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Book 8\par
Chapter Six\par
Dom\rquote s Way Home\par
(detours along the way)\par
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Just remember -- if the world didn't suck, we would all fall off. \line\tab and speaking of sucking\'85\par
\tab Kari Nory did a lot of it.  The two scumsucking dirt bags interrupting her life demanded it.  There WAS an EMAD in use but it seemed to be malfunctioning (GOOD!) but the two scumsucking dirt bags interrupting her life used other methods to \ldblquote get their way.\rdblquote   Threats, spankings, and other various forms of torture prompted Kari to follow thru and bide her time.\par
\tab Bide her time.  Somewhere, sometime, somehow, the two Scumsucking dirt bags who had interrupted her life would fuck up; they would slip up somewhere somehow and Kari would be there to watch them\emdash and maybe with luck help them along with their fall.\par
\tab There, too, though, was the pesky business of \lquote it wasn\rquote t all that bad.\rquote\par
\tab The hang-up, of course, was the younger ones.  But then again there, too, it wasn\rquote t all that bad.  Kari had issues, with herself.  She emphatically refused to submit to herself that she endorsed the extreme perversions the two Scumsuckers interrupting her life were about.  \par
\tab But\emdash getting hammered (and even spanked) by twelve year old Grant and fourteen year old Kyle excited her.  She denied it\emdash tried to deny it; but the two boys who were directed by the two Scumsuckers interrupting her life excited her.  Excited her.  Thrilled her.  Came on her.  There was no denying no matter how hard she did try\emdash she liked it.\par
\tab Kyle and Grant were pretty enthused about the ordeal, too.\par
\tab Gretchen and the other girls\emdash not so much.\par
\tab Gretchen was the object of attention for Scumsucker \ldblquote Mike.\rdblquote\par
\tab Kim, Sarah, and Jill held Scumsucker \ldblquote Gary\rquote s\rdblquote  attention.\par
\tab Kyle\rquote s sister, Krista, was equally shared by Gary and Mike; Grant and Kyle, too.  Kari received the most attention; double and triple penetrations with golden showers and pearl necklaces.  She sucked and sucked and sucked, one cock after another\emdash fondling testicles, caressing bare asses, and leaving on the desert-mountain road her morals.\par
\page\tab After successfully breaking thirty year old television personality Kari Nory, Gary settled to those that held his attention; Sarah, Kim, and Jill.  Mike made merry with Gretchen and Krista.  Kyle and Grant were exhausted and lay nakedly sweating and dripping other fluids with the naked exhausted Kari.  They watched as\emdash\par
\tab Inside the van behind the petition (partition\emdash not PETITION as mentioned in previous chapter) Gary lay nakedly with Sarah Harny.  She was ten.  She was naked.  She was cute.  She was naked.  Gary\rquote s fingers traveled all over her nakedness, \lquote specially her vagina.  Little Sarah had little nipples; Gary was attentive to those, too.  He smiled as he lusted over her; the child lay out still\emdash a little mindless.  The girl\rquote s strawberry blond hair was a little matted with sweat, twigs, leaves, dirt, and cum.  She had a uniqueness to her sweet face\emdash a face of curiosity and inquisitiveness; fantastic blue eyes and a general all around sweetness.  She would be fantastic at thirteen.  Gary couldn\rquote t wait that long and began earnestly fingering her pussy.\par
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\tab With Krista on her hands and knees on the piled clothing on the desert-mountain road, Scumsucker Mike \ldblquote put it to\rdblquote  the girl while Gretchen was underneath sucking on Krista\rquote s cunt and Mike\rquote s balls.  Gary watched them from inside the van as he prepped little Sarah\rquote s cunt; the look in his friend\rquote s eyes told him\emdash though he was deeply putting it to Krista he was \ldblquote putting it to\rdblquote  his bio daughter, Trisha.\par
\tab Gary put it to Sarah.  His fingering of the girl\rquote s pussy went for a couple of minutes; Grant\rquote s twelve year old cock and Kyle\rquote s fourteen year old cock had nicely \ldblquote broken-in\rdblquote  the young girl\emdash now it was Scumsucker Gary\rquote s turn.\par
\tab Mike held tightly to Krista\emdash continuing to pump slowly but with determination.  He watched as in the van his best friend positioned himself on top of the little girl he seemed most enamored with.  His manly manhood significantly more meaty than the likes Grant and Kyle rode up and down the girl\rquote s recently deflowered cunt.  Strongly did Gary grind his cock, forcing Sarah\rquote s legs open then rising himself up just a little and guiding into her sex his cock.\par
\tab A powerful jut of cum spewed with a vengeance from Scumsucker Mike\rquote s cock.  Pounding hard with force he slammed Krista\rquote s tortured bum, gripping her hips\emdash running his hands up her sides to fondle her dangling breasts, he pumped his all watching as friend Gary invaded Sarah.\par
\page\tab Sitting back on his haunches he watched as rivers of his cum oozed and squirted out of the hole he had just fucked.  As trickles of his love juice dripped down her crack he told the horrified Gretchen underneath, \ldblquote lick it up.\rdblquote\par
\tab Inside the van, Gary soothed little Sarah; his hand lovingly caressing her face.  His vile deed done there was the afterward; the soothing, cooing, calming.  Sarah\rquote s pussy was sore as was the whole of her body.  She lay trembling some and very well fucked.\par
\tab Gary looked up and met the cold eyes of the oldest member of the group, Kari.  There was deep disdain in the woman\rquote s eyes\emdash Gary smiled to her and was mindful of her, too.\par
\tab Mike required rest; Gary went on to the black girl, Kim Arnab.  She was eleven, had some titty meat to fondle and suckle, and despite Grant and Kyle tag teaming her earlier was a tight fit.  Gary\rquote s bone ached him greatly and sorely needed some rest\emdash but the lust level in the Scumsucker overrode the rest request and after placing Sarah in the rear of van he laid Kim out\emdash on her stomach.  As many as several minutes before any \ldblquote action\rdblquote  came about; most of the time Gary spent caressing the girl\rquote s ass, spanking it, squeezing the flesh, and \ldblquote exploring\rdblquote  her cave.\par
\tab Kim was notably uneasy with the level of attention she received but endured it all just the same.  An \ldblquote unknown\rdblquote  force forced her into compliance.  She gripped the crappy grungy carpet and soon felt the intrusion to her body beginning.\par
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\tab After locking eyes with Scumsucker Mike, Kyle eased out of the van and made way to his sister.  Krista lay on the ground, legs open, mind gone.  The boy looked her fine teen body over\emdash they had been fooling around (on their own) for some time and not even the very first time when he got to see her totally naked and willing did she seem so incredible as she did on the desert canyon road.  He admired her and lusted.  \par
\tab Mike directed the boy to \ldblquote fuck her.\rdblquote\par
\tab In the van, Gary was in Kim\rquote s backdoor pumping steadily but his cock was reaching the limit of how much longer it could go.  Mike watched him with torrid thoughts racing thru his mind.  Kyle \ldblquote fucked\rdblquote  his sister, sliding his own aching bone into her dick trench.  Locking his arms he locked his body having only his hips doing any movement.  Krista entwined her young teen body about; this after distorting her body oddly in a manner of defiance for the forced act but then submitting after all.\par
\page\tab Kim\rquote s head pounded against the interior wall of the van as she was seriously fucked in the ass.  There was significant hurtie-owie to her poop chute; her asshole finally managed to \ldblquote give\rdblquote  a little and let up the discomfort\emdash but still\'85\par
\tab Every stinking inch of his scummy scumsucking cock was in the eleven year old\rquote s asshole.  It was quite a feat and took four minutes to cum.  It was the longest four minutes of both Kim and Scumsucker\rquote s life.  Even after pulling out\emdash the discomfort level was still high and remained so for some time.  Kim\rquote s asshole eventually slammed shut but there was a great deal of uncomfortableness.  Scumsucker Gary had to endure a longer time of uncomfortableness\emdash his cock hurt!\par
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\tab\ldblquote Soooo, we stayin\rquote  or walkin\rquote ?\rdblquote\par
\tab Valid question, the days of desert dwelling were hot; the days of nighttime desert dwelling were cold.  There was no in between.  The plan had been to go to the remote hunter and miner\rquote s cabin set far back in the rolling rustic hills.  The washout of the only bridge along the way put a damper on that deal.\par
\tab Furthermore, the bridge was (had been) nestled at the bottom of two steep hills.  Gary\rquote s work van was angled downward some feet from the bridge where there was no room to turn around; a small ditch was on one side and a bevy of huge rocks and boulders on the other.  Some trees lined the side where the rocks were, a unfriendly hillside on the ditch side.  A five hundred foot drop off was there on the tree and boulder side.\par
\tab Getting out was going to be a neat trick.\par
\tab It was the weekend and neither of them had to be at work in the morning\emdash but the following day they had to be.  Scumsucker Mike regretted not bringing his wife along.  Gary regretted it, too.  but her disability of being unable to fully walk would have made it whereas the two men would have had to watch and tend after her rather than the cargo they had.\par
\tab Gary was a queer bird (ok, let\rquote s not go there) and opted for pulling out\emdash er, out of the spot they were in.  After an hour\rquote s rest the two pond scumsuckers actually put on their clothes and pulled their \ldblquote cargo\rdblquote  out of the van taking them down to the washed out bridge.  \ldblquote Don\rquote t move.\rdblquote  Gary told them.  \ldblquote Don\rquote t even think about it!\rdblquote  Mike added.  The \ldblquote cargo\rdblquote  nodded and the two scumsuckers returned to the van.\par
\tab Behind the van was a great boulder with a huge gnarled pine tree growing up from within the wall of the canyon hillside.  The tree had once actually been on top but weather had washed it down to settle about the boulder.  Its roots were sturdy and exposed growing about the rock, too.\par
\page\tab Gary opened the back of the van removing from a toolbox some chain and a come-along.  Mike swung out the hoist and the operation of backing the van out began.\par
\tab Kari looked the surroundings over\emdash the dray wash was questionable, chocked and choked with desert debris and at anytime could be choked and chocked with more from a sudden rage of water without notice.  What was up the other side of the washout she didn\rquote t know\emdash she didn\rquote t know where she was or how far away was town, road, civilization.  Although she wasn\rquote t tied up or even watched, making an escape here was not a good idea.  She sort of thought that it was probably over\emdash she had overheard the two scumsuckers discussing backing out and heading home.\par
\tab So what did that mean for the cargo?\par
\tab Despite how horrendous the Scumsuckers were in their illicit business of kidnapping for sexual purposes; no regard for ages or relationships, in possession of an illegal to possess electronic mind altering device, Kari didn\rquote t believe the two men to be heinous enough to kill them.\par
\tab She could be wrong of course\'85\par
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\tab With one tire of work van on the verge of being bald, the van\rquote s ability to back up successfully on the slanted road was difficult to say the least.  In fact, traction was lost and the van went hurtling to the hillside and ditch.  The collision jarred the driver; he shook it off but was clearly dazed.\par
\tab Scumsucker Mike came quickly to his aid\emdash but slipped on the slippery downgrade and collided with the van itself nearly knocking him out.  He lay out on the ground with his crotch up against the rear tire\emdash which was also not good and laid there very still in extreme pain and discomfort.\par
\tab Scumsucker Gary finally managed to gather himself and crawl out the open door of the van\rquote s cargo area.  He wasn\rquote t well, his head had been injured with the hillside collision and he was greatly dazed.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Mike?\rdblquote  he called out, \ldblquote You alright?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote No.\rdblquote  squeaked Mike rolling to his side and nearly vomiting.  If he had of vomited then that would be serious.  His stomach was very muchly upset as was then the rest of his body.\par
\tab\ldblquote Sweet sorry son-of-a-bitch,\rdblquote  Mike blurted, \ldblquote let\rquote s not do that again.\rdblquote\par
\tab Gary was all for that.  \par
\tab Mike finally managed to pull himself out from the position he was in and check his wavels.  \par
\tab\ldblquote They alright?\rdblquote  Gary asked trying not to be gay about it.\par
\tab\ldblquote Still there.\rdblquote  Mike replied.  He breathed hard and wasn\rquote t well, no, not well at all.  He sat on the step of the van not intending to move for awhile.\par
\page\tab Gary made his way to the group\emdash stumbling a little and nearly falling.  He did manage to collide with a tree furthering his hurtie-owie.  No one of the cargo group rushed to help him, though.  \par
\tab After regaining himself, shaking off the hurt and the ow he reassessed the washed out bridge.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Whattya thinkin\rquote ?\rdblquote  Mike asked stumbling up behind him.\par
\tab\ldblquote It\rquote s not much further up the road (from the other side).\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote And?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote And we could probably walk it.\rdblquote\par
\tab Mike nodded, this wasn\rquote t turning out quite so well after all.  The beginning was a little crazy acquiring the cargo, the middle was good enjoying the cargo, but the ending was beginning to suck.\par
\tab\ldblquote Do you have any chicken wire?\rdblquote  Kari Nory asked.\par
\tab\ldblquote Chicken wire?\rdblquote\par
