August Moone Sagas
Book 6
Journeying
Chapter 14
Clean up, aisle five!

Beaver Pleaser
	It was incredible, to see so much spunk matter gushing from the boy’s dick.  There was a lot of it, a lot more had been issued in Clarissa’s pussy.  Quantities unknown anointed Clarissa’s ass; and with Shaun holding her cheeks open his cock splashed loads onto her asshole and crack, too.
	Clarissa Darling sat up, fingered her asshole and grinded on her lover.  Shaun, her lover, fondled her lovely handful sized teenage breasts and rested.  Poor hapless dweeb nerd-geek Ferguson was stuck under his sister’s bed.  Easing to the floor, the unseen Danny could see the boy with his cock out jacking off furiously.
	Presently, at length, finally--Clarissa poised the question,
	“Want to go take a shower?” she smiled devilishly.  Both teens made for the hall bathroom whereupon they showered together.  Ferguson slid out from under the bed, his cum squirter still shooting splooge.  Desperately he fled the sibling’s room--but not before snagging Clarissa’s panties!
	In his own room he locked the door and stripped to the skin.  Frantically he jerked off into his sister’s panties; flopped onto his bed he laid out on his back choking his chicken.  In the bathroom, Shaun had his own chicken choking its way up Clarissa’s asshole!
	After their shower, it was spanking time!  Shaun first.
	While on her hands and knees, and still wet from the shower, Shaun firstly caressed Clarissa’s ass, licked her crack and hole, fingered the hole, then sat back with a huge grin on his face (and one on his cock, too!)	
	Clarissa clenched and braced as her lover’s hand came smacking hard to her dainty teenage ass.  She tugged in and clenched her bottom lip as Shaun’s continuing smacks became harder and harder--and Clarissa didn’t seem to mind!
	At length, Shaun’s hand wore out, Clarissa’s ass was tomato red, and Shaun’s schlong was significantly re-stiffened.  He wasted no time and guided his missile into the funky receiving funk hole--it had been freshly cleaned, wetted, and pre-prepped.  Despite Clarissa’s uncontrollable instinctive “clenching”, Shaun managed anal entry and butt fucked his girl right then and there.
	In Frog Face’s bedroom, the nude geek lay his nude dweeb body on his sister’s spread out panties on his bed.  Furiously the boy fucked them, squeezing his ass and possibly seriously thinking of only his sister.
	Back in the bathroom, Shaun received Clarissa’s handiwork, has ball swung to and fro as Clarissa smacked his bare ass as hard as she could.  Occasionally she went down to lick/lap/kiss his blistering cheeks.  She tugged on his balls with her mouth, pulling them up between his legs.  Then, they both used a hair removal product on each other, showered again and fucked while in the shower.
	Ferguson fucked himself to sleep.

Ranger Dan and his big dog Dick-or-Ranger Dan and his big DOG dick
	After prowling the neighborhood, Danny got hungry.  He was all kinds of horny, and a little regretful for some of his doings.  A little.  He scurried back home, how long would the invisibility last on himself?  Surely his dad kept notes.  Or was it a fluke.  That would be good--sarcastically thought Danny.  Could he go thru the rest of his life invisible?  He had stories and saw movies about such things, but that was books and movies, this was real!
	A few homes from his home and something once more piqued his curiosity senses.  (those wild bothersome Narly Senses)  Danny paused a moment, he was sort of new to the deal and it took a moment or two to narrow in as to where exactly his attention should go.
	When at last he had it nailed down, he went to investigate.
	Janna Bobinkins house.  No cars in the drive.  Janna was a girl he knew at school; he didn’t “know-know” her, but knew her name.  He didn’t think she knew him, though--different crowd.  But she was in his class, the whole of his 8th grade class.  She was cute, tall, long straight light brown hair.  Danny guessed she was popular, she had a lot of friends--she hung out with boys and girls and mostly at the pizzeria.  
	Anyways, Danny found no prob slipping into the locked house, windows were always a secondary.  All was quiet and serene in the house, Danny paused when he spotted the doggie bowl in the kitchen.  A big (BG) doggie house in the backyard, doggie chew toys all over the yard front and back.  Danny wondered about how a family pet, like say a giant dog, would feel about an invisible intruder?  
	Was he still invisible to a dog?  He knew that wee little children could see him, maybe, sorta.  What about animals?  An animal’s mind was far different than a human’s and thusly wouldn’t be so easily fooled by science.
	Slowly Danny tredged up the stairs, taking his time.  In his mind he kept where the window was he came thru was.  At the top of the stairs he heard sounds.  Grunting sounds.  Familiar sounds.  Very-very carefully Danny moved along the wall, around a hall table--very nearly knocking over the flower vase thereon.  At the door that was opened just a crack was a bedroom, a girl’s bedroom--Janna Bobinkin’s bedroom.
	And Janna Bobinkin was on her bed, naked, being FUCKED by the family dog!  A golden short haired Labrador.  The doggie was in full mount and covering most of Janna’s nude body.  He was pumping madly and Janna was reeling in it, her face rubbing all over her pet’s chest, “Fuck me, Comet, fuck me!” she called out.
	Danny was stunned.  The dog was humping and lolling its doggie tongue, dripping saliva everywhere; his tail wagging, his back legs jostling about as it tried to maintain stamina during sex.
	Danny leaned against the wall, this was too much.  He had sorta heard of girls “liking-liking” their dogs, and heard that girls got “off” on riding horses--the jarring of the galloping beast excited their poons and got them to experience orgasm without being fucked by a horny hornydog boy and risk getting pregnant.
	Could a girl get pregnant by a dog, Danny wondered.  He didn’t know, he didn’t think so, but he didn’t know.  How was he to know, where was it written or where could it be found about the human potency of a dog’s love cream?
	Finally, Comet the Wonder dog did his thing.  And there was the subsequent long lasting settling down as the dog’s “knot” de-swelled.  Danny stood quietly jacking himself, Janna lay fingering herself.  He desperately wanted to fuck her.  He smiled to himself as he had something on her, she was a dog fucker!  Somehow he could convey that he knew she was having sex with her dog--and that would get HIM, Danny Phanton, into her pants!  (specifically speaking her pussy!)
	When Comet’s knot and shrunk to normal (almost normal) size, the dog pulled away and off of Janna.  Janna continued furiously to frig her cunt, Comet began to trot to the door and check on the spy loitering in the hall.
	“Oh no you don’t,” said Janna reaching out for her pet, “you come back here and finish me off!” she grabbed her dog’s collar and positioned him back between her legs.  The fourteen year old opened her legs wide and coaxed the hairy canine to lick her cunt clean.
	Danny could stand no more.

