August Moone 
Book 3
Sidetrips
Chapter 27
Skidmarks and Other Stains

	There were some reservations, considerations, and even doubts.  He contemplated, thought, re-thought, reconsidered.  Giving in meant stepping over the line, a line that he might never-ever be able to step back over.  But then again, did he want to?
	With the advent of the Pen Flasher he was relatively assured that his family would be ultimately submissive; they would bow to his sexual deviancy, his sexual cravings with no outstanding consequences.  
	Chris did not clue the man in on the simple fact that he already knew that Danny was a horrible father, humping on his youngest daughter.  All the prospects of the wondrous device (Pen Flasher) were not revealed to Danny.
	But Danny’s reservations held him fast.  The desire was there and it was strong.  But could he?  Should he?  He knew he shouldn’t, it was a line he knew he should not cross.  But already he had stepped over the boundry of moral decency with his youngest, second youngest.  Then there was Jenny, Joey, Carol Anne…
	He gulped, blinked his eyes excessively then nodded to Chris.
	Chris smiled, ‘Finally!’
	Danny called for his daughters three; daughter Ashley (3) was already present in the quaint modest family room.  Chrissy, Stacey, and Mary Kate were elsewhere in the house doing their own thing.  Stacey was first to arrive at her father’s calling.
	Mary Kate came running and leaped into her father’s arms/lap.
	Chrissy “wandered” in moments later with best friend Kimmy in tow.
	Kimmy would be a bonus.
	*(there would be other “bonuses”, to come.)*

