August Moone Sagas
Book 6
Journeying
Chapter Four
Bastards

The Night of the Creeps
	“What the hell are they?”
	“Beats the hell out of me.”
	Three of the creepy creatures moved almost listlessly in the dark some many yards away.  They seemed to be actually “floating” above the ground as their movements revealed no measure of actual walking.  No arm movement, no sauntering, nothing but seemingly gliding across the terrain.
	Spooky.
	The creepy creeps didn’t get any closer they just seemed to disappear in the bleak night altogether.  Jake and John held fast were they were and waited.  At dawn a low laying fog shrouded the landscape and the two scurried back inside the storehouse.  (they removed the rock to allow the door to close securely--if anyone had to potty they would awaken someone so as that someone could be on guard until the pottying was completed.
	“We probably should leave this area.”
	John thought that that was a good idea.  They would consider it more strongly after a bite to eat and some rest.
	The following night just after an assumed midnight, the creepy creatures were back, this time there were twice as many as the night before.  All moving near listlessly across the ground in parallel to one another one just 25 yards out from the storehouse.  they all would disappear into the night of the forest when going to the far left and/or right--only to return moments later.  As they were all the same size and all it was impossible to keep track of any particular individual.
	Jake and John watched them, spelling one another every hour or so.  Watching the Creeps reminded John of those carnival “ducks” you shot at to win a prize, traveling back and forth on a track.
	John spelled Jake, it was early mid morning, a couple of hours before dawn.  One of the girls had come out to pee, she had gone to the side of the storehouse building and upon standing--naked, fingering herself in lieu of wiping, she looked up into the piss-yellow eyes of a seven foot creepy Creep.
	She didn’t yell, scream, or anything--not even pee!
	“Uh, guys--guys!” she said earnestly.
	John came around the corner and looked upon his first up and close encounter of a creepy kind.
	“Holy shit!” he blurted.
	The tall creature turned its head to the newcomer.  Its head was grotesque, long and narrow with “worms” wriggling excitedly all about the top of it.  A long narrow maw with many jillion dingy yellow teeth dripping with a brackish goo.  
	Suddenly, from about the middle of its torso came a jutting protrusion.  John grabbed Trisha by the elbow, “get the others” he told her.

	It seemed as though the woods were alive (full) of creepy listless Creeps.  John and the others scurried in a dizzying pattern of avoidance--or at least direct so.  At dawn, though, the Creeps seemed to have simply disappeared.
	“Apparently,” stated John, “they aren’t active in the day.”
	“How big do you think their territory is?” Jake queried.
	John didn’t know, he checked the Phase Shift indicator, it still had yet to show any activity, at least another 24 hrs. before anything.  He hoped to be very far away by then, hoping that the area they were in was the creepy creatures’ territory.  Or maybe it was just the Phase Shifted world they had come into.

Moreso of the Same-oh
	Forest DID love young’uns, newcomers Meggy, Ryan, and Kellie were just right.  They made fine additions to the growing family--Scott, Donna’s beau, loved young’uns, too--a lot.  Little Nichelle had another boy to run amok naked with.  Quickly her sister Donna and Jodie got young Ryan to lick their cunnies as well as Nichelle.  Ryan happily obliged as well as tonguing out the “other” girls of the group.
	In case you’ve forgotten to write them down:  with Forrest Finch--
	Jamie, Holly, Annie Dustin, and Willy from the very beginning.  Austin with Forrest, too (still recovery from a mysterious illness that renders him mostly sleepy and not very active. 
	Then, along came Jennifer with her mishap in a funky swamp.
	She was followed by the horny-naughty-horny Teeks; Donna, Jodie, Nichelle, and Scott.  For awhile it was just them before Dustin encountered Megan and Ryan and little Kellie.
	Megan was glad to be among those of her “own kind.”  She was relieved to be able to go naked and engage in immoral sex acts without repercussions.  She willing took on the boys of the group as well as gave herself to the only adult male, Forrest.  Forrest and Scott enjoyed her, but not as much as taking young Ryan and Kellie…
	Meggy (Megan) didn’t mind Forrest and the other “cocks” taking their pleasures with Ryan, or for that matter the other “kids” of the group, it didn’t bother her so long as no one really was being physically hurt.  And no one was.
	But that wasn’t to say not so for the NEXT group encountered.

The Next Group
	Morgan’s life was hell.  Her mother and father had divorced and it sucked.  It sucked worse when her father whom she loved deeply was up and moving to the west coast.  It sucked doubly so when she knew she couldn’t go and wouldn’t see him as often as she would like.
	Then it got even worse--her mother had the unmitigated gall to remarry.  The man she married was okay, but he wasn’t Morgan’s father and she didn’t like him.
	There, too, was a step-sibling to upset the happy home, a six year old blond girl who was trouble.  Trouble with a capital “T.”  Constantly in Morgan’s hair, Morgan had to watch the girl when the parental units stepped out for the evening--it wasn’t fair.  Morgan was thirteen years young and beginning to have a life.  She had friends, babysitting duties, she was a star pitcher for her baseball team, a “B” student at her school, popular with as many as nine close friends, two were even boys!
	One day, her mother was out of town on a business trip, Morgan hoped to stay out of sight of the non-bio dad “James.”  fat chance.  She was polishing off a sandwich in the kitchen when the man who would never score Father of the Year with her returned from the airport (dropping her mother off.)
	“Can you come in here for a moment?” the man said poking his head into the kitchen.  Morgan sighed, she strove hard to have very little to do with the man, he came to a few of her games and was at her parent-teacher meeting.  He had gotten her a pricey ball glove AND a bicycle--trying to win her favor.
	So she tolerated him.
	Little step-sib was spending the day at a friend’s house.
	Upon entering the living room of their modest 2-story home in a mediocre upscale neighborhood in the northeast Connecticut area, Morgan sauntered slowly in.
	“Thought we’d watch some videos.” smiled the non-bio dad.
	Not on the list of things Morgan wanted or desired to do with a man whom she cared less about or for.  She sighed (again), stifled a fart and leaned against the back of the couch as James popped in a video.
	“What is it?” Morgan asked.
	“You’ll see.” a typical adult response.
	Morgan wasn’t prepared for what came on the television screen.
	It was Morgan and her friends, all naked in her room engaging in illicit and immoral sexual relations.  
	Kristy felt ill, extremely nauseous and sick to her stomach.  There she was with her legs drawn back and best friend Claudia cramming a strap-on dildo she wore into her asshole while a small gaggle of other best friends egged the scene on.  Stacie and Dawn 69ed on the floor and two other girls who were a year younger fingered one another while kissing!
	Morgan’s asshole clenched, she remembered strongly Claudia sodomizing her with the strap-on--a nifty little item she “acquired” from her kinky aunt.  James took Morgan by the elbow and guided her to the stairs and then marched her up to her room.
	Morgan didn’t know what to think, she was too stunned.  She felt as if she were going to be sick (throw up) any moment.  To be found out was the last thing she wanted to have happen--especially by someone like James!  
	“Lay down.” he told her.
	Numbly Morgan obeyed without question, laying width wise across her bed.  Then, “Take ‘em down.” came to her numbed mind and she found her self complying yet again--only when she had her jeans down passed her ass did she realize what was happening.  But then it was too late as James yanked her jeans down and lauded a hand to her panty clad ass.
	Morgan wore typical bikini panties, powder blue.  She tensed up all over as the harsh hand spanked her.  She couldn’t remember the last time she had been spanked--possibly around little step-sibling Karen’s age.
	“I don’t think your mother would like that video.” James said.
	No, she wouldn’t.
	Morgan turned her head to look at the man, she was close to tears and close to losing total self control.  
	“But I wont let her know…” the man said with a leering smile.  His dark eyes frightened Morgan.  She turned her head back and pushed it into the bed--thusly allowing the man to do whatever he wanted.

