August Moone
Book 3
Sidetrips
Chapter 14
Amazing Bullshit Stories

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	They watched in amazement, total disbelief, astounding astonishment, unbelievable awe as a teenage girl unaware of her being observed did a shag nasty.  She was in the backyard of a large farm house, she apparently was alone.  She was late teens, possibly even very early 20s.  The backyard was large, had not one but two pools, a whirlpool, a rock pool, a Koi pond, some Asian garden thing on one side, a vegetable garden on the other.
	The Subject WAS pretty.  She was not too tall, very-very slender with a very bodacious set of hooters!  And then there was her ass.  She had a wondrous ass like no other!  And she was topped off with a incredible amounts of bouncy/curly blond hair with a bit of strawberry blended in for good measure.
	She had an angelic face, too; very creamy skin, long limbs, great ass, marvelous hooters.  
	She was adorned with a bright orange bikini, it was with Hawaiian type flowers to cut down on the brightness.  It snuggly clung to her body, she was a true marvel.
	It was also noted that in the backyard there appeared to be something of a “farm” yard; here there were pigs, goats, a miniature horse, and a few chickens.  No dogs, no big horses or cows.  The farm yard area detracted from the rest of the home setting, the home itself seemed to be quite lavish, it was nestled in the deep woods, it was the furthest set back from some other equally lavish homes; but none of them were noted to have farm animals.
	August, Ted, Danny, and newest member, Lawrence, had taken off (again) for a brief hike.  August had not heard any further “throp-throp-thropping” of the pesky nosey helicopter, but he was worried that a nosey potential land vehicle or high flying fixed wing patrol craft could pick the “family” out.
	The “Device” was left with Charlotte.  She had the Device, too, lodged into her noggin, it wasn’t as potent as August’s, but it was there and could do well enough to “discourage” nosey interlopers.  
	Newborns Amber & Alex were approaching 3 months in age and had only been in the World three weeks.  Ted couldn’t make sense of it, only sufficing to acclaim that their metabolism had been kicked into high gear.
	It somewhat worried their parents, both wondering and realizing that their was the potentiality for them (August/Charlotte) to see their children grow into toddlers, children, teens, adults, and seniors in a matter of just a year!
	It only propelled August to seek out a Doorway to the OtherSide, it was where he supposed the Twins were conceived, so it was there it was plausible they needed to be, for some lame reason or another.
	So off he went for a walk, to seek out the Cosmos!

	He found no evidence of a Doorway, no vibes of the missing Wendsy, but after three hours of intense walking along the rustic foothills and pastures, they came to the back end of some regal estates.
	The boys settled down in the rough unkempt area of the forest, easily spying on the unawares young lady sunning herself by the poolside, one of the pools.  The farmyard animals just merrily had a run of the place, loping here and there as they willed.  The large veggie garden was fenced off to keep the smaller critters from having their lunch there.
	August thought he would do something to perpetuate the situation more to his liking.  But he needn’t have to.  The young lovely ran her hands up and down her lovely-lovely body, lightly tweaking her nipples and running her fingers under the hem at her crotch.  Her legs parted and the Spies all began gouging themselves…
	She wore dark sunglasses so it wasn’t overly sure if she were “awake/aware” or not.  It was a nice profile shot.  There was a beige thick brick fence that encircled the grand backyard, it was merely five feet in height with a buffer zone of lupines and other assorted wildflowers along with thick heavy shrubs.  Just beyond that was a small fire road clearing and then the segue into the forest.  
	August and Co. slipped out of the forest and eased up a little closer to the fence.  Lawrence was a little concerned about being “seen.”
	“No need to worry about that.” August assured him.  So he didn’t.

                         -and now for something completely different-

Point of View
	Even as Miss Gallawan's convertible was slipping through traffic, Ellie May was still trying to argue herself out of the trip. 
	"I don't need no more clothes," she told the fussy old woman.  She was a friend of the family, top notch; she looked like a broomstick with a shriveled up old apple on the top. "I got plenty."
	"Hmm, yes," Miss Gallawan said, keeping her eyes on the road. "But there are a few gaps in your wardrobe."
	Ellie May looked down at herself. Her abundant breasts were concealed by a man's shirt, with the ends tied in a knot around her stomach. A pair of battered-looking jeans hugged her shapely legs tightly, held up by a rope around her waist.
	"I ain't got no gaps," she said petulantly. "There ain't nothing showing!" Miss Gallawan chuckled to herself as she pulled the car into a parking space near a dress shop.  She almost had to drag Ellie May in, until the girl caught sight of an elaborate wedding gown in one corner of the display window. 