	They were lined up, shoulder to shoulder, save for Mary Kate who remained on her father’s lap--being surreptitiously “poked.”  They were all silent, standing/sitting still.  
	Stacey stood in a skirt outfit, blue with white lace, short-short skirt but with a knit-elastic mid-thigh length short-undergarment.  It was a dance outfit.  Her hair was in curls but she was beginning to let it out to go straight.  A growth spurt she was experiencing and was enjoying having blossoming chest.
	Mary Kate fidgeted some, she wore a romper outfit of green.
	Ashley was “unphased” by the Pen Flasher, but she was three years old, too; so she was thusly deemed not to be too overwhelmed by what was to transpire.
	Chrissy wore jeans, low slung to expose just her midline.  A red-white pullover short sleeve top.  She was a “B” cup kinda girl, nice and round hooters, perky nipples protruding thru the soft fabric of her bra.  She had good posture, was polite about burping and/or farting in the presence of others--that goes for masturbating, too.
	Her friend Kimmy was new.  Since leaving the City that had gone thru several phases of unpleasantness, Chrissy had thought her world would truly be dull--country life!  ARGH!  But luckily she encountered Kimmy.  Kimmy was--unlike anyone she had ever known.  She was--outgoing.  Bragged about being promiscuous but it was only for show--she was a virgin.  (NOT!)
	Kimmy stood in semi-tight jeans, form fitting, a green top with frills.  Her blond hair was almost brown and styled oddly with a “bush” on her forehead area.  She was very skinny, extremely slender, but with a moderate pleasing-to-the-eye enough chest.  She was a sweet girl, a “B” student (in school and chest), saw the world a little differently than others, took things literally (or not literally enough.)  
	Danny held his wiggling little one, he gulped and squeezed his child, Ashley roamed about the room nonchalant and oblivious to what was happening--or going to happen.  Chrissy made the first move, removing her top.  Danny’s eyes focused solely upon her.  Harold corralled the little wandering girl, lightly tickling her and keeping her from interfering with the others.
	Chrissy’s bra came off and dropped to the floor along with her shirt.  She then kicked off her flip-flops and began undoing her jeans.  Danny continued absolute attention.  Chris concentrated, whispering into the Pen Flasher that transmitted his wishes.	
	There was no hesitation, her mind was “blank”, she followed commands without questions.  Once topless she went right to the undoing of her jeans and lowering them.  Danny groaned, gulped, and …
	…methodically humped the child on his lap.
	He soon began simply undressing Mary Kate, unleashing his pud and working it up between the girl’s legs.  His eyes fluttered and he began to sweat.  Mary Kate WAS under the guise of the Pen Flasher, she made no moves at all.  Danny’s cock languished against the child’s cunny, his hands danced slowly up and down her lovely young naked body.
	…especially when down came Chrissy’s panties.  
	Chrissy lightly ran her finger up her gash; then, with her undies kicked free of her ankles she slowly turned about and bent over, one hand still fingering herself--the other pulling an ass check open.  Her father sitting directly behind her--sitting back just a couple of feet, went stone face staring at the winking anus before him.
	Pre-cum began to coat the head of his cock and soil the daughter on his lap.  All attention was to his naked teenage daughter, subconsciously he was fucking her.  He groaned again and more cum spilled onto Mary Kate’s naked poon.
	Kimmy was next.  Slowly one article of clothing at a time was removed and cast away.  She wore skimpy bikini undies, polka dotted undies.  Her fur burger was neatly trimmed and she was NOT a virgin.  Chris narrowed his eyes to scope out the teen’s snatch, smiled when he saw the telltale signs of vaginal lips pouting.  He had the girl sit in the chair opposite of the onlookers, drape her legs over the overstuffed arms and proceed with masturbation.
	Kimmy did so.
	There wasn’t time to peek too deeply into Kimmy’s noggin, but Chris detected something narly the girl was hiding.  It was worth investigation, but at a later time.
	Stacey.
	Danny tugged in his lip, his rock hard daddy dong skillfully poked into Mary Kate’s asshole, his hands on her hips he worked her up until the head of his cock could/would disappear into her back entrance/exit.  He then rested it (again) against her cunny and tried poking her there.  He was in a bad way, very bad way.
	Stacey wore typical undies, non-fancy, but with the theme of Barbie emblazoned on.  Her body was nice.  Very nice.  Danny licked his lips, Harold was naked and whacking off, his cock humping the backside of the youngest child, Ashley.  He had gotten her to “play” with his pud, to kiss it and have fun.
	Danny was oblivious to what else was going, he didn’t care, either.
	With everyone finally nude, presenting, ready--it was time for Phase Two.  This was nothing more than for Danny to stand up, depositing Mary Kate in his chair.  He completed stripping off his clothes and stood with hands on his hips.  Chrissy came to him and stood for his perusal of her lovely-lovely nakedness.
	Thereafter she eased to her knees and “assessed” his schlong.
	Thereafter she gripped it with one hand, the other hand cupping his hairy balls.  Her sweet lips brushed against his pulsing cum coated cock; she closed her sweet blue eyes and devoured (the head) him.
	She instinctively retched and heaved, but got over it and began swallowing the daddy meat an inch at a time.  Danny rocked on the balls of his feet, arching his back, his hands thru her hair.  Chrissy caressed his ass and gobbled dong.
	Dong rocked into his daughter’s mouth, his mind -- his mind was gonesville.  He lived for the moment, pure and simple, a blowjob from his first born and it was sensational.
	He didn’t cum, though.  He was close but held off--whether to save it for another hole or another girl wasn’t clear.  But at the critical moment he pulled out and humped Chrissy’s face.  He was in desperate measures, though.  Chris had the girl turn about, bending over.  Danny went to his knees and admired his daughter’s bum, he caressed it and admired it some more.  The cheeks he parted and peered at the brown-eye.
	Harold had Ashley fully sucking him.
	Chris took his turn with Mary Kate, laying her across his lap and caressing her naked ass.  Danny loved on his daughter Chrissy, specifically tonguing her asshole, probing it with tongue and finger.  Chrissy’s face/head/shoulders lay snuggled on the loveseat; she groaned and grunted some, moaned and came some; her poon becoming more and more sopping.
	Danny was more and more enticed.
	Danny plunged his finger(s) into Chrissy’s backdoor, in and out in rapid succession, examined her furry poon and clenched his ass.  He clenched his daughter’s ass, too; before delving his tongue into her poon.  Which only led him to sliding his daddy dong to her love canal and making gentle entry.
	Kimmy Kibbler.  Best friend, Friendly, Outgoing, Adventurous, ridiculous, outlandish, semi-naïve, pretentious, outrageous--and so on.  She was a busy-body, some freckles, thought herself all that but she was NOT all that; she was sweet, sure, but not overly scoring high in the Pretty Department.
	But she was still fuckable.  Very fuckable.  Very.  And she had been, too.  That was evident by the close scrutiny of her young teenage snatch.  Her poon pie was trim, very trim.  She wasn’t a slut, but she had received several fuckings.  She gave head and took it up the ass.  Chris noted that there was a dark splotch in her mind, something she was hiding--like her new best friend Chrissy.  Chris wondered if the two were possibly lovers, secretly.
	Harold had unloaded a messy load onto Ashley’s poon, coating her asshole, too.  Her face already glistened with his spunk matter.  He rubbed the head of his aching dong against her lips, her pussy lips, trying to force the head of his cock into her.  Danny watched him a moment, Chris held off his doings unto Mary Kate--just in case Danny freaked out.
	But he didn’t, he plunged his fuck stick into Kimmy’s asshole as she was positioned on all fours, his hand resting on daughter number one.  He fully seated himself inside Kimmy and commenced with the fucking.
	So did Harold.
	Chris glided his cock up against Mary Kate, her young snatch and ass crack, her chest and face.  He easily got her to stroke him and to kiss the head of his dick, to lick out the gooey piss slit and then to straddle him and slowly accept his manliness into her body.
	Danny concentrated on his own fucking/sodomizing and emptied his tool deftly into Kimmy’s back entrance minutes later.  He pounded hard, strained just as hard, his balls slapping in the air.  He wasn’t violent about it but was close.  He wanted to be a violent fucker, but so far he had to be timid and silent.
	He smacked Kimmy’s ass when he was finally threw and had pulled out.  He fingered her sopping wet pussy and repositioned the teen on her backside.  He continued fingering her swamp box, ogling her like a prime high dollar steak and/or dessert.
	Chris loved continuously on Mary Kate until blast off.  A good portion of his cock was inside her.  She needed serious cleaning up.  The pain of be defiled caused the girl to almost come free of the zombie hold on her young innocent mind.  Chris struggled to keep the hold locked on her and carried the child to the bathroom for clean up and mind work.
	Harold had done likewise having done likewise unto Ashley.  He had breeched fully the young-young girl’s cunny OR asshole, but close counts.  His cock was severely in ache mode but like Chris he could do more, both were stepping over the line and pushing back the inflicting pain their cocks gave them.
	(all in the pursuit of achieving orgasmic bliss.)
	When the boys returned to the living room--Daddy Danny was boning Kimmy, deeply.  He was in her pussy and fucking her while he squeezed her breasts and gave the poor zombiefied girl rug burns on her shoulders.  Harold put Ashley down and went to Stacey.
	Chris settled on the sofa and kept Mary Kate with him, watching her daddy fuck.

One Good Fuck Deserves Another--and another--and another…
	 He had held off until the very last before finally putting it to Chrissy and blasting a hot sticky load of daddy spunk deep within her tight snatch.  He had had major reservations but sexual desires overwhelmed him, though he was mildly concerned in wondering if Chris and his wondrous gadget had anything to do with it.
	Chris had assured that he had not.
	(and he didn’t)
	It had a been a busy time doinking the girls, and they were doinked; pussy, mouth, and asshole--mostly the mouth at least.  The asshole being doinked came second followed by the ole twat.  Danny reeled in being naked and free with his girls, plus Kimmy.  He reeled in caressing them, kissing on their private areas, and doinking them.
	Chris had his work cut out for him in inserting notions, nods, and ideas of accepting the new way of life into the girls.  Thereafter the boys left Danny to enjoy his “new” girls.