\tab Miners, prospectors, desert travelers often used chicken wire to aid in their ability to get out deep sand the tire of their car had sunk into.  And as a matter of fact\emdash after pulling every last piece of tools out of the tool box, there was some chicken wire.\par
\tab As evening began to come upon them, Gary tempted fate once more and with scumbuddy Mike operating the hoist/wench from the back of the van to pull it (what else what a hoist wench do?) and the chicken wire under the rear tires\emdash the van moved.\par
\tab Not as precariously as it had the first time, a lot less slipping.  \par
\tab The next trick was going to be even trickier, though; turning.\par
\tab The road came down steeply from the hill and made a turn where the great boulder and pine tree were.  It was just as steep as the section leading to where the bridge used to be.  And making a so-so U-turn on such a precarious road wasn\rquote t easy, either.\par
\tab After a few tense minutes, though, the van was pointed up the right direction.  The \ldblquote cargo\rdblquote  was fetched and everything went back into place.  Making the grade back up the hill to where it was more level and less perilous was the next trick.  It took a little more time and all done in silence.\par
\tab Finally, they reached the top where it leveled off and made a slow trek back down to the desert floor and all points beyond.  At the crest and just rounding a great boulder something was happening out on the desert floor.  \par
\tab\ldblquote What the hell is that?\rdblquote  Gary asked to no one in particular.\par
\tab It was dark on the desert floor but something for certain was going on.\par
\tab\ldblquote Looks like a dust storm.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote That aint good.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote We need another option.\rdblquote\par
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Light travels faster than sound.  That's why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.\line\tab\ldblquote Banging the sheep\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Banging the sheep?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Makes a nice title, huh?\rdblquote\par
\tab It did.\par
\tab Jessie and Joey had plenty of film for their friend in town who would pay them handsomely for the 2hrs of explicit naughty business featuring a lackluster cast of fuckables.  The Actors and Actresses were great, but it was time for a new batch.  Well, it was time but the Director and Producer would require a bit of personal time before engaging in the next segment of their outrageous filmmaking venture.\par
\tab But with night coming on traveling the desert back to civilization wasn\rquote t a good idea.  It wasn\rquote t that good during the day!  The actors and actresses remained in their dressing room after dinner while the director and producer took refuge in the outer room\emdash discussing sound effects for the film, what actor/actress should win the award for most cum swallowed in a single gulp\'85\par
\tab The two slipped off to sleep but were awakened shortly after by some unknown noise.  Neither knew what the noise was and stepped outside.  The air was tingling with a strangeness Jessie nor Joey had ever felt before.  It was indescribable save for the \ldblquote tingling\rdblquote  sensation on their skin.  It was similar to an electrical storm of some sort.  Of some sort.\par
\tab They waited a while but when the sudden wind storm came up bringing stinging sand they returned to the miner\rquote s shack to let the storm pass.  The men were exhausted\emdash and how!  The storm kept them tense for over an hour then they settled to sleep the rest of the night.\par
\tab Come morning, the storm was gone and so were Nina and Grace.\par
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\tab It was a given, of course, for prisoners to make escape.  Btu be that as it may, it didn\rquote t make it any better\emdash for them or their captors.  The remaining prisoners were looked over and then tied up and tied up tightly.  An investigation of the rear room of the shack found a corrugated tin panel was loose and loose enough to allow someone to make their way out.  There was a lot of blood from the use of cutting materials to free the former actresses\rquote  bindings.\par
\page\tab Of course, asking the others \ldblquote When did they leave?\rdblquote  was replied with various answers.  It was sure to be that from 9:30\emdash the time of the electrified sand storm and 6AM.\par
\tab That was a big headstart.\par
\tab Outside at the truck the two men scanned the area.  \par
\tab They could have gone any direction\emdash at any time.\par
\tab\ldblquote I think we should--\rdblquote\par
 \tab\ldblquote Go look for them.\rdblquote  \par
\tab It wasn\rquote t Jessie\rquote s thought.  To FLEE was Jessie\rquote s thought.  There were complications mounting and mounting\emdash if the two bitches found help the area would be beset by all kinds of law enforcers.  A flea wouldn\rquote t be able to move without being noted.  And there, too, was the remaining actors and actresses.  What to do with them?\par
\tab But Joey suggested \ldblquote go look for them.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote I wouldn\rquote t waste too much time doing that,\rdblquote  Jessie said, \ldblquote we probably should pack up and get the hell out of here.\rdblquote  \lquote and move to Tahiti.\rquote\par
\tab Joey agreed, not too much time.  Just along the ridge, Joey going one way and Jessie the other.  Scan the area as intently as possible and then call it a day and disappear.\par
\tab Jessie agreed, but was more for making haste and getting away before the helicopters came.  He settled himself and tried to think\emdash\lquote If I were a teenage girl\'85\rquote  and the mitigating circumstances surrounding her\emdash where would she go.  Desperation and other factors created quite a quandary, though; desperation caused a person to act differently than they would under conditions that were calmer.\par
\tab The heat of the morning was already beginning to get uncomfortable; Jessie picked his way along a trail the miner and/or prospector had used years ago.  There was no gold in the area, if it were\emdash there would be more tin shacks.  The area was barren, desolate, and hot.  Not fit for man or beast.\par
\tab It was fit, though, for tarantulas\emdash Desert Scourge type tarantulas.\par
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\tab Far below the rocky ridge was a small gathering of Tarantulas.  There seemed to be an encampment there, some old army trucks, tents, water tanks\emdash it looked something like out of a movie picture about life after a nuclear devastation on planet Earth.\par
\tab It was best to stay clear of them and Jessie was about to make his move back to the shack, get Joey and make haste as they should going around the ridge to the back road into town.\par
\tab He was about to but then he saw something familiar.\par
\tab Nina and Grace!\par
\page Life isn't like a box of chocolates.  It's more like a jar of jalapenos. What you do today, might burn your ass tomorrow\par
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\tab The more she fussed the more hoots and hollers from those around her cackled.  It seemed like almost a \ldblquote good idea\rdblquote .  Nina Munchez floundered, flailed, and flopped about the hot desert sand as a score of disgusting foul Tarantulas descended upon her.  Suddenly one of the Tarantulas managed to get a good hold on her, grabbing her hair and yanking her into a very uncomfortable position.  She was on her knees, body arched, head back dangerously with an equally dangerous knife at her throat ready to slice.\par
\tab\ldblquote Now, missy britches,\rdblquote  seethed a horribly stanky Tarantula, \ldblquote you bes\rquote  mind yerself lessen I make you bleed!\rdblquote   Nina couldn\rquote t even gulp for air as the blade would surely slice her and \ldblquote make her bleed.\rdblquote\par
\tab Just across from her was her friend, Grace.  The two girls had stole away in the night, naked.  Their feet and hands, knees, shins and everywhere else were cut up by the rocks as they made their trek down the ridge.  They slipped away from one horror and into another.  Nina sorely regretted escaping\emdash had she known of the new horror to befall her she would have stayed and endured the next act\'85\par
\tab Grace was in peril, worse than what the Director and Producer bastards had done\emdash rough sex\emdash by three Tarantulas.  All three of the Scourge members were naked; one was tall and skinny, the other two a little portly with one being more than the other.  All three had incredible body odor and looked a sight with the hair all frizzed out like they had been electrocuted or something.  They were cut up and probably could use some medical attention.\par
\tab One of the Tarantualas, Cosgrow, had a limp and slurred his speech; he favored his right hand and it looked a little distorted, too.  He was first to take up position on Grace while his buddies, Runt and Junkyard, held the screaming teenager still.\par
\tab As Cosgrow got behind the girl and entered her, another Tarantula came into the scene announcing the arrival of some guy named \ldblquote Fagen.\rdblquote   Nina fussed still, \lquote how many more of these fucking bastards are there!?\rquote  she wondered.\par
\tab Quite a few actually.\par
\tab After Cosgrow got his hump off, he stumbled back and was giddy as a school girl, cum dripping from his nasty cock.  One of the other Tarantulas took his place while the biker Cosgrow made his way to Nina. \par
\tab The more Nina tried to thrash the tighter the grip from the burly biker holding her.\par
\page\tab\ldblquote Hold \lquote er tight, Dawg!\rdblquote  chortled Cos.  The naked biker came flopping his foul cock and Nina knew what was expected.  \par
 \tab The sun beat down onto the area she and Grace thought was safe, it resembled an army post, an outpost of some sort.  But it wasn\rquote t.  Had they seen the biker bikes they would have known otherwise.  But too late, the bikers saw them and got them.\par
\tab Cosgrow came and with \ldblquote Dawg\rdblquote  jerking Nina\rquote s head back pulling her hair near out the horrid man with the hellish disgusting cock jammed himself into her mouth.  \ldblquote Suck it, bitch!\rdblquote  barked the biker.\par
\tab Nina grumbled a \ldblquote FUCK YOU\rdblquote  as the smeared cock filled her mouth.  The man began to pump, pull out and hump her face then jam himself back in.  Nina felt ill and began to retch.  Behind Cos, another biker was humping Grace.\par
\tab Nina\rquote s fear was suddenly overwhelmed by anger and as biker Cosgrow\rquote s cock swelled inside her mouth\emdash she acted in the only manner she could.\par
\tab It was instantaneous; sudden deliberate pain that sent Cosgrow tumbling backward holding his cock\emdash the tip of which had been bitten clean off.\par
\tab\ldblquote Fuckin\rquote  whore bit my dick!\rdblquote  screamed Cos.\par
\tab To further add to Cos\rquote  pain, Nina swallowed the tip.  It was the last act that Nina would remember, though\'85 \par
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\tab Although the sun was not high in the sky it\rquote s COOK the Desert setting was already on High Broil.  To say that she was dazed would be an understatement\emdash she languished in a sea of confusion, sickness, and seriously blurred vision.  It would be sometime before she would \ldblquote come around.\rdblquote\par
\tab When she did\emdash she was better off confused.  And confusion was the Word of the Day; she was naked, sprawled out on the ground spread eagle-like, her wrists and ankles staked the hard packed but very warm earth.  There were desert camouflaged army trucks, tents, and crates scattered all about.  Nina Munchez had a hard time making sense of her situation\emdash\par
\tab Then a horrid piece of walking human trash walked into her vision.\par
\tab He was a biker\emdash this by his numerous tattoos of biker bikes, skulls, and naked bitches.  He had long stringy hair, in need of a shave (and a bath) and was naked.  Nina felt horribly ill and then all at once she knew\emdash she knew everything as the man came standing straddling up to her revealing to her his cock\emdash or what remained of it.\par
\page\tab She had bit off the tip of the man\rquote s cock\emdash and swallowed it.  She remembered.  She remembered being kidnapped in broad daylight in town; she remembered being raped by a pair of sexual deviants; spanked, peed on, and repeatedly fucked\emdash but they were gentle in comparison to the biker gang.\par
\tab Had she\rquote d known of the bikers in the area she would have stayed in the shack with Grace and the others.\par
\tab Grace!\par
\tab Where was Grace?\par
\tab Nina twisted her head that was free trying to see the state of her friend.  She was no where to be seen\emdash what was seen, though, was dirt bag bikers everywhere.  They were filthy, cackling, and encircling the distressed Nina.\par
\tab One horridly grungy half naked biker stepped up with a glazed look in his eyes, pushing the dickhead-less one aside.  Cosgrow took offense and shoved the other biker saying \ldblquote Fuckin\rquote  whore is mine!\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote She\rquote s alla ours, C-man, and I\rquote ma gettin\rquote  me some of \lquote er!\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote We\rquote re waitin\rquote  for Fagen.\rdblquote  said one of the other bikers.\par
\tab\ldblquote FUCK faggy Fagen!\rdblquote  shouted out belligerently the biker known as Eagon.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Fuck you and anybody who looks like you!\rdblquote  stated a new voice coming in breaking up the encircling biker group.  The Tarantulas went deadly silent as their leader, Fagen, made his presence known.\par
\tab\ldblquote You have a problem with me?\rdblquote  Fagen asked as he came in lightly dusting himself off from the desert.\par
\tab Eagon said nothing in response but held his ground.\par
\tab\ldblquote Gettin\rquote  a little uppity in your old age.\rdblquote  stated the leader.\par
\tab Eagon rolled his eyes in thought\emdash then realized, \lquote shit, it\rquote s my birthday.\rquote  only the Pack leader would know it.\par
\tab\ldblquote You been gettin\rquote  a little mouthy, too,\rdblquote  continued Fagen, \ldblquote and takin\rquote  off doin\rquote  your own thing,\rdblquote  then he paused, \ldblquote and where\rquote s my soldier boy?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Uh, about that soldier, Boss,\rdblquote  piped in one of the Tarantulas, a dirt bag named Junkyard, \ldblquote we had him but--\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote But what?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote We lost him.\rdblquote\par