Horny is as horny does
	Out of control and horny were two consequential hazards.  Dashing home Danny out of control rummaged thru his sister’s panty drawer, snagged a couple of good ones, then snagged a pair out of her dirty clothes hamper, then dashed to his room where in like Ferguson Darling had done--stripped to the skin and made happy with the humping of the undies.
	Inasmuch as he assumed Ferguson thought of his sister, Danny did like wise--Jazmine as well as Clarissa.  He yearned hard to nail them both, pussy-mouth-asshole.  He yearned to see them sprawled out pleasing themselves--or each other!
	The image of the girls sucking twat increased his humping and gobs of splooge spilled onto the panty tussled up beneath him.  The “feeling” was intense, it wasn’t quite the same as fucking a cunt, but it was pretty good.
	His splooge mess had not yet dried when,
	“Hello!?  Anybody home!?” Jazmine.
	Danny freaked a little, he lay in a frozen panic before managing to scramble up and to his dresser mirror.  There was no reflection, none.  Whew!  But still, he worried in wondering if being invisible was indefinite.  He could hear his sister in the hall, her backpack laden with dingle bells, keys, and other trinkets that made noise when jostled in motion.
	She paused at Danny’s door, there was a polite tap and Danny saw her panties on his bed, her soiled cum stained panties.  Quickly he grabbed them and threw them under the bed--just as the door opened.
	“Danny?” she called out.  The room was dark, the way Danny liked it.  Jazz poked her head in, Danny stood off to one side, butt bare assed naked.  She was about to close the door when she spied one pair of her panties at the bedside, one that had not made it under.
	“What the--” she scooped the undy up and held it with mouth open.
	“Why that little perv!” she exclaimed.  She shook her head and left.  Danny wondered even if invisible for life, could he stay out of Jazz’s wrath?
	Slowly he let his breath out, there was no explaining the panty, or the cum stains.  She would have his balls.  It was doubtful she would rat him out, tell their mom.  Jazz wasn’t that way, she dealt with problems head on her own way and in her own time.
	Danny rubbed his balls, “so long nuts!” he smirked.  
	At the door he very carefully opened it and peered out.  Jazz wasn’t there.  Slowly he let the door open so as he could sneak his head out.  She still wasn’t there, waiting as he feared.  He waited--and waited--and then waited some more before summoning up enough courage to linger at her door.
	Those pesky Something’s Up Narly kicked in again, drawing Danny to risk death, or at the very least testicle removal by opening Jazz’s door just a bit.  From the angle he could see Jazz on her bed, her panties (the ones worn) were at her ankles.
	Danny nearly fainted.
	Jazz’s legs flailed madly about as she fingered herself; long lovely legs, shaven, and supple and perfectly tanned.  Then there was her coochie.  Surprisingly, it was shaven, too!  Danny had made his way into the Forbidden Zone, standing inside the girl’s room.  It was girlie, rock star posters on the walls, a fish tank, an old doll house that had sentimental meaning so it was in place and in tact, dolls of every kind, stuffed animals, and etc.  girlie stuff.
	Jazz’s skirt was hiked up over her waist, her light lavender rolled up at her ankles, shoes off, and she busied herself friggin’ her bald beaver and undoing her top to free her breasts.
	Danny was going  nuts.  His sister!  Naked (near naked) fingering herself!  And he right there watching!  It was too much.  He knew he either had to do something to her or to someone else.
	
	Fearing he’d mess her up, Danny struck silently and secretively out of the house.  He hoped to have luck (again) traveling the alleys, and he relied on the Narly Sense to kick in, too.
	He was in luck three homes down in the next alley.
	In an upstairs family room, a wee little lass was laid out on a strange shade of red thick carpeting.  Her clothing lay cast everywhere.  She lay on her tummy with a teen boy approx. 13 or so sodomizing her, another nude boy sought pleasure fucking her mouth.  The little girl was no more than four.  No more.
	The little girl didn’t fuss but wriggled about some.  The boy behind her was Nathan, Nathan Howe.  He was a jerk who went to Danny’s school.  Despite Danny being an upperclassman, 8th grade, the 7th grader was bossy and an ass.  He smacked his sister’s ass when she wriggled, his cock kept flopping out; cum shot out at one point, shooting up the girl’s backside.
	The boy in her mouth Danny didn’t know, he didn’t believe the boy went to their school.  He was cumming, too.  “Oh yeah!” he said, “Here it comes!”  he grabbed his prick and began jacking hard, the other hand holding the back of the little blond girl’s head as he pumped his hips forcefully into her young mouth.
	Nathan tried to re-entered Mindy’s tight hole, he was partially successful, mostly he was already cumming and thusly his sibling schlong was petering out.  Frustrated he smacked Mindy’s ass, then rolled her over.  When he did his friend’s prick that had been saucing into the girl’s mouth plopped out and a gallon of hot juicy jiz shot out, coating Mindy’s chest, face, and even Nathan.
	“Aw, fuck man, gross!” Nathan shouted and pushed his friend.  The nameless friend sat back giggling and fondling his quickly going flaccid cock.  Nathan laid his softening schlong against Mindy’s pussy and humped.  