	There was more work to do at the ranch, which was okay by Chris (and Harold), their cocks needed some time off.  Chris found Suzie happily pleasing her father, riding him and making him feel very good.  Hemade some satisfying groans of pleasure as he unloaded love into his daughter.  Like her brothers, the nine year old often began roaming about the house naked, daringly she traipsed outside in her birthday suit, too.
	Brandy continued to make visits to the Mitchell home, most always minutes after arrival she was naked and getting doinked, spanked, peed on, loved on, eaten, and well fucked.  Mostly it was all done by Carl Mitchell!
	It was neat to have an “adult” friend.  Chris for sure would have never figured it.  But Danny was one such friend, so was Mr. Thomas.  Chris thought he would never really would be “friends” with an adult, his dad didn’t count.
	After a week of work at the ranch and laying off any sort of fooling around, the boys hooked up with Danny G one more time.  This time for an out-of-the-house excursion.  Another one.  Not to the shopping lot or even into town.
	A cross country trek to a semi-remote local that was well inhabited (by mostly stressed out city slickers.)  Danny’s girls were out of the house to neighboring friends--so he was safe to stay out as long as he wished.  
	The trek wasn’t a long one, just enduring as they had to cross a large meadow, a large open desert-like tract/parcel of land, a couple of hills, another meadow, through a dense forest, and…
	They only got lost twice.
	They enjoyed the scenery as they passed thru it, by it, among it.  The trek only took them an hour and a half, a good walk was what they needed (and what they got.)  The direct route was nixed as they didn’t want to be “seen” in the normal access route to the Bar None Dude Ranch--which was the ultimate destination.
	They arrived just at dusk.  The air was sweet with the breezes wafting in from the nearby forest.  The air was mixed, too, with the lovely scent of horse manure.  It would take a moment to get used to that.  There was music in the air, too.  A barn dance was in progress.
	The Snoops snooped out the place, going along the fence boundry and seeing if the trek was worth it.  (it was)
	They firstly observed some young teen girls in semi-fancy old west dresses going to a semi-fancy “ball.”  Pretty girls, too.  Some young adults as well as slightly older fare.
	But none of that was as interesting as what was discovered going on elsewhere.  The Trio surreptitiously and very stealth-like made their way along the lee side of the outer most barn-building.  But something got Chris’ attention.  He didn’t know how to explain it but -- he was “alerted” to something fishy going on at the adjacent stable.
	Cautiously he crept over, his friends following without word.
	Eight private stalls there were on each side, and open midway that was covered--just open at each end.  Darkness was encroaching upon the land and no one was utilizing the horses.  (well, not for riding anyways…)
	In a particular stall mid way down there was a horsey making noise.
	Chris intrigue was interested.
	Carefully-carefully the Trio sneaked along, Chris with the Pen Flasher at the ready should it be so necessary.  No one knew what to expect, but something was felt.
	At the stall of “Gizmo” there was “activity” going on.  The horse was whinnying and prancing about, carrying on so.  As to why he was and no other hosey was was not readily known.  The Trio peered into the inky darkness of the stall but saw no one, it was too dark.
	BUT--someone/thing WAS detected within.
	Gizmo wasn’t exactly alone.
	Gizmo shuddered, almost brayed, it seemed like his eyes glazed over, then his eyes rolled; he flung his head and odd to strange sounds were to be heard from within the stall.  Oooohs and Ahhhhs mainly and mostly.
	Gizmo then farted and then began to pee.
	The horse flung his head all about then rested his head on the stall door, he seemed--elated.
	The Trio looked to one another.  Chris thought about utilizing the Pen Flasher, but for optimum lambasting he needed sight-on-sight eye-to-eye contact with the Subject.
	Movement within the stall prompted the gang to scoot back into the setting darkness, all the way to the end of the stables and hide to one side, peering down the midway.
	Gizmo’s stall door opened and out stepped a form.  It was just a silhouette of a form--but determined to be a woman nonetheless.  And she was coming towards the slinking spying snooping snoops!
	She was naked.  She was--well, in age it was undetermined as it was too dark to plainly make her out.  She had short barely shoulder length hair, and she reeked.  And she was naked.  
	The trio hid behind the stables’ long side, still peering at their potential prey.  There was a wash station at the end of the stables, here the woman casually rinsed herself off, she frigged her cunny and then fingered her asshole, too!  The hose she seemed to try and cram into her cunny and then her asshole, too!  Thereafter she fished out of the pockets of her jeans a ciggy and lit it up and leaned against the fence surrounding the property.  She blew a smoke ring, farted, then spread her legs and began to pee--while still leaning up!
	The warm air took a little while but she soon was dry enough to get dressed.  She ditched the half smoked cigarette into the mud puddle and went thru the stable midway and off into the darkness. 

	“Damn, you thinking’ what I’m thinking’?”
	It was a safe bet.  Chris nodded, Danny shook his head.  Harold was mesmerized.  “She couldn’t have?” he continued, “Could she?” he almost whined.
	“Girls are kooky, that’s for sure.” Danny stated.
	“Geeze, and I had nuttin’ to do with it!”

	The barn dance was in full swing, some folks were in western wear dance/ball fancy duds, others in less formal than that.  The Trio contemplated “crashing” the party, joining in--it seemed like fun; but they didn’t want to complicate things so they merely watched.
	Some guests mingled outside, Harold took note of a young fella dashing off to one side, being sneaky so as not to be too observed.  He was up to something.
	The lad entered into the main building, where guests checked in, got their mail, lounged with others, and acquired western garb.  Some rooms were on the second floor, and there were private offices about, too.  No one was manning the “office check-in”, everyone was busy with the dance or off to themselves.
	Taking great strides and pains to make sure they weren’t followed the Trio slinked their slinkiest along the sides of the barn hosting the dance then darted across the open compound between the barn and main building.  Using as much stealth as they possibly could the gang entered into the darkened main building.
	No one was about.  Dim lights at the check-in desk.  Dim lights at the two stairs at each end of the inside, but no one about.  A scurrying, though, was detected--the young youth sighted earlier.  The Trio continued.

	There was a private hall beyond the check-in desk; an  Employees Only sign hung on a chain across the entrance to the hall, it was swinging suggesting that someone had slipped by just moments earlier.  The Trio did likewise, peering down the dimly lit hallway, noting their prey at the far end of the hall, a dead-end hall, opening a door.
	The door squeaked but opened and the youth slipped in.
	“He’s fucking robbing the place!?” suggested Harold.  It was a safe bet, the little fucker was probably a guest and new where money must be, in a private lone office.
	“Whattya we do about it?” Chris murmured, like it was his business anyways.  Danny shrugged and furled his lips, “none of OUR business.”
	Harold nodded.
	But Chris was curious.  What was the little fucker up to, actually?
	Stealthfully he traipsed down the hall.  His not-so-enthused companions following just as stealthy.

