and hammered his own pud until he was squirting.
	“Squirt it on her!” Ellen said.
	The boy quickly hustled to be near Amanda’s head and empty his juice right on her face.  Toadstool had cum a gracious quantity followed by a few minutes later by peeing on her.
	“Ellen had gotten on her knees and took her brother’s dick sucking the life out of it.  Amanda lay on the hay a blithering idiot.  Ellen sucked her brother dry then together they turned the hapless teen over whereas Edgar has a view of the girl’s ass.
	“A little spanking, hard-hard spanking and then Edgar entered the girl’s poop chute.  Whether or not she was aware of that intrusion or not was not known.  Toadstool sidestepped out of the way and Edger “got after it.”

	“Please let me go.” whimpered Amanda.
	“I will.” Eventually.  But first!
	Edgar led Dabbins the goat to the girl still straddling the hay bale.
	Looking over her shoulder she saw the gray and white animal and began shaking her head crying, “Nooooo!”
	Ellen pinned Amanda’s arms behind her back twisting them.
	Edgar led the goat right up to Amanda’s ass that was still bright red from the spanking.  The boy spread the girl’s cheeks and a well-schooled Dabbins “mounted” sending his goaty dick into the human cornhole.
	“Jesus!” said Samantha.
	Max chuckled pressing the heel of his hand to his aching cock.
	After the goat, Mog, the dog.
	“Not the dog, too!”
	The dog, too.
	Not in the cornhole, it was ooey-gooey with goat cum.  Mog the dog got off in Amanda’s cunt.  Then, while he was “locked” into the girl’s sex, Edgar and Ellen wallowed in the dirt a mix of old dirt and animal dung.  They engage sexually and Amanda watched.

	“I have a present for you.” Ellen said to a dysfunctioned Amanda.
	She couldn’t speak, her mind was blitzed.  Back into the dungeon they went with Ellen presenting Amanda with a shipping box about 2x2ft.  With shaking hands and trembling fingers she opened the easy-to-open box and looked inside.
	She screamed a gut wrenching scream seeing the head of her mother.
	(another present box had her daddy’s severed head.)
	“And now,” Ellen said, “I will set you free!” her cold disheartening eyes locked with Amanda’s.  From behind her Edgar bashed her head with a mallet.  The girl went to the floor twitching.
	“Was it good for you?” Ellen said with a whimsical smile.
	“So she’s mine, now?” Edgar asked.
	“Yes.” Ellen said looking at the still twitching girl.
	Edgar picked the girl’s feet up and dragged her off into the gloomy darkness.

	“When nextly Amanda awoke—things were not quite right.  For one, she was minus some body parts—like, from the neck down!  Her head was in a pool of something icky, a two-inch deep pan filled with blood, life giving essence of this and biologic that.  There were electrodes to her head, her head had been shaven, too.
	“She tried to scream but her mouth wasn’t working yet.  Her vision was very blurry but she saw forms she thought she recognized.
	“She’s waking up!” Edgar said eagerly.
	Becky Reniargson fluttered her eyes and also tried to speak.
	Gary Reniargson’s eyes were wide open; his lips fluttered and was also unable to speak.  Gary and Becky were brother and sister and owned/operated the now destroyed summer camp.  Gary could barely move his head but managed to see his sister.  Her eyes were wide as she stared back at her brother; she tried to convey to him to look around—specifically DOWN.
	He did.
	And he began to whimper.
	Like Amanda, Amanda’s parents, his head had been severed.  Edgar and Ellen’s grandmamma was a witch, from the Old Country and she was good.  With potions, magic words, some electronic aid, she kept the heads alive after they had left their bodies.  Amanda was the only one without a body.  Becky’s head now sat atop Amanda’s body.  Gary’s head was on his sister’s body!
	There was still a lot of healing to do before the group could move about on their own.  Gary’s body was not fit for Amanda’s head—anyways, that would have been weird!  Edgar took the metal tray containing Amanda’s head and went upstairs to his room where he would place her on his dresser.  Later on and Ellen peeked in on him finding him, of course, fucking the girl’s mouth.  Of course!”
	“Jesus!” Samantha said.  Happy Halloween motherfuckers!
	Max blushed and wiggled a bit under the mound of covers.  His cock was aching so.  Samantha went for it—finding Max’s hand gouging his boner.
	“Are we having a problem?” she asked.
	“Kinda.”
	“Would you like me to help?”
	Max couldn’t answer as he never expected anything to happen.
	Samantha massaged the boy’s bulge then unzipped.
	‘Oh hell yeah!’
	Samantha griped the outline of the boy’s cock—then—THEN went down on it!  She sucked him thru his underwear.  Awesome!  Max wanted to do something, anything, but he was frozen.  Samantha was in full control.  She squeezed his dick, squeezed his balls, squeezed his heart and soul.
	That was good for a start.
	Samantha pulled Max’s underwear down freeing his stout schlong.
	“My goodness!” she exclaimed—then without further word(s) went down on the dong sucking it—sucking it hard!  Max’s eyes fluttered—so did his heart!  Every inch of his normal size cock was in Samantha’s mouth.  She was awesome!  She sucked and sucked and sucked and sucked and sucked and got a mouthful of jiz for her efforts.  His cock was still after squirting—and remained so and even moreso when Samantha slipped off her top!
	Hot damn!
	Was this going to be the night!?
	A big-big grin was on Samantha’s face.  Her entire face was lit up further enthusing Max’s cock.  Off came his shoes then down came his pants.  Methodically he slipped off his own shirts; outer boy’s shirt, a print tee-shirt (a blazing pumpkin flying thru the night sky with a headless horseman riding it!) then a regular tee-shirt.  His eyes never left Samantha.
	Samantha shucked her own light blue pants, top, print tee of a classic witch saying “When I’m good, I’m very bad; when I’m bad, I’m very good!” what?  A simple tee-shirt she also wore and that was ditched off the side of the bed—along with her pink bra that had a little pink rose in the middle.
	The girl was nude.
	So was Max.
	For a moment they didn’t spoil the moment and merely adored one another.
	Max’s mind for the most part was on fire.
	Samantha took holt of his honker once again, circle jerked it, SQUEEZED it, fingered his nut sac, then slowly moved to place herself on him—specifically that honker.  With precise precision she slid herself down onto the blazing prong.  She smiled (and giggled) all the while.
	When fully seated her brown eyes exploded with fire!
	Max held tight the girl’s butt; his expression was a little difficult to tell; he was calm (but there was fire bursting within!)  His face was calm, focused solely on the girl’s face.  As she moved UP and slowly slid back DOWN his eyes moved to her bodacious hooters.  They were nice!  Samantha continuously moved up and down, squeezing her thighs and cunny thrilling her lover (and herself!)
I know what you did—and I liked it!
	Their sweaty teenage bodies became entwined; Samantha rode her boy—rode her boy—rode her boy slathering his cock with her essence.  Max embraced her, loved her, kissed her deeply and very passionately.  Most of that was due to extreme lust and smattering of hornieness.  Then Max was on her.  Her legs flailed all about, wrapping about Max most times while he seriously “fucked her brains out!”  Then he got her legs pinning them back slamming her pussy with dramatic sexual force.  The angle of the dangle had it so as the girl’s ass was pooched whereas after much ado about banging her twat Max managed to stuff her dirt chute and fuck there, too!
	When done, the two lay in sweaty lust.  They kissed, groped one another, giggled, then made for the hall bathroom for a shower.  As Max made his way out of his room following Samantha he reached into a pile of plush animals piled at the door by his desk once more tousling the head of his spying sister,
	“Enjoy the show?”
	From within the pile of animals there was a giggle.

	Samantha had the shower on and rinsed herself off as Max entered.
	Max embraced her, kissed her, and maintained the embrace exhibiting a whole lot of admiration.  There was love behind those baby blue eyes.  He totally adored that girl.  Samantha, too, seemed to adore her beau.  Whether or not there was sincerity there or not remained to be found out.  A girl’s heart was fickle—and one not to fuck with, either!
	After both had significantly rinsed themselves of their debauchery they exited the shower, embraced again, and while still wet (from the shower and their recent lovemaking) they engaged again.  Samantha slithered to her knees taking Max’s lovely erection.  She stroked it, squeezed it—SQUEEZED it, then devoured it.  In one fell swoop—er, suck.
	She sucked and sucked and diddled his piss slit.  Her tongue rolled about the super sensitive crown, then she bobbed her head again cupping his balls as she did so.  Max ran his fingers thru her thick super soft dark hair shooting another hot load of spunk DEEP into her mouth.  He was instantly drained.  Weak in the knees, legs, spirit, soul, mind, body.  It was a terrific blowjob!  She even suckled his balls!
	Before he collapsed, Max moved to move his girl to the bathroom floor and went down on her.  He wasn’t so schooled in that particular delight—he had only heard about it.  Never seen the act done in person, either.  So it was on-the-job training and he didn’t do such a bad job.  Samantha fucked his face!  She bucked, moaned, came once, clenched her thighs tight to his sweet boyish face, came again, then had piss shiver that rocked her body—she came again!

	More fucking.  Max slowly moved up Samantha’s body pausing to admire her bombastic titties.  They were nice; round, firm, perfectly shaped teenager hooters.  Then he lay on her pressing his lips to hers, his chest squashing her breasts.  Samantha wrapped her arms about him; his cock very nicely entered her.
	Outside and the “storm of the century” raged.
	Inside and another storm raged.
	More fucking.
	From the bathroom they merged into the hallway.
	“Where’s your sister?” Samantha politely asked.
	“In her closet.” Max supplied.
	“Closet?”
	“She doesn’t like storms.”
	So, right there in the hallway the two steamy lovers caressed one another; Samantha pressed against the wall, Max pressed against Samantha.  They kissed, groped, fingered, fondled one another with Samantha placing her legs up around Max’s waist.  His cock ever the hard one slid nicely into her crevice and there they did fuck.
	Those titties!
	That ass!
	That face!
	Max wasn’t sure yet still if he was in love or was it still lustful sex.
	Either way, he was gettin’ some.  A lot some.
	They returned to his room (and bed.)
	They lay arms and legs akimbo, petting one another, more kissing, more groping before Samantha maneuvered herself to be on top.  Firstly she grinded her sex against her lover teasing him relentlessly before rising up and slipping in his offering.  Max liked—a lot!  As they progressed with their lovemaking, Max looked passed them to see his wee sister poking her head up from the pile of animals.  He could see her beautiful blue eyes sparkling and that big grin.
	Parting Samantha’s cheeks Max made sure his spying sister got an eyeful.  He made it better by vehemently shoving his cock into Samantha’s cunt, then pulling out to shoot a little cum onto the girl’s dirt hole.  Then he shoved it into the dirt hole (now that it was sufficiently lubricated.)

