August Moone Sagas
Book 6
Journeying
Chapter 39!
The End is Near?

Something Wicked This Way Is
	You know, just when you think you’ve got it all figured out, a minotaur comes along and takes a big dump on it.  Three mythical creatures slowly traipsed out into view and gathered at a tree, panting.  They didn’t seem to be fairing well in the blistering heat.  The tallest minotaur sniffed the air, made some sort of bleating sound.  One of the other minotaurs stepped off to one side and lifted up his metallic blue chainmail loincloth.  He then spread his legs wide, grunted, farted, and unloaded a massive mass of poo.
	The other minotaur merely lifted his metal loincloth and hauled out his massive bull-dick—then promptly began to pee a river.
	John watched cautiously, not daring to move despite the bothersome sweat in his eyes and trickling-tickling his underarms.  Any movement would surely alert the mythical creatures.  Surely.
	The minotaur in the middle, the sniffing one, stepped back with his tongue lolling out.  He scanned the area, shook his huge bull head and pulled out of a hip holster an object.  The object came to life sending out a huge burst of light that created a portal hovering some three feet above the ground.  All three minotaurs stepped thru and were gone.
	John slowly slid off of the hot as hell rock he had been laying on.  He paused a bit and scanned the desert-scape himself.  No sign of Jay, no sign of any living thing.  The New World began to be doubtful.  He had no weapons and doubted any minding device would work against the burly beasties.
	He paused a bit more than scurried back to the others.

*
The Good Son
	There was “stepping over the line” in screwing his sisters, and then there was STEPPING over the line in screwing his mother!  With Rudy he stripped her clothes off, opened her legs and stared at her “cookie”—as he had heard her call it (her pussy.)  He licked it (her pussy), sucked and diddled his tongue and finger into the delicate crevice.  His cum squirter splashed loads onto the virgin poon—he humped until he could go no more—and the stupid phone rang.
	He worried if the phone would disturb his zombied family.
	It was a girlfriend of Denise’s.  While he briefly spoke with the girl, Theo masturbated thinking of her—what color were her panties, did she even WEAR panties!?  Did she suck off her boyfriend(s), did she take it in the ass, was she naughty at all?  Theo knew that with his Device, those answers and more could be learned and how!
	After the phone call, Theo returned to his very naked sister, Trudy, fingered her pussy and somehow managed to keep himself from slipping his dick into her and fucking.  He settled for ogling her, sucking on her nipples, and cumming all over her pussy and asshole.
	Then he put his schlong into her mouth.
	Working her sweet head back and forth along his somewhat limp dick, Theo got incredibly hard and the desire to rape her ran like a fever throughout him.  She would have to be tied up and gagged, blindfolded if he were to pull it off without her knowing it was him once she woke up afterwards.   
	Taking a moment to himself he sat back.  Trudy moved some on her own and began to pee.  The urine exploded quickly and suddenly out of her pussy—Theo was awed at it, having never seen a girl pee before.  The urine stream arched out high and then dribbled down to a couple of involuntary squirts.  Theo then freaked as the pee had soiled the $5,000 throw rug from China, the Japanese coffee table, and the American Shaker sofa.
	Theo quickly raced to the kitchen grabbing cleaning supplies.  Which only made the stain worse.  Angrily he vented on Trudy, turning her over and smacking her bare ass.  Which only turned him on…
	A few light smacks followed by a few harder ones.  His cock was dramatically hard and primed—so into her backdoor hole he went; finding it very tight Theo spit on the hole, fingered it, diddled his fingers in his spunk from her pussy and lubed her anus up before making definite anal entry.

	There was an awful lot of moving on the sofa; Theo pounding his sister’s shit hole, her sweet face grinding against the cushion’s a pillow, her young black naked body flailing all over as she was pounded.  Theo managed most of his fuck meat into his sister’s funk hole, pulled out a couple of times to hump the girl’s virgin mound, crack, and cheeks and then plunged back into the hole to complete the deed.
	He was exhausted.
	He was a sweaty mess.
	The expensive cushions where even more soiled than they had been before!  At the moment, he didn’t care.  He sat his naked sweaty bare ass on the sofa arm to watch his cum ooze out of Trudy’s asshole.

	After a satisfying drink from the kitchen, Theo returned to determine his next step.  Which was Vanessa.  After rendering her totally naked, he spent some time grinding his limp dick against her pussy while suckling on her nominally pleasing titties.  Vanessa moaned and groaned and peed on him while he grinded!
	He urine splash mostly soiled him, but also got onto the sofa she was lain on.  Theo didn’t care, he’d worry about it later.  He bumped and grinded on the nude girl, satisfying every fantasy he had ever had about her, then sliding into her poon to complete the narly incestuous deed.
	He knew he was a dog, a cad, a bastard.  His cock slid into Vanessa’s cunt and seated itself well.  His balls nestled right up to her blow hole and for a few moments Theo merely lingered, straining the whole length of his cock inside his sister’s sex.  With slow methodic pumps he moved into a euphoric state of being.  Trudy had been a good fuck (in the ass), but sister Vanessa was terrific!  It wasn’t for certain if it was due to the fact that Vanessa was two years older and possibly more experienced or what…
	And Theo didn’t care.
	Try as he might, though, he couldn’t cum.  The orgasm was just right there, right at the brink of exploding, but he couldn’t cum.  He guessed he was “empty.”  He pumped and pumped until his energy levels took a serious drain on him.  Pulling out he basically lay on his nude sister, bits of cum leaking onto her.
	The phone ran again and someone was knocking at the door!

	Panic set in big time.  The phone was of no consequence, but the front door!  His family was in disarray, NAKED!  HE was naked with bits of cum dripping forth from his piss slit.  He had no energy.  Piss and cum stains stained the cushions.  He was not prepared to dress his family, himself, and make like everything was normal and to do so in a flash.
	Thru the beveled glass door he could only see an impatient form, knocking and ringing the doorbell.  Theo moved slowly to a side window and gave a peek.
	Colleen.  A friend of Denise’s.  She was a quirky girl who was into high fashion, light skinned; had a father who was a top lawyer who spoke several languages and was very dark skinned.  Her mother was a top nursing instructor who was incredibly beautiful and very dark skinned.
	Colleen was very bright, very skinny, had a GREAT ass and a nice crotch.  When she spoke and was excited (which was often) she babbled in multiple languages all at the same time in the same sentence.  
	Every since the day Denise had brought the skinny babbling girl home Theo had wanted to shag her—or at the very least see her naked, squatting to pee, poop, or masturbate.  Theo searched for his Device, favored his sore shoulder and with incredible gall, zapped the impatient teen at the door via an open side window.
	Getting the impatient girl inside was the next trick.

	With his clothes on Theo opened the door and gently pulled the mystified girl in.  He didn’t see any neighbors watching but a little paranoia was a good thing.  Down came her slacks, nice tight purple loose fitting things—she normally wore skin tight jeans; which cause Theo to dash to the bathroom upstairs and quick beat off…
	Colleen Matthers was a hottie—she had incredible looks; tight ass, sweet smelling, hip, trend follower, and was generally sweet all over.  Theo had her slacks down and stared eye level to her poon.  Tight lavender panties, hi-cut.  There was a super nice “mound” greeting him and gingerly he lowered the panties, revealing the delectable treasure within.
	Again, he had little idea of how to tell a virgin pussy from a non-virgin pussy.  He didn’t care, either.  He stared at the poon, the hairs were soft Theo found himself licking her as she stood—his hands clamped nicely to her perfectly shaped ass.
	Overpowered by lust, Theo gently lay the girl out on the floor, slipping off ALL of her clothing.  He tried savoring what he saw of the nude vixen, his balls and cock ached terribly—but he didn’t care.  He lay on the girl and eased into her poon his cock.