	James admired his new daughter, he smiled and leered and lusted heavily.  Morgan released her grip on her jeans and they were pulled on down to her knees which were on the floor.  Then James moved a hand up under her shirt, pulling the garment up as he made way to her bra strap.  He looked over her bare skin before returning attention to her ass.
	SWAT!  SWAT!  SWAT!  SWAT!
	Each SWAT! was harder than the last.  It had been a long-long time since she had been spanked.  Gripping the bed Morgan cursed into the covers, she was in some kind of bind, though; her mother--her dear sweet overworked mother couldn’t know about her sexual deviancy.  No one was supposed to know outside of those who were sexually deviant with her!  She felt horrible, awful.  There was nothing she could do.
	James lowered her panties, slowly--snaking a finger down the warm crack of her ass, gently and lightly probing her warm rim.  Morgan clenched and James cooed to her, “Relax--just relax.”
	Morgan tried but it was no going so.
	SWAT!  SWAT!  SWAT!  SWAT!
	Morgan’s ass was searing--but then strangely, she felt her cunny becoming extremely--tingly!  That wasn’t right--was it?  Scarcely could she breathe and couldn’t recall too much of what else transpired as her mind was fraught with trying to figure out what was happening.
	Then, James was licking her ass.
	Claudia, Stacie, Dawn, and Mary Anne licked her ass, too--but she had never-ever had a GUY lick her ass.  She didn’t know what to think, to be enraged, pissed off, horny, intrigued…
	She remained clutching the bed and James remained tonguing her crack.  Morgan’s cunny became more and more enthused--it was incredible--she was having an orgasm!
	Then she was having something else…
	An invasion.
	It was more than “tongue.”
	It was more than “finger.”
	It was dick.
	It was not so unlike Claudia’s strap-on, but then again…
	Morgan at first clenched up tight, her new daddy slapped her thighs forcing her to spread her legs more.  She discovered then that her clothes were off of her legs.  James was behind her--IN her, sliding his manhood inch by fucking sodomizing inch into her anus.

	The first butt fucking by James was kinda unkind and rough.
	The first?
	Yep, there were more.
	It was blackmail plain and simple, and James whispered to her afterwards that the video she had seen in the video machine was “just a copy, I have the original in a safe place.”
	This didn’t sit well with Morgan and she avoided him at all cost.
	But that wasn’t always easy with her mother going out of town on business trips and taking strong knock-out drugs to help her sleep when she WAS home.
	Each encounter was worse than the previous--the threats were the same until one day.
	“Why don’t you bring in one of your little friends?”
	“Huh?” she needed clarity.
	The Asshole Father of the Year wanted one of Morgan’s friends from the video.  The blackmailing scheme was getting out of hand.  Morgan felt sick again, she was getting shagged in the ass on almost a daily basis, spanked and fingered.  She, too, was jacking him--jerking her gherkin until he creamed and shot his goo onto her face or naked chest.  She was just beginning to suck him and down his personal goo when he proposed the new scheme.
	He had them, too--the girls in the video for sure wouldn’t want anyone--anyone to know about what went on in Morgan’s room.  Their parents, friends, parents’ friends, school mates, teachers, everyone in their little burg didn’t need to know.
	So a slightly perturbed Stacie Malkecky came over when the timing was right--the mother and little sister out of the house.  There was no time wasted, just after dinner time and up into Morgan’s room they went.  And no bones about it, “Take off your clothes--slowly.” James told them--this after Stacie was shown the video copy of them engaged immoral.
	“Oh shit.” droaned Stacie when she had seen the video.  Though Morgan had told her the deal, she had to see it for herself.  And like Morgan, she, too, was ill.
	Stripping naked in front of a near stranger, a man, and Morgan’s step-dad was a tough thing to do.  Morgan slowly complied, getting down to her panties and bra.  Stacie sucked in her breath and followed suit.
	Once naked, the girls got onto Morgan’s bed, Morgan on bottom.
	They were told to “tongue each other” as like in the video.  James undressed and masturbated while watching.  Both girls were for a time ill, it was sickening and they were afraid.  But then both began to sorta-kinda get into the nasty deed--concentrating on licking out the other’s poon.
	James eased onto the bed and caressed Morgan’s legs, continuing to stroke himself.  Then, he pressed his manly schlong against Stacie’s face.  The girl gripped his stick and stroked him and then lapped at his glistening orb.  She held back smiling or giving him any indication that she was an avid cocksucker.  
	James angled his dangle to Morgan’s cunt, she was NOT a virgin--she had been “busted” by the infamous strap-on.  James ran the head of his cock up and down the entrance before sliding in.
	Morgan clutched at her friend’s ass fully engulfing Stacie’s dripping cunt as her step-dad’s cock slid near effortlessly into her love box.  He didn’t pump but slid in and moved in small circles before pulling out and stuffing Stacie’s cock hungry mouth.

	A steady stream of cum drizzled out of Stacie’s mouth, she pressed her mouth down onto Morgan’s pussy and breathed hard into it, spitting out the goo in her mouth as she did so.  She loved sucking on a guy’s penis, just wasn’t so enthused with the cum.
	James sat back against the headboard watching.  His cock had flopped out and needed a moment or two to recover--he was far from done with the two girls--and Morgan had five other girls from the video to go, too!

*

	After a short time James eased off of the bed to go to the ‘other’ end.  Morgan paused a moment to give her tongue a rest.  James spread Stacie’s cheeks and admired her, then to his knees and leaned in to give her ass a little more astute attention.  He firstly licked and tongued to girl’s quivering clenching cheeks; she was not an anal (or vaginal) virgin, either--the strap-on dildo had gotten quite a work out!
	He finally couldn’t hold off any more and he stood up, knees on the bed and positioned him, guiding his prong into the thirteen year old’s rectum.  Stacie, like Morgan, gushed and felt the intrusion to be quite incredible.  She clung to the bed and to her friend beneath her and felt every inch of the man-cock slide into her asshole.
	“Oh my God!” she screamed out as her anal tract was filled to capacity.
	“Suck my balls, Morggy.” James told Morgan.  James’ fuzzy tezzies were right at Morgan’s mouth--just right for the plucking and sucking.  But they were musty and smelly, hairy and coated in cum.  She sucked them regardless and James fucked Stacie in the ass until he filled it with his liquid love cream.
	The girls showered, James watched and jacked himself then joined in bathing the girls in more of his “special love” as well as piss.  Both girls were re-fucked in the ass and heavily fingered in their most holy of holies.  Then it was spank-spank time…