A schooling for Allison
	The storm finally abated—finally!  Samantha awoke in Max’s bed, naked, dried cum drying on her, her pussy (and asshole) still smoldering.  She took another shower while Max slept on.  Then she dressed and scampered home.  Max stirred, stretched, farted, and found his girl gone.  For a while he had to lay there thinking ‘did that really happen?’
	And the longer he lay there the more urgency there was concerning his bladder.  Gotta pee!  Another stretch, another fart, then he made way to the hall bathroom.  When he emerged from the bathroom he found his sibling at the door,
	“You guys were like rabbits!” she claimed.
	Max was still naked; Allison’s eyes eyed the one-eyed monster grinning big.
	Max tousled the youngster’s golden hair, “Enjoy the show?”
	Allison grinned even bigger, “Sure did!”
	She giggled, danced on her feet, and as she eyed her brother’s semi hard erection, she put her fingers about it.  Max did nothing but let her.  Her grip was light, her face full of wonderment, embarrassment, curiosity, and a smattering of seriousness.
	“You can kiss it if you want to.”
	“Like Samantha?”
	“Yeah, just like Samantha!”
	The precocious tyke did so—like Samantha and “kissed” her brother’s saucy cock.  She made a little face with her own little face.  She didn’t say anything though.  Squeezing the boy’s dick she concentrated and kissed the dick head again, then she licked it like she had seen Samantha doing followed by placing the whole of the sperm shooter into her mouth.
	The little girl made another face but dealt with it regardless.
	Max was in glory.  Caressing his sister’s hair he maneuvered a bit of his dick into her willing mouth.  Then a little more.  Then a little more—a little more—a little—
	“COUGH!  SPUTTER!  COUGH-COUGH!  GAG ME WITH A SPOON!”
	‘You’ll get used to it.’
	Max knelt down, hugged his sister, patted her butt, then locked eyes with her.  She was beautiful; golden hair, honey golden hair; gorgeous shinning eyes, and an incredible smile.  Max thought more than once squirting a bit of his brotherly love onto that incredible smile.
	Slowly he pulled off the girl’s nightgown.
	Slowly the girl pushed down her panties.
	More giggling, more blushing, more giggling.
	Then in one fell swoop he swooped his sibling up and carried her off to his room.  She went crawling over his shoulder giggling and fake trying to escape.  Max tossed her onto his bed and went down on her amidst her flailing arms and mostly legs.  Allison was all OOOOHs and AHHHHHs.  The slight hint of pee did not bother Max, he licked, lapped, slurped, and drove his sister wild with his tongue antics.  Then, unable to hold off any longer placed his brotherly love tool against her sex—and there he did hump.
	No penetration, but that was soon cumming.
I suck, you fuck, let’s change the alphabet
	“A is for ASSHOLE, my family it’s true.
	“B is for BITCH, you know who.
	“C is for Crumb, snitch, tattletale, as well.
	“D is for Dumbass, you all can go to hell!”
	Noah Wanghangsright wasn’t having a good day.  Some days were alright but not today.  Lucky, his friend Allison was there to kind of cheer him up.  She was on a mission and Noah was on her To Do list (to do!)
	“Bad day?”
	“You could say that.”
	‘I just did.’
	It was a nice enough day, a day after the storm.  The air was fresh, pumpkins scattered all over the place.  Made it look like some sort of unnatural disaster.  
	“Wanna go to the park or something, a movie?”
	“Nah,” Noah said, “First place they’ll look for me and I’m broke.”
	“First place they’ll look for you?”
	“Yeah, kind of running away, at least for the day.”
	“Oh.” Then, “Come with me.  I know a place.” And taking her friend’s hand they made off skirting the trashed park and “into the woods.”  Not far, Allison was brave but not that brave.  Venturing too far into the woods and one could easily get lost and become a statistic.
	But just a few hundred yards into the woods there was a small cave that had once been a miner’s cave.  But it caved in and was a mine cave no more.  Just a bit inside and the two kids sat on an old box.  Noah sighed.
	“Soooo, what happened?”
	Noah was mum (and glum!)  Allison was pretty—and persistent!
	Allison was a fickle girl—as all girls are! and some days liked jeans and shorts and things like that.  Other days and she was perfectly happy in a dress, a skirt, and things like that.  Today was a nice pretty Fall-like dress, light but warm and comfortable enough.  Knee socks that were also warm and street shoes—she didn’t care for dress shoes.
	Nudging her buddy, “Come on, I’ve told you stuff.”
	Breaking a window, not being at the home of friend she said was to be at ‘cause she went with other friends to the mall when she was too young to go on a bus AND to the mall to look at boys.
	Noah shrugged, “It’s just, me and my sisters.” And there were four of them.
	“Getting on your nerves?”
	“I guess so.” another big sigh, then; “they’ve gotten me into trouble.  Big trouble.”
	Details.
	“Got caught seeing them naked, huh?” Allison surmised.
	“How’d you know that?”
	“Good guess, boy with that many sisters…”
	Noah nodded, “Yeah.”  Staring at the ground he kicked a rock, clenched (suppressing a pesky fart) then spilled, “Yeah, it’s been building for a while—seeing my sisters without their clothes on, other stuff they doing that is alright I guess but not for me when I do it!”
	Allison had no idea what he meant.
	“Whattya mean?”
	“I-I cant tell you—too embarrassing.”
	“Got a “D” on my math test, lied about it,” big-big sigh, “I accidentally let one go on my little sister and she ratted me out about it.”
	“So what happened?”
	“My dad nutted up on me.”
	Allison waited.  “Did you get a whippin’?”
	“Yeah.”
	“Bummer.” then, “How bad?”
	“I-I had to take my clothes off in my room and lay on my bed,” wow “then my maniac dad spanked with his bare hand.”
	“Wow.” and “Whoa.”
	“There’s more.” more—“My ass--,er, butt was burning, I-I couldn’t take it so I cussed.  I-I don’t know exactly what I said, but it was a bad—very bad—word.”
	“What happened then?”
	“He took off his belt and beat me some more.” then, “I hope my fucking sisters are happy now!” he began to cry and Allison felt very bad for him.
	“Well, ok, soooo, would you like to see ME naked?”
	Noah looked to her, “A-are you serious?”
	“Yep!  And I wont rat you out, either!”
	Off came the knee length kind-of-a-party dress and there she was—almost naked.  Noah gulped and began to sweat.  The dress dropped and so did the panties.  She was ten so there was not even hair one on her delicate poon.  There were “mounds” on her chest but nothing to get too excited about.
	Noah stared wide eyed at the girl’s naughty bits—this time without getting into trouble about.
	“Do you see your sisters doing this?” Allison asked as she slowly fingered her sex.
	“Yeah, but when THEY get caught doing it it’s ok, but when I get caught doing it I get yelled at and spanked!”