	She was a virgin.
	Had been a virgin.
	Theo didn’t feel badly about breaking her cherry; he was a little grossed out by the blood coating his dick and her pussy, though.  Using her own panties he wiped off his dick and cleaned her cunny.  Some time was spent suckling on Colleen’s lovely dainties, and with his dick hard again, he re-stuffed her and went until he came.
	The phone rang again.  Frustrated he answered it and naturally it wasn’t for him but for his sister Denise.  “She’s in the shower.” He told the caller, a male caller.  Theo assumed the boy was “warm for her form”.  He smiled and stroked his black snake and went to his sister Denise, stripped off her clothes slowly one piece at a time to savoring his illicit doing, then ogled her naked body.  
	The light pink panties she had worn Theo had left on lastly.  He worked the satiny garment slowly down her legs, rolling them as he went.  Denise had barely any fur on her poon, it was very neatly trimmed and pressed.  Theo’s rock was as hard as a cock!
	Opening Denise’s legs Theo went down, licking the girl’s poon.  It was musty and reeked some of urine.  Theo didn’t mind—didn’t care.  He smiled, grinned and munched poon pie.
	Soon his cock commanded attention.  For a moment or two he humped on the poon, grinding hard against the supple entrance; his testicles pressing against the bewildered girl’s asshole.  There was no holding back and Theo made slow gentle entry.  His eyes fluttered, his ass tightened; Denise’s cunt griped his cock and lovingly kissed it with a soothing orgasmic massage.
	Theo began to cum right off.
	Try as he might he tried to hold off cumming to lengthen the sex act.
	But no going.  The sensation was too great and his cock squirted his love juices DEEP into his sister’s quim.  There was no stopping, Theo humped and humped and at last gave in to dog/rabbit fucking to get every bit of enjoyment from the deed as possible.
	When done and done, Theo sucked on his sister’s tits, squeezed the nipples and grinded his limp dick against her cum soaked cunt.  He suddenly found himself pressing his mouth against hers!  It wasn’t for the sake of love but merely continuing incestuous behavior.  Passion.  His passion enveloped him, overtook him and compelled him to smooch her.  His tongue danced madly inside her mouth and she reciprocated.

	His mind was in overload.  His cock exploding.  The sensations were sensational.  No thoughts.  None.  Nothing concrete.  Trudy, Vanessa, Colleen, Denise.  His cock had been in their bodies, his cum had anointed them, he had defiled them.  In his mind were images of Carol, Charise, Ms. Packer, Ms. Valen, that high school library assistant Julie Habner; then virtually every girl he knew—young and old.  In his mind he had their images of what they looked like naked, in their panties with his splooge all over them!
	Of course, there was one more…
	   
	Screwing his sisters was one thing, screwing even his sister not turned twelve yet was one thing, taking a girl off of the street to check her wares—to fondle her and such was one thing, to zap a girlfriend of Denise’s and have his way with her was one thing…
	But to frolic with his mother?
	He was a dog.
	A horny dog.
	A downright scoundrel.
	Naked was his mother in almost a blink-wink of an eye.  She had many clothes, she was a professional person and despite the weather being warm, layered herself in clothing.  But the skirt outfit was one that was light and airy.  There was the dress jacket, blouse, and underthings.  Other than the panties and bra there was the half slip AND pantyhose!
	Theo somehow managed but didn’t remember actually undressing her.  He knew he had laid her out on the sofa, raised her legs to gawk at her special place between her legs, then worked her pantyhose and panties down.  After that he didn’t really remember stripping her down to the skin.
	But he did.
	The scoundrel.
	Once nude, Theo paused to look her over.  His mind was virtually empty—so was his balls.  He fondled them and then found himself on top of the one who had bore him; his cock grinded against her pussy.  Her skin was a sheen luscious black, a light chocolate that was smooth in texture, like pudding!  
	Up and down the love entrance Theo humped, pressing the meat of his sonly cock against her poon.  Then, slowly ever so slowly he made dutiful entry.  He felt the stirrings of a terrific orgasm blasting thru his loins as his meat stick made entry.

	He held off cumming and concentrated on fucking.
	Slow methodic pumps, straining his shaft until he couldn’t stand it.  He had gone over the top, the ultimate sin.  And he didn’t care.  Not a bit.  In facts, after the first initial fuck of his mum, he was going to doink her again!  (as soon as his black snake was capable of doing so)

	For a few minutes or so there was regret.  He knew that he had stepped over the line, over the boundary of decency.  It was beyond incest, although incest was the primary misdeed.  His cock needed the time to recover, his mind the time to ponder.
	Poinder-ponder-ponder.
	His sisters, mother, and Colleen remained mind-locked.  Theo didn’t know exactly just how long a person’s mind remained zombiefied under the power of the Device.  He had to think, if his family plus one “woke” up while he was gawking at them, fucking one, doing something else naughty, could he explain it?  Could he “zap” them again?  Could he pretend that HE was also under the mysterious control of a Device?
	He decided not to worry about it.  His family (plus one) was unconscious and that was good enough for him.

	Like a kid in a candy shop told to “go wild”, Theo was beside himself with a super sensitive cock and five pussies to fill.  It was giddiness, mostly associated with girls, young school girls so Theo didn’t acquaint himself with that particular term.  But it was the only one that fit—giddiness.
	He returned to Trudy, opened her legs and began fingering her cunny as well as stuffing her asshole.  Trudy moaned some and twisted her young naked body.  Was that a sign?  Theo worried slightly.  Just slightly.  Then went down on his young sibling, devouring the whole of her hairless cunny, driving his tongue into it until that pivotal moment arrived whereas he could not longer hold back…
	Trudy moaned more, screwed up her face; her nipples perked right up and Theo made slow methodic thrusts into her body.  It seemed as though Trudy was “into” it as she seemingly pumped back and made facial expressions of not so much as pain & discomfort as more to “ooooooh” and “ahhhhhh.”
	Theo pumped his fill, trying to make the fuck lasting but there was that sudden surge of orgasmic explosion that perpetuated hurriedness.  He came.  In quarts.  His thrusts were the same but his motion had decreased.  Squirt after squirt jutted from his snake, it was like one of those long held needs to pee had finally been relinquished.

	After a bit of rest and annoyance by the telephone constantly ringing, Theo sized up Vanessa again.  With Vanessa he turned her over having her waist bend over the overstuffed arm of the sofa.  He then smoothed his hand over her ass, spanked it a little—and then a lot.
	When Vanessa made audible exclaims of pain, Theo stopped and felt serious fear.  But somehow, amazingly, Vanessa remained locked down and Theo returned to spanking her, but not as hard.
	It was by the spanking that revitalized his sore aching cock.  He smacked his member against his sister’s ass and when it was stiff enough began poking her dirt chute.
	It wasn’t quite as stiff as he would have liked it and had some minor troubles making full anal entry, but dire determination being what it was he managed.  As his cock slid into her backdoor his hands slid up and down her lovely chocolate brown body; he spent time squeezing her breasts, tweaking the nipples, and once more smacking the hips.
	He didn’t cum but that was alright; there was the experience of having cum that was just as good.  He pulled out and watched the girl’s funk hole close back up.  His cock had unloaded some cum, it was a clear sticky liquid and made bubbles as it was expelled from her hole.
	Like a kid in a candy store told to “go wild.”

	With his cock in severe ache Theo settled for “riding” Denise.  Laying the girl out on the floor he schlepped his salami between her sixteen year old mounds and rode her until he could stand it.  As he pumped he pressed the more than ample titties over his pumping black snake.  Regardless, though, his cock refused to get hard.  Which was a shame, he did so want to poke her friend, Colleen and take a few minutes with his mother…
	He thought of a shower and wondered if he could pull it off.
	So far he had been doing okay.  How long his family plus one would remain under the zombie control of the Device he didn’t know.  He knew that he could “release” them, but…
	He took the gamble and dashed upstairs for a quick shower.  A cold one.  He took a moment on the toilet and then dashed back to his still unconscious family.  He was about to lay his bone to Colleen when there were a bevy of sirens erupting into the night.  Warning sirens as well as police and fire.
	“Attention!  Attention!  All citizens, go to your basements, arm yourselves, minotaurs are in our city…” the police and fire department announcements were startling—but had been anticipated.  Like Midwest sirens warning of an approaching twister, fixed sirens warned of monsters.

	In a fever pitch Theo raced about dressing his family, Colleen, and himself.  Again he could not locate the minding device, when he did he was in such a panic that he fumbled and dropped it.
	A tiny piece with a button popped off.
	Not good.
	The entire unit shut down.
	There were three small windows with the one in the middle something like a meter indicator indicating strength/weakness.  The other two flanking it were something else Theo had no idea what they were really but they indicated the likelihood of Success and Stability of Mind Control.
	And then there was chaos.
	Sirens, flashing lights, and gun fire.
	Racing foolishly to the window Theo saw them.  How many of “them” he wasn’t sure, but they were HUGE.  They appeared much larger than on television news casts.  They were menacing and bore ancient weapons; swords and crossbows.  The police were using high powered nominal weapons and they did very little if anything against the huge beasts.  The fire department used their high pressure hoses and that seemed to help push back and topple the encroaching creatures.
	Chaos.