	“Nate?  Your sorry hide home?” called out a bellowing voice.
	“Aw fuck, your dad!” Nathan stared at his friend, his friend was in panic mode.  The boys quickly grabbed themselves into their clothes and scramed--leaving little naked cum stained Mindy where she was.  Nathan’s dad continued to call out for his son--Nathan wisely (or not so) didn’t respond.
	Danny stole his way up to the naked cum drenched child.  She sat and looked right at Danny.
	“You-you can see me, huh?” Danny asked kinda nervously.
	The blond head girl smiled and nodded.
	Danny sighed, “Uhm, I’m, I’m a friend of your brother’s--”
	“NATHAN!” yelled out the daddy, he was close, too close.  The little girl was all giggles, blushed a little and then scurried to a nearby closet.  She looked back to Danny to whom she could see and seemed to “wait.”  There was nothing from Danny’s cock, not now--his mind resumed command functions and Danny wisely-or not so, scurried to where the girl went.
	Mindy had a sort of way about her, she went under a large pile of clothes and then behind a dresser stuffed inside the walk-in closet.  There was barely enough room for Danny’s teenage frame--it made for close quarters and in some respects--that was okay with Danny.
	The door burst open to the room, “Nathan!  Mindy!” called out the voice of a pissed off daddy.  Mindy brought her fingers to her lips as she sat scrunched up against Danny’s body.  Danny held her and waited.
	The daddy cussed, “What the hell?” Mindy’s clothes scattered on the floor.  “NATHAN!” bellowed out the angry dad.  Mindy jerked at the man’s brusqueness, Danny held her even the more tighter and gently until the pissed daddy went raging thru the house continuing his search for his errant son and missing (naked) daughter.
	When all seemed clear, the little girl sat back still giggling.  It was dark behind the dresser, Danny worried how he was going to get out (of this one.)  Mindy then began fondling for his cock.
	She did!
	Danny fumbled about to free it, but found that in such close quarters, it wasn’t going to be easy--so he moved out from behind the dresser and laid out in the closet--he then unhitched his jeans and pushed them down.  Mindy came along and instantly went for his cock.  She gripped it in her tender little hands and Danny was well pleased.
	Even more so when she began to suck.
	He needed it.
	And though the sucking was good, he required the “ultimate” release.
	Gingerly Danny rolled and placed the pretty four year old on her back.  Gingerly and diligently he fingered the girl’s poon.  He couldn’t tell and didn’t know if she was virginal, had her brother fucked her pussy--he HAD gone up her ass, though.  Danny fingered and fingered, slicking up the young innocent until such a time as it was necessary to lay his cock against her cunny and hump--no penetration.
	Faintly as Danny did his humping, he could hear what sounded like telltale sounds of a spanking in progress elsewhere in the house.  Danny creamed on little Mindy, totally draining his organ and thusly satisfying himself--at least for the moment.
	Using discarded clothing from within the closet, Danny cleaned the girl up and then they exited the closet.  The spanking could be heard distinctly--little Mindy didn’t seem upset, Danny pulled his clothes on and made for the bathroom.  Mindy followed.  Danny washed the girl off and made a discovery--she was deaf!
	Deaf and mute.
	Once determining that, he fingered the girl a little more; then, when standing and his cock once more stiff as a board, Mindy fished it out (on her own) and worked it.  She was a pro--her brother had learned her and was able to get away with it as he had an advantage--Mindy couldn’t tell on him!

	With the blowjob a done deal, and a little bit more splooge expelled, Danny left the naked Mindy in her room and stole about making a getaway.  Downstairs in the living room, Mindy’s brother was in dire straights--cast over the arm of a sofa, his pants down, no underwear; his pissed off daddy furiously beating the teen’s ass with a 2-inch wide belt.

	Danny didn’t know what it was about, he didn’t want to.  He slipped out of the house and just one house over had his mind piqued again.  His cock ached, but it was a good ache.  His mind was filled with Jazz, Samantha, and Mindy.  He saw himself sliding his cock into each of them.
	He knew he was a cad for thinking about trying penetration with Mindy, she was far too young for fucking her pussy, but her mouth and asshole seemed okay.
	At the house of interest Danny found a lone preteen girl in the family garage.  No one was home.  (seems to be a trend)  The girl seemed to be doing laundry, she had headphones on connected to a small compact radio on her waist.  A splotched top of red and pink she wore with tight jeans and a big white belt.  Nice flowing dark hair and totally oblivious to how much detergent she was dumping into the washer.
	Suddenly Danny heard the girl rip a narly butt blast.  She squeezed it out with a grunt and groan to her face, bit her bottom lip and as she continued dancing in the closed garage, she began fingering herself as her body pressed against the washer.  
	The song that had her going must of ended as she stopped dancing and settled down.  Nice young girl, pleasing body, Danny wondered if he had time to dash back to his house and grab that gadget, the mind stunning one he and Tuck had used against Samantha.
	Before he could decide the girl, “Abby” shuttled herself into the house.  Danny followed.  More music came and the girl raided the refrigerator, nabbing a beer and drinking it.  She farted again and then--after chugging the beer and dropping it into a recycling bin, hot footed it to the bathroom.  She left the door open, pushed her pants and panties down and squatted over the toilet.  Still standing she bent over, spread her cheeks and let another nasty gas blast explode from her hole.
	Danny was totally hard.
	Abby spanked her own ass, stood and faced the mirror.  She moved her top up over her head and then seemingly on a dare to herself stripped off all of her clothes.  She blushed and was grinning as she examined her body, her lovely-lovely pre-teen breasts and then her slightly furry poon.
	Then, she was off to a bedroom--still naked.
	Danny paused to grab up the girl’s panties.  He gave the crotch a sniff then dropped them to check on what the girl was doing nextly. 
	She was in a boy’s room, a teen boy.  She seemed to be collecting clothes, dirty clothes--then, she began going thru pockets.  At length she found something of interest--a joint.
	She smiled and rummaged up a lighter from the boy’s desk and began smoking the joint.  She flopped onto the twin size bed and laid out on her back.  Fingering her poon she smoked the weed and slowly passed out.
	Danny held firm for a moment.  The desire was there, big time.  Could he?  Should he?  Would she awaken in the middle of whatever he was doing?  Would she be able to see him in her fucked up state of mind?
	Danny couldn’t stand it, his cock retook command and he came to the girl.  Firstly he ran his fingers about the girl’s poon, then he licked it.  He didn’t know as to exactly how to tell if a girl was a virgin or not.  And he didn’t care.  After slicking up the poon he lay his cock against it and began to hump.
	The humping led to fucking.

	An explosive amount of love cream blasted out of his cock, it was an incredible fuck, not the greatest, but the girl’s pussy was sufficiently snug and Danny P was sufficiently pent up.  Abby never stirred, she moaned and groaned a couple of times, but that was all.  Danny power fucked the unconscious girl until he was well spent.
	Then, for fun, he rolled the girl over and spanked her.  There was something about smacking a girl’s fanny that was intrinsic.  He squeezed the cheeks and wondered if he could spank Mindy?  He knew he wanted to, spank all the girls he had encountered recently--and there was a fleeting invading thought of spanking Sam and Tucker!
	He left the unconscious girl and moved on.