	Allison giggled, blushed, then sat on her dress spreading her legs.
	Noah looked to the girl’s offering, licked his lips, then farted.
	Allison giggled, then laid down spreading her legs even more.
	Now and Noah was speechless.	
	Sitting back up, “Soooo, can I see YOU naked?”
	Gulping, sweating even MORE, “O-h—ok.”  This was new.  NO ONE wanted to see him naked—except his dad to beat his ass.  The boy stood and slowly peeled off his clothes.  Allison checked his pee-pee, in comparison to her brothers—there was none.  Max’s dong was way bigger.  Way.  But Max was a teenager, too.
	“Nice!” Allison said noting that the boy had already had a bad day.
	Noah’s schlong was semi hard.  It got harder when Allison reached out and “touched” it.  Noah was putty in her hands; she clutched his nuggets and stroked lovingly his dinky.  Then she blew his mind by sucking him.
	“Sonofabitch!” he mouthed.
	Allison giggled then continued sucking until such a time as “it was time.”
	Laying out, legs spread, “Come on.” she said.
	Noah was a little oblivious.  “Huh?”
	“Come on, come onto me.” Emphasis on ‘come.’
	The boy positioned himself on the girl as per the norm but it was up to the girl to guide the boy in all manners concerning sex.  He was mostly clueless; he knew how to please himself, hump his bed, pillow, hand, and sisters’ panties, but actual sex was a little elusive.  (and all the above he had gotten caught at and promptly got his bare butt beaten.)
	Fucking soon commenced.
	He wasn’t as good as what Allison had seen of her brother and Samantha, but it was his first time—doing a girl.  For Allison there was a little sensation, but mostly due to the “sin” of the sation.  Noah’s dinky slipped out—often.  But it was fun putting it back in!  They giggled and blushed the whole time.
	Taking a break they sat back to pause and reflect.  They were at a loss for words and words anyways would spoil it.  So they fucked again.  They tried backdoor banditry but Allison’s hole was too tight and Noah schlong too flexible.
	“You can spank me if you want.” Allison said startling her friend.
	“Uhhh, ok.”
	On her hands and knees and Allison allowed Noah to wallop her bare butt.
	In turn, she spanked him—but not hard.
	Then they fucked again, this time with Allison on top.  Once more she tried to guide the boy’s dick into her cornhole.  Didn’t go.  She needed more prodding there, the use of a candlestick or something to get the hole muscles used to inward penetration.
	Afterwards and the day was getting on and a new round of storm clouds were looming.
	“We better get home.” Allison suggested.
	Noah wasn’t so inclined, “I’d rather not.” It was too soon.  ‘let them miss me!’ he thought, “But I guess I’d better or I’ll get into MORE trouble!”
	‘you could come home with me,’ Allison thought sincerely, ‘but I’ve got plans for this evening.’ (‘and you’re not in them!’)  girls!
	The two friends parted.
	Storm winds prevailed prevailing and Noah stuck his hands in his pockets.
	He had no back-up plan and picked his way slowly going home taking the LONG way around the park.  A nature trail of sorts was on the outer part of the park, a lodge pole fencing encircled the boundary of the park; the woods stretched along the backside and then there was a river.
	“Hello!” sparked a friendly voice.
	Noah was startled; lost in thought and caught off guard.
	“Oh, uh, hello.” A man appeared “out of nowhere”; small cowboy hat, red leather vest, black shirt, black jeans, shit kicker boots, big shiny belt buckle reading “ALL AROUND”.  Only this—and nothing more!
	“Nice day, isn’t it?” smiled the man.
	“Uh, yeah, I-I guess so.”
	“Do you often come out here—alone?” a tone change in the man’s voice.
	“Just sometimes.”
	“Sounds like you’re having a bad day.”
	“I was,” ‘but since I got laid it’s a lot better now!’ he shrugged and felt squeamish with the stranger.
	“Tell me about it.”
	Noah took offense and wasn’t about to tell a stranger about seeing his sisters naked, getting caught playing with himself, or farting on his youngest sister.   Then,
	“I’d really like to know.” A button on a small-small “device” he was palming was pressed.  ‘I’d really like to know about your bad day.’
	Noah heard a buzzing in his ear and felt a little dizzy.  The he farted and spilled his guts about seeing his sisters naked, fingering themselves, and he himself fingering himself, humping his bed, the bad grade, and the bare ass beating.
	‘Walk with me.’
	Noah felt dizzy, seasick, but walked with the stranger leaving the park but continuing to follow the nature trail.  The stranger held the boy’s hand and led him along the winding trail, down a small hill, across a creek, up a small hill, and to the remote dirt parking lot where nature lovers parked.  There were few vehicles in the lot but no peoples.
	The stranger, a man called “August” took his prize to a big ass domestic American four-wheel drive.  It was tall, black, chromed, lots of off-road lights, big-big-big ass wheels.  Tinted windows, too.  The two went into the extra cab of the big ass domestic truck where no time was wasted.
	‘Take off your clothes.’
	Noah heard the words but… ‘huh?’
	Slowly, though, he once more stripped off his clothes—unaware that the stranger was all undressing.  Noah blinked his eyes and was getting a headache with the confusion.  His ears seemed plugged up and although it was rather cool outside he himself was feeling a bit warm.
	August looked the boy over, turned him around and had him bend over.  After the lad spread his cheeks August “examined” the lad’s poop chute before having him turn back around where he began “playing” with his dick.  Noah was either “aware” and not so much as his confusion waylaid him.  August fondled the boy’s wares, cock and balls all.  The boy’s butt was smoothed over before coercing the naked lad to suck him.
	Noah sucked but wasn’t really aware or he would have put up a little more face.  August could adjust the awareness level but he let it stand as it were.  The boy sucked happier not knowing that he was sucking (dick).  After the sucking and August caressed the boy some more before sucking him himself.  Then across his lap for a little spanking—not too hard but enough to redden the lily white ass.
	‘How many sisters?  Ages?’
	“Nicole, she’s the oldest and bossiest.”
	‘How old is the Boss?’
	“She just turned fourteen.”
	Then there was twelve year old Nellie, ten year old Noreen, and the youngest, Nikkie—she was eight years young having a birthday the previous month.
	‘So tell me, would you like to have fun with them?’ and by fun we mean,
	“You mean fuck?”
	‘I mean fuck?’
	Noah was a little lost in thought but swimming around the conscious, subconscious, front of his mind, back of his mind—the truth was there.
	‘Hell yeah!’ it wasn’t enough to see them naked, to see them fingering themselves; he wanted to rub against them, lay on them, have them play with his thingy, the works.
	So after another blowjob August took the boy home.  They romped in the truck for a time more, it was getting late and time was an issue.  August suckled the boy’s hairless wares, spanked him, and tried a little up the ass but his dick was too manly and Noah’s hole too boyly.
	Parking his ride at the corner gas station and walking down the alley August assumed a disguise whereas he was render “unseen.”  There were side effects to this route; dizziness, nose bleeds, ear ringing, nauseous, and then loose bowels.  Some of those ills were during the event while others occurred afterwards.  In the meantime—
	The girls were home, there were snacks aplenty on the counter, the house was a little messy—clothes, dolls, school projects, pumpkins, Halloween decorations, and a general ambience of a family house.
	The first girl was fourteen year old Nicole; chattering on a cell phone, texting, and not paying attention to her brother slipping in the back door.  She wore tight-tight jeans, a short blouse revealing her midriff, and very nice super curly dark brown hair.  She was tall, thin build, nice-nice ass with even nicer super nicer titties.
	Bracing against the kitchen door frame that opened into the living room and hallway, August focused on the girl traveling down the hallway.  He felt ill and knew that he wouldn’t be able to maintain the invisibility field for very long.  The Target migrated into her bedroom.  August braced against her bedroom door checking his EMAD.  When all the lights were green…
	‘take off your clothes.’
	Nicole paused in her texting.
	Turning around she stared at August, er, stared THRU August.
	She made a face, narrowed her eyes, cocked her head and got the message, 
	‘TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES!’
	Nicole stripped off her clothes.
	When she was shucking her purple panties with lace her brother appeared at the door.  He was naked, too.  The big test—nothing from Nicole.  Usually she snapped at him for coming in on her whilst she was undressed.  “You little freak!” she usually snapped.  But not this time.
	‘suck his dick.’
	Nicole cocked her head, squinted, “Wh-what?  Huh?  Who?” but then got on her knees, addressed her naked brother, then blew his mind while blowing his cock.  Noah was speechless.  He could get used to this.
	After the blowjob the girl got on her bed, spread her legs, and “invited” her brother to mount her.  Noah did so.  A little more schooled with Allison earlier that day and the boy entered his sister and began to pump.
	‘you’re doing fine,’ August minded to Noah, ‘but step it up a bit.’
	Noah began to pump faster.  August smacked the boy’s ass, fondled his balls, and had Nicole fondle him, cock and balls all.  Noah fucked his big sister until he was worn out.  Then, as he stood by in a dizzying dream, August climbed onto the girl and entered her.  The girl was not a virgin (but not a slut, either!)
	Nellie and Noreen were in their rooms immersed in school projects and never noticed their naked brother at the door.
	‘take off—your—clothes.’ There was a bit of a struggle within August da la Moone, the dizziness was mounting and a headache was adding to the mix.  Still, he proceeded.
	Nellie, twelve, stood and paused.  She stared at her naked brother being quite aware of his presence.  But too confounded and overwhelmed electronically to fend off the command issued her.  She stripped off her clothes as did her ten year old sister.  Nellie had very beautiful long-long to her butt long silky brown hair; Noreen had to the shoulder jet black hair, green eyes, no titties, but a nice ass.
	Both naked girls sucked their brother, his balls, and then kissed his ass cheeks!
	‘lick—his—butt-hole—too.’
	Done!
	Sperm was emitting from August’s dick; even more when the girls parted their brother’s butt cheeks and kissed/licked his asshole!  Mind control!  The girls were virgins, neither had had a boy experience.  They were curious but that was as far as it went.  Nellie laid out on the floor, spread her legs, and accepted her brother as a lover.  Meanwhile, ten year old Noreen sucked on August’s schlong.
	Noah was happily banging away on Noreen when Mom came home.
	Already feeling the effects of too much EMAD use August pressed on and pressed the button capturing the Mom’s brain wave patterns and manipulating them.  Not an easy task and there were side effects.  August tossed his cookies in the hallway.  He felt a little better and washed away the sour taste in his mouth and throat with some expensive imported beer from the fridge.  Dad’s beer.  He then returned to the Mom who was “stunned” in the hallways.
	‘take your clothes off.’ August minded.
	The woman didn’t pause and stripped off her silk blouse and beige knit slacks.  38Cs, short strawberry blond hair, very nice shapely ass.  Briefly and did August feel “ok”; he knew it wouldn’t last, though.  Never did.  Into her own bedroom the woman went, laying out on her bed.  August felt the illness returning.  He paused momentarily before mounting the woman.  No foreplay, no tonguing.  He mounted and entered her for a good ole fashioned fuck.  Afterwards and he got Noah to do same.
	They left the fresh fucked woman returning to Nicole where after she sucked their wangs she was double teamed—Noah taking the backdoor.  This time, the young boy’s dong was stiff enough to do the job.
	The Dad came home half an hour later.
	A new plan had developed.

The Allison plan
	Plan Nine Point Two Oh from Somewhere Out in Space
	Allison found her brother not alone at home; it wasn’t Samantha but a dweeb weirdo, Derecho.  They were smoking weed and watching some whacked out science fiction space shit on television.  She guessed Derecho was alright but he creeped her out just the same.  But her brother liked him; they smoked weed, fixed cars, broke hearts, typical teen boy shit.
	“’bout time!” Max bitched to his kinda tardy sister.
	“Yeah-yeah-yeah.” She sneered back.  ‘Bitch-bitch-bitch!’
	“I heard that!”
	She could smell the strong scent of the funny cigarettes, shook her head and went up to her room, stopping at the bathroom to ditch her panties, pee, and wash her naughty snatch.  She had planned on going naked and having her brother have at her—but he had to have company of course spoiling her plans.
	There was worry about Noah.  She wished she would have offered to have him come and hang out at her house.  She was sure that her brother would have been cool with that.  The scent of the happy smoke was strong—another plan began to formulate.

Revenge—what a concept!
	A camera was set up—set up to capture Noah’s daddy getting sucked off on by his ten year old daughter Noreen.  Little eight year old Nikkie stood by nakedly fingrering herself.  Noah’s daddy unloaded gregarious amount of spunk into and then onto his cocksucking daughter’s mouth.  In the next scene he was on top of Nicole, the oldest girl, seriously fucking her brains out.  Another massive load of man spunk was seen oozing out of her young teenage cunt as well as spilled on it.
	Twelve year old Nellie got a bare ass spanking followed by a good ole fashioned butt fucking—lots of spunk was seen on the child’s ass and asshole.  The final scene showed the daddy licking out his eight year old.  Noah was seen getting the belt across his ass—then butt fucked.  It would be the man’s last fucking for a while, he was promptly arrested soon after the CD was brought to the attention of the local constabulary (police department and news media.)  The Mommy lost her mind when the gory/naughty details were “released.”  The kids were shipped off to foster care with Noah going to August!  Funny how that happened.  He had a small bevy of kids and Noah was right at home.  End.

Plan Nine Point Oh…
	Traipsing down the stairs and the stench of the happy smoke was heavy.  The boys were way wasted.  But not too wasted to note Allison in their midst.  They were giddy and silly (and high.)  ‘Perfect.’  This made it a little easier…
	…to enact Plan Nine Point Oh
	Plopping down between them, “What the hell are we watching?”
	Even Allison at her young age (ten) could tell that the 1950s science fiction movie was lame.  The acting, the set, the rocket, the aliens, and whoever the hell wrote the script!  The boys had no clue as to what the name of the movie was, nor did they care.  Each had their own doobie.  Allison wasn’t interest.  She wanted something else…
	“Fuck it’s hot in here!” she proclaimed.  Although it wasn’t.
	The boys were scrunched down in the overstuffed sofa totally relaxed and chilled out.  Allison stretched and slowly eased off her dress.  No panties—they were in the dirty clothes hamper.  It took a few minutes before the boys noticed.  But they were still too high to really grasped the situation—not until Allison sat forward grabbing some chips off the coffee table.
	“Holy shit!” blurted Max.
	Derecho just giggled and gouged the heel of his hand to his crotch.
	Allison stood up letting the boys ogle her backside; then she turned around letting the boys ogle her front side.
	“Like what you see?” she asked.
	The boys looked to one another grinning big.
	Neither boy could speak but their glazed over eyes said a lot.
	“So am I going to be the only one naked?” she posed.
	The boys shot one another a look then hurried themselves out of their clothes.  Both dicks were semi hard only.  They fondled themselves then Allison fondled them.  On her knees she took over masturbating both boys then—THEN went down on her brother first.  A few bobs up and down and she went to his weirdo friend, Derecho.
	The boys were all kinds of giddy—all kinds.  Allison and her brother locked eyes.  The girl slowly came onto her brother’s lap and his cock slowly invaded her cunny.  She clenched as still her pussy was not sufficiently broken in despite the repeated sex with Noah.
	Max “helped” his sister and situation by griping her ass and easing her up and down.  It took a few of these “ups” and “downs” but eventually almost ALL of his teenage prong had gone into Allison’s poon.  The two embraced and Max creamed her.
	“I’ll take some of that!” Derecho snickered.  Allison mounted him and the two commenced to fucking with Derecho maneuvering the young girl to the sofa and fucking her proper.  When he was done he rested only a moment before attempt anal entry.
	Allison was willing but her asshole had other ideas.