*

I know what you did this Summer!
	In that same town but not the same area and days before another sort of chaos was blossoming.  A young Ruthie Hamilton had turned thirteen.  Finally.  It had been a long-long year.  At the last minute her breasts had blossomed and she had gotten pubes!
	She had also gotten a boyfriend AND a date!
	Then came to all familiar “lecture.”
	Strangely, though, the lecture was not so much from her single mother but from her friends, older sister and her husband.  The older sister was actually kind of cool about the “lecture”, it was in hubby who annoyed Ruthie.  The hubby, Kyle, had only recently married Ruthie’s sister, AND moved into the house.  The house needed a man since the recent loss of the girls’ daddy.  Ruthie liked the man, he had charm and wit and was far better than most of the boys her sister had dated.
	He was also a cop.  A city officer.
	He had only recently turned 24 years young, while sister Lucy was a mere 21.

	Ruthie figured the “lecture” from her mother was light and not with a lot of substance was due in part that her mother was tired, working, and not quite over the loss of the love of her life.  The lecture was brief, “be careful, use your sense, carry mace and your whistle.”
	The lecture (about dating and boys) from sister Lucy was with a little more umph, the warning about a boy’s raging hormones and pure desire to “get into your pants.”  Ruthie didn’t believe that her beau “Allen” was like that.
	The lecture from Kyle was the strongest.
	It annoyed Ruthie as the pressure mounted, Kyle was dissen her boyfriend and the two hadn’t even gone out on their date yet!
	Luckily for Ruthie, though, she knew stuff.  Stuff she shouldn’t know.
	As the lecture from Kyle continued, and his berating of a boy he had only met twice briefly continued—young finally teen Ruthie had had enough.  
	“I’m HORNY!” she exclaimed suddenly.
	Kyle’s breath was taken away.  He stood dumbfounded and resoundingly stunned at the young girl’s outburst.
	“It’s what YOU say!” retorted the girl.
	Kyle was in shock.  He DID exclaim such a statement, but it was usually in private with his new wife, Ruthie’s sister, Lucy.
	“You’re ALWAYS horny!” continued Ruthie not letting up and not allowing the stunned Kyle to get his breath.  “It’s what Lucy says all the time about you.” she smiled and then pointed out the “boner.” 
	“And THAT says it all!” despite Kyle’s dark blue slacks, his adult bone bulged and made itself known.
	“I know what you and Lucy do,” continued-continued Ruthie, “and I don’t think my Mom would like to know what you do in this house.”
	And there was more to that, too.
	“I know you have some of my panties, too!”
	“AND I know what you do with them!”
	Kyle was about to have a heart attack.
	“Oh shit.” he burbled.
	Ruthie smiled.  The smile Ruthie had was incredible.  She had a way about her when she smiled as the young girl’s illumination warmed whoever saw it.  Kyle was confused.  AND he WAS horny!
	“It’s okay, though,” said Ruthie, “about my underwear.”
	“So,” said Ruthie still smiling, “you going to let me see it?”
	“See what?”

	Ruthie pursed her lips and grinned big.  Her beautiful blue eyes eyed Kyle’s “bulge.”  
	Kyle was petrified.
	Ruthie continued smiling, lips pulled in, eyeing his bulge.
	The mother of the house was “out.”  So was the other subject matter, Lucy.  The home was a nice modest two-story abode in a mid-scale neighborhood.  No pool, but cant have everything.  There was a two-car garage, large backyard, lots of trees and shrubs, decent furnishings, and an abundance of “quaintness.”
	Casually Kyle brushed his hand down to his bulge.  Ruthie leaned against the granite countertop in the kitchen.  Between her legs there was a tingling, and a moistness.  Her asshole, itched, too!
	It was Summer, near time for school to let out for the infamous Summer break.  Ruthie hoped to go to Summer featuring horses.  But with the pesky minotaurs and green tornado storms on the rampage across the country—that likelihood was nil.
	So Ruthie strove to seek other forms of excitement…

	“Ruthie,” said Kyle, “I-I cant.” 
	Ruthie cocked her head, ‘Oh yes you can!’
	The desire to “whip it out” was there, Ruthie knew it.  Kyle was nervous, what he did in the scope of “naughtiness” he did so privately—in the bathroom or his bedroom.  He looked like a frightened dog.
	“Wanna see mine, first instead?” quipped Ruthie.
	Kyle began to sweat.  A lot.  His eyes opened wide and watched in awe as Ruthie Hamilton raised up her gray pleated skirt revealing her light gray stripped panties.
	Kyle lost his ability to breathe again.  He gulped for air and stared and then watched as the new teenager hooked a thumb into the top of her gray undies and eased them down just enough to show her poon.
	Kyle leaned from where he stood in the kitchen to peek at the exposure.  Methodically, his hand gouged his bulge.  Ruthie grinned and giggled.  She turned a little red and her desire to see Kyle’s schlong increased ten-fold.
	With Kyle’s eyes bulging and tongue lolling, mischievous Ruthie worked down her panties to mid-thigh; then slowly she turned about, bent over and pulled her skirt up so as to show off her darling little butt.
	“Oh, God, Ruthie!” exclaimed Kyle, he was in a fever pitched and creaming off in his underwear.
	Ruthie smiled, success!

	With her gray panties at her ankles, Ruthie had her brother-in-law’s full attention.  She bent over as far as possible and used a hand to “pull a cheek.”  Kyle was beside himself, his face all screwed up with angst.  
	Ruthie finally stood and turned, cocked her head to one side and in one fluid motion pulled off all of her clothes.  She had a knack in doing such, she wore her private school jacket, blouse, undershirt, bra, and skirt outfit.  In one fluid motion they were cast off onto the floor and the new thirteen horny year old stood nude.
	More cream was being spilled inside Kyle’s underwear.
	Ruthie stepped out of her panties and attempted to scoot herself up onto the breakfast table.  Kyle helped.  A quick move hefting the girl who didn’t weigh much for her age—she was slender, short, and naked!
	Ruthie giggled continuously, parted her legs and laid back to provide ample viewing of her goodie.  And Kyle amply looked.
	“Oh my God…” he breathed.  He closed his eyes and shuddered all over.

	With Ruthie laying back, legs open, the full view of her poon was available for viewing—and Kyle viewed.  He gouged his begging cock with the heel of his hand while the rest of him lusted heavily.
	Ruthie fingered her naked quaking quim, ‘Fuck me!  Fuck me!  FUCK ME!’ perched on her quivering lips.   Her young legs flailed about, toes crinkling, pussy trembling and already “moist.”
	It was too much for Kyle, ‘be damned the consequences!’ and he went down on her.
	The girl’s poon was not dissimilar to her big sister’s poon.  It only enthralled Kyle more.  While he noshed on the quivering cunt he undone his slacks and began working his prick.  Ruthie wriggled about on the table, fucking his face.  Down into her moist crevice he went, slapping his tongue all about the girl’s quim.  If Lucy or the girls’ mother should come upon them!
	He didn’t want to think about that.
	He was a cop.  A newly married man.  Living in the house of his new wife with her just turned teenage sister—and he was contemplating the ultimate sin.
	When he could stand it no longer—and neither could young Ruthie, Kyle stopped licking the girl’s poon and stood up; his cock rested momentarily against her love entrance.  Ruthie sat up and stared at the cock.

	“Haven’t you seen one before?” he wryly.
	Ruthie to his surprise shook her head, no.
	Ruthie had come out of her early child stage of having a frizzied head to one of having straight hair.  Beautiful strands of light brown, heavy bangs, and there was some similarities to her older sister in the face.  That only helped Kyle with his unnatural desires.  
	Ruthie reached for the pulsing prong, Kyle stood with his slacks slipping down his legs.  He still had his boxers on but wondered why.  Ruthie griped the dick and worked the crank with a loving touch.  Her sister Lucy was not so into “handling” his meat; she was naughty, sure, but had limits.  She enjoyed doggiestyle, freestyle, around-the-world, facial (but no swallowing.)  Kyle could just about get her talked into anything sexual.
	Ruthie seemed enamored with Kyle’s cock.  Kyle found himself the same.  He slipped one hand down inside his boxers while the other squeezed his dick at the base.  Ruthie worked a hand up and down the 7-inch shaft, fascinated by the “head” and the dangling testicle sac.  (her other hand was “busy” between her legs!)
	“Can I kiss it?”
	Kyle was once more stunned.  How’d she know about something like that or would want to?
	“I saw you and Lucy doing that—she kissed it and then you kissed her between HER legs.”
	Oh.
	Kyle stepped back, the urge to stuff the girl decreasing but only by a RCH.  (Red Cunt Hair)  Ruthie hopped nakedly off of the table and addressed the waggling cock before her.  Being of short stature and Kyle of TALL stature, Ruthie merely had to stand and flick her tongue to the piss slit—just like she had seen her sister doing late at night.
	‘Such talent!’ Thought Kyle.  Abnormal talent for such a young girl, but then again—lots of girls Ruthie’s age were already “pros.”  Which was a shame—but then again, maybe not!  Ruthie engulfed the pulsing knob, rolling her talented tongue around the super sensitive crown.  Try as he might Kyle could not stop the jutting flow of his love cream.
	Ruthie, though, didn’t seem to mind.
	Casually Kyle wondered if she had sucked a cock before.  He noted that she wasn’t retching or gagging are making any disparaging faces.  She sucked like she knew how to suck.  Kyle wanted to ask her some questions—he was a cop for gosh sakes and it was his duty to…
	“OH!” he exclaim suddenly as a sudden surge of cum exploded from his cock and filled Ruthie’s sweet thirteen year old cock sucking mouth.