	"Kin I try on that one?" she asked. Miss Gallawan agreed; anything to get her into the store. Once inside, Ellie May did try on the wedding gown, and Miss Gallawan took advantage of the glow from that experience to slip several other outfits onto the girl’s lush young body. But eventually her obstinace returned. Ellie May simply wasn’t into wearing refined dresses.
	She and her family had come into money.  Lots of it, an oil reserve beneath their property in a remote section of the Ozarks propelled the family to seek other digs.  Big famous cities were the natural calling, but didn’t sit well with the downhome family.
	So the family and their new wealth came to rest in a semi secluded area in the northern Midwest.  It wasn’t so far from home and and some appearances of “home.”  Their new wealth greatly gained them many friends, especially the owner/operator of the local bank where the Halpert family reigned supreme with their money.
	(When a LARGE sum of money came to rest in a privately owned bank, it greatly increased the owner of said bank’s pull, his status, and many other known and not so known perks.)
	He became a “friend” to the hillbilly Halperts.  They were backwoodsy and very unrefined.  The first thing that caused problems was Ellie May’s critters, she even had pet monkeys!  But with the family home situated the way it was, the presence of the animals was little known.
	Other than Ellie May there was her Pa, a mountain man who had reconstructed his still and it was in high production.  There, too, was her granny.  Then there was the lunkhead, Jethro Bodine.  He was strong, built, a little older than cousin Ellie May, but as for smarts?  
	He had opted for the family to move to California and Beverly Hills, but that was just too fancy for the Halperts.  He was a go getter and had high ideas about breaking into movies, being a director, producer, writer, and star of the next blockbuster.
	But he was as dumb as an ox.
	The sales clerk was ready to admit defeat as Ellie May rejected dress after dress. Miss Gallawan, however, had the clerk put aside two particularly pretty dresses, and now had one last objective.
	"How about a bathing suit, Ellie May?"
	"A bathin' suit? I need something special just to take a bath?" 
	"No, no, Ellie May. You need something to wear when you're lounging outside. You can't just go around in that outfit (indicating her typical attire of the shirt and jeans) all the time. Remember, you're in Aurora Hills.  Famous movie stars are here, elegant dinning establishments, fine homes with extravagant swimming pools. You need something to wear in your pool." 
	"Aw, heck, if I want to go for a swim I don't wear nothin'. That's the best way." 
	"Well, that's not how it's done in Aurora Hills.” Miss Gallawan decreed defiantly.  “Here, try this one on." Miss Gallawan held up a demure one-piece suit in a rather hideous bright Hawaiian style orange.
	Ellie May rejected it quickly, but the sales clerk decided to give it a shot. She pulled out a wispy yellow bikini. Ellie May's eyes widened. 	"Underwear!" she said. "You want me to wear underwear around people?" It took some fast talking to explain the difference and the girl didn't seem completely clear on the concept. But she did agree to change into the bikini. 
	The bright yellow suit did show off Ellie May's bountiful body with all its curves. Miss Gallawan insisted the outfit was perfect and had the sales clerk wrap it up. On the way back to the Halpert estate, she tried to explain tan lines to Ellie May; gave up, and just insisted that the girl put on her suit and get some time in the sun as soon as possible. 
	Inside the house, her Pa, Granny and Cousin Jethro were bustling about, getting ready for a trip into town.
	"Git your carcass out to the car," Granny squawked at Ellie May when she started up the long, winding staircase to the second floor. 
	"Uh-uh, I cain't go," Ellie May explained. "Miss Gallawan says I have to go put on some new underwear and sit out by the pool so's I can get a sunburn on my chest. That way I'll fit in with everybody else." 
	Granny shook her head, she decided not to bother working on Ellie May for now, and went out and climbed into the family pickup from bygone days.  It was a 1930 Limo, near mint condition and just the thing for living in Aurora Hills.
	They were all gone when Ellie May came back down the stairs in her skimpy bikini. She went out through the kitchen to the pool and found a sunny spot to lie down on a poolside lounge chair.
	It was a typically warm, beautiful sunny Midwest day. Ellie May closed her eyes and settled back, dutifully turning over every so often as Miss Gallawan had instructed. "Like a hog on a spit," she mused out loud. 	She was lying on her stomach, her eyes closed and her round butt sticking up when a wet touch on her back made her jump up. 
	"Not now, Jethro!  What ... oh, it's you, Blazer," she said. Blazer was a  goat about four feet high. Its tongue was still hanging out as it backed away, frightened by Ellie May's startled jump. She coaxed it back. 
	"Come on, Blazer, it's OK. I'm sorry I scared you. Come on!" The goat cautiously trotted back to her side. She stroked its dense gray and white fur as she talked to it softly. "Hey, I missed you this morning. How you doing?" The goat, of course, made no reply. But it was panting heavily and seemed much more skittish than usual.