A religious experience
	A slight case of guilts Danny did have--not including his best pal, Tuck along with the shenanigans.  But Tuck was busy with his family so Danny was on his own--and he was sure spying on others doing naughty terrible things wouldn’t be for Samantha.
	Still pent up, though, Danny struck out to find someone who could give him the release he needed.  His hand and little Mindy just weren’t enough.  He wasn’t much of a religious person, but as he passed by a neighborhood church his Narly Senses kicked in.  His family didn’t do the Church thing, just occasionally--the holidays throughout the year and when someone was sick and in need, etc.  Danny didn’t mind Church so much, that was where all the cute girls were!
	Slowly he made his way to the Church, no cars in the lot, none in the admin parking area, either.  But his Narly Senses hadn’t failed him so far.  Something was up.  Ever the leery, Danny slinked along, checking his invisibility status in the windows as he did.
	All doors and windows were locked, save for one that was a janitor’s door.  A door inside the janitor’s room led out to a hall that opened to all the offices and classes and main sanctuary.  Danny slinked along the carpeted hall until coming to another cracked open door, it was propped open by a door jam.  Peering inside he saw three teens.  
	Lonnie Jacoy  Kyle Jacoy  Crystal Jacoy
	Three upstanding members of the church, choir members, helpers, Sunday School instructors for various classes.  Lonnie was eighteen and on his way to a prestigious religious university.  Kyle was fourteen, very athletic and if his voice held thru high school, he had a scholarship for the same university big brother Lonnie was off to.  Crystal Jacoy was a fresh fifteen year old, almost sixteen.  Short full bodied blond hair, 28Bs, tight ass in whatever she wore--dresses, skirts, and jeans.  She was popular, cute, and currently naked.
	Crystal lay sprawled over the back of a pew, both her brothers servicing her, or her servicing them--whichever.  Brother Lonnie was plowing her from behind, smacking her ass as he pumped.  Brother Kyle pumped into her mouth, his hands going thru her hair.  Crystal caressed her brother’s ass, sucking his teenage cock wholly and fully. 	
	Lonnie pulled out (from pussy or asshole Danny couldn’t tell) and slapped his cock against the girl’s ass.
	“God damn!” the boy exclaimed.  He sat on the pew seat and placed his face into his sister’s ass crack.  Kyle pulled his cock out and rubbed it all over the girl’s face.  Crystal latched onto the boy’s balls and sucked them.
	After that, the three ran amok about the large sanctuary, Crystal laying out in one of the pews, Lonnie firstly sliding on top of her, sliding his teen hood into her pussy and fucking furiously for several minutes.  
	Kyle came up to her head, his hard cock dripping and stiff--both boys were good looking hunks, rigid bodies, trim, hairless.  Crystal reached for (and got) her brother Kyle’s schlong, stroked it and pressed it against her face and rubbed her face all over it, nuzzling his balls and all before sliding the hot cum squirter into her mouth.
	Lonnie fucked his fill, filling his sister’s cunt with a generous amount of love cream.  He continued humping and spilling until he was well spent, of cum and energy.  Kyle didn’t cum, not yet.
	Crystal sat up, frigged her snatch and went after brother Lonnie’s flaccid penis.  But it was too shagged out to get stiff.  No matter, Crystal hopped up and made for the stage area of the church, then climbed naked up the short viewing wall into the baptismal!
	Lonnie and Kyle followed.
	Crystal spread her legs inside the four foot deep baptismal.  It measured five feet by four feet and was filled with gallons of water.  Crystal with her legs spread giggled and blushed as soon she was peeing.  Lonnie and Kyle were in awe (and giggling.)
	“I think the Johnson’s and Kamdon’s are getting in this Sunday.” Crystal said, two families who’d be unaware of the baptismal water not being 100 percent “pure.”
	Kyle managed to work up a steady pee and pissed onto his sister’s upper body.
	The trio of sibs weren’t done with their frolicking; after peeing in the baptismal water they fled about the nave fucking and sucking all over, going into the admin hall and coming to their senior preacher’s office.  Though it was locked it didn’t stop the naughty trio from continuing their efforts of sincere naughtiness.	
	The boys hefted their sister up, Crystal’s legs were pushed back and her fuckable cunt went up against the doorknob.  Crystal humped the knob, fucking it in a sense.  The boys, after setting their naked naughty sibling down, humped the knob, too, with Lonnie jacking himself onto it, spilling some sperm.  Kyle turned about and sodomized himself against the knob…
	In the kitchen all the utensils--eating and those to make the meals for the congregation--were rubbed and humped on.  On the stainless steel counter Crystal was fucked several times, sodomized with cocks and utensils, spanked, too.
	For a finale, Crystal, back in the main sanctuary, inserted into her cunny from the pulpit and sanctuary desk at the stage were a main bible was opened in the center, Pslams 23.  There were candles, flowers, smaller bibles, and religious icons.  Crystal stuffed her asshole with some of the candles, her cunny with the religious icons.  Then, right on the sacramental table she spread her legs to receive her brothers--one after the other.
	Fine upstanding Christians!
	Danny moved on…

What ‘ho!
	You know that special dream state of sleep, you’re sort of awake but not?  Usually at the end of a normal sleep cycle.  Jake was there, and naturally after being rudely awaken, whatever it was he had been dreaming vanished.  He thought it was sublime, peaceful, but there were no lingering details whatsoever.
	Kasey was the one who had rudely disrupted his dream (whatever it was).  His attention was required top side.
	To side was a small deck on the third floor between the two unused towers.  The deck was small, had some lounge chairs, deck chairs, plants, and a brass spyglass/telescope.
	John and Mike were already present, along with just about everyone of the Victorian home by the sea.  As everyone else had taken a peek, and John nodded to Jake to do likewise, he did.
	For a moment he saw nothing, then he did.  It could just be barely seen by the naked eye, but through the spyglass it was more clear--a ship!
	A big ship, a sailing ship.
	Full masted, sails, and sailing parallel to the shore.  John guesstimated the ship was out some fifty miles or so.  Thru the scope it could just be seen--people!  Forms of what could be assumed were people, anyways.
	The wind was stiff and cold, there was a storm brewing.  The ship of whatever peoples was soon swallowed up by descending clouds.
	“Whattya think?” Jake asked.
	“Don’t know.” John returned.
	“Think they could be help?” Mike wondered aloud.
	John shook his head in the not knowing.
	“Could just be more people--” added in the other adult, Stephan.
	“But not like us.” Jake supplied.
	It was true.  Not everyone who would potentially come into the new worlds would be so sexually deviant.  (although so far…)  lol
	“We probably should keep a watch, be leery.” suggested Mike.
	“To look out down the beach (what there was of it) and down along the cliffs.” added John.
	“We’re not alone anymore.” said Jake, “we need to be careful and have backup plans.”
	Wise words.