	Ruthie devoured the jutting cock, somehow managing to swallow very nearly the entire length of the man’s shaft—his cum shooting straight down her throat!  Kyle instinctively put his hand to the back of her head and helped her as she continued to bob up and down—back and forth.  Gobs of his cum spurted down her gullet, the sensation was fantastic and almost as good a cumming off into a pussy.
	Ruthie drained him.  She smacked her lips and had not let any of his cream spill.  She sat back some to watch as the once powerful schlong suddenly began to limp out.  Systematically she began to frig her pussy, she found a new sensation in doing so—it was more dramatic.  Her nipples tingled as well as her pussy and so did her asshole!
	After a moment or two Ruthie moved to hoist herself back up onto the table.  Kyle missed it as he was still mesmerized but the blow job.  Her sister Lucy couldn’t even suck him like that!
	When he had finally regained some composure, some; Kyle once more returned to licking out Ruthie’s cunt.  It was a nice cunt and Kyle buried his nose into it, his thumb pressing on the outside labia while his tongue flicked all about madly.  He knew that his flaccid penis would soon “arise” and he would fuck her.
	She wasn’t a virgin.  But not a slut, either, Kyle noted.  Again he wanted to quiz her as a big brother (in-law) should, he had known the girl for some time and she and he did so regard one another as brother/sister.  Prior to “Allen” her current boyfriend, Ruthie had no other suitors.  Kyle wondered who she had “messed” with?
	Or had she deflowered herself some other way?
	With Lucy he had learned that she had had sex with a banana, a cucumber, and the round wooden knobs of her bed frame.  (she also stuffed them into her asshole, spanked herself, and put alligator clips to her nipples, clit, and pussy lips!)
	How kinky, then, was Ruthie?  Kyle desperately wanted to know, but by the time he was ready to question her his cock was ready to fuck her.  His cock won out and he stood on numb-trembling legs.  Ruthie spread her legs wide—she was ready.  Kyle worked his crank a couple of times, then began running it up and down her entrance before easing the head inward.
	Ruthie had not been fucked previously by a cock, other “items” yes, but not a cock.  She clung to the edge of the table, her ass right on the edge itself as Kyle’s manly manhood made monstrous maneuvers into her womanness.
	The car door slam sent the two lovers into a tizzy.

	By the sound of the car door slam and the scent of a particular perfume wafting in the listless air it could only be one unannounced person home early—Ruthie’s mother, Anna.
	Lovers Kyle and Ruthie had managed to grab up their clothes and bolt into the hall and the laundry room and then onto the washer/dryer set in their own enclosure.  It was a spur of the moment type thing and Ruthie had hidden their before…
	But the two were naked and straining to listen as Anna came into the house from the side door at the kitchen.  It was then that Ruthie discovered a critical missing item of clothing—her gray panties.
	Kyle knew where they were—as did Ruthie—kitchen floor.
	Only for a moment or so did Ruthie feel actual fear; being busted by her mother would be the living end.  Being busted by her sister, too, wouldn’t be too good.  But then, the fear subsided and Ruthie was once more giddy—sitting nakedly on the washer with a NAKED man her brother-in-law sitting squished beside her.
	The scent of Anna’s perfume filled the air, indicating that she was close.  For a moment again, Ruthie felt fear—her mother had found her panties and was coming to deposit them in the washer.  That would be bad.  Very bad.  Really-really bad.
	But then her humming voice was heard going off elsewhere, she had made a turn out of the kitchen and was going up the stairs—depositing the cast off panties that Ruthie would have to explain somehow to her room.
	Kyle breathed a sigh of relief.
	Ruthie fingered her pussy.

	It was a tough day, Ruthie and Kyle slowly dressed—but Ruthie was still horny and Kyle had his hands full (not literally) keeping the girl from enticing him to boff her right there on the washer/dryer.  They dressed and made themselves scarce.  Anna, though, knew that the two were home—Kyle’s car was at the curb, Ruthie’s panties had been found on the kitchen floor…
	Ruthie managed to play the discarded undies off when encountering her mother while carrying a load of her own laundry.  She made a confusing statement that made no sense but Anna was used to her daughter’s doubletalk.  She also knew that there was more to the clothing collection, going back and forth up the stairs, discarding clothing articles to collect later on the way to the washer and so on.  But Anna was a busy woman and didn’t have time to quiz her child on something that was probably trivial.

	Kyle made his way to his shower and sunk down in the stall fondling himself.  He had licked out Ruthie’s pussy.  She had SUCKED his dick AND swallowed his spunk!  He had been right on the verge of sticking his dick into her thirteen year old pussy and fucking her!
	Married only six months and he was on the verge of seriously breaking his vows.  What’s more, he was STILL considering doing so!  He thought that if he COULD screw Ruthie then his desire for her would be satisfied and he could go on.
	Maybe another blowjob, up the ass, and between her legs.  Just one each and he’d call it good.
	Maybe a BJ “every now and then”.
	And if she was “horny” as she had stated blatantly in the kitchen maybe he’d stick her to satisfy her, but he wouldn’t make it a habit.
	Maybe.
	It was a lot of maybes.
	It was complicated.
	When Lucy finally came home, he took another shower—with her with him and gave her the doinking of her life!
	And Ruthie watched them—she had a special peekhole to their room and bathroom from the sanctity of her closet.  The young peek had stripped off all of her clothing and was feverishly fingering herself when her mother (Anna) came into the room.  Luckily, though, Ruthie had closed the walk-in closet door.  Anna, though, OPENED said door.  Ruthie, however, was concealed under a mound of clothes and toys.  She held her breath and fingering and waited.  She could just see her mother.  There was no light source in the closet so that helped.  Anna made some disparaging remarks about the closet clutter and then left.
	Ruthie farted and continued fingering herself while spying on her “lover” and Lucy.

	Later that night…
	“You nearly got us dead!” griped Kyle.
	Ruthie smiled and stuffed her sweet face with the chocolate cake she was holding.  It was after midnight and Ruthie as usual had the munchies.  Kyle was unable to sleep. And he had a feeling he would find Ruthie in the kitchen.  And he was right!
	Cocking his head he watched as the silly teen lifted up her gray mid-thigh length tee-shirt that served as pajamas.  No panties.  He wanted to be angry with her and he had a right to be.  But he couldn’t.  He got hard instead.

	Kyle was at a loss for words.  Ruthie noshed on her crumbly cake while leaning against the kitchen sink so as not to spill crumbs to give herself away—not like the missing pieces would be noticed and not like she had left her underwear on the floor hours earlier.
	Ruthie farted.  A bubbly rip and she giggled all the more.
	Kyle was beside himself.  She was something—really something!  He was supposed to be a professional person, mature.  He was married, a police officer and a something of a big brother to Ruthie—but his desires to have outlandish sex with her filled him.  No amount of stuffing the girl’s sister had satiated him, he was still horny and only briefly while jerking off into a pair of Ruthie’s panties was he satisfied to the point of where he could get some sleep.  But that had last only about an hour.  He had awoken to find Lucy sound to sleep beside him.  He had toyed with her breasts and attempted “back door entry” but his thoughts were on Ruthie.
	Ruthie polished off the cake and down half a glass of milk, Kyle noshed on a piece of chicken and watched the girl.  Just hours earlier he had had her on the kitchen table—NAKED!  He had had his TONGUE in her pussy!  She had SUCKED his dick—OFF!  Then, the ultimate sin—his bare naked cum squirting cock had lain against her somewhat virginal pussy and very nearly had made vaginal entry.
	He had begun to sweat again.  His cock was hard.  His desires harder.
	He couldn’t.  He couldn’t go thru with it.  He was a cop.  A married man!  He was living in his new wife’s mother’s home!  The circumstances for being caught with his willy in or ON any part of Ruthie was unconscionable if not inconceivable.
	Then Ruthie—dear sweat Ruthie Marie Hamilton slipped off her tee-shirt.
	“Oh shit.” Blurted Kyle.  Oh shit indeed!
	Got your anti-diarrhea medicine handy?  Lots more Shitting coming right up…
	 
	Ruthie.  Ruthie-Ruthie-Ruthie.  The little vamp washed her hands, burped, then turned to back up against the sink counter.  Kyle stood at the table in bewildered wonderment—with a raging boner raging.
	“I gotta pee.” she boldly announced.
	“So go down the hall and pee.” 
	Ruthie only smiled and beheld a very mischievous grin.
	Kyle stared at the young naked wonder suddenly finding himself “rubbing” himself.
	“Help me up.” she said.