	After Stacie there was Dawn.  Dawn was above all the cutest girl of all of Morgan’s gal pals.  The cutest.  She was model material and was in facts doing some around-town print ad modeling for a popular teen magazine.  And like Stacie before her, she was none too thrilled about being blackmailed.  But there was no choice--either do the naughty with Morgan AND James, or be busted with the video.
	James took a long hardy look at the girl when she got down to her light lavender panties and matching bra.  Little wonder she was “popular.”  He had her turn about and BEND OVER for him and then lay across Morgan’s bed.  Morgan did likewise and the two teens looked to one another in some horror.  Morgan had told her friend what was to happen; a little spanking and then anal plunging and so on and so forth like that there.
	Dawn was so-so into it, she didn’t have a choice.  James smoothed his hand all over her body, then paid his special attention to her ass where he slipped his hand inside her panties and fondled tenaciously her lovely pert ass, crack, hole, and furry fur burger next door.
	Dawn buried her face a lightly sobbed.
	James worked her panties down to her knees, admired her nakedness and then SWAT!  SWAT!  SWAT!  SWAT!
	Dawn was so shocked by the swats she couldn’t react.  James moved his hand all over the blistered ass, squeezing the cheeks and then whipping out his cock--  “Suck me!” he told his step-daughter.  Timidly Morgan slipped off of the bed and addressed her new daddy’s cock.  It was burning as hot as Dawn’s searing ass.  She worked it in her hands and then engulfed the manly dong and sucked it.
	All James wanted was it to be slickered up--he pulled out of Morgan’s mouth and plunged into Dawn’s tight sphincter.  ‘let the butt fucking begin!’

*

	Surprisingly, Asshole of the Year didn’t plunge his fuck stick into the girls’ pussies--he did but not to the exalting level of cumming--h feared getting them pregnant, too.  He DID sink his schlong into their snatch boxes and gave a few pumps, but mostly settled for humping their sweet tight mouths and mostly up their ass.
	Claudia and her hole humping strap-on came after Dawn.  She was a little more apprehensive than the previous two friends of Morgan, pissed off, too.  After stripping to the skin in front of the horrible new daddy of Morgan, she put on the strap-on and masturbated as if it were actually a part of her.  Then, for James’ added fun level, he had Morgan SUCK it while he himself stripped to the skin.
	Morgan also spread open her cheeks and received the strap-on to her asshole--while in her mouth she received James’ schlong.  Claudia could scarcely believe it.  Though Morgan had told her what had happened--the video and the business with Stacie and Dawn, Claudia needed to experience first hand…
	Claudia got humped in the ass herself, but not by the dildo she wore, with cheeks spread wide, Morgan beneath her sucking on her twat, James plowed his way effortlessly up her ass until he creamed.
	“Lick her hole clean.” James said to Morgan.  Semi reluctantly Morgan complied.  Thereafter it was Claudia sliding her “schlong” into Morgan’s cunt while James jacked himself and lusted heavily.	He had the girls kiss and suck titty and then shower together.  And naturally, as like the previous girl(s), he joined in.
	Hard spanking followed directly thereafter.

	Mallory and Cherrie were among Morgan’s closest friends AND had been on the video being just as naughty as the others--they were a year younger though and not receptive to getting freaky with James.  But threatened with James providing the video to their parents, school, church, and everyone else--the girls together came to Morgan’s bedroom and “did their thing.”
	Firstly, James enjoyed watching the two strip down to their underwear.  Twelve year old Mallory was very upset and needed strong cooing and urging from the already nude Morgan.  Cherrie, who was the token black of the best friend group went thru the process without much ado--but with plenty of suppressed anger.
	When at last clad only in their panties, James had the girls lay out on Morgan’s bed, legs open and fingering themselves while he himself undressed.  The girls had never seen a grown man nude, but Cherrie had an older brother whom she saw a few times.  She was asked by James if they “fooled” around any at all.
	She nodded subtly that they did.
	James didn’t ask for details, he was too horny.  He went down on the black preteen and licked her pussy thru her yellow brief type panties.  Mallory felt ill and heaved, retched and had to be reassured by Morgan repeatedly to settle her down.
	When James had licked his fill of Cherrie’s snatch he turned her over and pooched her ass up, then worked her panties down and paused a moment to ogle her dark skinned ass.  Parting the cheeks he admired the glory hole and began fingering it--then licking it while tantalizing the girl’s poon even more.
	Somehow he managed to hold off fucking the girl’s dirt chute and went to the unhappy distraught Mallory.  Morgan nestled onto the girl’s face being licked out while James removed the preteen’s panties and went down on her.  At length he rested his cock onto her pussy--he took note that she was NOT a virgin.  
	All of Morgan’s friends were non-virginal--only Cherrie being the only one, though, having actually taken cock to her pussy--her brother’s cock.  The rest got it on with Claudia’s strap-on.
	When the pivotal time of orgasm began to surge James stuffed himself quickly into Mallory’s rectum and near furiously fucked her until he was spent.  Malloy had never been so rudely fucked--she breathed harshly into Morgan’s cunt.  Cherrie sitting right close by fingered her pussy…
	When the girl’s rectum was filled to capacity with liquid love cream, James pulled out and flopped his schlong onto Mallory’s steaming erupting cunt.  Morgan fingered the girl’s quivering quim and then went down on it, sucking Mallory’s cunt as well as her step-dad’s cum squirter.  Cherrie sucked on the man’s cum laden sweaty hairy balls as well as cleaned out Mallory’s gooied anal rim.

	When his cock had sufficient strength to do so--he stuffed himself into Cherrie’s black back door--spanking her ass flesh as he did so and “reaching around” fingering her gash.  Morgan and Mallory continued 69ing.
	The shower came and with a small shower only James and the two twelve year olds were possible.  They were fingered, spanked, peed on, and coerced strongly to suck James’ cock until receiving a copious amount of hot sticky jiz in their mouths.
	Spanking bare ass flesh commenced directly thereafter.