Strange Worlds Colliding
	Up and down the street there were lights, seasonal lights for the festive holidays--except for one particular house.  It looked out of place, no seasonal lights of any kind, the neighbors had even offered to help--although they had not actually confronted (or even met) the owner of the non-descript home, they strung lights along the picket fence surrounding the outer perimeter of the front yard.  The following morning after the night of doing such-they found the lights had been removed and were cast off into an alleyway garbage can.
	Very seldom did any of the residents of Crimson Wy. see the man who seemed to live alone in the gloomy 2-story abode.  He had a mid-size common SUV, but it was parked most times in the attached garage.  There were never-ever any lights on, not even a porch light.  When a neighbor tried to get the man’s attention, they were ignored.  The man wasted no time, the garage door came up, the SUV was already moving.  As soon as the SUV’s back tires hit the sidewalk in front of the house, the garage door was down.
	No one ever saw the creepy man even go out to his mailbox--a mail delivery person was confronted--by neighbors.  The only thing she delivered to 1727 Crimson was junk mail.  It was guessed the Creep had a Post Office box.  The junk mail never was piled up, though, the box was always empty.
	The yard was kept neat, a short crop of blue grass, no flowers but a row of boxwood hedges that never seemed to grow out of shape.  
	That had been the Christmas time.  Advanced forward some months, to mid Spring type time.  Always spying neighbor Melinda Carlise was doing her housework when she suddenly noticed a taxi pull up to the house, the name of the man was not even known--no name on the mailbox like all the other mailboxes had--and with no personal mail being delivered, the mail person didn’t know the man’s name, either.
	A person got out of the taxi, the driver helped fetch a bag out of the bag.  The person was--strange.  Kinda tall, short shoulder length dark-dark black hair.  A long strange black duster-like outfit, matching shoes, and accessories.
	The taxi driver was palmed his fee and he tipped his hat and scurried off to his next call.  The stranger in black rolled her shoulders and looked at the plain home.  This day the SUV WAS in the driveway.  
	As the stranger in black made way to the driveway, it was determined by Ms. Carlise that the stranger was a girl!  A teenager in her mid teens or such.  When making the turn to the short walkway that led to the entryway to the main door, the door opened.
	The creepy man whom hardly anyone of the neighborhood ever saw, stood in a deep purple bathrobe.  He was white, short dark hair, about 6 foot tall or so.  Other than that Melinda couldn’t tell much.  The strange girl in black entered into the home and the door was shut.  Melinda dashed to her phone to make a call--to everyone in the neighborhood!

In the Creep’s house
	The Creep, Mason Klinton, stood back looking the girl over.  All was quiet within the creepy house, too quiet.  It was a house empty of something--life!  Inside and out.  Inside the abode all the windows other than being simply closed, were covered with dark no-peeking thru curtains and/or drapes.  There was a fireplace, but no nick-knacks on the mantle, no pictures--family or otherwise.  Simple furniture, not too expensive, not el cheapo, either.  From the front door there was a short six foot hall; this opened to a living room on the left.  No television, but an old fashioned 1930s cabinet radio.  
	A regular non-descript sofa and love seat with a simple stuffed chair, end tables, no plants.  A four foot wall separated the living room from the smallish dining room.  The kitchen had modern appliances and a small breakfast nook that looked out into the plain backyard.  There was a patio, a barbequer was there, along with the supplies and equipment for it, a whirlpool, too!  A long picnic like table was in place, nothing more.  Tall hedges and shrubs encircled the yard’s outer perimeter, large cypress trees (three of them) stand gallantly in staggered pose.
	Off from the entryway was a long hallway--to one side was a bathroom, the stairs to the second floor, a private den, and a room filled with boxes and stowed furniture.
	Upstairs.
	Three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a “family” room, private deck.
	Two of the three bedrooms had beds and associative furniture.  The other room was bare.
	Mason looked the girl from head to toe and back.  He nodded and said something that sounded like “Welcome.“  He plucked up the girl’s bag and headed up the stairs.  The girl was approx. 16 years young, “gothic” style clothing and etc.  Dark lipstick, hair, earrings of dark “skulls”, black fingernails, and everything about her--black and/or dark.  
	Her name was Lydia.  The man with her bag was her uncle--estranged.  Estranged not to Lydia, but to the rest of the family.  And inasmuch as Lydia herself was “strange” and her parents had met a horrible-horrible death (unexplained) and no one else in the family could (or wanted to) take her in, contact was made to the estranged Mason Klinton and HE took her in.
	Lydia wore a duster, a cowboy’s duster, it was lighter (in weight) and extremely dark--leather.  Inside the duster the girl wore a long ankle length black dress.  She was very-very creepy.  Mason didn’t have his fingers working inside her dress, just on the outside.  He stepped up the girl, took his fingers that had been fingering her, and sniffed them.
	There was almost a smile on the girl’s black lips.  Almost.  There was a slight quiver and a glimpse of giddiness in her dark eyes.  Mason was at the top of the stairs, “You coming?”
	Mason deposited the girl’s bag into a room designated as to be Lydia’s.  “Dinner in about an hour.”  Mason said, he left the room and returned downstairs leaving Lydia to herself.
	Danny didn’t know who to stay with, his Narly Senses were diminishing significantly.  
	Lydia sighed and flopped onto her bed on her back.  She wasn’t a bad looking girl, not really--a very round face, a trim body (inside the gothic attire.)  She farted and wriggled her body, then stretched and put her fingers to her cunny, to the outside of her dress and fingered herself some in a serious “rub.”
	After that, she went to sleep.
	Mason had been on the phone.  He moved into the kitchen and began rustling up something of a dinner.  With the Narly Senses non-existent, Danny made himself scarce--but made a mental note to make sure to come back and give the two weirdoes a check up.
	No worries, there were plenty of other things for an invisible boy to check out.

Naughty is as Naughty does (reprisal)
	Just two doors down the infamous Narly Senses directed Danny to a brownstone home.  The Senses were really hot-n-on bringing him a rush.  Quickly he made entrance into the home, finding a harrowing scene indeed; in the basement of the two-story abode there was a naked little 6 year old girl.  She was on her hands and knees on a squeaky bed.  Behind her was a distinguished man, regal and professional appearing.  In front of her was another man, brutishly build (could have been a pro footballer defensive lineman) but Danny knew him--he was the city police chief!
	Beside the nude six year was an eleven year old--also nude.
	The little girl Danny knew, too--not personally, but from televised pageants--she was a young member of the ever popular beauty pageant circuit.  The eleven year old boy beside her was her brother, the man behind her was her dear ole daddy.  HE was in her ass, not all of him, but a great deal of his manly manhood plowed near effortlessly into her asshole.  The Police Chief pumped most of his wicked manhood into the girl’s mouth.  The eleven year old boy masturbated.
	On and on the men went, fucking and pumping until they filled the child’s holes.  When done and done, they sat back on their heels flogging their cum squirting dogs.  The daddy admired his cock work, his cum flowing out of his young daughter’s asshole.  
The Chief smiled and wiped the cum he had spilled onto the girl’s mouth.  The girl didn’t seem upset, but fingered her sore aching smoldering asshole.  She was turned over, her daddy helping position her as well as hold a leg back, the Police Chief held the other leg--this allowed easy access from the eleven year old brother to mount and fuck.
	While the brother fucked, both men caressed the boy’s pumping sweaty ass.  The lust increased and Danny felt strange inside, for a moment he SAW himself, his hands.  There was a bit of dizziness and sea sickness and he feared the invisibility phenomenon was nearing its end.