	At the end of the hall the gang paused to strain their ears to hear.
	They heard nothing.
	Then, pressing their ears against the wooden western door they heard faint sounds.  The sounds were indiscernible and inconclusive; was the little fucker rifling thru desk drawers, pawing a safe, what??
	A keyhole provided some answers.
	It was an old fashioned skeleton keyhole whereas it allowed a minute glimpse into the room.  The room was dark save for a nite light; the nite light gave conclusive answers indeed.
	Chris pulled his head back, smiling.  He nodded and Harold took a peek.  “Holy shit!” he blurted almost out loud.
	“What the fuck?” Danny squelched.  He squelched it again when he had taken his peek.  
	“What the hell is he doing?” Chris hoarsely whispered.
	Danny took another peek then thought.  Then nodded and smiled and peeked again.
	“What?” Chris asked.
	“A love doll.”
	“What?”
	“A what?”
	“Love doll, uh-uh, something guys use when they don’t have a real woman.”
	“No shit?”
	“No shit.”
	Harold peeked again, then looked to his equally stunned friend, “Can you do something?”
	Chris peeked into the keyhole; he didn’t know, there wasn’t too much to see, the boy had the ‘love doll’ on a sofa and was riding it, he was young, about 12ish.  
	Chris sighed and made good with the operation of the Pen Flasher.
	“Did it work?” Harold asked anxiously.
	“Shhhhhh!” Chris angrily shushed his friend.
	He peeked into the hole, there was no movement.  The boy lay on the love doll still.  Chris popped his neck then whispered into the Pen, ‘Come to the door.’
	There was movement.  It was slow.  Chris repeated his command.
	The boy ambled off of the doll almost stumbling and falling.  He came slowly to the door, his pre-teen dong stiff.  Chris got stiff, too.  The boy was totally nude and totally hard.  He came to the door and with further commands from Chris, unlocked and opened the door.

	The boy was Buddy.  Buddy Ernst.  The same lad from an earlier incident earlier.  Chris and Harold smiled.  This had possibilities untold!  Harold went to check out the love doll.
	It was very life-like.  Danny noted it, too, it was VERY life-like; the skin quality was good and near human, the breasts, nipples, everything.  Everything!  Yea, including the favorable poon.  It had a light covering of poon pie hair, neatly trimmed and deemed to be real life hair.
	Real life-like asshole and ready to fill mouth, too.
	Life-like eyes, hair, texture, the works!
	And young Buddy E had been banging her!
	The doll actually belonged to his father, Mr. Ernie Ernst, the proprietor and owner and operator of the Bar None Dude Ranch.  The boy was aware--very aware, that his father had the doll and what he was doing with it.  He didn’t blame his father, the man was divorced and alone and stuck out in the sticks and surrounded by lovely-lovely babes and not allowed to scrog any.
	Chris sized up the boy (again) and fondled him, then turned him around and began finger fucking his backdoor.  Harold and Danny were occupied by the doll--which was Teenage Tina.  
	Harold mounted the doll and stuffed her life-like pussy.  Danny watched; caressing Harold’s ass before then peeking down between Harold’s legs to watch the actual penetration at hand.
	Chris entered into young Buddy.

	Danny and Harold took their turns with Buddy, Chris took his with Teenage Tina.  To describe he couldn’t.  he tried.  The feeling of fucking a cunt that wasn’t a cunt.  Sure it was life-like, but--that was about it.
	He decided not to fret about it and wondered casually where Mr. E had gotten her, could come in handy at home!  He giggled to himself; imagining his father scrogging on a love doll; which gave thought to wonder if there were MALE dolls, surely there were?  And if so, he giggled to himself even moreso imagining his sister humping one!
	The group left Buddy, his asshole well fucked and gooied, his cock throbbing in ecstasy as it had been well sucked on, barely there furry fuzzies, too.  Carefully as possible they scurried back out the way they had come, being unobserved as they did so.
	But that wasn’t to say that they themselves didn’t “observe.”
	First up was a young couple at a decorative wagon parked close by the main building.  They had been at the barn dance but were not up to making their own music--and more!  The girl dressed in a lovely gown of western wear and appeared to be in her mid to late teens.  (it was dark so exactness was indeterminate.)
	She had long curly brown hair that bounced on her soft alluring bare shoulders.  A sweet girl if ever there was one, and deeply admiring the tall handsome hunk of a lover pressing his body against her.  HE was tall, rugged, but nice looking just the same, dressed in western garb well suited for a Sunday church attendance, a shindig, barn dance, or the attempts of ‘getting a little’!
	They were observed, mostly the two were just yapping, the girl was actually putting her errant lover off.  Chris was already shagged out from the most recent doings and decided not to get involved.
	 