	One more close friend of Morgan there was, she had been out of town with her family when the timing at Morgan’s home was right--Mallory and Cherrie were due to be “last” in James’ conquest, but he didn’t mind.
	Mary Anne was a very demure young lady of thirteen, usually found in dresses rather than jeans.  Long flowing garments or light airy summer things.  Long dark brown hair, a kind compassionate demeanor she had, soft and sweet and very lovely to look at.  In the video she took Claudia’s strap-on to her asshole while noshing on Mallory’s horny pussy juice dripping cunt.  She also spanked and was spanked by the other girls and fingered herself while squatting on Stacie’s face sucking on Claudia’s dildo while it was strapped to Dawn’s body.
	James was disappointed when Mary Anne’s very light purple dress from an era long gone slipped off her shoulders and to the floor.  No panties or bra.
	“Do you normally not wear underwear?” James asked gouging his hand against his already stiffening bulge.  Mary Anne nodded subtly that she did not, sometimes she did--like when she was on her period, but mostly she went without undies.
	James was no longer displeased--he was bemused thinking of the girl prancing about publicly without underclothes.  Her pussy was very neatly trimmed and James lusted heavily.  On Morgan’s bed he spent more time licking and sucking on the delicious teenager’s twat, bringing her to cum onto his face.
	Morgan squatted down onto Mary Anne’s face and frigged herself--Mary Anne licked Morgan’s cunt and asshole, spanking and squeezing her friend’s ass while she herself was loved on.
	The pivotal moment came and James stood, positioned himself and made vaginal insertion of his cock.  Mary Anne shuddered and clenched up some, but then relented and power sucked on Morgan’s cunt.  James slid himself fully into the girl and pumped vigorously--normally he pumped a few times then pulled out.
	Normally.
	But not this time.
	He pumped and pumped and pumped and pumped some more.
	His balls slapped against the girl’s body and the slick slippery sound commenced as the lovemaking kicked into to high gear and continued way past the point of “it was alright to pull out.”
	Mary Anne clutched Morgan’s ass and climaxed.
	James pumped his fill and then some and finally expelled a very generous amount of hot sticky man cum.  He continued to strain into the girl’s cunt until he was completely spent.
	“Come down,” he breathed as he slumped to the floor, “lick her clean.”
	Morgan despised the man, she hated him, her anger seethed within her deep.  He was going to pay.  She didn’t know how or when, but somehow the Bastard of Connecticut was going to pay. 

And then…
	Homework was a bitch, three extremely challenging classes, all due to drive her crazy and sideline her if she didn’t pass the coming exams.  She was the star pitcher for her team, though, so she had to buckle down and study-study.  It left time for very little else.  
	With James holding the naughty video over her head, she was submissive to his wants and desires--the bastard.  Thankfully, though, her school work and mother took up time and her mother hadn’t gone out of town on business in some time.  Morgan was pissed that her friends didn’t “drop” by as often as they did, but she didn’t blame them and had to go to their places of residence when she could.  They continued their sexual antics and didn’t talk of James and the video much.
	Much.
	Retribution was on their thoughts, they discussed at length retrieving the tape and the possible hidden one, or cutting James’ balls off one…
	Mary Anne kept to herself and didn’t come around too much.  It was not good times for the girls.
	One night, Morgan’s mother went out on a business dinner.  Morgan buried herself in her school work and was surprised that she was not bothered by James waltzing into her room naked wanting a quickie, a blowjob, or to stuff her asshole.
	When ten-thirty came Morgan was done with her homework.  Exhausted she traipsed down to the kitchen for a pick-me-up--pausing firstly by her mother’s room, seeings as how a light was on.  She thought her mother had come home.  No one was there, though.  A door down was the step-sibs room, Karen.  Morgan had very little to do with her and knew that sometimes she was even rude to her--it wasn’t the child’s fault the divorce and marriage and living conditions.  When Morgan realized her treatment of the child she often tried to make it up to her by reading to her, playing board games or just talking.
	A light was in the girl’s room, too.
	Morgan peeked in as the door was open just a crack.
	Little Karen was on her bed, covers askew, nightshirt up exposing her chest, pajama bottoms and panties and her ankles, her daddy nakedly against the bed masturbating!
	“OH MY GOD!” Morgan shouted barging in.
	James nearly had a heart attack.  Cum shot out of his cock and splashed onto his child’s chest.
	“Jesus Fucking Christ!” he bitched out load.  He never cussed, not even when being a Bastard with her and her friends.  He was pissed and angry, but continued stroking his hard member.
	“What the fuck are you doing!?” Morgan lashed out at him in extreme disgust and horror.  (although it was kinda obvious)
	“Whatever the hell I want to!” he shot back.  “She’s out,” he breathed regaining his composure, “she’s got a cold and I’ve given her some cough medicine.” the extreme kind that surely knocks a wee child like six year old Karen out cold.
	“You bastard!” decreed Morgan.
	“Ought-ah!” smirked James waggling a daring finger at her, “You aint so damn clean yerself!” he smiled wickedly and returned his attention to his biological daughter.
	“Stop it!” Morgan shouted.
	Angrily James whirled and was across the floor in a flash, grabbing Morgan by the elbow and practically dragging her to his bedroom.  He flung her onto the bed and dare her to move.  He then rummaged thru his walk-in closet retrieving a personal fireproof lock box for the containing of money, documents, deeds, and the like.  After opening it he removed a black leather packet and retrieved some pictures.  He flung them onto the bed and Morgan’s breath was near taken away.
	One picture was of her and a young charge of hers entering a section of dense forest near the park.  Another picture was of Morgan poised before the same young charge, eight year old Jackie.  Jackie’s pants AND underwear were at his ankles.
	Another picture was of a very up close shot of Morgan’s hands caressing the boy’s naked ass.
	Another showed the boy sucking on one of Morgan’s exposed titties.
	One more pic showed Morgan’s pants and panties down at her own ankles with a totally nude Jackie on top of her humping her.  There was brush sprigs and limbs in the way so even with the macro technology of James’ high-tech camera it could not be revealed if whether or not Jackie was “scoring” or not.
	James collected the photos and returned them to the box, locked it (combination lock mechanism) and returned it to a safe keeping place in his closet.  The mother had her own.
	Morgan sat stunned on the bed.  This was not happening.  The son-of-a-bitch, er, correction, the Bastard followed her.  What else did he know?
	“So I’d shut the hell up if I were you, missy!” bitched James, he’s cock had dropped and bits of cum dripped to the carpet.  “You aint so fucking clean so clam up.”
	He left the stunned girl and returned to his own.
	Moments later Morgan came to the door of Karen’s room; James had her nude, on her sweet little face was his cum, more was splashed onto her chest and he was fingering her little pussy.  She WAS virginal, at least by way of cock.  James fingered the child’s cunny and then began a long bout of licking her out.
	Then, taking Morgan’s breath away, he mounted his child and began to hump--but only resting his cock onto her sweet innocent virginal poon.  He humped until he came his all and was spent.  Laying off of the child he beckoned the still stunned Morgan.
	Reluctantly she made entry and came to the bed.  Little Karen slept soundly, she was a beautiful child, long straight blond hair, she wore glasses and was just the sweetest child--covered in daddy spunk.
	“Lick her clean.” James said to Morgan.
	It was repulsive.  Tonguing her friends was one thing, but to a mere child?
	“You sucked on that little boy…” James reminded her.
	Morgan felt awful, seasick.  This wasn’t happening, this simply fucking wasn’t fucking happening!

	After completing the hellish deed of licking daddy spunk from Karen’s nude body, she sucked on James’ cum squirter and got a little more of his spunk in her mouth.  She wondered what her mother would do if they were caught at it, her mother was a staunch person, very business-like and didn’t put up with a lot of bullshit.  But she was nice, friendly, and easy going most times.  Morgan knew her mother’s stance on sexual perverts of any kind--she didn’t care for them--men or women.  She had once caught Morgan masturbating and was scolded for it, but nothing more of it came.
	Morgan wondered how her mother would be if she should suddenly become aware of the video tape and the pictures her new hubby had?  What if she should suddenly unannounced walked in on them while they were engaged in a sexual romp, Morgan being spanked, in the shower, molesting Karen?
	“I want you to do something.” James said interrupting her thoughts.
	“Ok.” Morgan said, ‘why the hell not, I’ve done every fucking thing else!’
	“That boy, the one you have secret sex with, I want you to get him to do Karen.”
	Morgan couldn’t breath.  Her stomach rolled.  That was the most horrible thing she could ever imagine.  She was almost willing to let her mother see the video and the pictures.  But the repercussions from that would have far more astounding damage than Morgan wished.
	“I’ll, uhm, okay, think about it, ok.” she stammered and left the bedroom of Karen.  She went to her own private bathroom and vomited.