*

	In the	alley Danny rested, he never got sick (enough to barf) but was sweaty and dizzy.  He still seemed to be invisible and thought of making a return trip inside the house he had just come out of, but changed his mind.  He wanted to find Tuck, or find Samantha!
	He was almost home when his Narly Senses redirected him to check out the Taylor home.  He knew them, there were three boys in the home, and the parental units.  The mother was a psychologist in training, the daddy was a host of a home improvement show on the local public television broadcast.  Of the boys, Danny mostly knew the oldest, Brad.  Being invisible and spying got Danny more insight to school mate, Danny hoped his invisibility phenomenon would last--he knew lots more family friends (and family) he’d like to spy on.
	In an upstairs room, a bedroom Brad shared with his two younger sibs Randy and Mark, Brad and a girlfriend were naked.  They were on a bed, their clothes on the floor, the girl on top.  The door was opened just a bit, Danny could see just right Brad’s fourteen year old schlong slamming its way into the girl’s pussy.  Danny knew the girl, too--Brad’s girl, Jessica Shane.  She was nice, she even acknowledged Danny’s existence on the Earth.  Both felt that Brad was sometimes an ass, a jerk, and full of himself as he was a destined to be a pro athlete with a promising outlook as a soccer player extreme.
	Danny was well pleased to see the girl nude, and getting fucked.  He wished, though, that it was HE who was doing the fucking!  Brad slammed nicely and then not so into the girl’s cunt.  His hands clamped hard onto the girl’s soft pillowy ass.  
	Danny had a fleeting wondering thought about ALL the girls at Casper High; just how many were virgins and how many weren’t?  Danny then realized that he could go into the girl’s bathroom, the girl’s locker room!  His cock grew ten times it size, being invisible was beginning to expand.
	Suddenly, Danny caught a whiff of something--perfume.
	Then, coming up the stairs was Brad’s mother, Jill.  She carried a basket of clothes, folded and ready for wearing--she had been in the basement doing the laundry!
	She firstly stopped in the hall bathroom.  Danny wondered if he should somehow let Brad know of impending danger.  But then again, Brad WAS sometimes an ass.  Fuck him, let him get caught!
	Jill Taylor emerged from the bathroom and went into another room.  Brad and Jessica continued fucking.  Brad’s schlong popping out to hump the girl’s asshole and make a feeble attempt at anal penetration.  It quickly demanded re-entrance into the cunt and so there it went.
	Jill stepped up to the bedroom and nearly gave herself away.  She still carried the basket load of clothes.  She clamped a hand over her mouth and stared into the room.  For a moment she was genuinely stunned and startled.  This led way to awed and shocked.  Then she was more sublime and merely watched.  Jessica finally reached around and angled her body a bit, repositioning her hips and guiding Brad’s fuck pole into her asshole.
	Just a few pumps there and it went snuggling back into her cunny where they completed their unionship moments later.  Jill (and the unseen Danny) watched in silence.  Jill eased away as Brad’s cock slipped out of Jessica’s asshole, cum shooting everywhere.  The fuck was over.
	Jill crept away, hand still over her mouth.  She had left the clothes basket by the door and scurried quickly to a room, her bedroom.  Danny didn’t know why, he’s cock had retaken command and commanded the Legs to chase after.
	In the parental unit bedroom there was a masterbath, Jill was within, pants and undies at her ankles as she sat on the toilet--furiously fingering her pussy.
	Danny stood humping his dick, eyes focused on the frantic woman, the mother of the young teen boy/son “getting some” down the hall.  After a furious bout of fingering her gash, she stood and SUCKED her fingers.  She was still pent (horny) and stepped out of her clothes and made for her bed whereupon she laid herself out, ass up, fingering her cunt some more.
	Danny licked her lips and thought.
	Slowly he came to the foot of the bed, Jill’s ass wriggled about, she spanked herself, pulled a cheek and exposed her clenching asshole.  Furiously her fingers worked her cunny into a frenzy.  Danny wished upon wishes he had the mind altering gadget with him.  He made a mental note to do so before leaving the house next time.
	Jill finally rolled over onto her back, legs opened wide and still busy with the serious sincere fingering.  Danny stared at her.  A woman.  A grown adult woman who was a mother.  He had seen her (in her clothes) and in the back of his mind had a slight desire to see her naked.  He never thought he would.
	She was in agony--sheer unadulterated agony.
	Danny decided to help her out--mind altering device or not.

	Jill thrashed about on the bed, power thrusting into her unseen lover.  At the moment she didn’t care--she was too horny.  Danny took strides not to “touch” her, just with his cock.  The flailing legs of the woman, though, made that desire unattainable--but then she didn’t seem to care, either.  Her thighs slammed against Danny as he straddled himself between her legs and guided his schlong into her womanness.  
	Jill bucked and her cunt swallowed his cock, like a snake swallowing its pray, engulfing slowly inch by inch.  Danny pumped and found the cunny pleasing enough and pumped some more.  Jill still wasn’t aware of his presence and fucked back!
	Then, the lofty goal of wondrous orgasm came and Danny flushed a generous glob of young teen splooge into the woman’s cunt.  Another generous glob was splattered onto the woman’s poon.  Danny barely had the energy but he moved out of the way to be clear of the woman’s trembling legs.  She frigged her swamp box and found the spilled splooge.  There was some earnest diddling and then she looked at the spunk matter coating her fingers.  
	She seemed confused.
	Was this HER cum?
	It had to be.
	But a woman didn’t (couldn’t) produce cum like was on her fingers.
	She flopped back onto her back and lay in a pant.
	Danny scooted out of the room, snagging his clothes and scooting.