	"What's wrong, Blazer?" Even as she asked, Ellie May saw the problem. Blazer's cock was stiff and hanging down. Now Ellie May understood the glazed look in his eyes. 
	"You're missing Sweeters, ain't ya?" she purred to her pet. Blazer’s sweetie hadn‘t made the trip.  Ellie May‘s Pa had told her the goat had wandered off. 
	"I'm sorry, Blazer. I guess you miss her a lot, huh?" Almost as if he understood her words, Blazer pressed against her smooth skin, rubbing his flanks on her. Knowing a lot about all kinds of animals from back home Ellie May looked down at his cock again. 
	"Maybe I can help you out a bit," she said, and reached down. With one hand she petted his back, keeping him calm, while the other gently encircled his stiffness. Slowly she stroked the long, erection, slipping her fingers back and forth across the swollen head. Blazer moved against her, rubbing his fur into her smooth skin. Every now and then, a slight tremor shook his skinny body. As Ellie May stroked the goat's cock, she felt a warmth spreading in her own crotch. She shifted hands on his shaft and plunged the other inside her skimpy bikini briefs, rubbing herself until she was wet enough to admit a couple of fingers.
	As her passion increased, she got off the lounge and stood behind the animal, keeping up her stroking on his cock while she frigged herself, tugging her suit down for better access. Her breasts bulged out of the scanty bra cups, pressing into the goat's back. She moaned softly as she felt the goat's hard cock swelling slightly, and then a hot spray of cum shot out the tip. 
	"There, Blazer, that's better, isn't it?" she whispered in his ear as she climbed back onto the lounger. But while the goat was now sated, Ellie May found her own juices were flowing hot and heavy. She pulled the suit off the rest of the way and went back to rubbing and fingering herself, until she felt a cold, wet nose pushing her hand away. As she looked up between the mounds of her breasts, she saw Blazer move into position between her legs and lap at her. 
	The scraping of his rough tongue on her sensitive pussy lips excited her. She ground herself against his face. But several minutes of his lapping still left her feeling restless. Then her eyes widened briefly. Pushing the goat away from her, Ellie May slipped off the lounge chair and got on her hands and knees on the ground, raising her bottom up and presenting her swamp box  pussy to Blazer.
	He got the idea quickly, and Ellie May was pleased to see his cock was once again long and hard. The goat climbed up her back and inserted his cock in her eager cunt. It was far too long to go in all the way, but Ellie May took as much as she could, bucking back against his frantic rutting.
	"You fuck me good, you hear?" she encouraged him. Her breasts jiggled as she pushed back against his thrusts, and Ellie May soon slipped off the bra and caressed her tits with one hand, squashing the firm mounds and massaging the erect nipples. "That's real good, Blazer," she told the animal as he madly drove into her tunnel. As Blazer finally exploded inside her and the hot jet of cum ignited Ellie May's own bucking, screaming orgasm, Cousin Jethro came through the back door of the house and stopped short. He disappeared back inside and soon came out with his Uncle Jebidiah.
 	"Look, Uncle Jebidiah," Jethro said, pointing to where Ellie May lay face down naked on the ground while the goat nuzzled lazily at her sodden cunt. "Look what Ellie May’s a-doin’!”
	Jebidiah, a grizzled old back woods mountain man, nodded his head and turned to go back inside.
	"Ain't you gonna say anything?" Jethro demanded. "Ain't you gonna tell her she can't do that?" 
	"She ain't hurtin' nobody--leastways I don't think the goat minded!" Jebidiah observed. 
	“Well dang it all!” bitched Jethro.  He stomped out of the kitchen, his uncle shook his head, “Dumb as an ox.  But that aint saying good things about the ox!”  he slipped out a side door and scampered to tend to his still.
 
	Ellie May had returned to try and “get a tan”, not bothering to put her bathing suit/underwear back on, she left the $95 garment on the turquoise cement deck and laid out on her stomach on a stone bench by the pool.  The sun gently warmed her lovely near creamy skin.
	Poking his head up out of the water and to the lip of the poolside, Jethro eased his tall hunky frame up, peering right down the long creamy legs of his cousin.  At where the legs met he saw muffin.  Slick cum laden pubic hairs, he gulped for air and found himself humping the porous pool wall.  (if he weren’t careful he would once more slip his dick into the inlet tube and get more of a dynamic blowjob than he desired.)
	Ellie May parted her legs, her hand came to be at her delectable cunny and lightly she began to frig.  Her ass pooched upwards to the glowing orb in the sky, Jethro had a hard time keeping his wits.  (of what wits he had.)