	Miraculously they didn’t involve themselves, either, with another pair of would be lovers, they DID pause to spy on them, but no interaction of any kind OR sort.  A pair of teens making their way along the darkness to the Staff Bunkhouse caught the Trio’s attention, though.
	On closer inspection it was none other that Ted Kassman and Danny Lightfoot; the pair Chris and Harold had had a time with in that hilly pass some weeks past (and chapters.)
	They seemed adamant about reaching their bunk house room.  Something was up.  It was worth some interest. The Trio followed stealthfully.
	To find out exactly what was going on Chris zapped them.
	Once inside they were “unzapped.”  They were still zapped enough so as to not take notice of the Trio.  Inside Ted and Danny scurried into the bathroom.  The bunkhouse was small, having two bed and a small-small bathroom and not much else.  Ted was first into the bathroom and peeking under the open sink.  He moved a rubber washer/gasket and some insulation.  Danny scrunched up next to him wanting to know if he “saw” anything.
	Ted shushed him and peeked earnestly thru the peek/peep hole.
	He nodded his head and seemed most excited.
	Chris and Harold and Danny exchanged looks and glances.
	“Let me see, let me see!” demanded Danny.  Ted reluctantly gave way and the Navajo took his turn.  Ted pulled in his lower lip and reared his head back, he closed his eyes and fished out his cock; with heartfelt sincerity he began masturbating.
	Danny pressed his head to lock it into position at the plumbing under the sink (to keep his head poised) and began undoing his jeans, working them down along with his boxers.
	It was obvious what had gotten the two so horny, but to who were they horny about?  Chris made good with the Flash Pen and had Ted & Danny move out of the small spaced bathroom.  Harold took the first peek.
	At first he saw nothing, just another room.  There were twin beds and not much else.  Then, he clunked his head as someone waltzed by the peep hole.  The peephole was to an adjoining bathroom fixture/sink.  The “someone” was NAKED.  He couldn’t tell who, all he saw was bare legs and a bare ass.
	Chris probed Ted’s mind.
	It took a moment, Ted was high on sexual lust; then,
	Melody.  Melody and Bradley.  Melody and Bradley had the adjoining room.  They had been at the shindig in the barn but had work to do come the morn so they were retiring early.  Ted and Danny made haste to catch them in their room as it was assumed that they would strip down to shower and so on.
	Oh, is that all…
	After the “incident” at the Pass some time ago, the Bar None group shied from hanky panky although they had been given the “go ahead” to do so.  Their own personalities had returned and although they accepted the strange stuff they had been forced into, hanky-panky on their own was nill to none.
	But, be that as it may…
	After the mind probe and the spy-turn all around, Chris “released” the mind grip on the two and let them back to their business.  Ted continued to jerk his pud, deeply thinking of “screwing” Melody and Bradley.  Danny humped his organ and continued peeking.  Ted looked down to his cum squirter with the soiled head.  He then looked to Danny’s Indian brown ass.  He leaned over and began caressing, reaching down between the cheeks to find and secure the dangling testicles.
	Danny pulled his head out and began working Ted’s schlong.  First with his hand and then his mouth.  
	Well, that was something.  Some things still clicked.
	Ted and Danny mutually sucked one another before Danny mounted Ted while Ted lay sprawled out on the floor, his legs pulled back as far as possible--butt naked.  Danny poked and prodded his roommate’s ass(hole) before plunging inward.  Ted’s cock languished hard on Ted’s tummy, squirting a bit of love juice as he was fucked.

	After Danny fulfilled his friend’s anus with his personal love cream he crawled up between the sweaty legs and guided Ted’s aching schlong into his own anus.
	Nothing more than simple butt fucking and mutual pleasing one another.  Thereafter the made for the shower.  The cubicle was kinda small but the two managed--the soaped one another up and once more entered into sodomy.  Thereafter they dried one another off and crawled into their own bed.
	Peeking back into the girls’ room Chris saw the two Subjects nakedly on a bed, thumbing thru a magazine.  He wondered if they were like Ted and Danny, more chummy than anyone knew.
	It was then a curious “whine” came to his ears, he felt a wash of heat swath over him and he felt like he was seasick.  He didn’t know what it was all about but he knew that he didn’t like it.
	Fearing that he would lose control of the Pen Flasher it was time to bug out and make tracks.  He awoke hours later in his bed and wasn’t sure if what had happened had happen.  He had a bitch of a headache, his feet and legs were sore/tired.  He recalled the whole thing about Ted and Danny, and Buddy.  But was it a dream or had it happened?  What HAD happened?
	How did he get home?
	Harold slept soundly beside him.  Crickets and frogs chirped in the early morning, the windmill churned noisily.  All was well, all was well.

                                                     ****

	Doing an errand for his father Chris came upon the likes of Danny at a general store servicing mainly the farms and ranches of the area.  There was no sign of Ted; not until a few moments later when he came out of a store room with boxes of stuff he loaded into the Bar None ranch truck.  Ted had his license and was reliable and trusted enough to run errands for dude ranch boss, Mr. E Ernst.
	Chris hung back a bit, he had to meet his dad in a while, Harold was with him at another general store a few blocks away.  Chris was on his own.  (at breakfast that morning Chris DID ask if they had gone off to the dude ranch.  They had.  Chris was cool with that.  Very cool.)
	After the company truck Ted and Danny hung back a moment, something had caught their attention.  Keeping to himself and out of sight Chris checked around to see what was what.
	And what was what was a young lad about seven or so looking a little lost.  No, a LOT lost.  He wasn’t from Cartersville, he wore a nametag saying:  Hello, My Name Is Steven, I’m from Copper City.
	Steven had sandy brown hair, blue eyes, and curious about his new surroundings.  Steven was also the object of Ted and Danny’s attention.  This in turn had Chris’ attention.  Chris so noted that Ted had a boner going.  He wanted to SHAG the youngster from Copper City.  

	There’s naïve and then there’s--well, Steven.
	Eagerly the boy accompanied the two townies, Ted & Danny, willingly accompanying them down the side alley of the feed store to the dude ranch company truck parked secretively behind.  Chris followed along behind unobserved--as he had zapped the three prior.
	Thereafter he let the boys be, to be themselves to see what they would do.  He already had a fair idea, he was just nosey and curious.
	They didn’t waste too much time, young Steven was overwhelmed and wrestled into the back area of the Bar None truck bed in among the supplies Ted & Danny had secured.  Danny held the boy fast, a handkerchief in his mouth, his hands pinned under Danny’s knees.  Ted worked the boy’s pants and underwear down, sized him up and then went down on him, sucking his pee-pee and associative ballies.
	Danny then gripped the boy’s ankles and pulled them back, giving ample access to the lad’s very virgin a-hole.  Ted tongued it, fingered it, then pressed the head of his teen schlong against the entrance/exit.  Danny rested against the boy’s head, fussing and carrying on--as rightly so he should.
	Chris thought, considered and then worked some magic.
	Danny and Ted were none the wiser; Danny’s Navajo balls IN Steven’s mouth, his cock thrusting forward ready to blow--or FOR a blow.  And Ted obliged him, going down on him before doing his dick-dastardly hellish deed.  He sucked Danny until Danny was satiated enough to hold off; thus allow Ted to continue with his pursuit--of anal rape of a child.
	