\tab Fagen blinked his eyes slowly in thought, cocked his head, and stared at Junkyard.  \ldblquote You what?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote It wasn\rquote t our fault,\rdblquote  chimed in Ozy, \ldblquote he went up into some rocks--\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Some rocks?\rdblquote\par
\page\tab\ldblquote Yeah, over by the trailer park--\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Was this where the WIND wrecked your bikes?\rdblquote\par
\tab There was silence among the Scourge.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah, Boss, same area.\rdblquote  said Ozy.\par
\tab\ldblquote Strange thangs been happenin\rquote  out ch\rquote ere in this fookin\rquote  desert, Boss.\rdblquote  said Runt.\par
\tab\ldblquote So I hear.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote We think it\rquote s time to move on, elsewhere.\rdblquote  \lquote safer\rquote\par
\tab Fagen turned his attention to Eagon.\par
\tab\ldblquote Do you now?\rdblquote  almost sneered the biker leader.  \ldblquote You speakin\rquote  for ALL or just your worm?\rdblquote  \par
\tab\ldblquote We all kinda feel that way, Boss.\rdblquote  Ozy supplied.\par
\tab Fagen narrowed his eyes, \ldblquote I feel a mutiny among me ranks.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote It aint that, Boss,\rdblquote  complained Junkyard, \ldblquote things just hasn\rquote t been right among us--\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote They have or were for awhile,\rdblquote  added Ozy, \ldblquote but strange shits been happen\rquote  and--\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote And what?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote We aint seen much loot come our way.\rdblquote  said Eagon flatly with balls.\par
\tab The Tarantula Scourge leader turned his attention back to his lackey.\par
\tab\ldblquote Loot, huh?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah, loot\emdash we need new bikes, better digs--\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote We aint scored a decent thing since comin\rquote  to this fookin\rquote  place!\rdblquote  Runt angrily coughed up.\par
\tab The surrounding bikers all nodded their heads in support of Runt\rquote s statement.\par
\tab\ldblquote I know, lads, things haven\rquote t been exactly as planned,\rdblquote  Fagen paused looking each member of his gang in the eyes, \ldblquote it takes time to set things up.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote How much longer, then?\rdblquote  asked Eagon asked sarcastically.\par
\tab\ldblquote Let me worry about that.\rdblquote  Fagen returned impatiently.\par
\tab\ldblquote We\rquote re tired of waiting, Boss!\rdblquote  Eagon exclaimed, \ldblquote we missed that payroll shipment from the army, soldier boy is gone, and YOU\rquote ve got the best bike of all!\rdblquote   Eagon\rquote s balls were swelling\'85\par
\tab Fagen, cocking his head smiled and locked eyes with us gangly upstart.  \ldblquote You sound disgruntled, me lad, I\rquote ve told you, all good things will come to us\emdash it just takes time.  My time, not yours.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote You\rquote ve been stringing us along, Fagen,\rdblquote  Eagon continued swelling his chest.  A nasty hush fell among the gang.  Eagon had not only crossed the line but jumped.\par
\page\tab The tension among the Scourge was tight; Eagon though swelling with proud balls was leery of his leader.  Slowly, and wisely, he began to back up from where the naked teenage girl lay staked out on the ground.  Fagen made his semi circle around the girl\emdash never leaving his eyes from his lackey.\par
\tab\ldblquote Maybe you\rquote d like to join up with Bull\rquote s gang,\rdblquote  said Fagen as Eagon backed up out of the shade of the open tent canopy, \ldblquote I hear he\rquote s always lookin\rquote  for more members.\rdblquote\par
\tab Of course, to quit one gang to join another meant \ldblquote ahlassdee\rdblquote ; Indian word for fight.  As seen in many Cowboy/Indian movies the two opponents have a bandana wrapped about their wrists with a knife in the other and \ldblquote fight to the death.\rdblquote   The Winner gets to leave (and live).\par
\tab Eagon\rquote s swelling began to decrease a bit; he stumbled over some encampment stuff nearly crashing into the line of bikes parked nearby like horses at a picket fence.\par
\tab Fagen and the rest of the Tarantulas followed making another circle about their leader and Eagon.\par
\tab Eagon stood up looking at Fagen\rquote s motorcycle.  It wasn\rquote t new but it was newer than the rest.\par
\tab\ldblquote Lookee here,\rdblquote  he said almost in desperation, \ldblquote he\rquote s got the best bike of all of us, any loot we get he gets it all\emdash for himself!\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Well, now,\rdblquote  chided Fagen, \ldblquote if it\rquote s loot you be lookin\rquote  for, why dinna jus\rquote  says so!\rdblquote  he smiled and casually lifted an army canvass revealing an army crate underneath.  It was heavily damaged, but the contents were still intact.  The crate was wooden with steel riveted reinforcements and bracing.  Fagen lifted the top of the crate pulling out an army helmet\emdash new design that covered the ears and was lightweight.  He tossed it to Eagon chiding,\par
\tab\ldblquote Here you go, bucko.\rdblquote  Fagen said cheerfully.\par
\tab Eagon caught the helmet; looked it over with not much appreciation and tossed it back.\par
\tab\ldblquote This aint gonna fill my belly or wallet!\rdblquote  almost shouted Eagon.\par
\tab Fagen narrowed his eyes and tossed the helmet to Runt who took the offering and immediately put it on.  \ldblquote Thanks, Boss!\rdblquote  exclaimed the Tarantula.\par
\tab Eagon glared at the lackey for his sucking up.\par
\tab The pack drew like a drawstring, tightening up their ranks as the two Tarantulas squared off for a finale.  Fagen made the inner circle, never leaving his eyes from his uppity ballsy lackey.  Eagon slowly turned following his leader\rquote s movement; his nervous good hand resting on the hilt of his knife in it\rquote s holster behind his back.\par
\page\tab Not even ten o\rquote clock in the morning and already the encampment of the Scourge was a hundred degrees.  Sweat rolled into Eagon\rquote s eyes, his body drew tense as slowly all around the tight group he followed faggy Fagen.\par
\tab With the next circle, Fagen stepped in closer.  Eagon remained as he was turning only when he had to.  Fagen\rquote s hands were out in front of him; he wore his open leather vest with not-so-clean army brown undershirt.  The man\rquote s eyes were icy black and boring straight into his underling.\par
\tab When Fagen made the next full circle and stepped in closer, and the Tarantulas stepped in closer to draw tighter the circle, Eagon lunged screaming \ldblquote Aaaiiieee!\rdblquote\par
\tab His lunge attempt was good, Fagen stepped out of the way (narrowly) and brought his elbow sharply down onto Eagon\rquote s shoulder sending the man sprawling to the hot sand.  Eagon was quick to react, though, and scrambled up taking a handful of hot sand and flinging it to his leader.\par
\tab It was a weak throw and not much of a handful of sand, either.  Fagen wasn\rquote t bothered, not even pissed.  His blade shined in the bright sunlight and turning it just so blinded Eagon.  The man shielded his eyes and stumbled a bit\emdash it was a prime opportunity but Fagen didn\rquote t take it.  He smiled, chuckled, and continued manipulating his blade so as the bright light pierced Eagon\rquote s eyes.\par
\tab Holding his hand over his eyes Eagon lunged blindedly at his opponent.  Fagen stepped out of the way, twirling like a ballerina and sending a hearty boot kick into Eagon\rquote s side.  The whoops and hollers from the encircled Scourge began.\par
\tab Eagon flew up in a rage and charged his leader; Fagen met the lunge, angling his body just so to receive the impact.  Eagon hit Fagen and was rebuffed sending him hurtling backwards.\par
\tab\ldblquote Take him,\rdblquote  chortled one of the Tarantulas, \ldblquote we need new blood!\rdblquote\par
\tab Fagen gave his friend a small cold stare.  He smiled at Runt and the man sly moved out of the circle.  Eagon tossed more sand but in his attempt to follow thru with his newest lunge\emdash he tripped over his own feet and stumbled to his leader\rquote s boots.\par
\tab\ldblquote Go ahead, E-man,\rdblquote  yowled Panhead, \ldblquote kiss \lquote is boots!\rdblquote  the uproar from the encircled Tarantulas was as loud as their bikes.  Eagon flew himself up barking \ldblquote I aint kissin\rquote  NO ONE\rquote S boots!\rdblquote  and he made a daring slash at Fagen.\par
\tab Amazingly, he slashed Fagen\rquote s blocking left arm\emdash but took a slice himself.  Fagen had on his leathers, full dress (full sleeve) jacket w/matching vest.  Eagon had on only his vest.\par
\page\tab The slice to Fagen slashed open the leather arm of the sleeve, and brought blood to the skin of the leathery arm of the pack leader; Eagon\rquote s slash was to the bone.\par
\tab The slash to Eagon, though, didn\rquote t deter him but only enraged him.  It was desperation and he charged recklessly into Fagen.  The two men grabbled a moment but Fagen brought his elbow into the middle space between Eagon\rquote s shoulders and down the man went.\par
\tab The Tarantulas whooped it up all the more nearly falling all over themselves.  Fagen gave his lackey time to gather himself; and just as he was on is hands and knees \ldblquote gathering himself\rdblquote  the Scourge leader gave a hard swift boot kick to the man\rquote s stomach nearly launching him into space.\par
\tab Eagon coughed, sputtered, and retched as he rolled onto his back trying to catch his kicked out breath.  Fagen loomed above him, placing his blunt end boot to the man\rquote s crotch.  Eagon continued to grasp for breath, his vision clouded, blood spurting from his nose and mouth.\par
\tab Then, the Tarantula Desert Scourge leader reached out a hand.\par
\tab Eagon\rquote s breath returned and he took the leader\rquote s offering and was pulled up.  \ldblquote Nothing like a little mutiny to brighten your day!\rdblquote  smiled Fagen, then he gave a shove to the would be mutineer saying \ldblquote and I hates mutiny!\rdblquote\par
\tab Eagon thrashed his knife in defense as he was backed up into the shade of one of the canopy tents.  Standing just off to one side of a pile of concealed army crates some of which had camouflaged netting over them or army blankets.\par
\tab Runt stood at one of the smaller crates and when locking eyes with his leader, he gave a subtle nod.  Fagen once more narrowed his eyes and as Eagon lunged in for a strike he took it bringing the lackey into him whispering into his ear,\par
\tab\ldblquote It\rquote s been a worthy effort, I\rquote ve enjoyed our time together\emdash but now it\rquote s time to go!\rdblquote  and he shoved with a mighty shove sending Eagon backwards to the largest covered crate.\par
\tab Eagon struck the non-moving crate and went instantly still.  His eyes blinked excessively and he seemed frozen.  Fagen stood his ground not showing pain inflicted to him by his former Tarantula lackey\rquote s blade.  He pulled said blade from his side clenching up and snorting some as the pain was a bit much after all.  But he didn\rquote t show it.  He stumbled but caught himself, riveting his feet to the hard parched ground beneath his boots.\par
\tab\ldblquote Well,\rdblquote  Fagen said with great effort, \ldblquote I\rquote ve enjoyed your company,\rdblquote  snorting more and showing signs of struggling to maintain himself, \ldblquote I enjoyed fucking your sister, brother, and Mother,\rdblquote  he stepped closer dropping his own blade but keeping holt of Eagon\rquote s,\par
\tab\ldblquote and now,\rdblquote  he said blowing out his breath, \ldblquote I\rquote m gonna fuck you!\rdblquote  \par
\tab Runt and Dawg grabbed Eagon, pulling him from the crate where a long hunting knife was wedged in between the slates of a crate.  While Dawg held Eagon, Runt tore the man\rquote s pants down.  Fagen held himself together undoing his pants.  Staring straight ahead he stumbled forth somewhat colliding with the dazed sputtering Eagon.  \par
\tab The Tarantulas began a chorus of calls as their leader shoved his fuck stick into mutineer Eagon\rquote s asshole.  Gripping the man\rquote s hips he gave a mighty thrust and began reaming the man with a serious vengeance.  \par
 \tab The humping punishment went on and on and on; there was no \ldblquote reach around\rdblquote , spanking, or pulling out to hump elsewhere and then plunge back in to fuck\emdash it was all in all the way to the end.\par
\tab The \ldblquote end\rdblquote  took five minutes or so; afterwards, Fagen, leader of the Desert Scourge Tarantulas, stumbled back but could not rest or show any sign of weakness.  He was very vulnerable at that point, even more so as his sexual doing had just zapped away even more of his energy.\par
\tab\ldblquote Take him,\rdblquote  he breathed exasperatedly, \ldblquote to the Rock.\rdblquote   \par
\tab Several of the Tarantulas scooped up the dazed Eagon and carted him off to that place deep in the desert where a cop and others lay out as so much bird fodder.  Fagen wandered into the sanctity of one of the tents.\par
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\tab Junkyard fetched a beer from the ice cooler; when downing the brew he noticed something amiss.  He stared at the ground just inside the shade of the canopy.  Where was that teen girl?\par
\tab\ldblquote HEY!\rdblquote  he yelled to the remaining members of the Scourge.  \ldblquote She\rquote s gone!\rdblquote\par
\tab Nina Munchez was no longer spread eagled on the ground where she had been.\par
\tab Fagen came out with a new shirt and a bloody bandage over his wound.  \ldblquote Find her, go find her!\rdblquote  he barked reeling a little from the loss of some blood.\par
\tab Ozy, Panhead, and Junkyard went scouring the area for the missing teen.  Fagen didn\rquote t have much energy and remained in the shade of the canopy.  Suddenly there was an explosion startling the man, then another.  Rock debris went sailing into the air and then raining down onto the camouflaged encampment.\par
\tab The concussion of the explosion deafened Fagen; he tried shaking it off but another explosion came and then something fell just inches from his face as he lay stunned on the ground.\par
\tab It was a stick of dynamite!\par