	Her fingers diligently dove into the recesses of her womanhood, finger herself was a way of life for the mountain girl.  She bit into her lip and rub her fingers to her clit, she began to thrash about and contemplated seeking out Blazer again for another go when suddenly…
	“Hold still now!” commanded a not so deep voice coming from a well built mountain boy.  Though he were her cousin, that didn’t matter to hill folk.  It was virtually expected.  If cousins DIDN’T fool around by the time they were in their teens, there was something apt to wrong with them.
	Ellie May didn’t cotton to too much frolic from her mountain cousin, she tolerated his advances and other shenanigans, but she just didn’t care to overly have sex with him.
	Jethro came over her legs, straddling her.  Despite Ellie May’s size, her being a girl, Ellie May was STRONG.  Very strong.  Damn strong.  She wrestled with bears and thunderstorms.  That wasn’t to say Jethro wasn’t strong himself, he didn’t want to put a hurt on the girl, he was already naked and his very manly cock came to rest between Ellie May’s cheeks.
	She DID struggle and put up a bit of a fight, that was natural and her way.  But she really didn’t mind if she got buggered or fucked, there were just times that she didn’t care to.  Now was not one of those times, but still she needed to put up a good front.
	Jethro held her arms behind her back and smacked her perfectly shaped ass mounds, glided up and down the crack, poked the backdoor, then began easing his manliness into her love canal.
	Ellie May squirmed around, tightened up, made pleasing sounds and bucked back into her cousin (although she pretended greatly to protest the intrusion.)
	Jethro continued entering his sweet animal crazy cousin.  He eased every inch of his seven inch prong into her.  It wasn’t its first visit.  Once all the way seated he released her arms and clung to her delicious cheeks.  He pulled most of the way out and then glided back into her.  Cousin Ellie May tightened her pussy muscles a might and slid her self back and forth along his prong.  It wasn’t like being fucked by Blazer, but close counts.
	Jethro pumped slowly, fired up and plowed quickly until he felt the stirrings of love surging into his cock.  He then stepped it down a bit, even to go as far as pulling out and humping her equally tight sphincter, spanking her cheeks, her pussy, and humping her gash before sliding back into her.
	They pumped an endurance until finally both succumbed to a quivering multi orgasm. Jethro slipped off back into the pool.  Ellie May lay as she had, ass still up in the air, pulling her cheeks in some sort of odd disgusting attempt to dry her gooied sex, or give God a BA!
	She was a little annoyed at her cousin for doinking her.  When she had recovered from her orgasmic shiver she slid into pool herself, giving chase to her cousin in an attempt to rip his balls off.
	Their pool frolic only segued into another bout of lovemaking, Jethro once more able to pin her.  Ellie May was an excellent fighting/defender (on ground.)  The bouncy of the pool gave her a disadvantage.  Jethro, though, was right at home and pinned his young cousin at the shallow end fan steps.
	As soon as his throbbing fuck pole entered her cunny she automatically wrapped her long legs about Jethro’s waist and fucked into him.  Their union had not gone unobserved.  Jebidiah tending his still watched, his cock was out and he hammered it good while watching the two in the pool.
	And watching the shenanigans as well was scrawny Miss Gallawan.  She had come back for some business discussions with Jeb.  She was the bank president’s personal secretary and therefore a close friend of the Halpert family.  It was put to Miss Gallawan to “help out” the backwoods family integrate into the high society of Aurora Hills.
	She was in the side yard and watching all, she wore a very tight 1960ish out-of--style business skirt.  She had a high quirky voice, a scrawny old bony body, and somewhere lost in her late 40s or further.  Her mouth was open as she leaned against the wall of the house, one hand gently squeezing a small “B” cup breast while the other hand “busied” itself fingering herself.  It could be seen that her panties had been worked down mid thigh.
	Again Ellie May was pissed at her cousin and before she could do damage to his sensitive testicles he fled the pool area.  Seeing Granny moving in the kitchen, it was best to avoid her lest she get a hickory switch to his naked body for running around indecent like.  Granny didn’t cotton to that.
	Jethro ran smack dab into Miss Gallawan.
	The shriveled broomstick old woman firstly met Jethro’s eyes, then his well chiseled chin, his regally defined buff chest.  She then took a long-long gander at his schlong that was thick, meaty, beefy, and though limp and hanging down, it was something to behold.
	And Miss G beheld.
	Naturally Jethro wasn’t too thrilled with Miss Gallawan, he wouldn’t diss her in front of her face,he was a mountain boy who was polite and had manners.  But Gallawan was just unappealing, sexually and otherwise.