	Kyle looked to her, “Huh?”
	“I gotta pee, help me up.”
	“Y-you going to PEE in the sink!?”
	Ruthie grinned and nodded that it was so.
	Kyle was mystified.  More than that—stupefied!  But dumbfoundedly anyways, he hefted the young girl up onto the sink counter.  Though she was a mere thirteen year old she had the body size of a pippy ten year old—which was only a mere intrinsic lure for Kyle.
	Ruthie maneuvered herself back so as she was positioned right over the sink; then, with legs open and leaning back, she began to pee.  Kyle was totally blown away—peeing in the sink!
	But regardless of how disgusting it was—Kyle had a raging boner.  It was raging!  Slowly he lowered his pajama bottoms (of which all he was wearing) and freed his monstrous schlong.  He began stroking the mammoth prick, squeezing and desiring to see it slamming in and out of Ruthie’s cunt.
	Ruthie farted, leaning over to one side to “crack a cheek” she ripped a narly butt blast.  She giggled and blushed and completed her piss.  Ruthie moved to be on the hard granite counter, opening her legs wide and enticing her lover.
	He didn’t need to be too enticed and went down on the girl never minding the fresh pee.  He licked, sucked, and fingered the girl’s cunt, devouring the entire cunny and giving her such a thrill that she peed a little more INTO HIS MOUTH!
	Kyle didn’t care and tantalized the girl’s cunt until she was frantic.

	When Ruthie was in “frantic” mode, it was time.  The counter of which the naked nymph sat was too high for Kyle to “nail” her.  He carried her to the table to once attempt illicitness.  
	Once more his throbbing cock tough forbidden territory.  Ruthie wriggled about, her young cunny tantalized to the point whereas it was already “wet” with anticipation.  Feverishly the girl frigged her cunny.  She bit hard into her lower lip and clung to the table—waiting.
	She didn’t have to wait long.  Her lover pressed the head of his cock against her cunny and it was rubbed up and down the entrance.  Then he stopped.  Shaking his head, dripping with sweat and filled with fear, he couldn’t
	“We’re-we’re going to make a mess,” he blathered, “on the table.”
	Ruthie sat up a little disgruntled about once more being put off.  She stared at the man’s cock and wasn’t about to let it go.

	Being just a bit after midnight, the night air was fresh and clean.  The grass was a little damp, too.  Birds chirped, a siren in the city wailed, a dog barked down the street, someone gunned the engine of a Harley, and thirteen year old Ruthie Hamilton lay on her back, naked, legs open, receiving her sister’s husband’s cock to her cunny.
	Slowly Kyle made entry, being gentle to the pussy that was virgin to cock.  She had dutifully fucked herself with various vegetables and bed posts, they did little in preparing her or satisfying her in her sexual lust quest.  Clumps of grass she pulled up as Kyle’s massive fuck pole glided into her sex.
	“Tell me if I’m hurting you.” Kyle whispered.  
	Ruthie said nothing but bit into her lip all the harder.  It WAS different that fucking herself with a cucumber, but she was under the impression that after the first initial fuck from a guy’s dick that the preceding fucks would be better.
	Slowly but surely Kyle made entry, sliding as much of his prick into the horny girl as possible.  When he met extreme resistance he figured that he was poking the back of the girl’s cunt and should stop.  He was satisfied with half of his cock in her.  Her cunny was snug enough and he began to pump.
	Ruthie rocked, gyrated, and arched her back trying to get into the rhythm of being fucked.  It took a little while.  Slowly she got over the discomfort and opened her eyes.  She saw stars, laying in her backyard getting doinked she looked up to the inky darkness that was her universe and was getting laid by her sister’s husband who was a city cop!  It didn’t get any better than that!
	Well…

	Anna worked as an administration administrator and worked from eight a.m. in the morning type time to four in the afternoon type time.  Lucy worked as a receptionist for a geology company, she worked from nine a.m. to loosely four-thirty/five-o’clock.
	Kyle worked as an instructor for self-defense at local high schools and administration duties at the police station.  He also went on patrol on an irregular basis.  His schedule was flexible but he was usually out of the house by seven a.m. and wandered back in for lunch at the regular type time with official duty business concluded by three p.m.
	Ruthie went to school at eight a.m. and returned home by three p.m.
	Ah.

	As soon as Ruthie was home, doors and phone messages checked, she was stripping out of her clothes.  Her young pussy was sore, but overly so.  She yearned to have another go and eagerly awaited her lover.  She didn’t have to wait long.  (she saw his “boner” long before he arrived…)
	Poor Kyle, he was in a tizzy, beside himself—literally.  Part of him desired Ruthie deeply.  He had been in her mouth and pussy, her asshole remained.  She was young.  She was willing.  She was horny.  She was young.
	Kyle was a cop.  Just a couple of years on the job, still considered a rookie.  He was a newly married man living in the house of his wife’s mother.  (and secretly, he had desires for HER, too!)  He was moral, or so he had thought he was.  He had gone to church but had gotten out of the regime of regular attendance due to his police duties.
	Seeing young Ruthie naked quickly dissipated his concerns and worries.  He rubbed himself and Ruthie came to him.  Kyle barely had time to make sure that they were alone.  Kyle had come into the kitchen as it was situated at the back of the house and more secure.
	Ruthie placed her hand on Kyle’s uniform black slacks.  His cock was very prominent and she giggled all over and shuddered with glee.  Kyle ran his hands through her hair and ditched his utility belt.  (his weaponry already locked up at the police station)—but he had a spare second handgun in a leg holster.
	Slowly Ruthie put her mouth about the bulge and began sucking him thru his pants!  Kyle fumbled undoing his trousers, undoing his shirt and aching terribly.  He moaned and scarcely could believe what was happening.  Ruthie was in control.  
	Naked Ruthie freed Kyle’s schlong and grinned big as she examined it up close and very personal.  Gripping the pulsing rod she massaged the member until pre-cum began to squirt.  Kyle was stunned.  His mind in overload as he simply allowed the young teen he basically regarded as his sister play with his prick!
	Ruthie, though, did more than “play”.  After some squeezing of the throbbing dong Ruthie once more engulfed the head of the dick and began sucking.  Rolling her tongue about the super-super sensitive crown put Kyle into orbit.  Lucy did alright gobbling his bone but she wasn’t very good—she needed to take lessons from her sister!

	Squeezing his dick at the base Ruthie stretched the hot throbbing cock all the more.  Cum was squirting out before she had slobbered down half of the amazing fuck pole.  Kyle knew that his bulbous tip was in the girl’s gullet, right at her tonsils!  Ruthie was good!
	Not a drop was spilled.  Cum squirted and squirted and all Kyle could do was let it.  The feeling was too much to ignore or put aside.  As his cock began to limp out, Ruthie withdrew at last.  She grinned big; smacking her lips and having an incredible glow about her—especially in the eyes.
	Kyle had to sit down.
	Ruthie came and sat on his lap, straddling him.  She scooted her body up to his and he checked out strongly her young teenage breasts.  They were small, palm sized with perfectly shaped areoles.  The skin was super soft with the nipples hard.  Slowly Kyle was getting “stiff” again as he toyed with the teen’s tits.
	Ruthie wriggled some on the man’s lap, she stared into his face and Kyle knew.  It was a mutual feeling and even a more bigger sin than that of simply having sex with the girl—kissing.  Though screwing someone other than his dear wife, Lucy, KISSING Kyle regarded as the ultimate breakage of marriage vows.  
	They kissed.  Ruthie embraced Kyle and he her.  Their lips met and their passion increased tenfold.  So did Kyle’s cock.  His hands roamed all over the girl’s body; mostly to her backside but slipping down to cup her ass and squeeze.  When his cock had returned to full strength he once more guided it into the girl’s cunny.
	Ruthie merely raised up some and slid her body down onto the prong.  

*

Boners and other things
	Slowly it went in.  amazingly it went in; one-two-three!  
	“And Lucy does this, too?”
	Ruthie giggled and blushed bright red nodding her sweet head and bright coal dark eyes, “Yep!”  Kyle sat again dumbfounded as the horny teen slid into her asshole the wooden bed post.
	Nakedly she was on her bed, sitting up against her pillows, legs opened as wide as possible with the unscrewed four foot bedpost knobs inching into her rectum.  All poor Kyle could do was fondle his prick, sit, and watch.