*

	Taking a peek into the boys’ room, the girl Jessica was gone, replaced by younger sib, Randy.  Brad was still nude, and he reeked of sex sweat, his cock was still hard, too.  He bragged to his younger bro about the deed done, he stroked off and was beaming with prideful lust.
	Randy gouged himself, “Damn, I fucking missed it!” he wanted to be a spy, too.  He’s eyes were locked onto his brother’s pole, 
	“Whattya lookin’ at faggot!” grinned/chortled Brad.
	Randy didn’t respond but looked away.
	“Hasn’t yours grown any?”
	Randy shrugged and began to get embarrassed.
	“Whip it out, let’s see it.” demanded Brad.
	Semi reluctantly Randy unleashed his twelve year old schlong.
	It was stiff, but not entirely.  It was four inches and it wouldn’t get any better.  Brother Bradley’s cock was a lovely six inches!  He was fourteen and very well cunt pleasing.
	Brad and Randy got into a “cock-fight”, slapping their schlongs against the other, Brad probing his down between his brother’s balls.
	“If you suck it, you can taste Jessica’s cunt!” smarted off Brad.
	Randy seemed to be actually thinking it.  He licked his lips and pulled on his organ.
	“If you do me, I’ll do you.” added Brad.
	Randy still held back, chewing on a lip thoughtfully, then he nodded and eased to his knees.  Brad eased his cock into Randy’s mouth and began to pump--like he’d done so before (so it seemed to Danny.)

	It looked as if though Brad tried to cum inside his brother’s sucking mouth, but he had spent all his goo into his girlfriend.  He pulled out in agony and humped Randy’s face.  Randy sucked on the head, licked on the piss slit and humped the schlong with his hand.  At length he stopped and stood up, “You’re turn, bitch!”
	“I aint suckin’ your dick, faggot!” giggled Brad.
	“Fucker!” bitched Randy.
	“I cant believe you fell for it again!” Brad busted up laughing and Randy plowed into him.  Despite Brad being the older bro, Randy was more powerful.  Brad was athletic and a sort of bully, but Randy had a way about him (blind fury) and pelted his brother until they both fell onto the floor and Randy found himself straddling Brad’s face.
	“Suck me, bitch!” growled Randy and he came to sit right on his brother’s face, forcing his not-to-hairy balls into the boy’s mouth.  Brad fussed and thrashed about, his hands all over his brother’s bare naked ass.  It was quite intense and the boys made a lot of ruckus.
	In the end, though, Brad latched onto Randy’s nuggets and sucked them.  He did the narly task of “whistling on the skin”, too.  When young Randy was significantly hard and ready to cum a river, he repositioned himself between his bro’s legs.  Surprisingly (to Danny) Brad pulled his legs back at the knees, offering up his glory hole.  Randy poked the boy’s rectal rim and made insertion.
	Slow anal fucking.
	Danny was awed.
	Danny was appalled.
	Danny was curious.
	For Danny P, it was always girls.  And up until recently banging a girl was a new thrill; just getting off into her pussy was something.  Butt fucking a girl was something else.
	Butt fucking a hole that had a pair of swinging nuts attached was something else.  He assumed that it had to be similar to banging a girl’s backdoor.  And the only backdoor of a “guy” he could possibly poke would be Tucker.  He wondered; would Tucker go for it?  Danny was curious, what would it be like?  Could he let Tuck fuck HIS hole?
	If he had the mind altering thingy, he could zap Tucker and fuck his ass without him knowing!  Yeah!  Danny smiled.  Randy fucked.  Brad groaned.  Jill popped some pills and passed out…

*

	After a good fuck the boys dashed to the hall bathroom, but noted the dropped clothes basket at their parents’ door.  Carefully, and nakedly, the two horn dogs crept to the door that was open a crack.
	“Holy shit!” exclaimed aloud Brad.
	Randy stood bent over and nearly fell over, their mother sprawled out naked on her bed.  
	“Dude,” said Randy, “she’s toasted out on those pills.”
	Danny didn’t know what “pills” he referred to, but she was indeed “toasted”.  
	Then the boys ENTERED into the bedroom.
	Both walked right up to the bed.  Jill was toasted deep, mouth open, drooling a little.  Randy brought his hands together (at his mouth) and “let one go!” in simulation.
	Jill never stirred.
	Brad bumped the side of the bed with his knees.
	Nothing.
	“Mom.” called out a naked Randy.
	Nada.
	“Look at Randy,” said Brad, “he’s naked!”
	Zilch.
	Brad crawled onto the bed, touching his mother’s leg firstly with his hand, shaking her at the knee.  Then, more daringly, touched her knee with his still hard dick.
	Nothing.
	Randy was in shock.  Brad was in heaven--a dream cum true.  He quickly positioned himself and to his brother’s startled amazement, mounted and glided the head of his slicked up schlong against the poon that had bore him.
	“Dude, you’re whacked!” exclaimed Randy.
	Brad grinned and began inserting his penis into his mother’s cunt.

	Both boys took their turns, Brad spent as many as five minutes--he had grown a little frightened/scared a couple of times when his mother made motions of awareness--but then she digressed and Brad continued.  He gave a mighty thrust at the end and filled the crevice of womanness deeply and fully.  His slapping balls sounded squishy--like if someone were fucking a gelatin dessert.
	Randy took his turn, but only went two minutes.  He didn’t cum but had the “feeling” of orgasm just the same.  Jill made more “awareness” motions and the boys fled.
	Danny took another turn, Jill came around even more, Danny creamed her and bounded off just as she came alive in a very groggy state of being.
	Danny would have stayed but felt a sudden strangeness overwhelming him (again) and decided to make wise tracks. 

Behind Closed Doors (for a reason)
	Danny felt better hanging with his pal, Tuck.  The invisibility phenomenon HAD worn off.  Danny had barely made it home and to the “secret” laboratory when he felt more stranger than ever.  Checking a mirror he saw himself--and he was ever so glad!  He guessed six hours.  (pretty busy guy for just a measly six hours, huh?)
	A good hot shower, then a cold one, then a hot one again and he felt even better.  A self-help yourself dinner and a two hour nap made all the difference in the world, too.  Afterwards, he got with Tuck.  Danny had the gadget that had zapped him into the Unseen Status as well as the narly not sophisticated but immorally illegal Mind Warper (which was what was written in Danny’s dad’s tech journal.)
	Tuck didn’t believe the invisibility trick--but then there was truth in seeing--er, in NOT seeing.  Tuck was totally blitzed, then gassed when he himself was rendered invisible.
	“What are you doing?” Danny asked sensing his friend was “doing” something.
	“I’m getting’ naked!”
	And he was.  Danny held off from doing that, ‘what if the invisibility thingy wears off in LESS than six hours, or is strained ‘cause it’s making the both of us invisible?’ he kept the notion to himself, once Tuck got started on something he was impossible to stop.
	One thing of note, though the invisibility do-hicky thingamajig made them invisible--it also mad them invisible to one another.  The only time that they COULD see one another was when they where “close”--skin close, touching one another.  Even then it was kind of fuzzy.
	Once Tuck was nude, and happy about it, the two friends struck off to seek out the other member of their team--Samantha.