	“Oh Jethro!” Miss Gallawan breathed.  She practically melted.  There was no escaping, Cousin Ellie May was looking to rip his balls off, Granny was in a switching mood already, the air was scented with the strong scent of Uncle Jeb’s moonshine still fixings--this only meant that he was probably already sampling some of his brew and therefore a little a little “tight”, and that only meant he was potentially dangerous as he was expert in the fine usage of various shooting irons.
	Miss G reached out for the naked mountain hunk, drawing him closer.  She herself stepped back further along side the house, behind some shrubs.  Ellie May’s voice could be heard calling, she would simmer down in a while and things would be back to normal.  Until then, Jethro just needed to stay out of sight.
	Miss Gallawan ran her hand up and down his cock, clutching his balls.  So long as he didn’t directly LOOK at her, he could hang.  Sort of.  And so long as Miss Gallawan didn’t TALK.  He tried calling up the image of his cousin having sex with Blazer the goat, then the fine image and feelings of slipping his cock into her fucking her proper.  There was the fine image of the first time he had nailed her, she had been nigh but 12 yrs young while he was nay but 14.  She had given him a blowjob when she was 14, and when she turned 16 he was plugging her up her backdoor.
	These remembrances helped achieve a mighty erection.
	Much to the pleasure of Miss Gallawan.
	When Jethro opened his eyes he was very stunned; Miss Gallawan was naked.  She sat on a box-crate, legs open, cunt awaiting pleasure.  Her boobs hung down and were most unappealing.  That was general of her body as a whole.
	It wasn’t so much as retching, just unusable.  She was scrawny and hadn’t had a lay in YEARS.  She was something of a spinster, but a horny spinster.  
	Jethro was in a fix.  He didn’t know what to do.  His cock was hard, thinking of Ellie May, he wondered where Granny was, Uncle Jeb, and Pricilla the wonder horse.  (the miniature pony…)
	Closing his eyes Jethro slid into the slicked up snatch.
	Surprisingly (or not) it was tight.  Eagerly the poon gripped the mountain hunk’s cock and drew him inward, squeezing his schlong and taking him fully.
	Jethro was perplexed (which wasn’t hard to do).  He kept his eyes closed and drove his seven inch pole into the hungry snatch and then proceeded with the fucking.  He gripped Miss G’s bony ass and lifted her off of the crate and braced her against the wall of the house and fucked her silly.

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	As the late afternoon sun dipped to the tallest pines in the Aurora Estates area, Ellie May was once more taking on Blazer the billy goat, laying on her back inside his corral on a bale of hay.  The goat’s cock was fully embedded into her hot horny snatch box, she thrusted against her pet inasmuch as he thrusted into her.
	Outside the open stable area Jethro put it to Pricilla the Wonder Horse.  He held onto the flanks and thrashed about madly with his gangly cock plowing deeply into the miniature horse’s cunt.
	In the pool house a lucid Jeb lay out sipping his latest batch of hooch with Miss Gallawan riding him.
	In the house Granny rode up and down an affixed hand carved wooden dildo attached to the floor of the laundry room.  Another one was attached to the wall.
	August and his gang of spies had had an incredible afternoon of spying.  The Halpert family was something, really something.  So were a couple of other neighboring families--a nice normal appear family with limos in the drive, maids, butlers, chefs; had naughty shenanigans going on as well.
	August would have likened to stick around, so would those he was with, but his Narly Senses kicked in and it wasn’t at the naughty wealthy family.  August was a bit miffed at himself, the one girl of the one particular wealthy family was cute.  Damn cute.  She was naked and being hammered from behind by her father as she lay across her bed, sucking the cunt of an older sister.  Meanwhile, in an adjoining bedroom the mother of the home lay out being pegged by a teenage son.
	Meanwhile, in a private whirlpool on a private deck an auntie got thrilled by two teenage boys, her nephews.  It would have been quite a sight to watch and be a part of.
	But the Narly Senses won out and August directed his bunch to go investigate.
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 	Out of the foresty area, into the semi rugged/rustic hills.  Lots of trails were here, not animal trails, neither.  There were some small caves, not vry deep.  Inside some were cast off bits of clothing; bras, panties, shorts.  There was evidences of fires, spent condoms, and needles.
	The Narly Senses pulled August & Co. along, climbing up to the top of the rustic hill, finding at last the Subject Matter.  It was in the way of two kids, 12-ish, a boy and girl, not related--just friends.  They were biking in the area, both had well equipped mountain bikes.  The boy in thrashed jeans, gloves and helmet.  The girl in beige short legged overalls.
	They were paused in their biking taking a break, drinking water and looking out over into the desert-scape below.  They were unaware of the Spies watching them.  August contemplated how to deal with them.