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\tab\ldblquote We need a plan.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote A good plan.\rdblquote\par
\tab It was agreed\emdash they needed a plan\emdash a good plan.  Rushing into a group of bikers was not only foolhardy and stupid it was dangerous with deadly consequences and both Director (Joey) and Producer (Jessie) wanted to do as little dying as possible in their young lives.  But a rescue of Nina and Grace pressed them to act.\par
\tab Carefully they picked their way back to the miner/prospector\rquote s shack for a good private think.  Those they had left there were still there.  Joey and Jessie powwowed in the front room, sweating and worried about what they had seen and if they could successfully get away unscathed and unknown.\par
\tab Joey stepped out of the sweltering tin shack to take a piss.  Jessie rechecked the status of the \ldblquote others\rdblquote  handing out sodas and cold rags from the ice chests.  Joey came quickly back in, \ldblquote Hey,\rdblquote  he said eagerly, \ldblquote I think I found something.\rdblquote  \par
\tab Joey had.  It was an old wooden box somewhat concealed under various cast off equipment.  The wording was just barely readable DA GE  HI H  EXPL SI  DYN MI E\par
\tab Danger  High Explosive(s)\par
\tab Inside the box wrapped in wax paper were over a dozen sticks of dynamite.  The Director and Producer thought up a new plan.\par
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\tab It wasn\rquote t a particularly great plan\emdash but it was a plan.  A distraction was needed and it was a plan made up on the move.  Joey was strong but not too good in the \ldblquote running\rdblquote  department.  Jessie was tall, lanky, and could not only run well enough but \ldblquote duck and hide\rdblquote , too.  So, while Joey hurled lit sticks of KA-BOOM, Jessie would make the dash to free his star actress.\par
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\tab He had been caught once sleeping with a best friend\rquote s girlfriend; he had been caught at high school with marijuana; he had made love to a kinky girl on top of a moving passenger train; and for a brief time he had been a race car driver.\par
\tab But nothing compared to sneaking into the din of \ldblquote tarantulas.\rdblquote   They were all heavily gathered in a circle having some sort of standoff amongst themselves.  It was the distraction Jessie needed.  If while in the process of freeing Nina he was seen doing so\emdash then he was to expect a flurry of loud KA-BOOMS.  Joey up in the rocks above the encampment had a good arm and hopefully a better aim.\par
\page\tab Jessie worked the ropes the bikers had used securing Nina, she was highly agitated but that was to go without saying.  Just as Jessie got to undoing the rope at Nina\rquote s ankles the biker gang began shouting and carrying on loudly.  Jessie didn\rquote t know what was going on\emdash and didn\rquote t care.  Getting the girl free was priority.\par
\tab Sneaking around the area full of Tarantulas alone was one thing, doing so with the carrying of a naked teenage girl was going to be some feat.  Luckily, though, the bikers were heavily involved in whatever ritual they were involved in and Jessie made good freeing Nina\emdash with the help of Joey tossing the KA-BOOM sticks.\par
\tab It was a good cover and Jessie made good his escape unnoticed.\par
\tab Depositing Nina where Joey was,\par
\tab\ldblquote Where\rquote s the other one?\rdblquote   Grace.\par
\tab Jessie looked back into the encampment, \ldblquote I don\rquote t know,\rdblquote  he said, \ldblquote I didn\rquote t see her.\rdblquote\par
\tab It was getting hot\emdash hotter; Joey saved a few sticks for that \ldblquote just in case\rdblquote  and the two men made good with their escape.\par
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\tab She knew something was up, but wasn\rquote t sure.  Something was going on that was out of the norm\emdash but she wasn\rquote t sure.  Despite her young age she was pretty smart, street smart, and wise enough to hold her tongue and wait until more information fulfilled her.\par
\tab Ruthie Damden sat still in Mr. Ted Hammond\rquote s class.  She had picked up on the fact that suddenly her classmates had been chatting, scribbling on their papers, farting, and then the next thing she knew\emdash silence.  Then, Stephanie Cymbalst got up from her desk and went to Mr. Hammond\rquote s desk.  She went AROUND the desk which was first off unusual to begin with\emdash that was only done when discussing grades at the end of the quarter or whatever to see for the student\rquote s self their grade in his gradebook.\par
\tab Then, Stephanie Cymbalst \ldblquote disappeared.\rdblquote\par
\tab Ruthie remained absolutely still, watching and waiting.  She saw Mr. Hammond doing something but she didn\rquote t know what.  No one of the 4rth grade class moved\emdash Ruthie watched her teacher (whom she liked) and the clock on the wall center of the class.  She waited.\par
\tab And at length Stephanie C reappeared\emdash standing up.  She stood up straight with Mr. Hammond looking over the class he smoothed his hand over her chest!  Oh!\par
\page\tab After Stephanie walked back to her desk there was still the dead silence for almost a minute then the scriblings, chattings, and farting resumed.  Ruthie joined in but was wary and watched her favorite teacher\emdash wondering.\par
\tab The following day it was Geri Hass and Beth Kollman.\par
\tab The next day it was Vicki Hesterson, Lauren Twees, and Karen Blackman.  By then, Ruthie had taken note that her favorite teacher was using an electronic device of some kind (of some kind.)  Paying attention and being wily; piecing together news information, school information in regards about EMADs, detectors, preventors, and the various possible variations of Electronic Mind Altering Device Ruthie Damden deduced that Mr. Hammond was using an EMAD.\par
\tab So, one day after school, Ruthie came up to him as the class emptied and Mr. H put together his stuff readying to go home.\par
\tab\ldblquote Something I can do for you, Ruthie?\rdblquote\par
\tab Ruthie smiled; she had a round face, kinky hair of brown curls, blue eyes that dazzled and was full of mischief, and a sweet smile.  She had a pretty decent body for a nine year old, too.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Why haven\rquote t you done me?\rdblquote  she asked catching Mr. H off guard.\par
\tab\ldblquote Excuse me?\rdblquote  \par
\tab\ldblquote I know about the MAD thing.\rdblquote\par
\tab The color in Mr. Hammond\rquote s face went away leaving behind an ashen look segueing not to shock but horror.  \lquote holy fucking ape shit!\rquote   He blinked and found it difficult to breathe.  Then, what was that she said\emdash at the beginning \ldblquote why haven\rquote t you done me?\rdblquote   What?\par
\tab Ruthie stood, smiling, shifting her weight from side to side.  She had Mr. H totally off his guard.  Ruthie shrugged, \ldblquote It\rquote s ok,\rdblquote  she said, \ldblquote I don\rquote t mind.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote You don\rquote t mind!?\rdblquote  Mr. Hammond was near hysterical.\par
\tab Ruthie hooked her thumbs in the belt loops of her pants and continued to look adorable.  \ldblquote Are you going to do all the girls of the class?\rdblquote  she asked.\par
\tab Mr. Hammond could only stare, gulp for air, and be confounded.\par
\tab\ldblquote Are you going to do any of the boys?\rdblquote\par
\tab What was she saying!?\par
\tab\ldblquote What do you do when they come up here?\rdblquote\par
\tab The question was a little alarming on several fronts\emdash was she setting him up?  Was she wired?  Working for the principal or some law enforcing agency?  Or just curious?  \par
\tab\ldblquote Well, uh, uhm, well\emdash uhm, well what do you think goes on?\rdblquote\par
\page\tab Ruthie cocked her head, continued smiling, then shrugged.\par
\tab\ldblquote Take their pants down?\rdblquote\par
\tab It was a question that still could be loaded, tainted, fixed.\par
\tab Then,\par
\tab\ldblquote I can do that\emdash on my own.\rdblquote\par
\tab Mr. Hammond had no choice but to blink his eyes excessively.  What was this child saying!?\par
\tab Then,\par
\tab\ldblquote I know what that is.\rdblquote\par
\tab Once more the nine year old had caught Mr. Hammond off guard.  Then he looked to where the bright little girl\rquote s eyes were locked on; his crotch and specifically his boner.  He hadn\rquote t been aware that he had a boner growing nor that it was prominent enough to be noticed.\par
\tab Mr. H was in a fix.\par
\tab\ldblquote Y-you know \lquote what that is\rquote ?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Yep,\rdblquote  she said matter-of-factly, \ldblquote I\rquote ve got three brothers.\rdblquote\par
\tab Mr. Hammond nodded.  \ldblquote And you see them all the time, their uhm\emdash their--\rdblquote  \par
\tab\ldblquote Boners.\rdblquote\par
\tab Mr. Hammond nearly lost it right then and there.  She had said it.  Boner.  She implied that she had seen her brothers\rquote  with boners, erections, hard-ons.  It caused Mr. H to blink his eyes again excessively.\par
\tab\ldblquote A-an-and you don\rquote t mind?\rdblquote  he asked curiously.\par
\tab Ruthie smiled shaking her head, \ldblquote No.\rdblquote\par
\tab Whether on his own or subconscious act or other, Mr. Hammond placed his hand to his boner\emdash not to conceal it but to gouge the heel of his hand to it in hopes of settling it some.  Of course, it only was made worse.\par
\tab Of course, it was only made worse when Ruthie posed\emdash\par
\tab\ldblquote So do you want to do me?\rdblquote\par
\tab Mr. Hammond stared at her, \ldblquote D-do you?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Uh-huh, whatever you do to the others who come up here.\rdblquote\par
\tab Mr. Hammond began to sweat\emdash but his cock pulsed.\par
\tab Then,\par
\tab Ruthie undone her pants and pushed them done.\par
\tab She did!\par
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\tab Mr. Hammond stared\emdash there was nothing else he could do.  He blinked his eyes and struggled to breath.  The struggle to comprehend what was happening was long gone.  Ruthie wasn\rquote t the cutest girl in the class, but she was cute\emdash\lquote specially clad in her lavender panties\'85\par
\page\tab Ruthie took a turn at being embarrassed, blushing a little she chewed on her lower lip becoming acutely bashful.  Ted Hammond relaxed himself a bit and put his hand to Ruthie\rquote s shoulder\emdash then let it slid down her backside coming to rest on her butt.  His cock surged and began to pulse.  A little moan escaped followed by a deep seeded yearning\'85\par
\tab Ruthie pushed her panties down.\par
\tab Ted had no choice, he began smoothing his hand over the girl\rquote s bared ass; fingers sneaking into the crack.  Ruthie giggled and blushed, her nipples perked up and she felt compelled to \ldblquote lay down\rdblquote  across the man\rquote s lap.  When she did she \ldblquote disappeared\rdblquote  from classroom view.  She knew then what had happened to the others.  \par
\tab Mr. Hammond rubbed his hands all over Ruthie\rquote s bare ass, a light smack, a squeeze, and then a peek at her goodie box and he was well on his way to committing sinful deeds and illicit acts.  His cock throbbed demanding attention.  Ruthie wriggled, rubbed her own ass and pried her cheeks open\emdash on her own!\par
\tab Who WAS this girl!?\par
\tab\ldblquote Can I see it?\rdblquote  she asked rolling up a bit with her shoulders/back against the rim of the great oak desk.\par
\tab Hammond couldn\rquote t figure the girl\emdash it was beyond a \ldblquote set-up\rdblquote  now, surely no law enforcing agency would allow the girl-spy to go as far as she had.  He had never heard of any girl being so willing.  And to think of the money he had spent on the EMAD!\par
\tab With trembling fingers he worked the zipper on his brown slacks; Ruthie helped.  And it was Ruthie who went fishing for his prong, pulling it out from his underwear\emdash and marveling at the worm she pulled out.\par
\tab\ldblquote Whoa baby!\rdblquote  she exclaimed.\par
\tab Ruthie\rquote s fingers gripped the \ldblquote worm\rdblquote  tightly\emdash\ldblquote it\rquote s way bigger than my brothers.\rdblquote  she announced.  That was nice t know\emdash really nice to know.\par
\tab\ldblquote D-do you play with them\emdash theirs?\rdblquote\par
\tab Ruthie blushed; her dazzling eyes twinkled and she nodded Yes.   She then began to \ldblquote play\rdblquote  with his; squeezing the tube steak she worked it up and down seemingly inordinately fascinated with his man stick.  Hammond watched her face, her expressions of awe were incredible; her handiwork on his stick were double incredible.  And she was doing it on her own!\par
\tab Then he stole a moment to check out her goodie box; it looked a little swollen and not quite virginal as it should be.  This only caused the man to squirt a little love juice.  Ruthie giggled and leaned in\emdash lapping up the pre-cum soiling the piss slit.\par
\tab Mr. Hammond would never be the same\'85\par
\page\tab To say the least, he just wouldn\rquote t be the same\emdash after the blowjob from nine year old Ruthie Damden he just wouldn\rquote t be the same.  The most he could get the other girls to do was to come up to his desk, undo their pants and push their clothing down, then lay across his lap.  It was the limit of their abilities to cope with as he feared tempting fate having them \ldblquote perform\rdblquote  more.\par
\tab But Ruthie was willing.  WILLING!  It was phenomenal and extraordinary!  And well received after the initial shock wore off.  The girl knew what to do, too; gripping his stick and slobbering all over\emdash going down with the rolling of her tongue all about the fluted end; diddling the piss slit, and not even minding sucking on the hairy nut sac!\par
\tab Afterwards she stepped out of her clothes and sat on his lap.  Ted was in heaven\emdash holding the near nude girl, squeezing her bare ass, his cum shooting cock up against her body\emdash it was heaven!\par
\tab\ldblquote Do you want to fuck me?\rdblquote  she asked.\par
\tab Does a bear shit on the rooster\rquote s roof when he lays an egg in the woods?  Is the Pope probably Catholic?  Does a hobby horse have a wooden dick?  Well, does it?  Go look, I\rquote ll wait\'85\par
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\tab It was joy unspeakable as Ted Hammond\rquote s manly manhood eased up into Ruthie Damden\rquote s cunt.  He shivered\emdash all over as jillions of sexual nerve endings were suddenly ignited into an eruptuous fire unkindled.  Holding the girl tightly to himself he moved her up and down his adequate shaft, his hands clamped tightly to her young delicate ass.\par