	So Derecho laid the girl across his lap, spanked her lightly, then parted her cheeks.  He eyed Max and high-as-fuck Max got on his knees and licked out his sister’s shitter.  Then he probed it with his finger—then his dick!
	Allison made quick little gasps as her brother pounded her ass.  She could feel Derecho’s cock against her—shooting wads of cum onto her stomach.  Both boys managed to cum off in her asshole; she smoked a joint with them then passed out.  So did the boys.
	Cum the new morning and after a shower the three engaged immorally again with Allison getting double teamed straightaway.  When Derecho finally (finally!) went home it was Max and Allison only.  They were giddy and engaged sexually finding a unique sibling bond that they hadn’t had before.  There was lots of kissing, sucking, licking out, anal probing, sodomy, and spanking.  Then, during the next hour…

Ah, memories
	“We probably ought to move this thing.”
	“Yeah, probably.” but Cloud wasn’t interested in “moving” anything but his cock out of the thirteen year old Bridget—a prize brother Rain had acquired.  It WAS getting a little stanky inside the brother’s van; several girls, a boy, and two guys in a van!  All naked, too!
	Peeking his head thru the heavy black curtain dividing the cabin area from the passenger/cargo area Derecho saw no one too close.  And it had been a while since his brother and sister had taken off in search of those missing/kidnapped girls.  He was beginning to worry.  But only beginning.  He returned to the “passengers” selecting the twelve year old Katey.
	Cloud enjoyed Bridget, when done he had the ten year old Nina lick her cunny clean—she had choice, “lick her pussy clean or suck my dick!”
	Nina on the verge of throwing up already chose to lap up the cock spillage on Bridget’s pussy.  Just as gross, though.  And while she lapped up the goo, she was spanked, fingered (in the ass) and then sodomized (by Cloud).  The girl’s screams were muffled by her mouth engulfing the other girl.  When he had cum off into Nina’s crapper, Derecho maneuvered Katey to the cum oozing hole having her lick it clean—‘or take a spanking.’
	Katey, and the other girls, had already been spanked more than they cared for.  They had also been electrified—the two deranged Duranged men zapped them relentlessly with handheld personal zappers causing the girls to convulse and plead.  They wanted no more zapping—especially since the deranged men placed the prongs of their zappers to their cunnies…

	The other girl, Brenda, also twelve, had gone into a mode of “lost mind.”  She followed the commands given to her no matter how disgusting—licking butt hole, sucking dick fresh from a butt hole, and drinking piss (when the lone boy, Lonnie, had to pee, he was instructed to whiz into Brenda’s mouth.)
	It was Lonnie who got to break in the youngest member of the illicit family, Ellen.  She was four and got her young cunny hammered ceaselessly until it was determined she was well fucked enough to take Cloud and Derecho.
	Cloud, the older brother, took dibs and trying to vaginally penetrate the young girl.  Regardless of the repeated fuckings from ten year old Lonnie, the four year old’s cunny was too small for Cloud’s manly manhood.  Anyways, the man tried, he humped, gouged, and forced the head of his dick into her slit.  He managed to jerk off onto her cunny and had mind numb Brenda lick it clean.
	Derecho had better luck managing to get a fair amount of his cock into the girl.  He was pretty well empty of ball juice by then so enjoyed humping the girl’s face and mouth managing to finally squirt a little juice therein and thereon.
	“Should we—go look for them?”
	“What about them?” indicating the passengers.
	“Uh, dump them?” callous.
	“They’re Rain’s responsibility—let him deal with them.”
	Cloud shrugged, ‘whatever, dude.’ and got Bridget to go down on him.
	Derecho pulled Brenda onto him shoving his fuck stick into her cunny.  His mind wandered letting go the worry he had about his brother and sister on their rescue mission.  His memories settled on the recent high school reunion where he re-met a high school friend, Judy McSkrewme.
	Ah, Judy.  Judy! Judy! Judy!  She was a hoot!  And a horndog!  She had one of those insatiable sex drives—a craving to get her cookie crusted—often.  Anytime, anywhere, anyone.  Funny thing about her, though, she was the daughter of a Baptist preacher!  Oh!
	Very nice girl, a Tennessean girl, not too tall, slender, look great in jeans and dresses, had a delightful Southern drawl, a sweet smile, and would fuck anyone on a dime!  (but she wasn’t a slut! (just frisky!))
	Derecho met the girl in the 8th grade and took a shine to her.  So did most the boys at the junior high school.  But it wasn’t until 11th grade, second year in high school, that he managed to “get to know” her a little better.  A party here, a party there, that infamous Halloween Party that was dubbed the “Party of the Century!”
	Derecho went dressed as a Dracula and discovered Judy went as a pirate.
	Already and Judy had been shanghaied by another pirate, mummified by the Mummy, dogged by the Wolfman, and “franked” by Frankenstein’s Monster.  Lots of sex (and sex acts) were going on at the party; a party attended by several age groups from pre-teen to teen (and some were even adults!)
	After Judy had been franked by Frankenstein’s Monster, Count “I’ll Suck You Soul!” Derecho mesmerized his pirate lass with his natural charm.  He wasn’t a dog about dogging her but was polite, suave, and a gentleman about getting to Judy’s treasure.  They had some spiked punch, spied on the Wolfman dogging a Fairy Princes, a Japanese cartoon character out of character humped tenaciously on one of the characters from Voltron Force.  There were others scattered all over the house; Count Derecho and Captain “I’m a Slut!” Judy made their way out to the patio.
	Being the early Fall of the year it was a little brisk outside; in other parts of the country it was still warm; but not where the kids were in the upper northeast of the Continental US.  They kissed, embraced, hugged, and danced slowly to their own music playing in their heads—although outrageous music could be heard from within the blue stucco house.
	After a time and Judy “found” the Count’s cock—raging hard and ready to “impale” her treasure box.  Captain Slut eagerly masturbated the thrilling member, squeezed it thru his black slacks, then guided him to the nearby unoccupied garden shed where they would have some privacy.
	Fuck foreplay, Captain I’m a Slut pulled off her pirate clothes vest, shirt, undershirt, and bra stunning (albeit temporarily) the Count I’ll Suck You Soul!  When the ultra horny Baptist girl began shucking the last non-pirate garment (panties) the Count finally began peeling out of his own clothes.
	Judy took holt of his honker and instantly began sucking.
	Derecho had never met anyone like her.  She was a nymph!
	Only a minute or so into the sucking and Judy received a bounteous amount of jiz for her efforts.  She was good!  And being a teen, a horny teen, Derecho’s wang didn’t diminish after ejaculation.  Judy helped herself up onto a box crate, spread her legs, and had incredible starry eyes.  The invite was on.  The Count wasted no time; he did want to go down on her but knew that there had been “other” dicks there and he wasn’t into tasting “other dicks.”
	A nice pleasing pussy.  Her hungry pussy virtually pulled his dick into her recess and it was glorious—glorious Centurion, glorious!  There was no fucking slow to savor the moment.  Fuck that.  They banged hard with them coming off the crate and onto the floor.  They rolled in their clothes, Judy on top, Derecho on top; doggie style, around-the-world, tantric, all of it.  And multiple orgasms later…
	Whew!  They were both exhausted and took a breather—then engaged sexually again!  By then and it was getting late, almost midnight.  They cleaned themselves up, dressed, and returned to the Party of the Century where marijuana was now in heavy use.  Sex was rampant and bold, everyone and everywhere, naked bodies sweating, heaving, cumming.
	Refreshing himself with some punch he lost sight of Captain I’m a Slut but encountered Slaughtered Pumpkin; a giant scarecrow in rags smattered with blood carrying a large disfigured pumpkin also smattered with blood.
	“YOU should have won best costume, Dracula costume.” The Scarecrow said.
	Apparently, there had been a contest amongst the party goers during all the sexual frivolity.  Derecho missed it—he was busy.
	“Yours looks pretty awesome, too.” and it was one-of-a-kind.
	“I didn’t win,” she said, “third place!”
	Runner-up was the Happy Face man with gunshots in his head; top prize for one-of-a-kind went to the Headless Horseman.  Not overly one-of-a-kind or unique but no one else came to the party as one and it was pretty “awesome.”  Prizes were gift cards and tickets to mini golf, a movie theatre, and lunch/dinner at a downtown almost fancy restaurant.
	“Jeeze,” cough/sputtered the girl, “you don’t have to smoke that stuff to get high here!”
	“Want to go outside, fresher air.”
	The two went outside; the Scarecrow was a couple of pumpkin heads shorter than himself.  When Derecho asked what school she went to, ‘Danewood Academy’.  A prestigious prep school, for girls.  Stephanie Bluebarrel was nice, didn’t yap so much about herself or her school, parents, or much of anything.  Derecho watched her eyes watching the sexual antics of the others.
	“Pretty bold, huh?”
	“I’ll say, damn!”
	Derecho chuckled and made a move, embracing the girl with her back to him and his chin resting on top of her head.  His cock had to be felt pressing against her backside.  Whether the girl did or not wasn’t clear but she reached behind her and began massaging the bulge.
	Derecho held fast to make sure the girl was on the up and up and not going to rip his balls off.  But she didn’t.  She turned and said,
	“I do you and then you do me.”
	‘Ok.’
	Ok.
	Stephanie continued to massage his cock thru his pants; then she unleashed the beast and continued massaging.  Derecho was putty in the girl’s hand; she slowly knelt down and took the throbbing cock into her mouth.  Derecho reeled; she was good!  She sucked and sucked and then sucked some more before stripping off her costume.

	Slipping himself into the girl’s pussy was da bomb!  His world was rocked from the get go.  Like a snake and did Steph’s cunt swallow him sending him into a euphoric world he had not experienced yet.  His toes curled.  His body shivered (and curled!) and he wasn’t sure if he was cumming or peeing!  Didn’t matter, it was good whatever it was.

	And from the Party of the Century—that got raided—to a stint under the bleachers (during a football game no less!)  Stephanie was not a normal girl—well, maybe she was.  She was just ultra horny (as were most teenage girls.)  But Stephanie went out of her way about it and seemed to be insatiable.  She seemed to want it all the time!
	She wasn’t too much into taking up the ass, she enjoyed sucking, being sucked, and spanked!  Derecho was cool with that.  At a county fair they engaged sexually behind one of the booths.  Then behind one of the animal barns, the fun house, and a blowjob at the top of the Ferris wheel!
	And from the school, his car, her family’s garage, his bedroom, to the church.  Yep, the church—specifically, HER church.  Where her daddy preached!  Oh!  She was ferocious!  The first time was during services.  Derecho wasn’t much into church—or religion.  But Stephanie he was into.  And during services one Sunday they scampered from the main congregation to a room that wasn’t in current use.  Here they got it on with Stephanie removing only her panties and Derecho just whipping out his schlong.
	The second time was when there was no one at the church.  Stephanie had a set of keys, knew how to turn off the alarm, and knew how to rock Derecho’s world.  And on that day and Derecho’s world was more than rocked.  Stephanie got naked and went wild!  She lay out on the platform where her daddy preached, the choir sang, the deacons and ushers sat/stood, and masturbated blatantly using the microphone her daddy spoke into.  Derecho boned the wicked girl knowing full well that “her pretty face was going to hell!” if there was indeed a hell.
	The kinky girl also “peed” into the baptismal water tank.
	On the front pew where her family sat with other prominent members of the church—she lay fingering herself having Derecho bone her there.  And finally, the girl inserted into her pussy one of the religious icons!
	A few days later and Derecho was at the church to do some work there, electrical wiring.  It was an off-day for the church whereas no one was there.  A car, though, was out behind the church giving Derecho the thought a janitor or someone.  He was to meet the preacher to be let in as he was not yet fully trusted to just let himself in.
	He found the backdoor unlocked so he “let himself in.”