	Ted had ideas about the girl, he closed his eyes as he thought about them.  Daddy Danny had thoughts in regards to BOTH of the kids, but in regards to the fact that he would liken to see the boy screwing the girl.  Lawrence was only merely interested in the girl.
	There were several ways to go about it.  August tapped his fingers together, contemplated, thought it thru, cracked his neck and nodded to himself with a gleam in his eyes, a smile on his lips.  He saw the girl scratch slyly at her butt and dig her panties out of her butt.  The boy surreptitiously scratched his nuts.
	There were several ways to go about it.  August decided on the Direct Approach, the kiddies would be controlled, but allowed to “be themselves”.  Afterwards they would be summarily “fixed” so as not to remember the August Gang.
	“Hi there!” August chirped as he stepped around the corner of a rustic crumbly jutting piece of hillside.  His presence startled the two kids.  The boy looked most startled (and nervous.)  The girl was a little more startled into the fact that they had been snuck up on.
	Ted Dawson, Danny Bonner, and Lawrence McGabe came up nextly.
	The boy gulped.  He knew something was up, something wasn’t right.
	August began working his “magic.”  “Do as you are told, and you wont be hurt.”  ‘too badly.’
	The girl’s eyes widened.  She tried to back up and move her bike so as to make an escape.  But she suddenly found her feet firmly planted to the sandy ground, she weren’t going no where.  The boy was just petrified, this was wrong, this was bad, very bad.
	“Put your bikes down.” August commanded of them.
	Neither kid complied.
	“PUT YOU BIKES--DOWN!” August reiterated with a little more sterner voice.  Gulping in fear the two twelve year olds laid their bikes down.  They then were commanded to move up to the small clear just feet up from where they presently were.
	Their gloves and helmets and knee pads were cast off.  Both kids were totally frightened.  Both knew that this was a bad scene, very bad.
	“You’re going to do EXACTLY as I tell you,” August said to them, “or else.” and he let them both have a little taste of the “or else”.  It was merely via an implanted scene in their minds, but the feeling/sensation was incredible.  They fell to the ground, shaking, trembling, crying out in anguish.  They were not physically harmed, merely in their minds.  But it was so real!
	“Now, have I made myself clear?”
	Anna and Ben nodded that he had.
	“Good.” August beamed, he clapped his hands together, Anna jolted at the clap, the boy reared his head back.  They were commanded to stand up, Anna off to one side leaning against a boulder.  Ben standing with his backside open to the serious drop off behind him.  He stood just a few feet from the edge of the ledge.  From there it was a nice five hundred foot drop down rugged hillside.
	“All right, boy, take off your shirt.” it had begun.
	Lawrence McGabe licked his old thin lips.  He gulped and stared as Ben Paulcheck tossed his shirt, shoes, and socks over the edge of the ledge.  They only went down a little ways, but the retrieval of them would be a bear.	
	“Now your pants.”
	Ben shot a look to Anna.  He was more shocked and stunned than anything else--to strip down to his underwear was crazy.  
	August gave him another little “taste”, the boy fell to the ground and wriggled about.  Anna erupted in a fit of concern and awe, screamed and made a dash to August to kick him.
	She fell to the ground, too.
	When they were finally settled, August probed Ben’s mind:
	‘Would you like to see Anna naked?’
	The boy breathed hard, his mind was virtually blank, he blinked his hazel eyes repeatedly, mouth open.  He was now quite dirty, sweating, and in his young mind the image of what Anna possibly looked like naked filled him.
	‘Have you seen Anna in her underwear, swimsuit?’
	Swimsuit.
	‘Have you ever gotten “hard” as a result of seeing Anna in her swimsuit?’
	Yep.  Lots of times.  They were just friends, though.  Since 2nd grade.  Fast friends.  But as he had gotten older he DID harbor thoughts and images of Anna, sitting on the toilet, farting, laying on her bed naked or at the least in her panties.  He had SEEN her panties, while he was using her bathroom he sneaked a look into the dirty clothes hamper.  He had snagged a pair of her panties and brought them home.
	Did he long to fuck Anna?
	Kinda.  He was a virgin.  
	He was a circle jerker, too.
	He had never been molested.
	He had seen wee-little girls naked, no biggie.  But it helped with the image of understanding (kinda) what a girl Anna’s age might look like.  The boy sometimes found himself humping his bed.  He spanked himself while doing so.
	If (IF) he had the chance, the opportunity, would he fuck Anna?
	The boy drew a blank.
	‘If she were willing?’
	Ok, sure.
	‘What if she were, say--unconscious?’
	Ben’s mind roamed about, he didn’t know, not for sure.
	Maybe, he might.  
	Just to tug her shirt up and see her bra, lift the cups up and see her bare breasts.  Maybe, MAYBE he would undo her jeans and pull them down, stare at her panties.  And then, maybe (MAYBE) tug her panties down to look at her pussy.