	He also thought of his Lucy taking the bedpost to HER ass!  Although she avidly allowed him to boff her cunny, her other two holes she somewhat regarded as sacred.  “Taking it up the ass” was almost taboo to the sweet demure kinda-Christian country girl.	She had even more reservations about sucking him.
	But then there was Ruthie.
	Ruthie sucked him.  Ruthie spread her legs for him.  Ruthie spread her cheeks for him.  Ruthie worked his cock, kissed, peed and played with his cock all very willingly and with gusto!  
	“Uh, what ELSE do you, er, DID you and Lucy do?”
	Ruthie eased the makeshift cock out of her asshole and dropped it on the floor.  Lightly she fingered her pussy as she grinned big and blushed.  
	“We did things.”
	Kyle was curious.  “Things?”
	Ruthie blushed.  She wanted to fuck, not talk.  Scooting down on the bed she offered herself.  Kyle had already boffed her in the ass earlier, his desire was, though, for that sweet tight cock pleasing pussy.  
	“You two ever…”
	Ruthie stared at him, smiling, grinning.  Her face was incredible.
	“You know, uhm, lick each other—down there.” he said indicating with a nod to her quim.
	Ruthie turned as red as a tomato and nodded her head that it was so.
	That turned Kyle on big time.
	“She likes being spanked, too.” blurted Ruthie.
	“Say what?” Kyle was astounded.
	Ruthie nodded that it was so.  There wasn’t much more to learn about Lucy, as far as Ruthie knew Lucy was NOT into other girls—just Ruthie.  She liked being spanked and shoving “items” into her pussy and asshole AND shoving same said items into Ruthie’s holes.  Other than that…
	“Do you like boys?” Ruthie asked.  Kyle knew that it was more than just a simple quiz about friendship.
	“Uh, no, not really, not like you think.” he answered.  “Why?”
	“Just curious.” 
	“Do you?”
	By Ruthie’s blushing Kyle understood that she did.
	A moment or so passed between them.  Slowly Ruthie positioned herself and Kyle did so as well—on top of the girl gliding into her sex his cock.  They fucked for some time there after, showered and fucked some more!
	 
	Afterwards they assembled in the kitchen.  Kyle prepared lunch.
	“You want to do my Mom, huh?”
	The question stunned Kyle and he nearly dropped the mustard.
	“You’ve got her panties.” stated the horny girl.   
	Busted.  A “burning” sensation erupted in his belly.  How’d she know?  He couldn’t answer, the words of “Yes, I want to screw your Mother” hung up in his mouth.
	“She probably needs to get laid.”
	Kyle was stunned by the girl’s boldness.
	“She’s been so uptight lately, she needs some good fucking.”
	Kyle could hardly breathe (again.)

	Of course, “nailing” Anna Hamilton wouldn’t be easy.  Not easy at all.  Not without help.  And Anna H WAS uptight; stressed about her job, her newly married daughter and the possibility of a “child” in the making despite her daughter’s assurance that she wasn’t ready for a family.  Anna knew better—newlyweds fucked every night during their first year and the possibility of getting knocked up was great.
	The minotaurs and the government’s inability to stop them from coming worried her.  The green tornadoes just “showed” up out of no where for no reason without warning annoyed her.  And she WAS horny.  Being single sucked and knowing that in the next room was some serious fucking going on.
	There was a solution, however.  And surprisingly it was Ruthie who concocted it.  
	“Do you have one of those things?”
	“Things?”
	“Yeah, a minding device thing.”
	Kyle shook his head, No.
	“But you’re a cop.”
	“So?”
	“So, don’t you work at the police station where those things are?”
	Ruthie Hamilton was too smart for her own good.

	It wasn’t so easy as to just waltz into the Evidence room and make off with a minding device.  Those things were monitored and under guard.  Of course, who was minding the guards?  A minding device was the bestest thing since sliced bread!  They were a very hot commodity and everyone wanted one and money was no object.

	Of course, goody-two-shoes government scientists types were hot on creating minding device blockers and detectors.  Those were hot items, too.  Acquiring either one was quite a feat.  Getting caught would mean immediate termination, forfeiture of pay and rights.  Reputation would be shot and everyone would know.  His life would be over.  Having a working electronic mind altering device in one’s possession was not overly a criminal offense, but still—it wasn’t good.  There was a monetary fine, community service, and then said person was “marked” AND monitored—for life!
	Some electronic mind altering devices were small.  Some EMADs were as big as fancy-schmanzy remote control devices.  Some EMADs were light and were hard to detect.  Other illegal devices were complicated while others were simplistic.
	It was some days after Kyle watched Ruthie sodomize herself with the bedpost and somewhat goad him into “acquiring” an EMAD.  The specific reason was for to screw Ruthie’s mother.  There was another, too.
	Kyle got the impression that lo Ruthie had said Lucy had licked her cunny, Ruthie wanted more.  Lucy liked Ruthie licking her pussy out, too.  But it had been awhile.  Neither girl had been “naughty” with one another in quite some time.
	And Ruthie, dear sweet Ruthie had another reason for wanting Kyle to get his horny cop hands on an EMAD.
	It was already confirmed that Kyle wanted to screw Ruthie’s mom.  For that to happen, a Device would be needed—for two reasons.  One was of course to put Anna in a controlled state of being so she could be screwed.  The other was to put Lucy in such a state so as she wouldn’t wander in unexpectedly unannounced and catch them (screwing.)
	“I get to watch.” said Ruthie. 
	Kyle didn’t know about that, Ruthie wanted to watch while he screwed her mother?  He then deduced that there was an ulterior motive.  What it was with her mother Kyle wasn’t overly sure for certain, but with Lucy—Ruthie wanted to SPANK her.  
	Kyle could only shake his head in bewildered wonderment.  What had he gotten himself into!

**

	His heart beat so fast he thought for sure it would beat right out of his heart.  Getting naked and naughty with Ruthie was one thing.  Ruthie giving him a blowjob, spreading her legs and cheeks for him was one thing—but having those things done by the girl’s mother was quite another!

	Kyle had known Anna Hamilton for a long time, five years.  It was as long as he had been dating her daughter, Lucy.  He had become a fine member of the family and was like a son she never had.  He was handy in so many ways and Kyle never truly thought of her in a sexual manner.
	Until she was under the spell of an EMAD.

	After Anna AND Lucy were under the effects of the minding device, Kyle set about his tasking desire to “screw” Anna.  Ruthie had made herself scarce for some reason, mostly as she understood Kyle’s need to have privacy as he was embarrassed about “getting naughty” with her mother.
	Kyle took his time.  After the assurance that the woman was indeed “under control” he proceeded with the stripping her down.  She was laid out on her bed and Kyle began with the shoes, pantyhose, and so on.  His cock nearly busted out of his slacks when puling her skirt down and off.  He had only seen her in her nightgown and nothing less—not even a swimsuit.  He had never heard her fart (or belch.)
	With the outer clothing cast off onto the floor, Kyle stared at the 30-something woman clad in her remaining garments—panties and bra.  For a 30-something woman, Anna H was fairly decent.  She had a great body, fantastic tits and ass and a face!  Oh that face!  Kyle closed his eyes and fondled his engorged prick—though he desired deeply to screw her pussy, asshole, and mouth, it was indeed her mouth/face that he wanted most.  To hump that sweet angelic face!  She was 30-something but looked much younger…
	With slow but precise precision Kyle slid off the powder blue brief panties.  Since the passing of her hubby he guessed that she had gone “without” since.  Cum was soiling the head of his cock and he barely could contain himself.
	The bra was popped off and Kyle moved up between her legs.
	He had crossed so many boundaries of marriage, what the hell was one more?  Balling Ruthie was one thing, but his wife’s mother!?  Shaking  his head he pressed on; his naughty prick against the woman’s cunt with slow but determined penetration.
	It was good.
	It was wrong and kinda illegal, but good.  Kyle made with the “prone” Missionary position and sunk his prick into the womanly cunny.  It was good.  He sunk himself all the way in and felt himself almost cumming right off from the get go!  Anna made no indication of awareness.  Kyle smiled and steadily began to pump.