What’s a little naughtiness among friends?
	Morgan had seven close gal pals, although that relationship was on shaky ground after being forced into sexual depravity with Morgan’s step-father.  Morgan, too, though--had a two guys she hung tight with, Logan and Brandon.  And yea, Morgan WAS extremely fond of a boy she babysat for, eight year old Jackie Chumski.  Any more fondness would have to be done in a more secure locale--she had a mild worry, too, as there was another involved with she and Jackie, a gal pal of Jackie’s, Courtney.
	Courtney was new to town and school and it was Jackie who sought her favor and became her first friend.  Then she became Morgan’s friend when Morgan got the opportunity to babysit her.  From there the friendship bonded more and more and soon she was sexually involved with Morgan--which only led to her being sexually involved with Jackie.
	Courtney was a cutey-pie, sweet and innocent--sort of.  While being babsat for she caught Morgan fingering herself and was curious about it.  A long conversation ensued with the explaining--and the not let grown-ups know about cause they would scold you and make you stop cause it felt good and anything that felt good was bad (according to a grown up.)  Courtney knew all about that, just not about fingering herself where she peed from.
	But it did feel good.
	And Courtney did get caught at it from both her mother AND father.
	She didn’t rat out Morgan and was merely scolded.  Her father who had walked in on her in the act vowed never to do so again.  Courtney then began a more earnest finger banging session privately with Morgan.  This only led to Morgan licking out the little girl’s bald pussy, fingering her until the child felt the stirrings of a wondrous orgasm.
	She in turn did so unto Morgan, including sucking titty and kissing.
	Morgan, on after thought, was glad her fucked up new daddy hadn’t photographed her and Courtney--he would definitely demand Courtney brought to him so he could molest her at will.
	After a time Jackie became included in the masturbation sessions, Courtney unaware of what a boy her age (or older) looked like naked, she had seen wee little boys nude but didn’t give it much thought.  She was also not aware that boys, too, masturbated.
	She was quite the giddy one when Jackie showed her how boys did indeed bring themselves to ultimate “feel good.”  Then Courtney watched as Morgan sucked off on Jackie’s little dick, sucking his balls and all.  Courtney then, too, followed suit and with in a week Jackie was sticking her three holes with pleasure.
	That was Morgan.
	Morgan had a pair of boys her age who were good friends.  Logan for insentience.
	Logan Masters was fourteen and one of the most handsomest boys at Stonybrook Middle School.  Blond haired, blue eyes, athletic, and damn cute.  Many girls liked him and that was fine.  He was really only sweet on Mary Anne and very friendly with Morgan.
	Like Morgan, Logan had a naughty side.  A very naughty side.  And like Morgan, he had been observed engaging in his “naughty side.”  And naturally, he was unaware of it until confronted.
	Logan place of doing the “naughty” was not too far from where Morgan did hers with Jackie and Courtney.  Logan’s place was more secluded and out of the way and he was generally in company of Mark and Charlotte, two lovely eight year olds of whom Logan was teaching them sex--just like Morgan.  
	And like Morgan, Logan also had a best guy pal he also fooled around with.  It was with the guy pal that Logan was firstly observed with and brought the unwanted attention of someone just as sneaky and devious as Morgan’s step-daddy.
	Logan worked after school at a car dealership, mostly washing cars, keeping batteries up and that sort.  Logan noted the time was near five o’clock, quitting time.  He had to scoot home, have some dinner, study for an exam and practice some soccer in the backyard.  
	“Say, Logan, ‘fore you go,” spoke up Slim Gymon, “can you step in here a moment.” Slim was one of the top car salesman.  Logan had heard rumors about the man being an Asshole, Backstabber, and Jerk.  So far, none of those things nouns Logan had seen of the man.  The man had always been courteous to Logan and never given him a hard time or a cause to give sustenance to the afore mentioned disparaging nouns.
	In Slim’s private back office, “Shut the door.” the man man said as Logan came in.  Logan complied and wondered what was up.  The man was one of the three men allowed to hire & fire, give promotions, accolades and raises.  But there was no real telling what.
	Slim popped in a video into a video machine, he had a small 15 inch television for the viewing of various promotions, ads, training videos and the like.  What came on on the vivid color screen was not an ad for any of the cars on the lot.  It was Logan and his best friend…
	An unused trestle was the setting.  Bright daylight after soccer practice in the playing field no more than a mile away the time.  Under the cool of the trestle bridge that spanned a shallow river Logan and best bud Shawn were naked, standing up with their bodies together.  
	With the sun still warm to their bare skin, the boys embraced one another, hands to the other’s bare ass.  Their teenage dongs pressed against the other’s belly, they kissed and tried squeezing the other’s body into their own in some sort of extreme make-out meshing.
	Then, Shawn eased to his knees and addressed Logan’s cock.  He stroked it and worked the skin tight, flicking his tongue to the already glistening piss slit before engulfing the head and sucking it inward. 
	Logan ran his hands through his best pal’s thick coarse black hair, guiding his teenhood into the mouth to the gullet.  “Suck me, you bee-atch!” he giggled.  Shawn did so, sucking and sucking, cupping Logan’s not too hairy balls and slipping a finger up between the legs into the rectum.
	Only a couple of minutes of hard sucking was there before Logan began to cum.  One great mighty thrust into Shawn’s mouth there was, Logan’s nude body taut, glistening in a sheen layer of sex, his ass muscles tightened in an flexing motion as his cock emptied its splooge.
	Not a drop was spilt from Shawn’s mouth.  He placed the slowly growing flaccid cock against his face and jerked it a little more, sucking on the balls and then standing up.  Logan was weak but the two embraced again for a moment or two of serious sucking face (kissing.)
	Then, there was more.
	Shawn turned about and got on his hands and knees…
	Logan stroked his soft organ and then licked his fingers, the wetted fingers then fingered Shawn’s rectum.  Logan went to his own knees and Shawn opened his legs (and cheeks) more.  Logan kissed each cheek, placing a hickie on each cleft, then began dragging his tongue up the boy’s crack, paying most attention to the funky glory hole.
	By then his soft cock was hard again and with a moment or two of tonguing and fingering, the cock was hard enough to stuff the attentive hole.  Shawn clenched, pried a cheek and cussed unintelligibly.
	Logan stuffed his friend and once fully seated began an intense curse of butt fucking.  The sweat dripped everywhere, the sound of slapping balls was incredible, Logan’s tool pounded effortlessly into his friend’s pooper, he reached around and jacked him, too!
	“Here it comes, you bee-atch!” Logan near yelled.
	Shawn leaned down on his elbows, pooching his ass up a little more and opening his cheeks, “Fuck me, whore, fuck me!” he called out.
	Logan did.
	He began to quickly jerk, flex, and strain.  “Oh fuck, shit, fuck!” he exclaimed--which was a lot out of character for Logan Masters, the all-star handsome boy of Stonrybrook Middle School.
	Cum ran like a river out of Shawn’s hole.  Logan spanked his friend’s cheeks and finally pulled free his smoldering schlong from Shawn’s smoldering sphincter.  Shawn fall to the warm sand, a hand beneath him squeezing his throbbing pecker.  In moments he had recovered enough of himself to roll over and look upon his friend.  He smiled, he, too, was handsome in his own right and had an aire of “cool” about him.  Wavy hair, a dazzling smile, a twinkle of mystic in his eyes…
	He stood up and came to his friend who was jerking off his cum squirter--and inserted his OWN cum squirter into Logan’s mouth.  Logan gripped the friendly prong and sucked it to his delight.  And he did seem to delight in it as he made many a many pleasing yummy sound.
	And in moments later his mouth was filled to overflowing capacity as rivers of cream drizzled out the corners of his mouth.  He choked once but that was all.  He took his friend’s cock and rubbed it all over his hadsome creamy face, working the cock to squirt out just a little more juice.