	Would he TOUCH said pussy?
	Ben pursed his lips, his young cock was now struggling to free itself, he was incredibly hard.  He didn’t know, he just didn’t know.
	He didn’t know what a “blowjob” was either.
	And he wasn’t too clear on the subject of Sodomy.
	Butt fucking he knew, but couldn’t conceive it in actuality.
	Screwing a girl in the typical Missionary Position was just a natural instinct though he had never seen anyone engaged in such an activity.
	“Take off your pants.” came the command once more.
	Ben dusted himself off, he had scrapped the heel of his hands and banged up his shins while rolling about on the ground.  He stood and not looking at Anna undone and pulled down his pants, stepped out of them and stood almost glaring at the man giving the commands.
	He tossed them over the side with his other clothes and tried to figure out what the hell was happening.  He wanted to fight or run or do something more than just comply with the undressing.  
	Anna was back against her boulder, she was a little over emotional, crying, cringing.  She was very upset.  She calmed down a little as she watched in awe (and some horror) as her best friend slid his white brief underwear down and tossed them over the side.
	The boy then had to stand and face Anna.  His cock was hard.
	‘Anna, have you seen a boy’s cock before?’
	Anna gulped and felt a wave of heat swim over her.  She was frightened beyond all accounts of the word.  She tried shutting her eyes to block out the nudity, but was unable.  A voice came invading into her noggin, she felt a strange gushing between her legs, her butt and butt hole tightened up, she felt her nipples doing something and then there was the incredible need to pee.  
	(There, too, was the need to finger herself.)
	She nodded her head and August saw an image of some young boys under ten with their cocks out peeing in the woods.  Anna was spying on them.  Anna, too, spied on OLDER boys, high school boys as they masturbated and peed in the woods.  
	She had never been molested.  She was a farter.  She was also a masturbator herself, since age ten.  She had found the glory of pleasing herself while showering, going from taking a regular bath to standing up and showering instead.  Using the washcloth between her legs she found the glory of glory of incredible never-before-felt sensations.
	Ben was stepped away, still facing Anna.  It was now Anna’s turn.
	Anna was less thrilled than Ben had been about undressing.  She had to be dealt with via the Pain Amplifer in her mind.  She wriggled and twisted on the ground, stirring up the dust as the pain was intense.  Ben tried to be the hero and rushed to her aid.
	He was “socked” in the stomach and thrown to the ground.  (although, no one actually physically touched him.)
	At length, Anna unhitched the brass buttons to her beige coveralls and the garment fell away.  She stood in a simple short sleeved shirt.  Her breasts were palm sized, her bra was a white supple thin thing that did nothing to conceal her nipples.
	She was a nice looker.  Lots of raven dark hair in curls, heavy bangs.  Her dark eyes were a marvel, she had a sweet smile and a delicious body.  All the men marveled at her, even more so when she tossed her shirt and bra over the edge.  
	Ben had a raging boner going, so did the men.
	‘Slide your panties down.’ August commanded of her.
	Anna blinked her eyes, licked her lips, gulped for air and then slowly eased her basic white undies down to her ankles.  She then stood back up, hands to her side.  A brief covering of faint dark pubes concealed her love entrance.  She had tan lines, a luscious young body, terribly sweet.
	She stepped out of her panties and gave them a hurl over the side of the cliff.  She then was directed to return to her rock and lay out on the trail.  She then laid out, legs open.  Instructed to masturbate the girl weeped, heaved, trembled, and frigged.
	Ben, though intrigued with seeing the nude girl, was a little upset, angry.  His cock, though, was as stiff as ever.  He struggled to breathe.  He blinked his eyes excessively staring at Anna’s nudity.
	Anna fingered herself, became emotional, entered into begging and pleading, etc.  She continued fingering herself just the same, much to the delight of her audience.  
	After only a few minutes, though, August had her stop.  At this time, however, she was highly worked up.  She stopped regardless, she was scared, pissed, frightened, and concerned.  She was compelled to sit up on her knees.  Ben was compelled to come forth and face her.  He stood just mere inches from her.
	All eyes were upon the young Anna as she trembled, shook, tried hard to stop whatever strange force was forcing her into the hideous action before her.  She gripped Ben’s cock, stretched it, moved her hand up and down the length of it; cupped his fuzzy nads with the other hand, smoothed her hand over his bare warm ass…
	Then kissed the head of his bulbous prong.
	Ben was beside himself.  It was incredible.  It was dynamically unfucking believable!  Anna kissed his prick, diddled her tongue to his pee hole, then began engulfing the head of his cock, running her tongue about the super sensitive crown.  She tugged down on the cock and worked the dong further into her mouth until she had completely swallowed it.