	He heard noises upon entry into the hall.  The church was one of those old fashioned Baptist churches, with steeple, bell tower, white wooden clapboards, built back before the war, etc.  There were bathrooms and offices located in the rear of the building on either side of a long narrow hallway, then a small kitchen and dining room serving 300 peoples on a good day.
	The noises were familiar; spanking!
	Someone was getting a spanking.
	Derecho’s curiosity was piqued.
	Slowly he made his way down the hallway finding a door to an office open ajar.  Stephanie’s preacher daddy’s door.  Peeking in he just could see Stephanie butt bare ass naked laying across her preacher daddy’s lap being spanked.  He couldn’t see much lest he give his presence away.  But several hard swats were landed on the girl; there were biblical quotes being shouted from the both of them; actually, it was the preacher daddy shouting the quotes and Stephanie repeating them.
	Then, after a time and Stephanie stood up.  Derecho could just see her ass bright-bright red.  Almost puce!  She rubbed her ass and was indeed stark naked.  Her preacher daddy stood and undone his preacher slacks!  He did!  His cock was hard-hard-hardest.  Stephanie went to her knees and then “went down” on her daddy!  She did!
	She sucked the man’s dick and afterwards got on his desk, spread her legs, and got fucked.  Totally did it blow Derecho’s mind.  Totally!  He would have liked to be in the room to see the penetration but as it were he saw the girl’s backside and shoulders.  The preacher was between her legs pumping furiously.
	It totally, like totally, blew Derecho’s mind.

	Years later and there was the high school reunion.
	After high school and the two errant miscreant lovers went their separate ways.  Derecho learned the kinky girl became a nurse and a reserve deputy sheriff!  At the reunion he learned that her marriage was kind of on the rocks; she had three boys and a husband—who was also a reserve sheriff’s deputy.
	Stephanie was delighted to see Derecho, and after some drinks and the reunion officially over at midnight the two went to a hotel room and fucked all the night long!  Spanking, oral, anal, oral again, more spanking, more fucking.  Then repeat until sunrise.  Derecho learned (using his trusty electronic mind altering device) that Stephanie secretly had unnatural desires for her boys—all three of them.  The boys were Chris, he was twelve.  Brian, he was ten.  And Matthew, he was five.  Five!  Stephanie wanted to have sex with all them, to suck them and have them fuck her, suck her titties, and everything.

	It took a little while but Derecho weaved his way into Stephanie’s family; Derecho had his own family to entwine and soon, when the timing was right, he helped Stephanie fulfil her secret fantasy.

Reality!  What a smell!
	“I think we should go look for them.” Cloud was a worry wort.
	Derecho was not so much but he was growing concerned.
	“They might have gotten in over their heads.” But both Rain and Storm were expert wilderness type people, live of the land kind of folk, well trained survivalists.  Still, shit happens and shit can go wrong real quick.
	“Maybe we ought to take a drive on that backroad?” suggested Cloud.
	Derecho agreed.
	Derecho drove his brother’s ride back down the backroad by the old horse farm slowly; pausing now and then to listen and look deeply into the woods.  He wasn’t worried—but he was concerned.
	Just before Caleb Ransack’s place and Derecho saw his siblings making their way down a hill—with the two missing girls in tow.  They all piled into the custom RV with Derecho maintaining the driving.  Leah and Mikala joined the already crowded cargo area; Bridget, Lonnie, Katey, Nina, Brenda, and Ellen were already seated.  Rain advised his brother about the bad road conditions, especially around the Lone Rock area where earlier he had busted the oil pan.
	Derecho managed not to bust the new oil pan and took a longer route off-road to a remote cabin at the 7,000 ft. level.  The air was crisp, clean, free of pollutants.  Fresh water (from a nearby creek), fresh air from the—air.  There were pines, cedars, spruce, and some big ass red woods.  And no one around for miles and miles and miles.  And miles!
	Storm and Bridget swept the cabin, Derecho and Cloud “swept” Leah and Mikala.  Lonnie and Nina with Ellen, too, ran amok around the cabin playing.  Katey and Brenda also helped clean out the cabin that hadn’t been used in quite some time.  There was sparse furnishing and was sometimes used as a winter cabin for hunters.
	None of the kids were clothed.
	Derecho gently caressed Leah, she had already been well fucked (and spanked) by brother Rain so by now she was well trained to behave or she would get more of the same—spanking.  Mikala was petrified into submission and Cloud eased himself into her.
	Bridget paused in her cleaning to watch the naughty men; they were still inside Rain’s ride and she could see them having sex with the two new girls.  Storm stood by the girl’s side watching her brothers’ antics; she smiled then pulled Brenda by the elbow conscripting to continue cleaning.
	When evening settled a fire in the fireplace was created.  The temp was dropping drastically and everyone from the recreational vehicle was inside the cabin.  Blankets, food, and drink were brought in and it was going to be a long night of uproarious frivolity.  Uproarious!

	“Forgot to ask, ‘how’s your son doing?’”
	“He’s doing better, thanks.”
	“Tough kid.”
	Derecho nodded, “Yeah, yeah he is.”
	Derecho’s son, Dusty, took a nasty tumble on a dirt bike.  He made “air” and a did a twist and was going for another when the ground suddenly came up and the front tire suspension failed.  The thirteen year old went cartwheeling into the air, then gravity took him down slamming him to the earth sufficiently knocking the air out of him.  He was a little senseless but the padding and helmet took the brunt of the abuse.
	“I heard your other son won his tournament?” Storm chimed in.
	“Yeah, he took the other opponents to town—and left them there!”
	He chuckled, each of his children, Dusty, Halo, and Nova, were special kids who had their own slots in life.  Dusty was an explorer, adventurer, risk taker.  He was not so much into ball sports as he was into rock climbing, motocross, BMX, shit like that.  Halo, eleven, was more into mind games, chess for example.  Daughter Nova was into painting, rock climbing, ass kissing.

	Although Rain had a shine for Bridget, acquired from the supermarket parking lot, he seemed to “care” for the kidnapped Leah and Mikala.  The gang he had “acquired” from the desert town diner, Katey, her sister, Nina, Brenda, little Ellen, and the single boy, Lonnie, also warmed the cockles of his heart (er, maybe a little lower.)
	Cloud and Derecho just simply enjoyed the newly acquired ones the best way they knew how—fucking!  Storm, although she enjoyed the lone boy, Lonnie, also enjoyed the girls—by spanking them!  Not too hard—but not light, either.
	Rain put Leah on her hands and knees and entered her from behind easing into her vagina.  The girl’s mouth was filled with Derecho’s cock.  Brother Cloud enjoyed the little girl, Nina.  The ten year old was just the right age of where Cloud enjoyed girls.  Girls older than ten were “ok” but did not thrill him like younger ones did.  There were exceptions, of course, opportunities that tempted him and thrilled him equally.
	Storm sat back on the floor next to the fireplace watching her brothers; she was amused at their antics—almost mesmerized!  Nina’s sister, Katey, fumed but was also frightened.  She was submissive and Storm liked ‘em that way.
	After the boys had had some thrills with the girls in various ways, Storm had the older girls assembled—that is to say they were bound up for some serious mistreatment.  Bridget, thirteen, fussed but was electrocuted via a cattleprod.  The others watched in horror and instantly agreed to whatever the insane family wanted them to do.
	So, after her convulsing, Bridget, along with Katey and Brenda, were tussed up; that is to say they were sat on a sturdy table against a cabin wall, their pert little thirteen and twelve, and twelve year old asses right on the edge.  Their legs/ankles were tied back up and over their heads whereas their ankles were bound by leather straps nailed to the log wall behind them.  The girls’ hands then were tied via more straps to the table whereas they were just inches from their tender asses.
	Then Rain and his brothers stood back smiling stroking themselves while their sister lashed at the girls with a leather strop—similar to that a barber in the old tyme barber shoppes used.  Bridget let out a horrific scream as the strop lashed her tender ass.  The other girls (all of them) began to fret so.  And they had a right to do so.  Katey let out a wail of her own as the belt kissed her tender skin.  Brenda begged but her begging failed to keep her ass from being assaulted.
	Three swats each to each girl.  Then, the ten year old boy, Lonnie, stepped up to “kiss” the girls’ blistering butts, lick their assholes, kiss and lick their cunnies, then fuck them.  He had to stand on an old bucket to do the job of screwing, afterwards he stood back and watched as the men took over fucking the girls one by one by one.
	Rain entered Bridget fucking her hard but didn’t cum.  He pumped tenaciously, pulled out, spanked her cunny with his cock, humped her groove, then re-entered her to finish off a couple of minutes later.  Then he sidestepped to Katey who was practically out of her young mind.  With her he did cum—lots of it, too.
	Almost exhausted he moved to Brenda.  She was almost thirteen—in three months time.  She had smaller titties than other girls in her pre-teen age group, nice enough body and a super nice pussy.  Rain fucked her into oblivion and he tagged along for the experience.  A super nice pussy!
	Stepping back and watching as brother Cloud took his three-some turn and the rescued girls Leah and Mikala took over pleasing Rain their benefactor—by sucking his cock clean.  His cock and balls were sucked—sucked—sucked until he blasted a fresh load of spunk into Mikala’s mouth.
	Cloud managed to cum right off into Bridget’s cunt.  The other two girls did not receive his love cream—but he hammered their young cunnies for five minutes each!  When done, he selected Katey’s sister, Nina, to service his dick.
	Derecho chose not their three girls’ pussies but their assholes.
	Katey got her dirt hole crusted with an enormous amount of man cum.
	Leah got the task of cock cleaning and threw up as a result—as a result of Derecho’s “dirty” dick.
	Storm re-spanked the three girls then let them be turning her attention to the remaining who hadn’t been spanked—yet.
	Leah and Mikala had been a little spanked at the cabin by their rescuer and did not want any more—especially the kind Storm was dolling out.  Nina and Ellen clung to one another in great fear that they, too, would be striken.
	“Do as you’re told,” said Storm calmly, “and you want be spanked.”
	The three girls nodded in desperation.
	Cloud took possession of Ellen, smoothing his hands all over the sweet four old, spreading her legs and fingering her bald cunny getting more and more adamant about as he went on.  He then had Lonnie come fuck her.  With the little girl wedged between his legs he motioned for the boy who came somewhat willingly but mostly frightened at all the shit he had witnessed.  He then inserted his little dinky into the girl and had at it.
	After a time the boy was sent on his way to fuck the terrified Leah.  Cloud pulled the four year old onto him gliding his fuck stick up and down her fresh fucked cunt.  She wiggled some but that was alright.  She made a desperate gasp as the man penetrated her.
	“Oh my God!” blurted Bridget.  She was repulsed, Brenda was sickened, the other girls wept and clung to each other.

Consequences
	“How far in?”
	“Pretty far, far enough.” Cloud wiped his hands and dusted off his clothes.
	“Mine shaft, uncovered, drops down to the end of the light.” Mining equipment strewn all about the place.  Mining equipment from long-long ago.
	Derecho sighed, “Good enough.”
	“Unfortunate business.” mused Derecho.
	“Yep, it is,” answered Cloud, “but they are a risk, security risk.  Cant have that.”
	Derecho pissed on a tree and the two men ambled back to the cabin.
	Derecho met his sister’s eyes.
	“One at a time?” he asked.
	“It would be best.”
	“Rain wants to try and save those two,” Storm noted the two girls they had rescued.
	“Can you?”