	Logan stood stunned, with a little boner growing between his legs.  Slim Gymon ejected the video tape and tapped it with his fingers.  Logan could see the man had a MAJOR boner between his legs.  The man wore typical dress slacks, dark tweed brown with an almost peach colored dress shirt and non-matching tie.  The tape he placed in a drawer of his desk.
	“I don’t think too many of your friends know about you and your naked friend, eh?” Slim asked a question with an obvious answer.
	Logan was too stunned to answer.
	“And your parents, teachers, coaches…” went on Slim.
	Logan, like Morgan, began to feel slightly ill to his stomach.
	“We’ll keep this our little secret,” said Slim, “but, uh, uhm, come here.”
	Timidly Logan stepped to the side of the man heavy old oak desk.  Slim looked Logan up and down, mostly fascinated with the boy’s “boner between the legs.”  Logan was a little uncomfortable.  He didn’t know how old exactly Slim was, but in his early thirties or so.
	“Let’s see it.” said the man.
	Logan didn’t know what to do--this was bad, real bad.  His eyes darted about, kind of in the direction of “where’d he put that video?”
	His stomach felt very ill, his cock surged and his eyes fell onto Slim rubbing himself.  Nervously Logan held his hands to his pants’ button.  ‘let’s see it.’ Slim had said.  Could he?  Could he unleash his cock?  Then what?  Logan couldn’t think that far ahead.  He began to sweat and feel lightheaded.
	Suddenly his jeans were undone and the flaps pulled back, then his briefs were tugged down to release his cock as if in for to pee.  He stood numbly unsure of himself.  He waited.
	He didn’t have to wait long.  Slim leaned in from his business desk and gave the half hard schlong a tug.  He then worked his fingers inside the underwear and fondled the boy’s nuggets.
	It gave Logan a few strange feelings--he was annoyed, amused, frightened, and aroused.  Slowly his cock was growing to full masted stiffness and Slim was tugging on it strongly.  Slim tugged on the member basically pulling Logan to him closer.  Then, with his other hand he tugged down Logan’s jeans and underwear and began fondling the boy’s bare ass.
	Logan still had mixed feelings.  Slim wasn’t a friend and he was at least twice as old as himself--it was kinda creepy.  But he was over a barrel and couldn’t back out.  
	Slim leaned in and suddenly was sucking on Logan’s cock!
	One suck, two suck, three suck, four!  The sucking was impressive and Logan felt gentle stirrings of the need to ejaculate.  He managed to hold off and Slim pulled back eyeing the near nude boy.  He continued fondling the balls and bare ass and then turned the boy around, leaning him down onto the desk.  A lot of attention was given to Logan’s ass then, mostly the smoothing of Slim’s hands all over his bare bum, then Slim was licking Logan’s rim and inserting a finger.
	Logan focused his eyes on general paperwork on the desk, there was a picture collage of kids and a woman Logan figured were Slim’s, dealership contracts, the remote control for the tv/vcr.  
	Slim entered the boy’s tight anus and plugged him good.  His hands gripped the boy’s soft bare hips and he began a steady and ardent fuck.  Logan began counting how many paperclips he could count in the divy tray, his cock was pressed up against the desk and it didn’t feel too good.  He could feel Slim’s jim in his ass driving in as deep as it could--it was not so unlike Shawn’s cock fucking him, but it was different.
	Logan counted 28 paper clips, 13 push-pins, three dozen or so assorted rubber bands and lots and lots of paperwork.  Slim finally pulled out and began spanking his manhood against Logan’s kinda tan cheeks.  Cum squirted out of Logan’s sphincter and drizzled down his legs.
	Slim breathed hard and placed his hands onto the desk to “get a grip” of himself.  The man’s sweat dripped down onto Logan.  Logan’s cock was rock hard, he didn’t want a hard-on, he didn’t want his ass fucked by an adult, either!
	Slim sat down in his chair almost slumping/falling.  His cock had limped out but cum still squirted in juts from the piss hole.  “God damn, boy!” he grinned.  He fondled himself, opened his legs wide and took another moment to reclaim himself.
	Slim patted Logan’s sweaty ass that was warm.  The boy stood up, his mind and body as a whole were numb.  Numb.  In like he hadn’t realized that he had undone his pants and unzipped them, he suddenly found himself across Slim’s lap, hands pressed to the floor.
	SWAT!  SWAT!  SWAT!  SWAT!
	Four hard bare handed to bare ass swats came to Logan’s sweet ass.  He clenched each time he was smacked.  His eyes bulged and he simply couldn’t believe the horror.  Like Morgan, he couldn’t remember the last time he had ever been smacked on the ass.
	SWAT!  SWAT!  SWAT!  SWAT!
	Four more lauded his ass and then the car salesman of the year stood Logan up,
	“I’ve got another one here, too, you should see.”
	From out of the lower desk drawer, that was lockable, came another non-descript video cassette.  It was placed into the video machine and revealed another stomach churning scene of Logan’s naughty side.
	In a sublime rustic area of forest with a shallow river nearby in sight, two lovely young kids were enjoying nature--the natural way.  A boy about eight or so lay on his back while a lovely young girl of the same age lay on top of him giggling.  Their clothes were scattered about the clover laden ground and Logan sat on his knees right up against--also naked.
	Logan rubbed his hand all over the girl’s butt, smacking it and squeezing, jamming a fingering into her asshole all the while he humped his cock with his hand.  
	He leaned back to exam more closely the girl’s business end and then his hand was seen working furiously as if he were masturbating--but doing so unto the young boy beneath the girl.  And he was.  He was also helping guide the young prong into the girl’s poon.
	Then the girl began to rise her hips up and down, straddling the boy and doing the nasty.  Logan nodded a pleasing head and pressed his cock up against the girl’s side--he then scooted on his knees to be in front of the girl--pressing the head of his glistening knob to the girl’s lips.  Then, with a gentle hand to the back of the girl’s blond head he moved his prick into her mouth and worked her head back and forth.
	Only a few pumps, he pulled out and rubbed it all over the girl’s grinning face, poked her nose and then squatted right onto the forehead of the boy underneath having the boy suck on his balls.
	After just a few minutes, the girl sat up, the boy’s penis popped out of her poppin and she giggled some more.  Her blond hair hung in curls just to her shoulders, a bright sunny face--she was truly adorable.  Logan had her turn about and plant her butt onto the boy’s face.  She laid down and began toying with Mark’s cock, sucking it, masturbating it, kissing the head and playing with his hairless nuggets.
	Mark licked Courtney’s pussy while Logan licked the girl’s ass crack and diddled her hole.  Then, with Mark prying the girl’s cheeks open, Logan mounted and poked the head of his cock into the hole…