\tab It was a dream cum true.  Literally.\par
\tab Mere moments after Ruthie slid her sex down onto his staff and he was cumming.  He felt squirts of his love juice shooting with greatness into the young girl\rquote s poon.  There was a shudder all over, his toes curled inside his $80 shoes; his balls cinched up and with his grip on the young student\rquote s ass he power fucked the remaining umph.\par
\tab There was the necessary rest period afterwards.  Ruthie lay against him, her young cunny clenching some and he felt the stickiness of his illicit unionship with Ruthie soiling his balls and pooling \lquote neath his ass.  He didn\rquote t care\emdash he had just had sex with a nine year old!\par
\tab Geri Hass was a pretty girl with long straight blond hair; her Daddy owned one of the finest furniture stores in town; Beth Kollman\rquote s Daddy owned a car lot;  Vicki Hesterson had a Mexican Mom; Lauren Twees was a gossip spreader\emdash along with a fair amount of bullshit spreader, too;  Karen Blackman was very pretty and Ruthie deduced she didn\rquote t have a good homelife atmosphere.  Stephanie Cymbalst was the cutest girl in the class.\par
\page\tab Geri Hass was in a dress; a short yellow thing with proper underclothes.  Teacher Hammond had merely lain her (and the other girls) across his lap and explored their young arses\emdash panties down of course.  There were ten girls in the class, eight boys.  Once more he got Geri\rquote s panties down; standing her up at her desk with Ruthie holding the girl\rquote s dress up he lowered the girl\rquote s undies himself.  His mind was still wrecked with emotions as he tried to grasp what was happening to him.\par
\tab He couldn\rquote t grasp and time was getting away\emdash on his knees he gave Geri\rquote s hairless cunny a nice long look.  The desire to fuck her brains out somewhat like he had done to Ruthie was great with him and increasing.  All over the girl\rquote s ass he rubbed his hands; squeezing her flesh and lusting heavily.\par
\tab Lauren Twees got her turn nextly; she wore pants and had on orange panties.  She also had a little peach fuzz on her pussy\emdash it was a nice pussy and not all that virginal.  There was no time to fully finger it out, though\emdash the End of Class Bell was about to ring out.\par
\tab\ldblquote We\rquote ll have to do this again.\rdblquote  Ruthie told him.\par
\tab That was a safe bet.\par
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\pard\qc *\par
\pard in the beginning\par
\tab In the beginning there was Sally Jane McGregor.  Lorieanne Movan,  Tammy Hewly, Stephanie Vartmon, too.  All four girls were special, not one of them stood out above the other\emdash they were equal.  Sally Jane was the youngest at fifteen, a freshman at Longview High.  Lorieanne and Stephanie were sixteen; Tammy was another at fifteen (but almost sixteen.)\par
\tab Rain Frisco was sixteen\emdash and had a car.\par
\tab Having a car was everything\emdash mobility, prestige (if you had the right car) and some popularity (for those who didn\rquote t have a car).  One day he saw Sally Jane standing out in front of the school.  The last school bus and last car had rolled away leaving only a few stragglers.  The day was warm as it was nearing the end of school and the beginning of Summer vacation.\par
\tab Rain hung back waiting, biding his time.  He was nervous and had a right to be.  He waited just inside the school foyer, eyes locked onto the freshman girl\rquote s ass.  She was a short gal, super kinky reddish brown hair, incredible sea green eyes, and damn fine breasts.  Damn fine.\par
\tab She was \ldblquote cheery\rdblquote , friendly, and in one of his classes, an English class called Forensic Speaking, Public Speaking, Dramatic and Humorous Readings.  Rain only chose the class for the points.\par
\page\tab When it was ten minutes to the hour of four\emdash\par
\tab\ldblquote Hi!\rdblquote  then, \ldblquote Need a ride?\rdblquote\par
\tab Normally, girls didn\rquote t take rides from anyone but family members.  But surely a school friend was ok?  Surely.  Sally was gleeful about the ride offer, it seemed that someone who was supposed to come for her was late or had simply forgotten.  She didn\rquote t live far from the school but it was a good walk and Sally didn\rquote t like to walk.\par
\tab Rain\rquote s car was a late model Chevy model, red with black stripes and lots of chrome.  It was, however, a car in the making.  It needed \ldblquote parts\rdblquote , wheels, seat belts.  Rain had no idea where Sally lived.  She gave him directions and knew where she lived and chose his own route to get there.  There was a park along the way, Rain took the side route and along the way\'85\par
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flashback\par
\tab\ldblquote What is it?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Not sure what to call it, but they\rquote re talking about them on the news and so I decided to make one.\rdblquote\par
\tab Kim Po had an electronical mind\emdash not literally.  He excelled in Math, Science, and anything regarding Electronics.  And he was only fourteen.  He was in high school at the 10\super th\nosupersub  grade level.  He sucked at History and English and was not too keen on sports.  Electronics was his game.\par
\tab Rain Frisco and Kim Po were friends, though; Rain liked electronics, too, but sometimes it foiled him and he didn\rquote t get it.  Luckily, Kim was there to help out and friendship bloomed.\par
\tab Over the course of the next few months Kim poured himself into his personal project\emdash the creation of an EMAD.  At the time, it was just the beginning of the EMAD invasion.  In the years to come the EMAD influx would be regarded as an untamed disease, a plague on Biblical proportions.\par
\tab Two EMAD devices were created.  The first was a prototype and it was given to Rain.  The second Kim kept himself.  Shortly there after, Kim \ldblquote disappeared.\rdblquote   Rain had no idea and never heard from him again.\par
\tab For over a month thereafter Rain did nothing with the prototype\emdash mainly \lquote cause he didn\rquote t know what to do with it.  There was a basic understanding of its use and potentiality but not much else.  It would take the Summer and most of the Fall before Rain got that understanding.\par
\tab Kathy DeWhitell was his first Target of Opportunity.  In the school library the shy unpopular girl roamed the book aisles alone.  Rain knew her, she was in his graduating class; she wasn\rquote t bad in the \ldblquote looks\rdblquote  department; nice pleasing titties, nice ass, sweet smile.\par
\page\tab For all intensive purposes\emdash it was a test.  Simply a test \lquote cause Rain hadn\rquote t used the mind altering device and wasn\rquote t sure of what it would do although he was relatively sure for some certainty of what it COULD do.  It was also the time before EMAD detectors/preventors had come to light so taking the likes of sixteen year old Katey off-guard was easy.\par
\tab Katey DeWhitell was generally known as to be shy, an introvert, and kept to herself.  So it was a little difficult to know if the girl was under the power of the EMAD or just being herself.  After some determination\emdash waving his hand in front of her face; getting up close to her invading her space; brushing his body against her, finally convinced him she was not herself.\par
\tab So what to do?\par
\tab It took a little thinking\emdash his first deed was to simply grope her breasts.  Then, pressing his body up to her from behind her\emdash he slipped his hand down inside her turquoise pants and got busy with the fingering.  Katey did nothing in reaction.  \par
\tab His fingers got a good workout on the girl\rquote s poon but what he wanted to do was kinda risky in an open public place like the school library\emdash but there wasn\rquote t anyone IN the library or in the area where it was dark and gloomy.\par
\tab So down came her pants.\par
\tab Down came her panties.\par
\tab Rain Frisco sat on his knees staring at Katey\rquote s butt.  He moaned, groaned, and was nearly creaming his jeans.  Somehow he managed to hold off soiling his underwear.  His mind went into overload as he took in Katey\rquote s ass.  Bare naked flesh\emdash it was right there in front of him.  Not in a health book, not on some dopey classroom projector, not on tv or some glossy soon-to-be-cum stained skin magazine.\par
\tab Slowly he repositioned himself so as to get a gawk at her pussy.\par
\tab It was furry, dark hair, and right there in front of him.\par
\tab Then, just as he was about to do something\emdash voices.\par
\tab Panic and fear overwhelmed him and he quickly pulled up the girl\rquote s clothes then fled.  At the end of the book aisle he \ldblquote released\rdblquote  and never bothered her again.\par
\tab Then there was Tillie Masterosi, Megan Fillton, Bonnie Bunn, and Kimberly Brommond.  Each girl he managed to grope her titties, free said titties for more personal groping; get their pants and panties down, and finger fuck their teenage twats.  There was some power kissing, ass fondling, but always\emdash always there was an interruption.  \par
\tab There, too, was fluctuations in the EMAD and fluctuations in the girls\rquote  eyes indicating their awareness level was soon to be.  And that wouldn\rquote t be good.  All his actions had taken place on school ground, behind some building.  He needed privacy or something similar.\par
\tab Mind control.  What a concept!  Some possessors of EMADs were using them for other purposes\emdash like infiltrating a bank vault, making away with scads of money from casinos, and having their way in life as they saw fit.  A new day was emerging with the EMADs becoming a bane to society and a scourge to the world.\par
\tab In the meantime, Rain went on trying to get freaky with some girl or another.  And it took a while to do\emdash like months.  Donna Gilvicko was the girl of whom Rain finally scored.  They were at a basketball game at their school and they were friends\emdash so it was not uncommon to speak to one another.  During that speaking, Rain slyly operated his EMAD on her and when she was under the influence of said EMAD he whisked her away into the darkness behind the school\rquote s theatre building.\par
\tab There he got freaky.  He undressed Donna completely, loved on her, fondled, groped and finally poked.  She wasn\rquote t a virgin but Rain didn\rquote t care; he didn\rquote t get laid on a regular basis so it was a boon for him.  He didn\rquote t take much time in fooling around pre-fooling with Donna, he was in a hurry and wanted to finally score with some chick who was under his control.\par
\tab He took his time with Penny Gomez, though\emdash she was \ldblquote acquired\rdblquote  the following day behind the handball courts and an outbuilding.  There in the coverage of huge bushes he \ldblquote took his time.\rdblquote   It was Saturday, there were some sports activities on school grounds bringing students back on a non-school day.  \par
\tab Behind the weight room shielded by the huge bushes on three sides, Rain slowly took his time undressing his captive.  Penny was an actress at a local public broadcasting station and had cock pleasing looks.  She was very friendly, good sized titties, and kinda big but not big-big.  Completely naked and she was fantastic.  Everyone had a different body shape and Penny\rquote s shape was ok\emdash\lquote specially naked.\par
\tab She was a virgin.  Was.  Rain finally got to engage in a little cunnilingus, finger exploration, grope her more than adequate breasts for a girl her age, and then love on her.  The girl\rquote s poon was a little musty and slight \ldblquote wet\rdblquote  from a recent pee.  It turned Rain on.  Holding her legs open wide he delved into the girl\rquote s virgin poon with a reverence.  There was significant moaning and groaning as he noshed at the \ldblquote Y\rdblquote ; his moanings and groanings.  \par
\page\tab Making love to Penny was utterly fantastic.  He had busted some virgin poons prior and those had been good times, but with Penny it was even better.  And luckily, too, there was only a thin membrane guarding her virginity status, Rain drove passed that little nuisance and got busy with the humping while suckling on her breasts\emdash one at a time.\par
\tab Rain\rquote s cock surged as it fully engorged; he slid effortlessly into her gash and began to bash\emdash stepping up his efforts as \ldblquote good feeling\rdblquote  from his efforts began to escalate.  He had fucked a few girls in his time\emdash but Penny was different.  It was to note that it WOULD be better if she were \ldblquote aware\rdblquote  of her getting fucked\'85\par
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\tab The thing with the prototype was that it didn\rquote t have lasting powers.  Rain\rquote s knowledge on the operation of Kim\rquote s EMAD was a little lacking.  Rain\rquote s electronic prowess was a little dim and lacked sufficient energy to grasp hold.  When the EMAD began to get to the point where it would not function as desired\emdash it would get warm and begin to hum.  Minutes later and the light indicators on the face of the minding device would begin to flicker\emdash minutes later and those lights would go out and the EMAD was \ldblquote off-line.\rdblquote\par
\tab Other than having a pick or two (or three) with school mates, Rain Frisco also annoyed his neighbors\emdash specifically the young neighbors.  One incident was while at a neighbor\rquote s backyard barbeque, Rain took note of Amy Tarunda.  She was cute, obnoxious sometimes, sneaky, uppity, and eight years old.\par
\tab Rain\rquote s family was at the barbeque as were several other families.  Lots of children were about\emdash Rain noted each one but as most of the children were boys he wasn\rquote t interested.  Sighting on Amy he followed her antics; she was one who needed a spanking\emdash she was a little spoiled and a lot rude.  She interrupted everyone and ran amok being a general pest.\par
\tab Since no one was stopping here, including her parents who thought she was cute and could do no wrong, Rain decided to take matters into his own hands.  And he did.  It wasn\rquote t known if the mind altering device would work on a young person\emdash that part hadn\rquote t been addressed yet.  How young, how old?  What were the limits or exceptions of Kim\rquote s device?  \par