	Nothing was important enough to linger in his mind to distract him from his cause.  He pumped.  No pesky thoughts of the endangerment to his marriage vows.  He pumped.  No interruptions—Lucy was “sedated” and Ruthie…
	Where was Ruthie?
	Kyle eased his pumping to a slow speed and casually checked over his shoulder.  There she was, standing in the semi-darkness, naked.  Her panties were bunched up at her knees, pants at her ankles, topless.  Her dainty fingers fingered her pussy and she was seemingly getting off on Kyle’s “getting off!”
	Or was it something else?
	Kyle felt the surge of orgasm overwhelm him and he was not going to miss it.  He had risked his marriage and career for the moment and he returned to fully accomplishing such a dastardly deed.
	Anna made some moans and rolled her head.  Her sweet angelic face contorted as she, too, began to experience orgasmic bliss.  Kyle continue ever pumping, speeding up as his cock ploughed into her sex.  He recalled faintly that even on the night of his marrying Lucy, while screwing her in the hotel bed he had actually thought of her mother!
	With explosive tremblings came Kyle’s thunderous orgasm.  He ploughed DEEP, scrunching Anna up against her pillows, her head banging against the headboard.  She remained unconscious and oblivious to it all, though, and Kyle continued until magnificently powerful jets of cum splurged out of his cock.
	His ass flexed and tightened and jet after jet screamed into Anna’s cunt.  Kyle’s energy immediately plummeted.  His cock wallowed in the woman’s thirty-something cunt, and even as he withdrew her kinda snug but not tight pussy thrilled him at the opening of her womanhood.  Another magnificent spurt spurted and Kyle had no energy whatsoever.
	It was then that Ruthie worked down her panties, stepped out of her clothes and crawled onto the bed.  Kyle focused on her developing titties.  His cock ached and continued to squirt.  Ruthie made right for his sputtering peter and engulfed it.  Kyle barely had the energy to run his fingers thru her hair, caress her face and shoulders while she serviced him.
	When she had sucked his cock clean, she said beaming, glowing, grinning.  Kyle breathed heavily and waited—apparently, the youngster was in control.  (as she had always been!)
	Kyle noted the girl slyly eyeing her mother—specifically her mother’s cum laden cunt.  Then, to his surprise the girl went down and began licking the cum laden cunt clean!

	This definitely turned Kyle on and he quickly was hard again.
	He watched for a moment or two then came up behind Ruthie’s behind, caressed the soft supple flesh of her ass, fingered her hole and then applied his rock steady prong to her quim.  Doggie style.
	Ruthie licked and licked; nipping the “lips” of her mother’s cunt, lapping up the cummy juices of the vulva, nipping the engorged clit, pawing and mawing all over while behind her adult lover Kyle entered her (asshole) for an outrageous fuck.

	Lucy.  Kyle was worn thru and had absolutely no energy.  He had some underlying fear that while “resting” Anna would wake up.  His knowledge of the EMAD was not that great, he understood that the devices all worked on electric pulses from the brain and that the devices were able to see them, read them, capture and manipulate them.  Exactly how that was accomplished was a little elusive to Kyle, he was a cop, not a rocket scientist!
	He awoke with a startle.  Moments were needed to gather himself and bring himself to a sense of awareness.  On the bed was Anna, still naked.  She had peed and very muchly soiled the bedding.  That was going to be a problem.  He stood (again) dumbfounded (again).   He had fucked her.  He had fucked Ruthie.  He had desires to fuck others.  He understood the allure of the EMAD, he understood the unmitigated draw the devices had—like gambling, sex, drugs, or any other habitual habit or addiction the EMADs had a hold on the perverted public and it was doing so unto Kyle.
	In the next room he found Ruthie sitting on sister Lucy’s face.  Ruthie looked back over her shoulder as naked cum dripping Kyle entered in.  Kyle stroked himself and slowly made way to the bed.  Lucy cunt was “wet”, Ruthie had been giving her older sibling quite the lick-out.  She now sat on the girl’s face rubbing her sex into the sib’s nose.
	Kyle crawled onto the bed and stuffed his darling unconscious wife, when he finally managed to cum and subsequently pulled out—Ruthie obliged him nicely by cleaning his dick off and then happily lapping up his mess on Lucy’s cunt.
	Mid morning came, it had been just some hours after the debauchery to Lucy and Anna, Kyle and Ruthie had slept some and bathed together.  Ruthie enjoyed sitting on her sister and mother’s face while Kyle fucked them—the two unsuspecting souls breathed hard into Ruthie’s twat and it very muchly excited her.

	Other excitements came with Kyle stuffing Anna’s asshole.  Whenafter he had finally managed an orgasm, Ruthie was there to “clean” and “lap.”  It turned Kyle on and drove him deeper into sexual insanity.
	Of course, that helped with the coming this next bit.

The Next Bit
	Ruthie.  Ruthie-Ruthie-Ruthie.
	She had a thing for licking out her mother and Lucy—er, especially after Kyle had fucked and subsequently cum in them.  She was an excellent knob polisher and even enjoyed sucking Kyle’s hairy sweaty balls.  
	Once a day she spread open her legs to receive his love tool.  She got doinked twice when they both arrived home—up the ass and in the twat.  They showered and bathed together and enjoyed peeing on one another.  Ruthie also enjoyed being spanked!
	(she also enjoyed spanking her sister but without Lucy being aware of it kinda was a downer.)
	The joys of sex were many.  The joys having sex with the Device numbing the minds of those who would freak the fuck out about the joys of sex (between Ruthie and Kyle) were beyond words to explain.  Ruthie craved it, sex.  Dutifully she enjoyed sliding her cunny up and down Kyle’s prong—and Kyle enjoyed being able to provide.  He decided not to let it bother him about her being his young teenage sister-in-law and enjoy being able to get off in all THREE of her available (but young) holes.
	And life at the Hamilton house went on.
	One day (here it comes…) Ruthie came to Kyle.
	“How’s the Device?”
	Kyle had been working on “upgrades” to the EMAD in their possession.  From what Kyle could learn from the other EMADs at the station and what was described on the television and so on, simple electronics was all that was needed.  He gleaned other useful but necessary information from the local library and just plain “word of mouth” on the street.
	The upgrades were not very stringent but merely allowed the User to Zap the Victim—er, Subject and rendering said Subject into a Zombie State of Being.  Then, once that was accomplished the more minute manipulations of the Subject’s mind could be made.  The most critical was that of enabling the Subject(s) to be “aware” but unable to do anything about it but follow thru with the Commands.

	Kyle had made the upgrades but hadn’t tested it.  Ruthie had a “test” for him.  For Kyle, he knew.  It was a beginning.  A beginning he wasn’t certain that he wanted to go on—but once doing so he knew that there was no turning back.

	Ruthie had a friend.  Well, not exactly a “friend” as the term “friend” induces but close counts.  The “friend” was not snooty, snobbish, backstabber, or uppity—but she hovered close to those descriptions, too close to those descriptions.  She was a pretty plain red head, no chest but a nice butt.  She was a year younger than Ruthie but in Ruthie’s class just the same AND about to advance to the next level!
	This annoyed Ruthie.  A lot.
	Ruthie thought the pipsqueak girl needed taken down a notch.  And she knew just how to do it.

	The Subject was a one Carolyn Matthers.  Just why Ruthie had it in for the girl wasn’t clear—Carolyn wasn’t “snooty”, “snobbish”, “stuck-up”, or a “backstabber.”  She didn’t gossip or spread untrue rumors—or even true ones!  When Kyle got to see her he determined that the girl was “cute.”  Damned cute.  
	Kyle was persistent, “What’s your beef with her?” he wanted to know before anything further transpired.
	Reluctantly Ruthie explained, “She likes Allen.”  Ruthie’s boyfriend.
	That was cause enough.
	The Subject was lured from a group of other girls (many of which Kyle would have likened to have….well, you know…)  The place was a pizzeria close to the private school.  Kyle was all kinds of nervous about the “abduction” but knew where the security cameras were.  He also had ANOTHER device to indicate the presence of OTHER devices (mostly all law enforcing agencies & agents carried such).  There, too, was a device to detect Thwarting Devices as they worked virtually on the same principal as the Mind Altering Devices but lacked some sort of “mind connection.”
	After eluding the multitude of devices of one kind or another by various means legal and otherwise, Subject Carolyn Matthers was in “custody”  Kyle could only see that he was headed down a road of no return.
	Let’s see, sex with an underage girl.  Sex with his wife’s mother.  Possession of an Electronic Mind Altering Device.  Unnatural desires for virtually ALL young girls.  And then accomplice to kidnapping for the purposes of some twisted plot headed by Ruthie.   Hmmmm