	The video machine clicked off.  Logan felt close to throwing up.  Getting caught, busted, or anything of the sort was the very last thing he wanted to happen.  He sighed deeply and noticed that he had a half limp cock, his ass still burned and his balls tingled.
	Slim’s cock WAS hard.
	The man nodded to him and semi-reluctantly he moved to his knees, looked at the steaming schlong pulsing before him and gripped it.  Slowly he stroked it and then placed his lips about it and went down on him.
	
*

	His face pressed into the pillows, they were soft and cool--all the while his bouncing body was hot and sweaty--and his asshole screaming.  There wasn’t a lot of pain just severe discomfort as Slim Gymon pounded him from behind.
	Slim also worked Logan’s hot sweaty cum dripping cock, Logan trying hard to hold off cumming until it was in a hole, so far he hadn’t had to stuff Slim’s 30-something year old poop chute, but would if he had to.
	Despite the family photos on Slim’s desk at his workplace office, Slim lived alone.  It was a modest house and was well kept--Slim had a maid come in three days a week.  Slim pound with deliberate force, gripping hard Logan’s teenage hip as well as his teenage dong.
	Finally a gusher load of hot gooey spunk shot out of the butt fucking man’s cock and DEEP into Logan’s teenage rectum.  Almost instantly did Slim’s sexual furor plummet.  He pumped a little more, strained, groaned loudly but pleasingly and finally eased out his steaming schlong.
	“Son-of-a-fucking-bitch!” he blurted out.  He smacked his cock against Logan’s fine ass, humped the crack and was highly bemused at the cum spilling out of the boy’s anus.
	Logan stroked his own cock; it, too, was ready to shoot.
	Slim sat back on his heels on his bed coated totally in sex sweat.  He continued working his organ, cum still oozing out of it.  “Jack off on me.” he said.  Logan’s asshole was smoldering, he fingered it a moment and then sat up and faced his adult co-worker.  With measured strokes he jacked himself, aiming to squirt his love juice onto Slim’s genitals (or wherever the cum splatter would squirt.)
	“Did you get all the way in?” Slim asked.
	Logan gave the man a blank stare, ‘What?’ he had no idea what Slim was talking about, asking.
	“That little girl you where with--in the video I have of you; did you get your dick into her asshole?”
	Logan’s stomach tightened up, sweat stung his eyes and his cock was near ready to surge orgasm.
	“Kinda.” he said, “J-just the head.”
	Slim smiled then asked, “What about her pussy, you get any into her cunt?”
	Logan shook his head, “No, I-I just lay it on her.”
	It had been as many as three days since their first encounter in Slim’s office, Logan sweated the day he did return to work, knowing that the perv Slim had something against him (on him) he could make outlandish demands any time he wanted.
	Logan wasn’t too opposed but then again…
	Logan stayed out on the lot keeping as busy as possible.  When it was close to five o’clock he had to go into the main office area to clock out.  Slim was waiting and told the boy to “come to his office.”
	Logan didn’t want to, he had been almost sick to his stomach since the first day.  At it was quitting time, there was no time for hanky-panky stuff.  But he went anyways.  And nothing much happened; Slim hugged the boy, lowered his pants and masturbated him.  Then there was some kissing and ass grabbing followed by Slim going to HIS knees and sucking off on the boy; “Cum in me, boy, give me your love!” Slim said in between sucks.
	Logan did so, shooting a massive load of hot spunk in under two minutes.  Then, Logan was laid out over the desk and Slim licked the boy’s crack, fingered his hole and spanked his ass red and then made a quick insertion and fucked him for five minutes.
	Nothing much happened…
	Before Logan left to go home Slim asked him to “come by my house” after schooling come the morrow.  Logan reluctantly agreed.

	Logan knew what was going to come nextly (after cumming), his cock spewed forth a great quantity of hot juicy milky white cum, it splattered onto Slim’s stomach and then onto Slim’s asshole ramming cock and sweaty balls.  Logan humped his schlong until it was totally spent.  Slim continued to jack himself.  He seemed, though, displaced, a thought on his mind occupying time.
	Logan waited.  And waited.
	Slim pounded his cock and pounded his cock and pounded his cock.
	Logan waited.  His asshole still needed attention, fingering to be reassured, he knew he was going to shit cum for days.  Sweat trickled like rivers all over his face, a brief image of Courtney filled his mind--like the one from the video--he HAD only stuffed her tight little asshole with the head of his cock.  The desire was strong, though, to fully insert his cock and fuck her proper.  He was hoping Mark would be able to break her in more fully in that regard paving the way to make it easier for him…
	With Slim’s mind preoccupied Logan eased off the bed and made for the private bathroom--wiping his gooied hole, peeing, and then deciding to take a quick shower.
	He was joined, of course, minutes later.  Slim embraced the boy, kissing him and then stuffing the boy’s asshole with a little more vigor.  Even the “reach around” seemed more aggressive.
	After the shower while drying, and Logan asshole smoldering more than ever, Slim said, “Do you think you could bring them two kids of yours here?”
	Logan stared at the man.  He couldn’t breath.  His smoldering sphincter slammed shut tight.  His balls cinched up and his cock languished and began to shrivel.  
	‘Oh my God!’ Logan said to himself, his mind was blank--but he knew what the bastard wanted--to fuck (with) Mark and Courtney!

*

	Like Morgan, Logan had a problem.  It was one thing to be sexually involved with a co-worker, an ADULT co-worker, but to be blackmailed on top of it all was a bitch--a pure-dee-bitch!
	And explaining the deal to the two was even a more bitch.
	For Mark, fooling with Logan sexually was alright, but it was generally in the context of being involved with Courtney.  It was the same with Courtney, too.  Going to a man’s house for to do the same thing Logan did with them privately was not so well received.
	Logan told Slim the kids’ reluctance--even with the knowledge that their secretive antics had not been so secretive after all and had been actually captured on video.  
	“Do you know any other kids, boys--girls?” Slim asked.
	Logan didn’t quite get it.  Who the fuck WAS this guy?