\tab Little Amy was nailed\emdash er, acquired electronically.  Now, where to take her?  Rain guided the little pest to the side of the house.  There they were out of sight due to the shape of the house and the many bushes and a gate.  It took time to navigate the girl\emdash programming her to \ldblquote walk, turn right, go straight,\rdblquote  and so on.  Pre-programmed words and statements in the Device.\par
\page\tab Once Amy was there, Rain simply went around the house and came to the girl from the front.  On his knees he patted the girl\rquote s butt and realized the potentiality\emdash he could out and out kidnap her, take her off somewhere and seriously have his way with her.  It was a beginning.\par
\tab He didn\rquote t \ldblquote take her off\rdblquote  and have his way with her; he pulled her yellow knit pants down and matching yellow panties.  Then it was all about fingering her out, squeezing her flesh and lusting to the extreme with her.  Pushing her to her knees he \ldblquote whipped it out\rdblquote  and jerked off onto her sweet face.  His cock meat went all over her face then and the desire to fuck the ever livin\rquote  lovin\rquote  shit out of her raged high.\par
\tab But he didn\rquote t.\par
\tab After squirting his love juices all over her face and into her mouth; Amy was laid out on the ground and her pants taken down.  Rain laid beside her and began an earnest bout of fingering her very virgin pussy.  His lust raged and swelled higher and higher prompting him to take her pants and panties off, open her legs and position himself between her legs laying his tool against her sex.\par
\tab He humped.  There beside his neighbor\rquote s house hidden from view he very nearly made vaginal penetration.  His cock stiffened more and more with juts of cream spewing out squirting up the little girl\rquote s body.  Rain was close\emdash very close to making entry.\par
\tab When the minding device began to flicker its lights it was time to nip his shenanigans and return the misbehaving child to the fold.  He still, though, wanted to do her\emdash and do her hard!\par
\tab That would have to wait, though\emdash months, in fact.  The EMAD in his possession just wouldn\rquote t work right and Rain had to disassemble the unit to see if there was something he could do.  He wound up taking a course in electronics and pouring himself into what he could learn from the street, library, and news regarding electronic mind altering devices.\par
\tab At length Kim\rquote s EMAD was functioning.  Time to put it back to work.  Amy Tarunda wasn\rquote t first to try out the new and improved minding device, nor was any of the bitches from his school.  It was the super fine cheerleader bitch Jayleen Cartwright.  She was from another high school and worked part time at a bookstore Rain frequented.  He had longed to sink his bone into her.\par
\page Rory Mulligan\rquote s Books at 8\super th\nosupersub  & Gimway Way\par
\tab Doralee Standish was there at the counter, so was Heather Brighton and Vicki Bonelad.  The three girls were clad in their Westdale High School cheerleader outfits\emdash red and white pleated skirts\emdash very trim bodies, blonde, brunette, red head, and strawberry blond.  Jayleen Cartwright had lovely brown hair with an exceptional trim body.  Jayleen was behind the green waist high counter running the cash register and being bored.  (she\rquote d rather be somewhere else instead of stuck in the store until 9PM\emdash closing time.\par
\tab It was already dark out, slightly warm, and activities all over the lame town was going on and she was missing it.  She was damn cute and Rain definitely figured she was getting screwed on a regular basis.  That went for her friends, too.  \par
\tab Rain perused the fantasy section of books, then casually made way to the information books slowly inching himself out of direct line o\rquote  sight from Jayleen and her friends as well as the security mirrors and camera.  Four girls.  Could the \ldblquote new\rdblquote  and \ldblquote improved\rdblquote  EMAD do the job?  Could all four bitches soon be laying out naked on the floor getting hammered?\par
\tab Rain kinda doubted it\emdash but still it was worth a try.\par
\tab Heather Brighton was the only freshman girl, Vicki Bonner the junior.  Doralee and Jayleen were the sophomore girls and every one of them were HOT!  They smelled good, too.\par
\tab Rain made his way around the magazines and then the table of kid\rquote s book making way to the side of the store where he had direct line of contact to the bevy of bitches at the front.  It was 8:20 in the evening type time and not likely would there be anyone traipsing in\emdash the town was lame with only a few outlets for its residents\emdash book reading wasn\rquote t one of them.\par
\tab There was a little nervousness on Rain\rquote s part\emdash four bitches to overwhelm was a big thing\emdash normally he was successful with one but he hadn\rquote t tested the EMAD for more than that.  Doralee stood with her back to him; Heather and Vicki were at the racks of mini books and other counter crap aimed at compulsive customers.\par
\tab Rain held his Device and waited.  At 8:27 he activated the unit and sent aloft his hopes to satiate his desires.  The girls had been doing their favorite activity\emdash yapping.  Then suddenly they weren\rquote t.  Rain waited.\par
\tab There was no movement and much more\emdash no yapping.  He moved up to mid way along the book aisle.  He saw four girls completely still\emdash and quiet.  For sure, something had happened to them.  For sure.\par
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\tab Knowing that an interruption was just around the corner, Rain quickified his doings.  Jayleen was the primary target but Doralee was closet.  Once determining once and for all that the girls were non-functioning, Rain pulled Doralee down the aisle that had a huge book bin to conceal his misbehavior.\par
\tab Lifting the pleated skirt got him the fullness of the girl\rquote s underclothing; cheerleader panties.  Sure he got to see them when the girls flipped their legs and tumbled during games; but this was Up Close and Personal!  He liked\emdash a lot!\par
\tab Red panties.  Full brief, soft, with an accompanying camel toe.  Nice\emdash real nice.  Rain was drooling\emdash and near cumming.  Down came the skirt and then down came the panties.  He lusted as he lingered a long mind filling look at the girl\rquote s pussy.  He wasn\rquote t an expert at determining the status of a girl\rquote s pussy.  He took time to gently lay her down on the carpeted floor, pulled her panties off, worked up her shirt and bra then positioned himself on her.\par
\tab It was fantastic\emdash fucking fantastic.  With his pants pushed down hurriedly he got with the business that was sex.  The head of his cock was already glistening with pre-cum paving the way for it to make it easier to make entry.  Too late did he realize that he hadn\rquote t take time out to munch on the girl\rquote s cunt; he had just admired it and lusted.  Then the next thing he knew he was fucking it.\par
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\tab As good as Doralee was, Heather was better.  Heather had on her OWN panties.  They were red, cotton, and non-cheerleading type.  Rain\rquote s cock barely had had time off from blasting off in Doralee, with the discovery of Heather\rquote s regular panties\emdash Rain was ready again.\par
\tab After getting her completely naked he took a moment to lust over her fine\emdash very dine nude body.  She was fifteen and had a damn fine body.  There was a lot to look at and file away to memory, her teenage breasts were pretty intoxicating\emdash as was her sweet super fine pussy.  Rain diddled the pussy with his fingers, massaging the mound before inserting his throbbing cock.\tab  It was a quarter to the hour of nine and surely he was home free.\par
\tab Only after he had emptied his nuts for the second time did he realize that, \lquote Shit!  Forgot to eat her out!\rquote\par
\tab He made up for it with Vicki Bonner\emdash his cock was shagged out and he needed the time off.  Munching seventeen year old cunt was bombastically wow.  It was musty and that only intoxicated him more.\par
\page\tab Happily (very) was Rain munching twat when he heard a door slam, a car door\emdash close by.  Like out at the curb.\par
\tab\lquote Shit-double shit, shit fucking shit!\rquote  Rain darted up to where he could see and to his horror there was a tall woman with a fur wrap coming up the steps to the store\rquote s door\emdash in company with two wee children.  Rain\rquote s heart raced\emdash he hadn\rquote t a back-up plan which is necessary in all case resembling this situation.  \par
 \tab He had no idea where the backdoor was; he was naked, three teenage girls were naked, and cum was dripping from his naughty-oh so naughty cock.  The socialite woman and the two wee ones came into the store; the bell above the door signaled their presence.  The woman nodded to the still unmoving zombiefied Jayleen, the two wee ones zoomed to the children\rquote s books section.  Somehow, Rain pushed Doralee, Heather, and Vicki into the science fiction/fantasy aisle where he was relatively sure for some certainty that the socialite woman wouldn\rquote t venture.  Then he carefully slipped on his pants and shirt.\par
\tab Just in time, too, as the wee boy suddenly raced around the end aisle carrying a book.  He was well dressed with slacks, dress shoes, dress shirt, and vest.  His hair was combed perfectly and he was all of about six years young.\par
\tab His sister came up plowing into him causing the boy to lurch suddenly forward\emdash luckily, Rain was there to catch him.  He locked eyes with the little girl and his cock that was previously shagged out suddenly sparked back to life.  What ho!\par
\tab The Socialite made her appearance\emdash she was a little frightening and chastised the children.  It was the last thing she would remember (for that moment in time).  Rain knew he was pressing his luck\emdash four cheerleaders, the Social bitch and her two children.  \par
\tab For almost a minute he remained sitting on his knees contemplating his next move.  The Socialite woman wasn\rquote t too bad looking and was the mother of Alex and Amber\emdash the two children.  So from that standpoint she had been laid at least twice.  That meant she was a decent fuck or the one who had fucked her was desperate.\par
\tab Rain\rquote s attention went to Amber.  She was no more than seven, very pretty\emdash long straight blond hair, and as sweet as pie.  Rain\rquote s cock surged and he thought\emdash\lquote just a look.\rquote   The little girl wore a pretty little dress and up under it Rain did slip his hand.  Not a reaction one was noted from the frozen still little thing; Rain smiled to her with torrid thoughts increasing\'85\par
\page\tab At ten to the hour Rain had little Amber out on the green-yellow carpet, dress up and panties down.  A sweet little virgin hairless pussy greeted him.  He smiled and lusted; then went down on the pussy to give it a nice licking.  It wasn\rquote t musty like Doralee and Heather\rquote s was, it was soft, slick, and pleasing to his tongue.  His eyes took in every nuance of the girl\rquote s poon\emdash neighbor Amy Tarunda filling his mind.\par
\tab After much ado about licking he moved up, moving his pants down, and resting his thundering schlong to the girl\rquote s innocent cunt.  There was, of course, no way he could make penetration.  Oh, there was a way, if he didn\rquote t mind the pain and discomfort or horror of it all.  Settling for humping on the girl\rquote s poon was just as good as penetrating it.\par
\tab At five after the hour he went to the front door\emdash locked it, turned the sign, and killed the front porch lights and some of the interior lights, too.  Then he took Jayleen and right there behind the counter she stood out stripped her young teen body down and began a serious attentive romp.\par
\tab Five seconds after sinking his pud into her non-virgin cunt and did the phone ring.  That was distracting and he so noted Jayleen\rquote s eyes beginning to blink.\par
\tab\lquote Shit!  Piss!  Fuck!  Godmother-fucker, shit!\rquote  he cursed.  Jayleen was starting to come around\emdash and his EMAD was not with him.  The phone rang and rang and rang.  Rain slid his dick into Jayleen\rquote s pussy and tried not to be distracted but the phone was a major distraction and Jayleen\rquote s \ldblquote awareness\rdblquote  was frightening.\par
\tab Suddenly the phone stopped ringing.  Jayleen seemed to calm down but he could see that she was sweating; her heart was beating faster, and her pussy had sufficiently \ldblquote moistened.\rdblquote   Rain finished up somewhat more hurriedly his task of getting off and it was fantastic!  His cock was in some agony but he endured it to the end.  Jayleen wasn\rquote t a virgin but that was ok, her pussy was still snug enough to satisfy his meat stick and did so for five minutes.\par
\tab It was intense, the sweat just rolled off of his body\emdash mingling with Jayleen\rquote s.  His balls slapped hard against the girl\rquote s body; her nipples grinded against his chest; their lust soiled the sullen still air.\par
\tab The phone began ringing again just as he was cumming.  It was fifteen after the hour.  Fear swelled up in him as much as his cock was swelling inside Jayleen.  One jut, two juts, three juts, FOUR! And he was done.  His cock spewed great quantities of love juice DEEP into Jayleen\rquote s poon.  The lust level was still incredible high\emdash down onto the girl\rquote s mouth he went smothering her with his own while his hips continued to thrust.\par
\page\tab The desire to have little Amber alone for a while was high with him.  In a basement somewhere; out in the desert; taking time to break in her pussy so as he could get off in it.  That went for her sweet mouth and asshole, too.  \par
\tab After dressing everyone and returning them to their proper state of being, he left.  He was ill\emdash very-very tired out with a tremendous headache and swelled schlong that wouldn\rquote t quit.  There was some disorientation and a vile bile that soiled his throat and made him quite ill on his way home.\par
\tab Once home it was straight to the bathroom for a long hot shower.  His Dad was out of town on business, his Mom working at her at-home travel agency thing.  \ldblquote Supper\rquote s on the table!\rdblquote  she yelled from her office.  \ldblquote OK!\rdblquote  Rain said giving her the feedback of his existence and acknowledgement.\par