	“I’ve tried, but—” she was better with animals, the four legged kind.  Mind warping two-legged animals was something else.  The boys all had EMADs but the nifty mind altering devices failed to compensate for the over-the-top emotions of the girls.  The lone boy had resilience also but was going to be “saved” anyways along with the youngest child, Ellen.
	“Problem?” Cloud said to his brother, Rain.
	With a disparaging sigh, “Kind of, yes.” He wasn’t comfortable with the imposed plan regarding the girls.  True, they were a security risk and Storm was unable to unravel their minds.  The girls’ minds were pretty awesomely destroyed but still, under hypnosis or a brain fart and they would possibly remember pertinent details thwarting the Durange family’s future.
	“What about your son,” Storm said to Cloud.
	Cloud’s son, Stone.
	A long silence befell the group.
	“Is he still around?” Rain asked, meaning, “around the country, state, world.”
	“Yeah, yeah, he is.”
	“Within reach?” Rain asked further.  “Available?”
	Cloud had a long lost look in his face.  His son was another government experiment gone wrong.  Like Storm, he crashed and burned, lost body parts, and the government in their infinite wisdom put him back together to make him one hell of a one-of-a-kind soldier.
	“Is he still under surveillance?”
	“He was.” But his superior abilities had thwarted the government’s abilities to snoop on him let alone find him.
	“Will he help us?”
	Cloud didn’t know; the boy had issues.

Immoral temptations
	He watched her for a long time; she was cute, young, clad in short white shorts, a short summery tank top, long curly strawberry blond hair, and skin well kissed by the sun.  She wasn’t alone, however, there were several other girls at the bank of the large lake where boat racing and water ski events were taking place.
	But to have a choice to narrow down he selected the girl in the white shorts.
	There were some teenage girls clad in bikinis, short-shorts, short-short skirts, and even some in summery dresses—tank dresses, strap, and so on.  Teenage girls were, of course, the better choice.  They were older, more doable, bigger titties, probably already fucked, and knew a little something about how to please a man.
	But Stone Durange had made his choice.

	Weeding the child from her family was no easy feat—well, not for the average pervert-kidnapper.  However, equipped with on-board electronics and the white shorts girl was easily acquired.  Stone was not unlike other pervert-kidnappers equipped with various Electronic Mind Altering Devices, but his manner was different.  Sort of.
	The White Shorts girl was directed to the snack bar and to the one side where the ice machine and generator was.  There she was easily whisked away into Stone’s 5th wheel mini semi truck.  A big ass American truck that looked like a big ass American semi truck but on a smaller scale.  It was designed to tow big ass American 5th wheel trailers.  It had 4-doors, tinted windows, custom interior, four wheel drive, mega engine, and so on.
	After “acquiring” his prize he motored away from the event and out to the nearby desert.  There, some miles into the desert on a lone questionable road he began.  The girl was well mindless and suitable for Stone’s pleasures.  The first thing was to stand her up for his perusal.  Behind the main cabin area the passenger seating area was nice; deep pile carpeting, well insulated, bench seating that folded down to form a bed…
	The girl, Beth Kockburr, stood mindless.  Stone had her mesmerized as was he himself with her.  First off, her top.  A pink spaghetti strap thing with nothing underneath.  She was ten, no titties but there were the beginnings of “mounds.”  Stone eased down the girl’s white shorts finding white panties to greet him.  He asked the girl no questions (Q&A) although he had that ability.  His nature was calm, non-forceful, non-aggressive.
	The panties were eased down.
	Stone examined the girl’s panties—he even sniffed them!
	Not hair one was on her pussy.  It appeared to be virginal.  Had she brothers?  Were there horny boy cousins?  An naughty uncle, a daddy perhaps?  Lots of pertinent questions another pervert would want to know.  Stone didn’t care.  He wasn’t even curious!
	After sniffing the crotch of her panties he looked the girl over one more time.  Outside and the temperature was in excess of 110 degrees!  With the truck’s engine running the a/c kept the interior pleasant at 80.
	Stone smoothed his hands over the girl’s body, specifically, of course, her ass.  Fingers into the crack, eyes locked onto the girl’s eyes for any sign of knowing.  But Stone’s implants were good with little side effects.  Those side effects that were present and had been in the past were tolerable.
	Beth was put on her hands and knees, legs spread.  Stone spread her cheeks and closely examined her asshole.  Then he licked it!  A finger probed her hole working its way in to the third knuckle—that being the whole finger!  He determined that she was virginal there.
	Slowly and did Stone undress himself.  His cock was rock hard and against Beth’s face he placed it fucking her face before dragging his hairless nut sac across her face.  Then he managed his boner into the girl’s mouth.
	Nothing was said.  No commands, no orders, no further minding communication.  Gently he moved the girl’s head back and forth; he didn’t even school the girl in that fine art of sucking.
	He didn’t cum (off) in her mouth, either.  A few ups and downs, a few pumps, then he face fucked the girl before laying down on the carpet pulling the girl onto him.  His face was “stone”; cold, rock, expressionless.  His hands smoothed over the girl’s butt, squeezing the cheeks, fingering the hole, pressing his cock hard against her until such a time as he began to grind her against him.
	When he felt the urgence surging he rolled the girl over and ejaculated onto her cunny.  Grinding his cock against her he smeared his spunk but did not enter her.  A little prodding perhaps but no entry.  Then he said flogging his dog watching her.  She was mindless.  His own thoughts were near non-existent.
	A little clean-up and a simple message to her mind “Forget.”
	An hour’s drive to another desert town that was bigger than most and just after evening fall the youngster was released in a hospital’s parking lot.  Stone motored down the street to a drive-in to nosh of a sloppy chili cheese dog.  There were lingering effects (side) to his use of what the government had inserted into his noggin.  They (the government) had saved his life after the test flight mishap (KA-BOOMB!) but on the other hand—sometime he wished they had left him in the desert to become a part of it.  He had been redesigned to be the Ultimate Soldier; the implants to his arms, legs, head, all were construed to make him stronger and think better.
	 He could see better and hear better, too.  The “seeing” was on four teenage girls also noshing on chili cheese dogs and chili cheese fries.  The “hearing” was hearing their foul talk, gutter speech, trying to be slutty tough girls.
	“Fuck yeah I’d ride with him!” said one girl; long silky dark hair, long neck, long nose, kinda had “Jewish” features but with strong Italian features, too.  Moderate titties for her age, approximately fifteen-ish.  A tall girl with long limbs, skinny body, and a daring side to go ride on the back of a motorcycle of some guy in the 12th grade.
	“Gawd, the boys in the senior class are way better than our boys.”
	“No shit, our boys are fucktards!”
	“Some boys in the 11th are ok.”
	“You’d fuck any boy with a dick!”
	The girls laughed and began talking “dick” subjects.

	Stone finished his chili dog.  Desert evening was making itself known, the temperature fluctuated between still being warm from the day and the beginning of cool for the night.  There was no moon for the night, the sky was clear and filled with millions upon millions of stars shining brightly.
	Pam Amaleski was the shortest of the bunch, very nice brown hair, nice face, nice butt.  She didn’t smack much in the way of cursing, but she did smoke and throw out a few “hell ya’s” and “damns.”  Nellie, the girl who would take a ride on a senior classman’s bike, was the cussiest.  Another girl with brown hair but worn short to just barely touching the shoulders, cussed the least but blurted out the big ones, “Fuck!” “Shit!” “Sonofabitch!” and “Cunt!”  The remaining girl, Zoey, had an angel’s voice, also smoked, and discussed openly smoking weed, drinking her dad’s beer, and having sex at school.
	The girls unwittingly had Stone’s attention.
	Acquiring “ONE” girl was easy enough.  “TWO” girls had been done without mishap.  Three girls had been done, too.  The “TWO” girls had been teenage girls, the ONE girl had been like the previous, ten.  Nellie and her friends numbered four.  FOUR!  Was it taxing?  Would it be taxing?  Stone HAD acquired a woman, too; from the secret military base “somewhere” in the desert.  Other women of military and civilian dress he had “assaulted” in various ways and manners; only one did he have full on sex with.  The rest were felt up, spanked, fed his cock, spanked, farted on, peed on, stripped naked, spanked, butt fucked (doesn’t count as sex), fondled, fingered, and … spanked!
	Four was not a risk.
	There were some boys lingering on the other side of the drive-in.  The drive-in was not a haven for teenagers but next door was a skating rink that was.  Families and hard working folk in the area frequented the drive-in; a kind of run down place but it had been “in place” for years.  A car was across the street, 2nd hand furniture stores and bars were scattered all over the area.
	Stone concentrated; he felt a little dizzy, there was that pesky ear ringing, the feeling of being on a bobbing fishing boat took him and made him feel ill.  But he recovered and there were one-two-three-FOUR! girls in his truck!