	After Ted, there was Danny.  Ted pulled out of the fresh fucked seven year old’s asshole and sat back reeling.  Chris wondered if he had anything to do with it.  Well, he knew that in the current situation yea, in as far as calming the boy, zapping him into submission.  But what was meant was had Ted/Danny been child molesters BEFORE Chris’ dinking with their minds back at the Pass?
	Danny humped on the boy’s face, smacking his own ass until Ted came around and smacked it himself.  Neither paid any attention to their surroundings.  Danny slurped on the boy’s puddling and nuggets, Ted finger fucked his friend, picked up the tire iron and sodomized him with it.
	A soda pop bottle (empty) went into the Indian’s rectum them, more spanking, then more anal probing with:  broom handle (broken), tire iron (again), a marble, keys to the truck, a candy bar (round and filled with chewy nuggets), a round/smooth stick, another marble but bigger, and then finally Ted’s own schlong.
	(all previous items inserted ONE AT A TIME!)
	After filling Danny’s asshole with hot sticky cream Ted sat back and pressed the Steven’s face into the goo, making his nose it as well as pressing his lips to the funky corn hole.
	Danny was then extremely rigid and needed relief.
	He took his turn plugging the boy’s ass, Ted rolled the youngster over and hefting him up so as to allow easy anal penetration.  Danny humped the boy’s ass and fucked it fully.  
	There was the “aftermath” of what the two had done.  Chris helped, there, too:  having the two teen scum bags drive to the end of town and drop the boy off alongside the road.
	It was here where the young naked lad was picked up by Deputy Lisa.  Remember her, from a much earlier chapter a few chapters back--in the Park area having a nooner with a couple of young’uns?  She took the boy on.  What happened to him afterwards isn’t rightly known--well--hmmm, Chris was with Ted & Danny, they dropped the boy off and then fled back into town to finish their chores.  Chris was running behind and needed to touch basis with his dad.  Chris did NOT know what had happened to Steven, not until much later.  The pieces will be filled in a few chapters from now.  Trust me (would I, Pervert Extraordinare, let yous down!?)

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It’s a Doggie Kind of World
	Spy Games; it was something Chris enjoyed most of all.  Harold was cool with it but preferred to be more of a participant than an observer.  But whatever works.  After some time of laying off doing anything “narly”, staying out of town--due to an increase of public outcries for recent incidences and the bugaboo about black gangs infiltrating from the City causing havoc; mixed with simply staying at the ranch doing chores and working (so as to earn sufficient time off) and so on, Chris and Harold once more took to their favorite hobby--spying.
	It was back to the Taylors for their first spy-stop.
	The Taylors, consisting of Randy Taylor the father and all around pervert extraordinare!  Not his wife yet Thelma Krump who was just as equally sharing the perversion honor.  Her niece Martha who was in her own right an extraordinary naughty-naughty child.  And Randy‘s son, Josh.
	Upon Chris and Harold’s arrival they had just missed something; Thelma was “just pulling up” her panties.  She smoothed out her dress and adjust her bra.  She was a swath in sex sweat and “after lust.”  Her lover who had made her that way was no where in sight--except for a newcomer to the Taylor household, a medium sized black Labrador sitting licking his balls and cock in a corner.
	Chris raised his brows.
	‘She didn’t!’
	The Lab got up, shook himself and ambled wobbly over to the woman.  Thelma caressed the animal’s head, “Good doggie!” she said.
	‘She DID!’
	The doggie was let out and Thelma washed her hands, farted, and watched the family pet continuing to lick his balls out in the backyard.  Harold was beside him, Chris, too.  
	Upstairs more stuff of the narly kind was going on:  Ten year old Justin was straddled on his father, thirty-six year old Randy.  Both were nude with Randy’s prong buried to the hilt in his son’s backdoor.  Cum stains were already drying on the boy’s ass, he had managed to squirt some of his own juices onto his father’s belly.
	Chris took note of the room sparsely furnished--it was a bedroom but not a regular one.  Also of note there were the three video cameras set up, lighting and scenery scenes on a roll.  The windows of the room were heavily concealed with green heavy drapes.
	Randy pumped into his son deeply, strained and then pumped madly as he had entered into the orgasmic zone.  His son humped, too, smacked his ass and endured the sodomizing of his bung hole.
	Randy unloaded into his son, one good squirt before pulling out to do the “money shot”, spilling his seed ON his son’s hole, his crack and ass cheeks.  Before his cock could die out he re-stuffed it back into Justin’s anus and fucked him a little bit more.  Justin bounced and took the boning of his butt, he then scooted up onto his nude father’s chest and was devoured.
	Thereafter…
	Randy Taylor turned his young son around and tongued his asshole.  Above his head, on the metal frame of the simple full sized bed, there was a small camera.  It “captured” the dirty deed of Justin being rim jobbed--while he himself worked his father’s dong.  Randy had in one hand a remote control device, it operated the three cameras set up in the room, lighting, and everything.
	Justin hammered his father’s cock, working it back into stiff mode.
	He sucked on the foul head, fondled the hairy testicles and stroked the schlong until it one more time began to shoot luscious ooey gooey cum.  Justin lapped the juice up but allowed most of it to splash onto his face.
	That was it.  They were spent.  The cameras ceased operating and the two on the bed lay sublime for some time.  Chris and Harold made their way back down the stairs--they were very hard and very adamant that they would scrog Thelma regardless of their disgust at her dog fucked cunt.
	But Thelma wasn’t the only one receiving dog that day.
	Young Martha was naked in the front room, laying over the overstuffed arm of the country sofa.  Her aunt held her semi-firmly, pulling her cheeks open while that rascal Rascal had his way with her.  The dog firstly licked Martha’s asshole and cunt before applying his dog dick.  Thelma worked the dog dick, it was medium sized and quite a handful.
	Martha flinched and clenched the sofa as Rascal mounted her.  Her aunt guided the dog dick into her asshole firstly and the dog did do what dogs do.  Thelma continued to help it along, caressing her niece’s body, too.
	After a few good pumps the dog dick was removed from the girl’s swollen poop chute and inserted into her swollen pussy.  Rascal did his thing, taking as long as several minutes to complete the act.  When he DID cum, Thelma pulled the mammoth dong out and commenced to sucking it, right then and there!
	Martha fingered her aching pussy and asshole, she then snuggled beside her aunt and “handled” the new pet’s slick red rocket.  Aunt Thelma offered the dog bone to her lovely niece.  Martha didn’t even hesitate and licked on the slickered up dog schlong.  Both lapped up the dog’s juices before being interrupted by Randy and Justin coming down the stairs.
	Neither were alarmed at what they saw on the living room floor.
	Something was said in mentioning that for sure they would have to get the “deed” done on film, a “buyer” Randy knew in the City would pay top dollar for dog acts!
	Chris couldn’t believe what he was hearing--let alone seeing!
	They moved on.