\tab The long hot shower helped his ills but he would have preferred to have had more time with Jayleen.  Doralee, Heather, and Vicki, too.  And for the hell of it, he would have likened to have fucked the Socialite!  And her daughter\emdash for sure he would have liked to have jerked off onto her sweet face, cum in her mouth, and then coat her chest and pussy.  Oh!\par
\tab After the shower he didn\rquote t bother with dressing he merely flopped onto his bed and lay out\emdash thinking.  Another visit to the bookstore was in the make.  He hoped Jayleen\rquote s girlfriends would be there\emdash if not, then so be it and he would nail Jayleen all to himself.\par
\tab The thoughts of the girls, and others, filled him and kept his cock hard.  It ached\emdash oh how it ached.  With his eyes closed he thought of Jayleen\emdash and Amy.  There, too, was a couple of female teachers he\rquote d like to sink his tube steak into; then every other girl he knew and didn\rquote t know but would like to.  With an EMAD\emdash all things were possible.\par
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\tab What time it was he didn\rquote t know, it was dark and he was too tired to even turn his head to see his digital clock on the nightstand.  The a/c was on blowing cool air across his body.  Surprisingly, his cock was still swelled but not as aching as it had been.  Jayleen and Amy filled his thoughts; he was strangely on a hillside of wildflowers\emdash bright sunny day, naked in the company of Jayleen, Amy, and Amber.  While Amy and Amber frolicked about nakedly, Rain fucked Jayleen.  It was a picnic of sorts and the scene was sublime.\par
\tab Suddenly Rain though not aware of time was aware of something else.  His fingers were about his johnson still manipulating the sensitive organ.  Something was up\emdash he was quite sure what but something.  He waited.  Listened.  Pinched off a fart, then continued massaging his prick.\par
\page\tab Then, his nose picked up the scent of roses\emdash a special kind of roses that was only associated with his Mom\rquote s perfume.  It was a special unique blend of roses, tulips, and wildflowers.  His Mom\rquote s perfume.  Usually, though, he couldn\rquote t smell it unless she was close by.\par
\tab His neck was sore; staring straight up letting his eyes accustom to the darkness he waited until he could count the exposed rafters.  When he could he let his eyes travel down to the wall, his trophies of excellence on the wall, then right to his desk, stereo, and bedroom door.\par
\tab The door was open askew.\par
\tab There was somewhere there!\par
\tab Having no siblings and his Dad out of town, it could only be one of two peoples\emdash a burglar or his Mom!  Quickly, though, did he nix the burglar \lquote cause since when did burglars wear Rose Petal Purfume?\par
\tab His Mom was spying on him!\par
\tab His MOM was SPYING\emdash on him!\par
\tab Wow.\par
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\tab The need to pee woke him up at the early hour of 4:30.  his cock ached\emdash and as he stood pissing into the toilet he thought of the bookstore incident and wished oh how he wished there had been more time.  More time to sufficiently enjoy Jayleen and the others, including the extras, Amber and her Mother.  \par
\tab He was only halfway along with his pissing when his cock began to stir.  Stroking his pissing member felt good; he rubbed his ass and thought of stuffing himself into little Amber that quickly segued to Amy Tarunda.  He knew that they were too young for penetration\emdash but surely he could rub in them, hump on them, cum on them.  Surely.\par
\tab Making back to his room he heard unfamiliar sounds causing him to pause in the hall.  The \ldblquote sounds\rdblquote  were from his parents\rquote  room.  Standing still mindlessly masturbating he listened\emdash then drew near to his parents\rquote  room and heard unfamiliar sounds but then again\emdash they WERE familiar.  The sounds of sex\emdash or sex acts in progress.\par
\tab Peeking into the darkened room he saw on the bed his Mom; she was alone.  The light from her bedside clock and natural light from Mother Nature outside her windows gave way to Rain that his Mom was \ldblquote gettin\rquote  after it.\rdblquote   She was masturbating!\par
\tab It totally blew Rain\rquote s mind; he never thought of his Mom in such a way, he never thought of her in a sexual manner\emdash not even being in possession of the EMAD.  She was his MOM!  Sure she was pretty and he had seen glimpses of her partially clothed\emdash but she was his MOTHER!\par
\page\tab Rain flung himself to the hall wall and \ldblquote got after\rdblquote  it himself.  Who was he masturbating to?  Jayleen?  Amber?  Amy?  Ms. Fritch?  Aunt Belina?  That girl at the store?  His Mom?\par
\tab His Mom.\par
\tab Rain\rquote s cock surged to a serious hardness and he found himself near out of control in the whacking business.  It wasn\rquote t Jayleen, Heather, Amber, Ms. Fritch who filled his mind\emdash but his Mom.  His MOM!  Oh, how could he!  There was no understanding it, no comprehending.  His fingers tightened about his fuck meat and hammered all the harder.\par
\tab When his hand grew tired and before \ldblquote switching\rdblquote  he peeked again.\par
\tab This time his eyes had accustomed to the lack of sufficient light and he could see his Mom a little better.  She was completely nude, completely and she lay contorting on her bed, thrashing about\emdash arching her back, moaning and groaning as she frigged herself.  Rain dropped to his knees and moved in\'85\par
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\tab What would his Mom do if she caught him\emdash inside her room while she masturbated.  Not too mention the fact that he himself was naked (with a raging hard-on?)  On his knees he crept in just a little ways to get a better view.  It was insane\emdash his heart raced as he crept along; he had snuck into his parents\rquote  room when he was a kid; surprising them with his antics, presents, or just because.  This was different\emdash he wasn\rquote t a kid.\par
\tab Peeking up over the foot of his Mom\rquote s bed\emdash there she was with her fingers massaging her Mommy cunt.  It was incredible, his first Up Close and Personal viewing of his Mom\rquote s cunt.  His Mom\rquote s cunt!  Wow and double brain freeze wow.  \par
\tab There was a slight \ldblquote odor\rdblquote  in the air, not offense\emdash it was sex.  How Rain kept from leaping up from the floor and \ldblquote mounting\rdblquote  his Mom he didn\rquote t know.  Mostly he was intrigued by watching her masturbating action.  He knew that girls did such a thing but he had never actually seen a girl (let alone his Mom) do it.\par
\tab But wait!  There\rquote s more!\par
\tab As she wriggled on her bed he saw something strange.\par
\tab Blinking his eyes he narrowed and brought his head right up to the edge of the foot of the bed.  What was IN her asshole?  He was confused\emdash he knew girls who were on the \ldblquote periods\rdblquote  had little strings dangling from their pussies\emdash but what would they put up their ass?  And why?\par
\tab Then his Mom, flung her hand out and grabbed something from her nightstand.  Rain narrowly missed being seen.  He held his breath with his hand still vehemently gripping his fully engorged cock.  \par
\page\tab When it was deemed safe again he peeked.  He was more confused than ever; there was something in his Mom\rquote s pussy now.  It was long, cylindrical, and it was a candle.  A candle shaped like a penis!  Rain was baffled.  This was beyond his knowledge-he knew girls were weird but geeze!\par
 \tab Watching his Mom massage her pussy and then work the candlestick-dildo in and about her cunt not only was mind boggling but sexually stimulating!  Hard pressed was Rain to keep his mouth shut; his Mom, Gloria, worked the dildo\emdash worked the dildo\emdash worked the dildo in and out\emdash in and out.  Arching her back she revealed to her sneaky son there was another dildo candlestick jammed into her asshole!\par
\tab Rain just about lost it and then realized he was losing it\emdash his cum.  Sperm was squirting out of cock soiling his Mom\rquote s bedding and house shoes.  He didn\rquote t care, though\emdash at the moment of ejaculation nothing mattered but to complete the deed and be damned all else.\par
\tab Suddenly, there was action on the bed; peeking he saw his Mom turning over\emdash her ass up in the air and there was that anal dildo.  He couldn\rquote t believe it\emdash\lquote how did that feel?\rquote  he wondered.  He wasn\rquote t sure that he wanted to find out.\par
\tab Gloria worked the dildo twins, spanked her own ass and made incredible noises that Rain could only determine as sexual.  Then it got kicked into high gear; Gloria lay on her side, leg up, and worked the dildo in her pussy furiously.  She made more noises and Rain was unable to pull away even if an axe wielding hockey mask wearing maniac came barging thru the wall.  \par
\tab Then she was back on her back working the candlestick dildo in a furious manner in and out and all about her womanness.  Faster and faster, using the fingers of her free hand to massage the top area of her Motherly poon and the dildo grinding against super sensitive \ldblquote parts\rdblquote  she subsequently submitted herself to a glorious orgasm.\par
\tab The \ldblquote odor\rdblquote  Rain had gotten a whiff of earlier returned\emdash and was more prevalent if not stagnant.  Rain suddenly found himself in a wonderlust\emdash a lust propelling him to jam his tongue into his Mom\rquote s cunt.  His MOM\rquote s cunt!  Gulping for air and finally getting a grip on himself\emdash other than his dick, Rain slipped out of his Mom\rquote s room and scurried to the hall bathroom and to the shower.\par
\tab Despite just recently jerking off to completion\emdash Rain\rquote s cock remained steadfastly hard.  Super hard.  He knew that it wouldn\rquote t decrease unless it had properly gotten off\emdash meaning, in a girl\rquote s cunt.  He stroked himself and let cascades of near chilling water soothe his body.\par
\page\tab Mr. Twiggler\rquote s dog was barking her brains out, which meant Henry Vassman was tossing papers out which meant that it was at least 7AM.  Rain rolled over with bleary eyes staring at his bedside clock.  Yep, 7AM, 7:20AM to be exact.  He felt like crap\emdash not really crap-crap\emdash just exhausted.  His cock the most.  In his mind swirled Vicki Bonner, Heather Brighton, Ms. Fritch.  As his body and mind calmed some, the image of his Mom filled to capacity his mind.\par
\tab It was difficult enough to envision his Mom masturbating.  Barely was there the concept of girls his age (or therebouts) finger fucking themselves let alone his very own Mom.  It was mind boggling and confounded him beyond belief.\par
\tab Thankfully it was Sunday.   Laying still for a moment he continued to calm himself, then he caught the whiff of not sex odors but bacon.  He yawned and then felt the need to pee.  The need for more calming and relaxing filled him but soon the need to pee overwhelmed him.\par
\tab He was at his door when his Mom called out, \ldblquote Hurry up, Rain, we\rquote ve got Church in an hour.\rdblquote\par
\tab Church.\par
\tab Church!\par
\tab Oh my!\par
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\tab Life would never be the same.  It just couldn\rquote t be\emdash not after knowing about his Mom.  Sitting at the breakfast table Rain watched his Mom move about the kitchen.  She was clad merely in her nightgown.  As Rain stared he noted the absence of panties!  He couldn\rquote t recall if she went like that before or not.  Sure she pranced about in just her nightgown before\emdash plenty of times.  Rain had never noticed whether or not she wore panties then.\par
\tab Again, his mind began to race and become infatuated with seeing his Mom naked.  Was she still with the candles in her pussy and asshole?  Oh God!  He had a hard-on!  And wearing just sweats made it worse \lquote cause like his Mom, he wasn\rquote t wearing underwear.\par
\tab When his Mom went to the sink to clean up the few dishes after breakfast, Rain\rquote s eyes focused solely on her ass.  His cock was screaming.  What to do\emdash what to do!\par
\tab Asking his cock and he got his answer.  Polishing off his breakfast he slowly made way to his Mom.  The scent of her perfume ignited Rain and as he made the pass behind her he moved in closer.  His Mom either didn\rquote t know of his presence or did\emdash she backed up.\par
\page\tab The incident frightened the both of them\emdash startling them.  Rain was about to flee when his Mom turned around.  Their eyes met and there was fire.  A new unknown passion began to surge in Rain\emdash he felt the same from his Mom.  His Mom!  He couldn\rquote t fathom it\emdash there was no fathoming it but only to go with it.\par
\tab Their eyes burned into each other\emdash their passing began superheating with their bodies pressing together creating \ldblquote steam\rdblquote  wafting thru their clothes.  Rain\rquote s cock pronounced itself proudly right up against his Mom\rquote s body.  There was a look in Gloria\rquote s face\emdash a want.  It was agony and want balancing on a sharp blade.\par
\tab Rain placed his hands to his Mom\rquote s hips, his hands gliding over what he could get at.  Just the mere touch of his hands to her body sent him into euphoric upheaval.  His Mom\rquote s lips trembled and she was beginning to melt.  Suddenly without hesitation his erection went down between his Mom\rquote s legs.  Rain pressed himself up to her closer feeling her nipples pressing against his bare chest.\par
\tab\ldblquote We cant do this.\rdblquote  Gloria suddenly blurted.  Panic filled her eyes and though she had no place to go she backed up against the sink counter.  Rain held off his attempt to shag his Mom right then and there, backed up and stood trembling at what had almost happened.\par
\tab\ldblquote Go shower and get ready for church.\rdblquote  she said on trembling lips.\par
\tab Rain obeyed\emdash stumbling along as he did so.\par
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\tab To say the least it was a long quiet ride to the church.  In the shower he had stood in brisk cold water.  It didn\rquote t help.  He wanted to bone his Mom and had come so close.  He wanted to bone his Mom.  His MOM!  How could he even think it!  It didn\rquote t turn his stomach or thoughts but ignited his thoughts and kept his cock hard.\par
\tab Of course, there was the EMAD that could make things happen like he wanted.  But he held off on that venture\emdash his Mom was wanting\emdash it was just a matter of time.\par