	Back to the Hamilton home the Subject was taken to the basement.  The Hamilton basement had years of crap.  As most basements (or attics) do.  Furniture, portable pools, canoes, tables, toilets, and generalized crap like that there.  It wasn’t cramped but it was dark.  Far in the back, though, there was a ceiling light fixture.  With a new bulb there was light!
	The basement was a little musty, but dry.  Air was provided for by a basement window.  Subject Carolyn was zombiefied and Ruthie in her glory.  Ruthie stood close by Kyle and waited.
	Kyle wasn’t in full command, of course, he was goaded (coerced) by his young lover.  And in that he was troubled—she had him—she had by his balls, over a barrel, all those clichés.  If he said anything to her or refused her or something—she’d be pissed.  And it was not wise to piss someone off who had “dirt” on you—it had a way of coming back and burying your sorry ass.
	So it annoyed him.
	But he was willing to let it go—Ruthie had a great little body and she had great little friends.  So far it was a go.  So far.  On with the show!
	Carolyn was “aware” but only as much as she knew she was in deep shit.  She knew that she had been “kidnapped.”  She knew that she was someplace kinda dank and dark.  That was about it.  She knew that she was not under her own power and that she was being strongly coerced into undressing.
	Carolyn wore lime green panties with dark green trim.  Flying saucers were all over the undies with Martians, too.  Nice trim panties that very muchly snugged her body.  Kyle cold see the “mound” of her cunny and it caused him greatly to become hard—already imaging what it would be like to grind and rub and FUCK that mound.
	Her uniform skirt had been unfastened and dropped revealing the green undies.  She had freckles on her legs (on her face, too).  She was a cutey, Kyle imagined his cum shooting onto her face and dripping off her cheeks.
	She removed her school blazer, then blouse, and stood in her green panties and matching bra.  Nothing much to contain in the cups, though, she was a very small “A” cup kind of gal.  The bra was a mint green concealed by a lime green camisole.
	The flaming red hair was thick, kind of out of control but manageable, it was frizzy and pulled back into a single bouncy pony tail.  Lots of freckles adorned her sweet young soon-to-be-cum-ladened-face.

	The top garment were removed and she had indeed very small titties.  But that was alright with Kyle, he liked ‘em small.  More than a handful was a waste.  
	Carolyn worked her panties down (as instructed) pausing when the undies were rolled to her knees.  It was a pose Kyle liked most, girls in the panties and girls with their panties worked down just so.  It was a major turn on.  His cock ached and slowly he began undoing his clothes…
	Carolyn finished rolling her green panties down to her ankles then stepped out of them.  She then stood and paused for a moment with her hands to her sides, then she turned and leaned up against some storage boxes.  Kyle’s pants dropped to his ankles and Ruthie helped tug his underwear down.  Once to her knees she caressed Kyle’s smooth hairless ass and then began working his crank.  His eyes were locked onto Carolyn’s narly young bum.
	Ruthie then stepped forward and began caressing the girl’s narly bum, then parted one of the cheeks and checked the “hole.”  Kyle stroked his amazing boner and stepped up himself.  Ruthie stroked his bone and glided it up and down between Carolyn’s cheeks, poking the hole a couple of times, too.
	Kyle gave little thought to the deed and soon began making slowl but steady anal entry.  Completing of such a deed would mean that he had indeed crossed over—kidnapping and sodomy with the use of a mind altering device meant LIFE in prison, parole chance after 25 years of Good Behavior—the LIFE would be mostly due in part due to that “Color of Authority” jazz as he was a certified civil servant, a police officer.  The Law seriously frowned on Law Enforcing types using EMADs.
	Gripping the girl’s hips his strong schlong made the entry, the head of his massively endowed dong went in past the clenching rim.  He was determined, though and continued his trek into insanity.  The hole was tight, but with Ruthie’s prior slobbering on his shaft and spitting onto the girl’s rim before he pushed in, the completion of sodomy was inevitable.
	Carolyn made no sounds, but she was “aware” of being plugged.
	Kyle gripped her hips and with Ruthie helping to keep his cock from bending he full entry.  Ruthie caressed Kyle’s ass as he made his entry, Kyle paused a moment as he was seated DEEP into the young girl’s hole, then pulled out most of the way before plunging back in.  then repeat.  Repeat faster.  Strain, pump, repeat.
	Ruthie grinned the entire time.

	On and on it went until Kyle finally unleashed a torrent of his love.
	Ruthie’s mouth hung open as a river of fresh hot monkey love spunk spewed out of Carolyn’s asshole.  She swore she could see “steam.”  The hole remained as wide as the prong that had stuffed it, but it slowly snapped shut after pushing out the spunk matter.
	Kyle stood in awe as Ruthie began lapping at the hole—she frigged her pussy as she did so.  Ruthie soon moved to where she was more comfortable, on her knees poised right behind Carolyn’s ass.  Kyle stepped forward and laid his cum squirter onto the girl’s bobbing head.  She licked and licked and licked, then turned about and gobbled on Kyle’s cock, too!

	Laying out on some house boxes and with Ruthie holding the nude girl’s legs, Kyle found himself in wonderment.  Sodomy was one thing and an assurance of Life in Prison.  Could he go thru with stuffing the young girl’s pussy?  She was a virgin.  Her pussy mounds were soft, supple, not much in the way of pubes.  Her pussy was smooth.  Kyle had licked it w/o thought, fingered it and admired it.
	But actually penetration?  Could he?
	Yep.
	Closing his eyes he laid his saucey prick against the girl’s virgin poon and glided it up and down, pressing the head of meat stick in past the mounds.  Ruthie frigged herself with one hand while hold Carolyn’s legs.  Kyle shook his head to himself—he had screwed Ruthie, he was having on-going sex with the girl—wild sex.  He was screwing his wife’s mother.  He was dogging his wife, and helping Ruthie turn the girl into a slut—with the help of the kicked up EMAD Kyle was able to turn his demure wife into a willing slut—on Ruthie’s goading of course.  This enabled Ruthie to get Lucy to LICK her pussy and allow Ruthie to have her way sexually with Lucy, too.  It was bizarre to say the least.  But with the “training” Lucy didn’t so much need the EMAD to coerce her into such things and she no longer was in a “zombie” state of being while doing so.
	The next phase was to work on the mother…
	In the meantime, though, Carolyn Matthers.

	Kyle pumped.  Pumped and pumped and pumped.  He strained, pulled out and humped on the deflowered lips, wiped his soiled bloodied dick off on the girl’s panties, then restuffed her for a nice prolonged fuck.  The intensity of his doing was incredible and mind boggling.  His toes crinkled as the orgasm in his loins began to stir and soon a torrent of fresh spunk spewed forth.

	He was a dog.  Full fledged.  The desire reigned supreme, the orgasmic feeling seething throughout his body told him that he wanted to do it more.  It was like a drug, he understood who folks got so hooked on crack, cocaine, marijuana, LSD, and alcohol.  He knew that the feeling he experienced screwing Ruthie and Carolyn was one he wanted on a repeated basis.
	Ruthie cleaned Carolyn’s cunt and wiped clean Kyle’s cock.  She then turned the tormented girl over and began spanking her.  Repeatedly.  A lot.  And hard.  Then, for added measure, naked Ruthie crawled up onto the boxes, opened her legs, and had Carolyn Matthers lick her pussy—just like she was having Lucy do so to her.
	Kyle was so turned on by it that after caressing the tormented girl’s ass followed by some spanking he once more stuffed himself up into the girl’s ass for a very long prolonged fuck.
	Though lo Kyle enjoyed screwing in all its orgasmic forms, he had found a new thrill.  Spanking.  Spanking Ruthie was one thing, spanking Ruthie’s sister and mother was another.  But spanking Carolyn was something else altogether!  Why?  Because he didn’t have to hold back.  
	With the smacking of ass flesh of Lucy and Anna, Kyle held back—he feared spanking them too hard and they would be brought out of their “mind lock.”  And that would be bad.
	Spanking Ruthie he held back some, too—he didn’t want to seriously blister her ass or harm her.
	Spanking Carolyn’s ass—well, her hands and ankles were secured (with handcuffs), her mouth engulfing Ruthie’s fuckable cunt, and the girl was in deep-deep shit.  Kyle unleashed a flurry of hand spanks before taking his belt to her darling tender searing ass and lambasted it until his arm gave out.  Welts appeared on the girl’s ass, she shrieked and screamed (but her shrieks and screams were muffled as her mouth was hard pressed against Ruthie’s cunt.)
	When Kyle’s arm had given out his cock was once more rock hard.  He poked and prodded the hapless girl’s ass and made anal entry—full force.  His balls slapping, his skin banging against the girl’s felt the heat from her tortured bum.  Kyle had not just stepped over the line of morals and decency but he JUMPED!
	And Ruthie.
	She wasn’t finished “taking those who needed taken down a notch taken.”  After Carolyn there was another.  Sam Reed—her boyfriend of whom Carolyn had “liked.”  Unfortunate for Sam, he kinda liked Carolyn, too!  This only pissed Ruthie off and she had ways of dealing with that…