They dropped in a peek at the next family:  the Andersons.
	Not much was going on here; the doctor was “in”, he sat naked in the living room in his lounge chair with his youngest child occupying space on his lap, his manly probing instrument buried into her backdoor as she lay snuggled against him.  They were asleep--well, sort of.  Methodically Dr. A humped his daughter’s ass, his hands comfortably caressing her and guiding every inch into her young body.
	Elsewhere there was found Jeff and Mary going at it again, this time with Mary on her hands and knees with brother dearest in her ass plowing away happily.  He had a tenacious grip on her hips, his young pre-teen schlong deeply embedded into her; occasionally he would run his hands up her nude body, grip her breasts and/or finger her pussy.
	Mary herself had in her mouth a dildo her mother had ordered thru the mail.  It was a lifelike cock, complete with balls and all.  She sucked on the outrageous more than a mouthful dong while her brother pounded her rear.
	When after Jeff had emptied his splooge deep into her anus, pumped his fill and subsequently pulled out and then lay off on the bed exhausted, sister Mary squatted onto his face and squeezed one off!  She giggled and kept her smoldering stink hole on her brother’s frantic face.  His splooge he had just emptied into her squirted back out onto his face as she farted.
	She herself went down on him, gripping his cock hard and working the fake schlong she had been sucking into HIS asshole.  Jeff squirmed and wriggled about freaking out, but Mary was older and bigger and stronger, she rubbed dramatically her funky asshole into his face, clenching her legs together to keep him still.

	Ms. Anderson was found by herself on the back screened in porch.
	Well--not exactly alone.
	She was in the company of a Doberman.
	Both were naked.
	Both were in the throws of sex.
	The dog looked to Chris and Harold, he was unaffected by the Pen Flasher, mostly due to the overwhelming emotions he was experiencing as he put it to his human bitch.  His doggie dong was buried fully into her snatch box, just to the “knot”.
	Naked Margaret Anderson clung to the canine and humped him.
	The dog lolled its tongue and waggled its short-short stubby tail.
	After getting her pussy drenched on the inside with doggie cum, she got her pussy drenched on the outside--with MORE doggie cum.  Bowser pulled free and Margaret wasn’t finished--she held the dog’s dong and worked the slick member until he spilled ALL his juices.  The dog seemed in some agony, but highly relieved, too.
	Margaret fingered her pussy frantically, then rolled away and got on her hands and knees; pools of sweat formed on the gray slatted wood floor, she heaved as she tried to calm down. 
	Suddenly, Bowzer noted the woman’s position, he stopped licking his nads long enough to stare. 
	‘Go ahead, boy!’ Chris urged.
	The dog whimpered and “mounted” the woman, jamming his cock into her asshole.  At first Marge tried to pull away, but the big Doberman wasn’t going to have any of that.  He jammed his doggie dick into her asshole and “went to town!”

A Tail Of A Piddling Pup

	The First Piddle
	A Farmer’s dog there came to town
	His given name was Rex
	A noble pedigree had he
	Unusual, though, was his text.
	And as he trotted down the street
	‘Twas beautiful to see
	His work on every corner--
	His work on every tree.

	The Second Piddle
	He watered every gateway, too
	And never missed a post
	For piddling was his specialty
	And piddling was his boast.
	Te City Curs looked on amazed
	With deep and jealous rage
	To see a simple country dog
	The piddler of the age.

	The Third Piddle
	So all the dogs from everywhere
	Were summoned with a yell
	To sniff the country stranger o’er
	And judge him by the smell.
	Some though he a king might be
	Beneath his tail a rose
	So every dog drew near to him
	And sniffed him up their nose.

	The Fourth Piddle
	The smelled him over one by one
	They smelled him two by two
	And noble Rex, high disdain,
	Stood still till they were through.
	Then just to show the whole shebang
	That he didn’t give a damn
	He trotted into a grocery store
	And there did piddle on a ham!

	The Fifth Piddle
	He piddled on a mackerel keg--
	He piddled on the floor
	And when the grocer kicked him out
	He piddled thru the door.
	Behind him all the city dogs
	Lined up with instinct ture
	To start a piddling carnival
	And see the stranger through.

	The Sixth Piddle
	They showed him every piddling post
	They had in all the town
	And started in with many a wink
	To piddle the stranger down.
	They sent for champion piddlers
	Who were always on the go
	Who sometimes did a piddling stunt
	Or gave a piddle show.
	The Seventh Piddle
	They sprung the piddles on him suddenly
	When midway in the town
	Rex only smiled and polished off
	The ablest, white or brown.
	For Rex was with them every trick
	With vigor and with vim
	A thousand piddles more or less
	Were all the same to him.

	The Eighth Piddle
	So he was wetting merrily
	With hind leg kicking high
	When most were hoisting legs in bluff
	And piddling mighty dry.
	On and on Rex sought new grounds
	By piles and scraps and rust
	Till every city dog went dry
	And piddled only dust.

	The Ninth Piddle
	But on and on went noble Rex
	As wet as any rill
	And all the champion city pups
	Were piddled to a standstill.
	The Rex did free-hand piddling
	With fancy flirts and flits
	Like “double-dip” and “gimlet twist”
	And all those latest hits.