\tab Like little boys sitting on wooden pews in the heat of a southernly located church\emdash Rain was ansy.  He couldn\rquote t sit still and in no way get into the message the preacher was giving.  During intermission when the congregation went to their Sunday school classes, Rain made for the bathroom and tried to whack off.\par
\tab Deacons Matt, Brad, and Nick came in interrupting Andy\rquote s doing.  He pretended to have completed his piss job and flushed.  Washing his hands he agonizingly slipped out and made his way elsewhere.\par
\page\tab Along his way\'85\par
\tab\ldblquote I know what that is.\rdblquote\par
\tab Rain bumped into Bonnie Vorhee.  She was cute, very, and had caught him off guard.  \par
\tab\ldblquote What?\rdblquote  Rain asked not knowing what she was referring to.\par
\tab The little ten year old blushed, lowered her head into her shoulders and then boldly pointed\emdash pointed to his erect erection.\par
\tab Rain nearly fainted.  He was sure his heart stopped.  He didn\rquote t know what to say except, \ldblquote You do, do you?\rdblquote\par
\tab Bonnie smiled and nodded quickly that she did.  She was pretty, long silky brown hair cut perfectly at mid back; very nicely dressed; and she smelled fresh.  She was fuckable.  Very.\par
\tab\ldblquote Uh, wanna see it?\rdblquote\par
\tab Bonnie smiled.  Rain lusted and led the way to a room.\par
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\tab It wasn\rquote t so long ago, couple of months in fact, that he shagged Arianna Varrick in the room.  It was a conference room, small, and very seldom used.  Arianna was in a wheelchair due to physical problem.  She was Rain\rquote s age, sixteen, and naughty.  The two had been friends for a long time and discussing sex was their primary topic.  The discussion soon led to \ldblquote doing it\rdblquote  and doing it at church DURING church.\par
\tab In the private conference room\emdash Rain addressed Bonnie first,\par
\tab\ldblquote You first.\rdblquote  Rain said.\par
\tab Bonnie was all giggles and couldn\rquote t keep her eyes off of him (or his erection.)  Bonnie held fast a moment, shrugged and was all a blush but surprising and catching Rain off guard again, she pulled off her pretty blue dress.  There was her trainer and blue panties to please Rain.  Dropping to his knees he looked at the girl and moaned.  \par
\tab With great care and little hesitation he lowered Bonnie\rquote s blue panties and marveled at her lovely-lovely pussy.  It was nice.  Very-very nice and pleased him greatly.  Greatly.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Are you ok?\rdblquote  Bonnie asked as she stepped out of her underwear and stood naked before him. \par
\tab Rain was ok, but not ok.  It was agonizing to a point\emdash the desire increased ten-fold and he feverishly undone his dress slacks and they fell to his ankles leaving him standing in his boxers.  His cock popped right out thru the flap for her to see.\par
\tab\ldblquote Oooooh!\rdblquote  she said with a gleam.\par
\page\tab With her fingers about his prong she worked Rain into a tizzy.  His cock swelled and he wondered oh how he wondered how he was going to fit himself into her?\par
\tab\ldblquote H-have you seen one before?\rdblquote  he asked timidly.\par
\tab\ldblquote I have an older brother, Johnny.\rdblquote\par
\tab That was right, she did.  He was eighteen and attended a rival high school, sometimes they met on the basketball court Friday nights.  He was alright and Rain thought him to be very-very lucky.  Rain didn\rquote t have a sister.  \par
\tab Bonnie not only SAW her brother\rquote s cock, but did likewise to it as she was doing to Rain\emdash fingers about it stroking Up and Down\emdash Up and Down.  She also kissed it and sucked on the head.\par
\tab She did!\par
\tab She demonstrated this to Rain sending the poor teen nearly over the edge.  He went fully into her mouth, hand behind her head and worked her on his schlong for several minutes before he blew his load.\par
\tab Her brother often came off in her mouth, too.\par
\tab\ldblquote What else does he do, to you\emdash what-what else do you two do?\rdblquote\par
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\tab After church doings (and then some) there was a barbeque at the church\rquote s neighboring park.  \ldblquote Do you want to stay?\rdblquote  Gloria asked of her son.\par
\tab\ldblquote Not really,\rdblquote  he said, \ldblquote we can come back later.\rdblquote\par
\tab He knew his Mom wasn\rquote t too much into the church\rquote s barbeque as it was usually crowded and chaotic.  They drove home in silence\emdash no discussing of the preacher\rquote s sermon like they usually did.  Once home his Mom went straight to her room and shut the door.  Just like that.  Of course, she was probably changing clothes.  That was normal.  Rain went to his own room and stripped to the skin.  Standing before his mirror he admired his naked body\emdash it wasn\rquote t bad, could use a little more toning.\par
\tab His cock stood out proudly\emdash very proudly.  Bonnie Vorhee had sucked his cock and sucked it good.  Then, after hoisting her up on the conference table he had spent five minutes licking and fingering out her little virgin cunt.  She was too small to be properly fucked\emdash in the cunt.  She was, however, just right for being buggered.  Her brother buggered her and buggered her often.  He claimed that it wasn\rquote t sex\emdash\ldblquote in the ass is not sex; in the mouth\emdash is not sex.  The Prez sez so.\rdblquote\par
\page\tab So, after munching virgin cunt until his fingers and tongue wore out\emdash he stuffed her asshole.  What a ride.  What a RIDE!  He was amazed that his cock fit.  It did take a little time, some spittle and pre-fingering, but it fit.  The ride was on there after and he couldn\rquote t wait until sometime to get her pussy.\tab\par
\tab Bonnie was a little sore in the asshole and Rain a little sore in the cock.  They loved on one another a bit, groping and kissing, and lots of continued fingering.  But time was against them and they had to get their clothes on and be on their way.\par
\tab After admiring himself in the mirror he went to shower up.  It didn\rquote t help\emdash his body was hot and his cock was even more raging hard than ever.  It simply wouldn\rquote t be calm until he sunk it into his Mom\rquote s hot twat.\par
\tab Well\'85\par
\tab After frying and fussing with his hair his stomach grumbled.  That barbeque dinner at church would have been pretty tasty.  But so was his Mom\rquote s cunt!  He sighed, farted, then went to put some clothes on and see if his Mom wanted to go back to the church or not.\par
\tab As he crossed the hall he noted that his Mom\rquote s bedroom door was open.  He waited\emdash listening.  And right as rain\emdash he heard the telltale sounds of ecstasy in progress.  Carefully he stole up to the door and gave a peek.  Again, his Mom was naked on her bed with a candlestick dildo in her ass and pussy and she was hammering away.  The illumination was better the second time and he took in his naked naughty Mom in a whole new light.\par
\tab Gloria wasn\rquote t even aware of her son\rquote s presence until he was already fully in the room and at the foot of her bed.  She shot up quickly in a panic\emdash but didn\rquote t yell at him to \ldblquote GET OUT!\rdblquote   she didn\rquote t even cover up her nakedness.  Her eyes went from his face to his cock.\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh my God.\rdblquote  she breathed.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Like what you see?\rdblquote  he asked stupidly.\par
\tab His Mom said nothing; she began fingering herself and the lust level increased dramatically.  A minute passed and then she moved on her bed, laying back opening her legs.  \par
\tab What was Rain to do?  He smiled and climbed his fine hunky nude body onto the bed and sashayed himself right up between his Mom\rquote s legs.  There was to be no foreplay\emdash no time for that.  As soon as he was straddling his Mom was working his pud; a gently grip and then she was guiding it into her sex.  Rain gave a slow inward thrust and nearly blew his load off.\par
\page\tab Slowly ever so s-l-o-w-l-y did he sink his pud (finally) into the cunt that had given him life some sixteen years earlier.  He began to pump; locking his arms above her so as he could take in her face and jiggling titties.  His legs were out straight with just his hips moving up and down.  His Mom\rquote s legs flailed a bit, moving up and down, wrapping about her son\rquote s waist, folding back and going off in all directions as her son made love to her.\par
\tab And it was love\emdash mixed with a little hot monkey sex.  As their illicit coupling embroiled upon them intense emotions that were all sex, Rain lay on his Mom and their bodies melded as one.  There was kissing; their bodies meshed; Gloria locked her son\rquote s legs to keep him from flailing about so and soon it was only his hips that were doing the humping.  It was fucking fantastic!  It was the best fuck he had ever had.  No other fuck compared.\par
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\pard\tab No other fuck compared.  After his Mom he had gone on to hump other pussy of differing ages\emdash but none compared to screwing his very own Mom.  He sighed, farted, and watched the coyote continue to mark his territory.  Banging his Mom had been a long-long time ago.  He had moved on, med school, private sector, world wide travel, and so on.  His bone had burrowed into lot of pussy but still\emdash none compared to his Mom\rquote s.\par
\tab At the sound of a helicopter noising up the serene serenity of the desert.  That sucked.  He assumed it was because of little Ashley Michelle.  The hour was the dawning of a new day, the chopper buzzed the immediate area where Ashley and her little friends, Jurney and Margeaux, had been riding their horses.  It would be intensely searched before going out in a pattern of some kind picking up clues of the missing Jurney and Margeaux\emdash and the perpetrator to their mishap.\par
\tab Time to move.\par
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\tab The cave was good shelter, but the advent of the helicopter on the scene was not good security wise.  Soon a bevy of searchers would be in the desert no matter how hot it got.  Desperation made for bad decisions.  There was a ridge he could possibly hide in; they were known to have holes and even small caves.  Just right for a rat to hide in.\par
\tab He began picking his way along the side of the cave with Jurney and Margeaux in tow.  The heat of the sun was terrible; the throp-throp-throp of helicopter was in the distance behind him.  That was good.  \par
\page\tab Just as they made the ridge of rocks and found something similar to a trail there was an explosion.  Not one but several.  Not too far away, either.  Rain had no idea.  The girls ducked down clinging to one another.  Rain saw smoke stirring up into the sky further down at the end of the ridge where the rocks went back into the desert.\par
\tab\ldblquote Miners.\rdblquote  he said.\par
\tab\ldblquote Miners?\rdblquote  asked Jurney.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah, prospectors still searching for their dreams.\rdblquote   Close.\par
\tab\ldblquote Probably best we avoid them.\rdblquote  And with that he took the girls in the opposite direction.\par
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\tab It wasn\rquote t easy picking away along the interior of the ridge; the rocks were hot and the passage was often more difficult that not.  Some places the girls could scoot thru on their hands and knees while Rain had to climb out into the open.  At length they came to a pool of water, it was green but actually clear.  It was shallow, natural, and very refreshing.  The girls enjoyed the refreshing water; Rain did, too, until he heard the throp-throp-throp of the helicopter making a noisy presence.  And too close, too.\par
\tab Rain slipped up telling the girls to stay put (if they knew what was good for them).  Then, nakedly, Rain tried to locate the bothersome chopper.  He found it soon enough, way at the end of the ridge he was going.  This wasn\rquote t good.  Behind him was the prospectors blowing up the landscape, before him was a means in which to end his way of life.\par
\tab He sighed and debated what to do.  Abandon the girls and tried to find a hole to hide in.  Maybe in the pool of water there was sanctuary.  Maybe.  Not likely, but maybe.\par
\tab Just then, something strange happened.  He didn\rquote t know what to make of it but something from the desert floor shot up striking the helicopter.  What exactly it was Rain had no idea.  It sort of resembled a missile but it was different.  It was like a burst of air\emdash like one of those dust devils\emdash only stronger.\par
\tab The helicopter twirled around out of control, went vertical, twirled vertically, and then\emdash\par
\tab CRASH!\par
\tab The ka-boom that followed was deafening and though Rain was glad the chopper was no longer a constant pest\emdash it was of concern \lquote cause it surely would bring even MORE unwanted attention.\par
\tab Ushering the kids out of the pool it was back along the ridge back the way they had come to the opposite end (again.)  He was just at the point of where he and the girls had come from their cave when from behind him--\par
\page\tab A moan.\par
\tab That was the simplest way to describe it.  But not a normal moan, of course.  It was a haunting moan that droaned and sent shivers thru Rain.  \ldblquote What the fuck?\rdblquote  he said.  Turning around he saw the entire sky (in that area of the down chopper) turn a hideous black.  Electricity arched from the ground to the sky and back again.  An acrid smell filled the air that Rain couldn\rquote t describe, either.\par
\tab Stranger, still, though, was Rain felt compelled to \ldblquote go check it out.\rdblquote\par
\tab He knew that he should go to where the prospectors were blowing up the rocks at the opposite end of the ridge.  He\rquote d figure something out when he got there (about the naked girls).  But for the longest time did he do nothing but linger in the spine of the ridge watching intently the area beyond.\par
\tab Slowly the strangeness dissipated leaving a sudden gust of wind that howled thru the ridge bringing the strange moan he had heard earlier.  A queer stillness then befell the land.  Nothing stirred\emdash nothing dared to.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Stay here.\rdblquote  Rain said\emdash he was going to check it out regardless.\par
\tab It probably wasn\rquote t a good idea but off he went.\par
\tab Jurney and Margeaux clung to one another and waited.  \fs24\par
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