Things I never knew about you
	Danny and Tuck were not prepared for when they sneaked up on their friend, Samantha.  Both boys had their breathes stolen, their thoughts nulled and void, their eyes exposed to radiant light--
	On the bed in Samantha’s room Samantha lay sprawled out butt bare assed naked, fingering herself with a cucumber!  The vegetable slid up and down the girl’s cunny, and then IN.
	Not all the way in, but a little.
	In her asshole was a banana!
	A banana!
	Alligator clips (roach clips) were clipped to her nipples (and one to her clit--but the boys weren’t aware of what a “clit” was.)  Sam wriggled about on her bed, pounding her pussy, squeezing the mounds of her young teenage breasts.  She then rolled over and began SPANKING herself.  Both Danny and Tuck were unable to move, both had major erections going, both had cum matter oozing from their schlongs…
	Sam went on, fucking the banana and cucumber and spanking herself.  It was too much for Danny and Tuck, despite having the Mind Warper, the boys fled.
	Outside they leaned against the back fence--thoughts to their own.
	Tuck jacked himself, “Son-of-a-bitch!” he blurted at length.
	“Yeah.” said Danny.
	“That was an eye opener.”
	Danny gulped and found himself taking his own cock out and jacking it.  It would be awhile before the boys could settle down and move on to something else.

Something else
	Penelope Shadwicky was something else.  A whole lot of something else.  She was fourteen, a cheerleader, long straight blond hair that was only styled at the bangs.  She had a braided piece of hair about her head in a sort of tiara.  She was very pretty, popular, and desirable.  She did NOT acknowledge the existence of Danny and Tucker at Casper Jr. High, let alone the Earth!
	She wasn’t a bitch, but just one who had a different crowd and many followers.  It was the followers who mainly (mostly) kept the girl to her lofty perch, and defended her from the likes of commoners (i.e. Danny & Tucker.)
	“Hey, isn’t that Penny Shadwicky?” Tuck said as the boys cruised the mini mall nearby their neighborhood.
	It sure was.  Danny was all kinds of staring.  The girl sported a designer blouse with a very nice short gray skirt.  Very nice.  She was incredible.  Even across the two lane four lane inner city street the boys swore they could get a whiff of the girl’s perfume.  They didn’t know what kind it was but knew it was expensive.
	“Looks like she’s alone.” mentioned Danny.
	Tucker smiled, he bumped his shoulder to Danny’s,
	“You thinkin’ what I’M thinkin’?”	 
	Neither boy could maintain a solid thought--save for one; seeing Penny Shadwicky naked.  And with a narly device like the Mind Warper, they would!  Penny strolled along the mini mall strip window shopping.  It wasn’t really her kind of area, the mini mall was more in line for those in the lower income bracket.  And why alone?  In the day and age of sexual lecherous perverts on the prowl, illegal minding devices still rampantly in use, and the popularity of the girl--being alone was a bit strange.
	The boys crossed the street and piddled slowly half a block behind the girl as she nonchalantly made her way along.  Into a shoe store she went, but emerged minutes later, she bought nothing.  The boys stepped up closer not wanting their prey to get away.  Not a lot of shoppers were out, the day was the day for a big preliminary race and there were two other big events going on--a monster truck rally took many shoppers and a major concert was in progress across town.
	At the corner of the block by the great clock stand on the sidewalk Penny paused, she brushed her hand to the back of her ass, smoothing out her skirt.  She made a slight adjustment and waited patiently for the WALK sign.  Danny and Tuck hastened their step and continued following.
	It wasn’t until a full block and a half later that opportunity came.
	An alley specifically.  A service alley.  As their Prey stepped across the alley street, she was “zapped” into Zombie Status.  Danny and Tuck rushed quickly to her side.  She had been a mere twelve feet in front of them.
	Into the alley they went and then behind one of the buildings.  A great pile of broken down boxes stowed behind a pair of dumpsters was the perfect place.  Tuck was already naked; he dropped his clothes and Danny watched as the invisible Tuck slid Penny’s skirt down her legs.
	Danny slowly eased out of his own clothes.  He watched as Tuck continued undressing Penny.  He couldn’t see his friend, he was invisible, and it was kind of strange if not weird to see Penny’s clothes coming off while she was “zombiefied!”
	A blond pussy.  A full mound of light blond pubes, soft and lovely to see.  Neither Danny or Tuck knew how to tell if a girl was a “virgin” or not, but it was reported (in the later telling of the tale to Forrest & Co.) that there WAS some blood on Tuck’s dick, balls and thighs--and a significant amount of blood on Penny’s poon.
	Tuck slid onto the girl, Danny had to sit beside them, his hand on Tuck so as he could see him.  Tuck didn’t mind, and Danny found himself strangely remembering the Taylor boys fooling around with each other.
	As Tuck fucked, Danny cocked his head back to see Tuck’s cock slamming into Penny’s cunt.  Danny didn’t know if he was more horny about see a sex act in progress, Penny getting fucked, or Tuck’s cock doing the fucking!
	Hard pressed was Danny to keep himself from rubbing on Tuck’s ass, just his hand.  But Danny wanted to.  He wanted to feel of Tuck’s balls, what would it be like to fondle another dude’s cock?  What would it be like to FUCK another dude (like Tuck) in the ass--or to BE fucked (in the ass.)
	Danny was so pent up he was near out of control, Tuck finished his deed and rolled off, Penny moaned and groaned and Danny mounted her.
	Jill Taylor filled his mind, along with her sons screwing her.  Samantha filled his mind, too--fucking herself with the vegetables and fruit!  Then there was Jazz, his own sister!  Then there were those girls from the alley…
	On and on it went, Danny thinking, re-conjuring images of his past recent deeds, and sinking his aching bone into Penelope Shadwicky, a dream cum true.  He knew secretly then that with the Mind Warper there was NO girl safe!  Every girl desired at Casper Jr. High could be his!