	It was then a bout of working her mouth back and forth, increasing her speed, squeezing his balls and ass for several minutes.  She gagged and retched as the “taste” of cock in her mouth was somewhat unappealing.  She had “heard” of girls sucking a guy’s cock, but never seen it or let alone experienced.
	She was grateful to be allowed to pull away.  She did smack her lips, but was still disgusted just the same.  She was thankful to have the cock out of her mouth.  But then, she was compelled to lay back down, legs open wide.  She knew.
	So did Ben.
	Ben still reeling from the fantastic blowjob, went down on her, licking her poon, parting the “lips” eyeing the pussy as a hole, noting the placement of her funk hole.  He had never seen a girl’s pussy--not like he was.  He had seen wee-little girls, he tried not to stare at their little poons, he knew he would get into trouble for that.
	After a couple of minutes of muff diving, he crawled up and straddled his bestest-best friend.  Anna’s eyes widened, ’Oh Shit!’ she mumbled.  Ben gulped for air, arms locked, cock laying against her virginity.  He tightened his body up, he knew instinctively what was supposed to happen, he wasn’t that naïve.  But Anna was his friend.  Sure she had just sucked his cock and he had returned the favor of licking her pussy, but …
	An “unseen” force lifted Ben’s hips and guided his cock into Anna.  There was much resistance in the virgin poon, but gentle persistence and dire determination made the breeching of the hymen a done deal.  The cock head was glided about the lips of the young girl, pushed inward and soon was making further and further headway until fully seated.
	Then the fucking began.
	Ben was spanked (by August and then Lawrence) while he fucked.
	Anna had her nipples tweaked while Danny laid his cock against her face.  August faced the boy head on, holding the boy’s head back and sliding cockmeat into his mouth.
	The boy thrashed his head about, but August had him by the back of the head and by the “magical” force.  All four men were naked.  Young Anna was only mildly aware as her young mind was too filled with the horror of being fucked and everything.
	Soon Anna’s legs were pulled back and Ben’s soiled schlong was pulled out and forced into Anna’s asshole.  It was even more tighter than Anna’s pussy.  Anna wailed and cringed more, her emotions unchecked went wild, but she was held firmly and could only pull up handfuls of dirt.
	Ben pumped into Anna’s tight sphincter for several minutes and was at the critical point of cumming off--when he was directed to pull out and plunge himself back into Anna’s cunt.
	The boy’s mouth had been filled with man spunk.
	His ass had been seared by repeated spankings from an old man.
	The boy managed to cum, it was like no other time he had cum before.  The sensation was astounding.  Simply-fucking-astounding.  It was like having a long incredible piss, but better.  He felt himself jutting, he was totally mesmerized by the act of orgasm, everything else was second and not important.
	The kids’ torment continued with after Ben had cum, drained himself, and rested a minute or so.  He was turned about, his testicles pushed into Anna’s sweet mouth.  She herself had the task of pulling his ass cheeks apart.  She cried, weeped, became highly emotional as she sucked on Ben’s balls, but was unable to do much more than that.
	Ben noshed on Anna’s cunt, his virgin asshole was penetrated by one of the men, then by another.  Meanwhile he had the horrible task of sucking off one of the other men.  Then he got to watch as one of the OTHER men sank his cock into Anna’s pussy and fucked her until HE came.  THEN, Ben had to clean the cock and Anna’s cum laden pussy.
	After a brief rest period, Ben sat back and watched helplessly as Anna was fucked by the four men.  She lay on her back, legs back and up.  She twisted, she thrashed about and endured the multiple rapes.  She then was turned onto her hands and knees and spanked.  Ben had to spank her, too, as well as part her cheeks and lick out her asshole.
	When his cock became “alive” he pumped off a load into her backdoor.  This was followed by the four men doing likewise.  Ben once more settled his dick into Anna’s pussy and as he sped up the act of fucking, the four men left.
                                                    ****

	   Pleased with their activities August and Co. returned to their encampment.  Charlotte regaled them with the news of the pesky helicopter buzzing them as well as not one but two visits from authorities figures.  She was able to successfully drive them all away, but she feared that they would be back.
	August thought so, too.
	“Time to move.” he said reluctantly.
	They began to break camp, the “where” they would be going was a little vague, but as long as they put on a good show.  August did little more than stand and stare out at the various landscapes surrounding them.  He tried again.  And again.  And again some more to seek out Wendsy.  
	But she wasn’t there.
	Charlotte came to his side.  She slipped her hand into his, squeezing tight.  She said nothing.  She had a lot on her mind, but nothing would satiate her life mate.