Desert deflowering
	Nellie, the girl with long limbs, Jewish/Italian features, was going “commando.”  No panties!  She had a small patch of pubes on either side of her pussy meaning she intentionally shaved herself!  On close inspection Stone determine the girl was a virgin.
	Nice titties.
	Nice butt.
	Virgin.
	After feeling on her boobies, caressing her ass, he laid the girl down, spread her legs, lay (nakedly) beside her and fingered her pussy while a rock song egged him on.  Nothing was said, no minding instructions, no minding probes, no Q/A.  When her pussy was sufficiently lubed up he mounted her.  He still took his time, though; no rush.  
	Outside the temperature was still warm but falling.  It was dark out, too; damn dark.  Stone caressed the teenager’s breasts, squeezed them, tweaked the nipples, and harbored dark things.  He dismissed those displeasing thoughts using techniques he had used during dark times in his life; specifically when he was being “reborn” (courtesy of the Government.)
	With slow precision he entered Nellie Madstream.  The fifteen year old gasped, bulged her eyes, and had never-ever been fucked before.  After the initial breach and the slow process of fucking began.  Stone was methodically in his shagging; slow and meticulous with precise pumpings—until such time as cave man instincts took over and he rapidly finished off deflowering the teen cumulating with a dramatic outburst of satisfaction.
	Wiping his bloodied schlong off with a washrag and then cleaning the girl’s broken-in cunny, he lay on the girl again, fondling her breasts and taking her into his mind.  She was unique with her combined features giving Stone to think that there was mixed parentage.  So enthralled with the girl was he that once more he made love to her.  Midway thru and he hoisted her legs up and entered her asshole—also virginal.
	A very slow anal intrusion he made but he didn’t cum therein.  He did turn the girl over and swat her ass—just because.  He liked to spank, not too hard; just enough to jiggle the flesh.  He liked the sound, he liked the distress it caused.  He rested on a moment continuing to take the naked girl who wore no panties, cleaned his dick, drank some water, then eyed the next girl, Pam.
	Pam Amaleski was midway along in her fifteenth year of life; she had lovely hair (brown) and smelled of wild roses.  She was the shortest of the girls but had a nice set of hooters.  A very nice butt, pint stripped jeans, one purple sock, one green sock that had alternating circles of red and yellow.  This girl had panties, lavender in color.  She reeked of smoke (cigarette smoker at fifteen!)  Stone put his dick her mouth to see if that would taste better (for her) and make her smell better (for him.)
	Then a titty fuck where he blasted a healthy wad of spunk onto her face.
	Outside and the dark desert resembled that of a strange alien world.  There were shooting stars, some leaving a long green stream in their wake.  There were explosions, bright brilliant lights, blinking lights, and so on.  Weird.  Stone slid down the girl’s short body, fingered her pussy assessing that she was not a virgin (but not a slut, either!)
	No foreplay.  Not much anyways.  He fingered her, fingered her, fingered her than made entry—into her.  His cock was instantly satisfied.  Reaching out to the nearby Nellie he swatted the girl’s ass.  Her mind was locked into a mindless slurry and did not recognize the abuse.
	Stone stepped up his fucking, pulling to hump the teen’s cunt before plunging back in to finish off the deed.  Pam heaved and was slightly aware (of the fact) that she had been fucked.  Her mind, like Nellie’s, was locked and not wholly aware lest she become a problem.
	After the release, more water was drunk, his cock was cleaned off, and Pam’s asshole scrutinized.  It was determined to be virginal.  Stone fucked it.  His finger fingered it—deeply.  Then his tongue probed the rim followed by his 7incher.  The girl grunted, her fingers clenched the plush fibers of the blue carpet she lay getting carpet burns.  He didn’t cum off in her asshole; pulling out he smacked his cock against her flesh, refucked her asshole for another minute—still didn’t cum.  Then spanked her until her ass was as red as a vine ripened tomato.
	Although her mind was locked her ass recognized the spanking and she shed tears.  This got Stone’s attention and he lay on her staring into her face.  Slowly—very-very slowly he probed her mind seeing what she saw in her memories.
	Smoking those funny cigarettes in a bedroom; her bedroom, with two other girls—Nellie and another girl not present.  Naked with a boy; ooooh!  A little boy!  Babysitting a little boy no more than seven, in a bathroom, in the bathtub!  Together!  Being yelled at by a man; her father.  Spanked, pants on, by an enraged father.  Spanked, pants down, panties on, by enraged father.  Shoplifting!  Resulting in the enraged father yanking down the girl’s panties and swatting her ass until she couldn’t stand it.
	Such a pretty girl to be a deviant.  Family strife and society to blame—arrest them!  Stone fingered her, smoother his hand over her body, then undressed Caryn Boomala.  He found her wearing boy shorts, but for girls; boxers.  He found her cunny hairless!  Close examination of her cunny determined that she was a virgin.
	Stone licked her cunny—foreplay!  He licked them young—er, liked.  Or more to the point, hairless.  Pubes annoyed him, he was there to fuck and eat, not floss!  He found her cunny delicious; soft, slight taste of pee, and receptive to his tongue lashing.  The girl’s cunny moistened up straightaway and the foreplay soon abated.  Entering the teen’s sex and Stone felt instant relief.  His cock swelled and the girl’s poon loosened up receiving almost every inch of him right off.
	Tall, like her friend, Nellie, Caryn was an avid ball player—er, basketball.  Stone found her breasts a little on the small side, they jiggled and captivated him almost distracting him as he ploughed her.  Short little gasps did the girl make as she was probed.  Stone slowed his pace, strained, squirted, and then picked up the pace to finish her off.
	Zoey Gowrong was fourteen, but in high school due to her high academic nature.  Average size, nice hair, a bit chubby, good personality, a bit chubby.  Full brief red panties, virgin.  Like with the other girls, Stone took some time to check the girl over; with his eyes, his hands, then his dick.  There was no sign of wearing down.  Stone humped the girl’s virgin territory, it was trim but could stand to be shaven down a bit more.
	As he laid his prick between her more than ample titties she blinked.  Her “awareness” level was higher.  Feeding her his hot saucy baby maker Stone noted the girl wrapped her lips about his prong and “sucked” on the invader like she knew how.  No Q/A.  Stone humped her mouth (and then filled it with baby making cream) before pulling out and humping her face (tea bagging!)
	Nice hair the girl had; brown, and super curly.  Her nice brown super curly hair surrounded her chubby face.  A bit of anointing into that super curly brown nice hair and then he was down to the business end, the baby production.
	Virgin.  Stone noshed on her, nipping the lips, sucking her poon, tantalizing her cunny getting her juices flowing nicely.  She made a little yelp as his cock busted her cherry.  Her brown eyes locked to his steely cold dark eyes,
	“W-who are you?” she asked.
	Stone stared her down making her genuinely uncomfortable.
	“Oh!  MY!  GAWD!” she blurted suddenly realizing that she was being raped.  No emotions whatsoever did Stone present.  His face was as cold and uncaring as were his eyes.  He pumped slowly and steadily creaming her cunny’s interior moments later.  He shuddered, it was uncontrollable.  Then he pulled out and spanked her cum laden cunny turning her over and stuffing himself up her ass.
	Zoey noted her friends but didn’t freak.  She breathed hard in a panic but that was as far as “freaking out” as she was going to let herself go.  Stone moved the pair to where Zoey’s mouth was placed on Nellie’s cunt.  He himself continued fucking her asshole until unleashing a pent up torrent of butthole busting cum.

*
And then…?
	The girls, Leah, Mikala, Bridget, Nina, Brenda, and the lone boy, Lonnie, were “fixed.”  It took a while, a long process to obliterate their minds of their horrific memories.  There would be no chance of any of them remembering anything of what had happened to them—Stone Durange was good.
	The girls, and lone boy, were divvied up between the Durange family to be released north and south of the horsey farm—far-far from the horsey farm.  It had been a good reunion for the family whereas afterwards they went on their separate ways again.  Another incident was always, of course, just around the corner.

The morel Orel—what an asshole!
	The news of the nation wasn’t good; lack of jobs, unemployed peoples scavenging for work not in their field—then getting fired or laid off due to their inexperience (in that field.)  Things were tough all over.  And for a single dad raising three girls it was even worse.  An oilfield worker who had diversified himself in several key jobs related to the oilfields suddenly found himself on seriously hard times.  If he were on his own he wouldn’t worry so and figured he would make out—but with three daughters?
	House payment, truck, maintenance, insurances, food, and assorted incidentals added up to way more than his meager unemployment check covered.  There was savings but that was drying up too also as well.  Small jobs didn’t cut it; delivering newspapers, washing cars, handyman work, still barely made ends meet but it was a stretch to stretch those ends to make them meet.  A lot of cutbacks and it hurt to see his girls miss out on school events, going out with friends, and so  on.
	The girls, Trisha, Michelle, and Darlene loved their daddy and knew that there was money problems.  So they took it upon themselves to help out; they made lemonade from their own lemon trees from their backyard and sold them from their front yard.  They made cookies, too.  But their biggest sale was beads (non-anal.)
	The girls made treks to the beach with friends and family to the beach where they collects beach driftwood, shells, and beads from local shops.  Once home they assembled the collection and helped out the family money woes.
	But it still wasn’t quite enough.  It helped, but still…
	Enter Orel.
	Leo Pepperflake’s story made the news; he made it a point to explain that he wasn’t looking for a handout but a job so that he and his girls wouldn’t have to move to a small but more affordable home.  Moral was touched by the man’s story and contacted him.  But not with a job proposal.
	“I’ll make you an offer,” Moral said to the man, “a more than generous one.” And he wrote down a figure handing to the man.  Leo was not a tall man, but his eldest daughter was!  A few days growth of beard, receding hairline, within reach of his 40th birthday, the slender man was gasping for help.
	The proposal Moral presented him flabbergasted him—the money and then what he (and his family) had to do to get it.
	“Cash!” added Moral.
	“W-who do I have to kill?” Leo asked chidingly.
	Moral chuckled, “Your family morals.”
	For the cash Orel was offering Leo, his family would have to shed their morals—and clothes!  Leo was stunned.  His eyes bulged and mouth hung open in astounding astonishment.  The first words out of his stunned mouth were, though:
	“They’ll never go for it.” to wit Orel smiled saying,
	“I have a plan!” then, “I have a device (Device) that will enable them to shed their morals—and clothes.”
	Leo continued to be stunned.  Orel continued to persuade.
	“They will never know what happened, they wont remember.”
	Leo nodded, “T-that would be good.” gulp “that-that they wont remember.”
	Orel smiled, outward and inward.  He had the man’s interest, he was truly considering the indecent proposal.  Then,
	“T-then what?”
	“Well,” since you asked “see them pose, on their hands and knees, legs open, cheeks spread.”  Orel let that sink in.  The man nodded his head “seeing” the girls doing those things mentioned.  Orel noted the man being a little fidgety.
	“For a little more scratch (money) they would have to do advanced things.”
	“What “things”?”
	“Fingering themselves, peeing standing up, peeing thru their panties, then naked.” Also, “Some spanking, bare hand to bare ass.”
	Leo shook his head, “I-I don’t know if I can.”
	Orel nodded, “It’s ok, it’s not for everyone.”
	And it was left at that.  Orel went on his way leaving a contact number.  On the back of the card he left the notation of the tempting and relieving amount of money to be offered.

	A couple of days later…
	Sitting on the cement porch of the back step and Leo Pepperflake mulled over “the offer.”  It was hideous, immoral, illicit, illegal.  But it sure would make the money woes disappear!  He sucked on a beer with his mind swimming in what it would be like to be debt free.  But at what cost?  His morals?  Could he live with himself for “selling” his daughters to settle debts and clear others?
	He was joined by his eldest daughter, Trisha.
	“What’s up, Pop?” she asked settling down beside him.  They had a good rapport, a good relationship.  But how would it be if he accepted the man’s money?
	“Just thinking.” Leo replied.
	Trisha had a soda and noted the off-brand beer her pop had.
	“Thought you hated that kind?”
	Leo shrugged, “It was cheap, on sale.” He preferred a more domestic kind, but it was a few dollars more and current financial circumstances such as they were standing—cheap beer was just as good as the expensive kind.
	The day was warm, evening type time was lingering; birds chirped, neighbor kids screamed, dogs barked, Leo farted.
	“Nice.” said his daughter drollingly.
	Leo said nothing but gave a half hearted snicker.  Then,
	“What—what you do for money?”
	“’scuse me?”
	“I mean, uh, w-what you do?  For money?”
	“Anything, I guess.” careful…
	Leo said nothing more, it sounded better in his head.  He sighed and tried to finger out if there was a way to bring up the subject.  He knew his daughter pretty well; how would she react to indecent proposal proposed by the man, Orel?  As far as he knew, Trisha was a virgin.  She cussed, she knew all the naughty words but what about sex?  Surely she knew what a blowjob was and probably what it meant to “take it up the ass.”  She knew what rape was, sodomy, but there were intricate delicacies regarding those sex acts.
	Could she pose naked for a stranger?
	Would she allow herself to be spanked, fingered?
	His daughter was fairly light hearted, caring, and smart.  Would she lower herself to be submissive to the man’s unnatural desires?  There were too many questions.  He knew his daughter—but did he really?
	“I’ve heard some things.” Leo began again.
	“What things?”
	“Oh, things that some families are doing to—to make their financial ends meaningful.”
	“What things?”
	Leo swigged down his beer and stared out into the backyard.
	“Needs mowing,” he mused with his thoughts drifting, “trees need trimmed.”  Garage needed cleaned out, the garden shed needed some paint, refrigerator needed food, living room furniture needed replaced.
	A big sigh, a shake of the head; he couldn’t do it.
	Hanging his head he muttered, “I cant do it.”
	“Do WHAT, Poppy, cant do what?”
	“Sell my soul!” ‘cause that’s what it amounted to.