	The Tenth Piddle
	And all the time this country dog
	Did never wink or grin
	But piddled blithely out of town
	As he had piddled in.
	The Puddle
	The City dogs a convention held
	To ask, “What did defeat us?”
	But no one ever put them wise
	Ole Rex had diabetes!

	What do you do when a pitbull w/AIDS wants to hump your leg?
	Let him.
	
	A little girl is riding in a red wagon being pulled by her two pets; she‘s wearing a fireman‘s helmet.  A man sweeping the sidewalk sees this and is astonished, she has her dog and cat tethered to the wagon, one rope to the dog’s collar and another to the cat’s testicles.
	The man stops sweeping and says, “Honey, I don’t wanna tell ya how to run yer rig, but you’d should tie that rope (pointing to the cat’s rope) to his collar, too.”
	“Yeah,” replies the little girl, “but then I wouldn’t have a siren!”
 	
	“Old Mother Hubbard, 
	  She went to the cupboard
	  To give her poor dog a bone.
	  And when she bent over,
	  Ole Rover took over,
	  For Rover had a bone of his own!”

Piddling right along…
	It was time to check in on the Ganamons.
	They weren’t home, and as the boys began to scurry on to their next destination, Chris paused as he “felt” something.  Something he should check out.  He couldn’t put his finger on it, why or whatever, but his attention led him to the backyard of the Ganamon home.
	Behind the backyard was a small alleyway, on the other side of that was where Chrissy Ganamon’s best friend lived, Kimmy.  She wasn’t at her home, however; but in the backyard of the Ganamon home.  Here she was buck bare assed naked--and getting it on with a Golden Labrador Retriever, Happy.  (no kidding!)
	Her clothes were scattered on the ground by the play yard equipment, she lay on her back taking Happy fully into her hot little snatch, her legs wrapped about the animal’s back as he plowed his dog dick into her.  
	Chris wondered if Chrissy new?
	Happy got his nuts off, his tongue lolled, he came in great quantities into his bitch’s twat.  Kimmy flopped her arms and legs onto the grass and lay still, panting.  Out of her cunny came gobs of dog cum.  She frigged her cunny and tasted her frigging fingers.  Happy sat off to one side licking his cock and balls.  Kimmy rolled to her side and took over the job.
	‘What the fuck is it with chicks and dogs!?’ asked Harold.
	‘And horses.’ added Chris.
	The boys watched a bit more, the goofy skinny dog loving girl assumed a squatting position and peed in the back yard.  Happy rolled on the grass, tongue still lolling, cock somewhat back into its sheath, tail wagging.
	Chris and Harold backed away.

	Other than a running theme with dogs (and horses), another “theme” began to crop up; considering making a run to the dude raunch to see what “else” might be going on, the boys paused a moment to scope on another new family to the New (Olde) Town area.
	The new family had been in place a few weeks, taking over a so-so cattle ranch and small farm which was being transferred/converted into a small dairy operation.
	Four kids in the family, though they were acutally no longer “kids”.
	Head of the family Frank was a nominal man, a beard, kind eyes, shoulder length hair, a colorful bandana about his noggin.  A throwback to the 60s.  He was a soft talker and would be well suited for posing as a mountain man rather than a rancher/farmer.
	Second-in-command was his wife.  She was a dish, as tall as her husband but less crusty, kinky well permed blond hair, green eyes and a so-so hoity-toity attitude.  She “claimed” the family was well off--but they weren’t.  She made many claims of being more than what they were as a family.  Little did she know the actually sordid truths.
	The oldest member of the family was in the Navy, 24-yr.old Paul.
	Twenty-two year old Mason was at home, freshly dropping out of college to help with the dairy conversion.  Next in line was AnnaElyse, the only girl, she was 18.  She, too, had blond hair but not the kinky permed kind, regular straight that was full and lively.  Her mother had domineering 38Ds, her daughter Anna was a strong candidate as at eighteen she was mid size B cup.  The rest of her body was trim and slim, like her mother.  Her mother, Kathy, had extra wide hips and thunder thighs, but other than that…
	The youngest was fifteen, Allen.  A shy fellow who Chris and Harold encountered firstly.  He was in a gray weathered barn, his pants and underwear down humping a goat!
	Oh brother!
	Yep, a goat.
	He was a little drunk.  Brother Mason was drunk, too, and had his cock out masturbating and holding the goat who was tethered to a post.  The goat (at least female) was only partially into being fucked.  The young boy pumping “Gidget” pulled out and drunkenly stumbled back tumbling over a bale of hay.
	The other boy humped his schlong, drank down a bottle of beer, finishing it off and then stumbled towards the goat.  The nanny looked to him, ba-aaad him and moved about kicking and being fussy.
	Chris and Harold backed away and peeked into the house.

	The mother, Kathy, was yapping on the phone in the kitchen.  The only daughter was--in her room.  Alone.  Well, there were some fishies in a tank on her desk.  She was on a phone, too.  Carefully Chris zapped her and had her conclude her call.  She did so.
	Thereafter she undressed and pranced about for show in her undies.
	She laid out on her twin size bed, opening her legs.  Harold held her ankles together then raised her legs, admiring her glorious crotch.  Out of his pants he pulled his bone, Chris had Anna grip the schlong and make good with the hand jobbing.
	She was already a pro.
	And so much more.

	When attempting to delve into AnnaElyse’s mind Chris suddenly got a massive overwhelming headache.  It was so bad he lost the osmosis ability he had with the Pen Flasher and Anna had to be subdued by Harold--he pummeled her and then conked her out.
	Chris lay on the floor in a daze.
	He barely could recognize his friend of friends.
	They had both finished off banging Anna, filling her three holes and Chris wanted to know though he already assumed and knew--was she getting it on with her brothers.  It was a given and a probable.
	But as soon as he had begun the “digging” the nausea swept over him and he kissed the floor.  Hard.
	Harold managed to get Chris out of the house unseen and they lay in bushes alongside.  The dizziness faded but a lingering ear whine remained.  He felt sea sick and a gross icky feeling remained in his mouth.  He managed to sit up, but his vision was kinda blurred.  ‘Ok,’ he told himself, ‘so no more fucking in someone’s mind.’ he made the mental note, not too mention a check with Mr. Thomas to see what the fuck!