	But for $25,000…
	That would bring his current bills current, put food in the pantry as well as the refrigerator, pay up on other bills, and make life a little easier until the next job came along.  The bonus was, of course, the EMAD.
	Leo didn’t know much about the Devices, save that they were illegal and dangerous, and practically everyone seemed to have one!  They were worse than guns!
	“A-and they wont be harmed?” Leo inquired.
	“Absolutely not!” Orel assured the man.
	But how could Leo look his girls in the face?
	“I’ll make it thirty, my final offer.” Orel said patting the thick manila envelope.  “Cash.”
	Thirty thousand dollars.  Was that the going price for a soul?
	“A-and they wont know?”
	“Not a thing!” smiled Orel.
	Leo sighed then nodded saying “Ok.”
	“Excellent!”
	Excellent!

	Trisha.
	While conversing with her father about—what else—bills, Orel Ostrich “snuck up” behind her unseen.  He was “seen” by the girl’s father, but to the girl, he was “unseen.”  The marvels of the EMAD were marvelous!  There were side effects, though; headaches, ringing in the ears, blurred vision, and “never trust a fart!”	
	If the possessor of such a gadget could handle those maladies then so be it.
	Orel had not only overcome such pesky annoyances that he had just about completely dismissed them.  His pursuit of destroying the moral fiber of a family unit overshadowed any malady that waylaid him.
	Once the lights on the EMAD indicated that the teenager’s brain wave patterns had been established and thusly manipulated to a state of “capture”, Orel locked eyes with Leo.  He smiled then lifted the girl’s shirt.
	Had Trisha been fully aware, herself, the girl would have surely freaked out.
	Double that when Orel patted her midriff and then butt.
	Leo was stunned to the point of being utterly flabbergasted.
	He couldn’t believe it.
	There was further disbelief when the girl’s shirt was lifted OFF followed by her bra.  Leo’s mouth fell open; he blinked his eyes and possibly stopped breathing.  Orel continued to stun the man by undoing the girl’s turquoise jeans and lowering them.
	“Been awhile since you’ve last seen her this way, eh?”
	Leo nodded.  He was sweating and getting antsy.
	Trisha’s green tinted panties came down and Orel thought Leo was going to pass out.
	‘Have you had bad thoughts about her?’
	“B-bad thoughts?”
	‘Yes, you know—sex.  Have you wanted to have sex with her?’
	Leo couldn’t concentrate on anything else but his naked daughter—like responding to Orel’s mind invasive questions.
	‘Would you like her to SUCK your dick?’
	No response.  Leo couldn’t even conceive such an act.
	‘Ok, if—IF she WANTED to—if she said, “Hey, Pop, can I SUCK your dick?” would you let her?’
	That was a toughie.  Leo blinked his eyes excessively but couldn’t rightly concoct an answer.  It was too far fetched.
	Orel let it be and helped step the girl’s feet out of her clothes.  She then was sat on a foot stool that was up against a chair in need of repair (or replacement.)  The girl’s legs were spread and Leo’s eyes focused (or feasted) square on the girl’s naked bush.
	To Orel’s eye she appeared to be virgin.
	‘She wants to suck you.’ Orel said mindingly.  He heard a distinctive whine in his ears, his head itched, the right eye blurred, and in his gut there was “movement.”  All telltale signs of side effects to the use of the minding device.
	‘Take your clothes off, Leo, let her suck you.’
	Leo moved slowly to a standing position.
	‘Have you sucked a boy’s dick?’ the question was posed to Trisha.
	‘Yes.’ she answered in her mind.
	‘Are you a virgin?’
	A slight pause as she strove to hide the answer; but, ‘No.’
	Orel fingered the girl’s cunny revving up her juices.  The day was young, just after noon.  The other girls, twelve year old Michelle and seven year old Darlene were elsewhere for the day making it suitable for the deconstruction of the family unit to begin.
	At length and Leo Pepperflake was naked.  His cock was semi hard—it got harder when his teenage daughter began slurping on him.  She hadn’t sucked cock too often but she seemed a natural—a pro!  Leo hadn’t been sucked on in very long time.  And even his wife didn’t parlay giving him oral pleasure.  She was a straight laced kind of Baptist and Missionary was about the only position there was.
	As Trisha serviced her father, Orel entered her from behind.  Her pussy was nice and moist and receptive to his manhood.  He slid in; the girl groaned, grunted, and got a mouthful and a cuntful of cock jiz for her efforts.
	Leo was hooked.
	“Give her a spanking.” She’ll love it!
	Like a zombie, though, Leo positioned his naked teenage daughter across his lap as he sat on the footstool.  One swat, two swat, three swat, FOUR!  Orel slipped into the girl’s mouth his cock fresh from her cunt filling her mind with a new way of life.
	‘You want to suck your Poppy’s cock—every day!’
	‘You want your Poppy to SPANK you—every day!’
	‘You want to get FUCKED by your Poppy—more than once a week.’
	As well as Up the Ass, balls across the face, in the shower, on her hands and knees, Reverse Missionary, and Around-the-World.
	Leo, on his own, held up engaging sexually with his daughter.  Orel let it ride shoving his fuckstick up the girl’s ass finding out that she took it up the ass more than her cunt.
	‘Your daughter wants you to fuck her.’ minded Orel.
	Still, though, the moral fiber of the family unit remained.  It was strained, stretched, but was thinning out.  Orel, however, took his time to weave his wickedness dislodging the fiber.  Before he left for the day, Leo was fully engaging sexually with his child.  Orel stayed as long as he needed to, to see the family man cumming off in his daughter’s cunt.
	‘Everyday…’

An office and used to be gentleman
	Orel wasn’t content with disrupting the family bliss of one family; nooooo, he went on to corrupt another.  This occurred by chance—sorta.  Thru the chanced meeting of an old high school friend Orel met the woman’s family as well as another family.  The first family consisted of Deputy Reserve Officer Ed Dolphinose, his wife, and three boys.  The oldest boy, Scotty, was a nice looking lad; blond hair, blue eyes, tall, strapping lad!  And after a few visits to the house Orel learned about that tall strapping lad—he had horny tendencies.
	Well don’t we all!
	By using his nifty Device Orel was able to learn that the strapping lad was an avid masturbator.  He liked to hump his bed as well as the butts of his younger siblings.  Awesome!  Nothing more sexual than that, though.  But Scotty was fairly normal in that he desired mostly to get laid.  To see a girl naked, in her panties, on his face, to experience sexual naughtiness at its finest.
	He wasn’t “gay” per se, but was curious about what sucking cock was like or would be.  He had close friends but wasn’t about to approach any of them with the subject of “hey, can I suck your cock—just to see what’s it like?”  Scotty seemed more curious about cock sucking than cunt fucking.  Awesome!
	Orel thought he would help the boy out.
	And as it turned out—
	Although Scotty’s dad was a nice enough fellow, he was a little strict with his boys.  More than once did Scotty get in some sort of trouble resulting in his ass getting beat.  Usually it was a swat to the ass, pants on.  Depending on the severity of course.  More than once, but less than several, Scotty got the belt to his ass—pants on.  On some occasions his pants were down and he got belted—undies on.
	Rare occasions had his underwear down.
	But other than those occasions the two had a good relationship.
	Orel determined that Ed didn’t care for child molesters, perverts, or butt fuckers.  He did, however, like porn!  He liked Japanese anima (and porn!)  He liked girl on girl but no guys.  He DID like to see girls (women) tied up and spanked and royally fucked.  Interesting.
	The relationship between Ed and his wife, Darla, was strained.  Darla was a nurse, she worked long hours—just like Ed.  Ed’s primary job was that of an electrician.  Darla worked as a slut; she’d fuck anybody for any reason (or none) anytime—anywhere.  Slut!  Mostly her co-workers, patients, and Ed’s cohorts in the sheriff’s department as well as at the company he worked for.  Slut!
	Back to Scotty.
	And Ed.
	Sight unseen—literally.  The side effects; headaches, splitting headaches, nosebleeds, blurred vision, etc. were a nuisance.  But the use of the EMAD was too much of a temptation not use!  Although the primary use of the Device was to enjoy sexual frivolity albeit unto himself there was equal joy in manipulating others—into sexual frivolity!
	‘Your son wants to suck your cock—will you let him?’
	Blink-blink-blink—w-what?  Ed couldn’t even conceive an answer let alone the concept of the question.  It was too far out there.  So,
	‘Your son wants to suck your cock.  You will let him.’
	And it took a few repeats of that command to make it stick.
	Bringing up the images of Japanese school girls being tied up and spanked helped Ed get and maintain an erection—all the while his blond haired son (and Ed was jet black haired) fucked his son’s mouth.  (and Darla was dark haired, too!)
	Both father and son were naked.  In his son’s bedroom the two stood naked.  It was one of those days when the other family members were out of the house.  It paved the way for Orel to ply his trade.  He didn’t much care for watching Ed get naked but there was odd pleasure watching Scotty do so!
	‘Cum in his mouth!’
	Orel was getting off watching the performance.
	Ed had a significant boner but cumming off was a toughie to do.
	Thankfully the images of young Japanese school girls being spanked helped the issue along and a great emission there was.  So much so that it spilled out of the cock sucking son’s mouth!  Scotty’s own bone was hard, too.
	No need to waste that!
	‘Suck your son’s cock.’
	And after several repeated repeats of said cock sucking command, Deputy (reserve) Ed sucked off his son!  Orel was pleased.
	But wait!  There’s more!
	‘Turn him around…’
	And after turning his son around—
	‘Up the ass.’	
	Ed Dolphinose had never—never—never-ever fucked ANYONE “up the ass.”  First time for every hole!  Of course, a little pre-probing was in order.  Starting off with ‘give him a licking!’ and not via a belt.
	Orel was pleased.  This was working out better than expected.
	After a furious ass mastering (after a furious ass(hole) licking) Ed came.
	Like in his son’s other hole, Ed’s cream oozed out of his son’s shitter totally draining the man.  Asked if whether or not he (Scotty) liked being fucked up the ass, ‘it was ok.’
	It was ok!?  It was his first time—sorta.  Objects like candles, screwdriver handles, the plunger handle, anything “round” and accommodating he shoved a time or two (or three) up his ass “to see how it felt.”
	The two then took a shower together where once more, with his cock lubricated with soap, Ed re-fucked his son’s ass.  Then, after the shower and drying off—Scotty re-sucked his dad’s dick!  Awesome!

Like a cancer
	Having a Mind Altering Device (Electronic) enabling corruption of the family unit was like a cancer—it just spread and spread and spread like tendrils of a vine.  During a summer barbeque whereas friends of Ed and Darla’s were company along with Orel, Orel proposed a new corruption for Ed regarding the visiting friend’s and their twelve year old daughter, Portia—named after a Shakespearean play The Merchant of Venice.
	She wasn’t a hottie, not a looker, but a girl.  Plain and simple.  Nice body features, and twelve.  Ed had three boys, a slutty wife, so was he a normal guy and had stray thoughts regarding girls.  Real girls?  How intact was his moral fiber?
	‘Would you like to see her naked?’
	Long pause; then,
	‘Maybe.’
	‘If you happened to see her naked—would you look?’
	Short pause; then,
	‘Yes.’
	Orel chuckled to himself.  He was in.  It was a beginning.