	A dangerous guy.
	A few days later Logan got a phone call at his home.  He was in his room jamming with tunes while doing last minute homework.  Soccer practice was in a few minutes and then some socializing with the “gang” at the pizzeria.  On the phone was Slim Gymon.
	“Why don’t you come over to the house?” Slim said.  In Slim’s voice there was something that told Logan he probably should.  The “I’ve got something you should see” statement that followed frightened--if not worried, Logan.
	Logan never peddled so hard anywhere in his life.  Slim lived several blocks away and across one major 4-lane city roadway.  In the back of Logan’s mind he had a swelling fear.  The bastard was an asshole and Logan wouldn’t put anything past him.  He was deceitful and would do anything to get his way.
	“take your bike around back” Slim had told Logan.  Logan shot up thru the alleyway that was in a moderate area of living.  Some backyards had brick or masonry fences, some were ivy covered to conceal the backyards, others had wood fencing or simple chain link.
	Logan whipped his ten-speed into the backyard of Slim Gymon, shutting and re-securing the back fence gate.  He tapped on the back door, Slim had a small backyard, a jillion bushes and trees keeping the security issue optimum.
	Slim greeted Logan at the door.  He was dressed but had a bulge betwixt his legs.  Not much was said, Logan followed the man thru the kitchen, a left turn into the short hallway down to the master bedroom.
	On the king size bed was a young boy.  It wasn’t Mark.  Logan sighed.  
	The boy was breathing but was otherwise “unconscious.”
	“He wont be any problem.” Slim said with a wicked smile of glee.  He gouged his hand into his bulge and moved to the bed.  The boy was clad merely in his underwear, blue with cartoon characters on them.  He was a young’un of about seven years or so.
	How he was “acquired” was not known to Logan.  There was no signs of physical abuse or bruises, cuts or abrasions.  The boy was dark haired and of Chinese parents, or at least one was, he had blue eyes.  Logan had to admit that he DID look good--as good as young Mark.  Strange feelings (of the sexual kind) began to stir in him.
	Slim sat on the bed and locked the little boy’s ankles then lifted his legs.  Slowly he slipped the child’s underwear off his young ass and eased them up his legs.
	“It’s a safe bet he’s probably a virgin.” snickered Slim.
	Logan guessed so, too.
	There was a strong-strong desire in Logan.  He didn’t know the boy and sometimes--just sometimes--had wanted to encounter a young boy somewhere somehow and do to him what he had been doing to Mark--if not more.
	Now was the opportunity but it wasn’t right.
	With the young boy’s underwear off Slim kept the youngster’s legs up and smoothed his hand up and down the boy’s legs.  His hairless immature testicles were squeezed between his legs, his unstained yet asshole was right there, too.
	Slowly the boy’s legs were opened, his little penis was a dinky and Logan desired extremely strongly to suck it.  He loved sucking on Mark’s little dick and was hard pressed when about other little boys he knew, or didn’t know.  Every little boy he knew (and didn’t) he wanted to see naked and sitting on his face.  He wanted strongly to suck on their little schlongs and balls, lick their assholes and then hump on them.
	The desire to do likewise with little girls was there, too.
	How little?  Logan was afraid to admit it to himself, he wasn’t sure.  At least out of the toddler stage, he wasn’t interested in babies (or at least he hoped to think that he wasn’t!)  But boys at least five and older were to his liking.  Five and older.  
	Logan felt flush.  This was wrong.  It was molestation plain, pure, and simple.  He knew it was wrong.  Really wrong.  In thought and deed.
	And then he was nude.
	He didn’t know when or how but somewhere along battling with morality in his mind he had stripped off his clothes.  Slim was nude, too, and laying up against the little naked boy’s body.  Slim fondled the child’s cock, squeezed his little nuggets and humped up against the boy’s hip.  Cum was already soiling Slim’s dick head, as was it so for Logan’s.
	Nothing was said.  What was there to say?  Logan found himself roaming his hands onto the boy’s nude body--traveling down to the lad’s penis and tezzies.
	Slim went down and began kissing on the boy’s nipples.  Logan suddenly found himself incredibly intrigued.  It wasn’t Mark, and there were several differing thoughts about the situation.  To give in?  Could he?  It wasn’t Mark but he was okay.  He was young, he was unconscious (somehow) and naked.
	The taste sensation of Haun’s seven year old cock was beyond description.  Logan found himself sucking and sucking as if he couldn’t get enough--as if he were trying to elongate the little pecker.  He suckled on the hairless nuggets, too--as well as probed the boy’s asshole determining that he was extremely tight and thusly virginal.
	At length the time came whereas Slim couldn’t hold back his lust.
	“Hold his legs.” Slim told him.
	Logan knew what was to come.  He couldn’t imagine it, he himself was too big to even fully sink himself into Mark’s eight year old asshole, and yet Slim was apparently going to go up the seven year old’s!
	Out of a nightstand drawer Slim retrieved a tube of infamous cock lube.  With cum juice spilling already from his cock he pre-lubed the boy’s anus.  Logan’s stomach tightened, his heart pounded in his chest.  If the boy was older, at least ten or so it’d be different.
	Slim didn’t seem to care and after a generous lubing of the boy’s asshole Slim’s greased pole began an ardent adventure into sodomy.  Logan held the child’s legs back, masturbating himself with one hand and watching the boy’s face.

	Only a few times did the boy grimace.  Slim made anal entry of just the head of his cock.  He pumped a little and then laid his cock onto the boy’s genitals and fucked him there.  When he began to cum he reshuffled the lad’s hole and made a more stern penetration and got a little more of his manhood into the virgin backdoor.
	A goodly amount of love juice was expelled into the boy’s anus.  More was emptied onto his balls and cock.  Logan licked his lips and knew he wanted to do the same.  And he did.  Slim scooted to the boy’s side, holding his legs back and Logan went down on him, cleaning the spilled spunk and diddling a time into the boy’s rectum, tonguing him and fingering until his cock was just too demanding.
	Logan’s dong was a bit smaller in length and girth, but still--Haun Lo Lee was a virgin.  Despite his young anus being sufficiently lubed and probed, full anal entry took a little doing.  And Logan found himself becoming more and more determined to make full anal entry as time went on.
	And there was that “time” issue.  He had missed practice and that was bad, he needed an excuse to cover his ass, then to hurry home to block any potential “coach calling the house”; he didn’t want to have to explain or LIE to his folks about his whereabouts.  
	Hanging at an adult co-workers house after hours would not look too good--not in turbulent times that existed where sexual depravity ran rampant and amok throughout the nation.
	What the ultra perv Slim Gymon would do with the unconscious Chinese boy after Logan split wasn’t known.  Logan had more mixed feelings.  He HAD enjoyed sodomizing the boy and getting off, sucking on the boy’s wares, spanking him and watching Slim have his way, too.  But he worried about the boy’s ultimate safety.  There were bad things happening to kids all over the nation--very bad things.
	It was a tough deal to go to school, socialize, continue fooling with Mark and Courtney--although now at a more secure location (he hoped.)  He was nervous and the one soccer practice he did make he did a miserable job at to the point where the coach grew concerned to wit at length Logan went home.
	He walked sometimes and rode his bike sometimes.  He was walking this time.  Down alleys was his usual route, it was quicker than the direct route.  He was taking the day off from work, claiming he needed to “study.”  Thankfully he had not been pestered by the likes of Slim Gymon.

Other things in the closet besides the boogyman
	Getting home Logan fled to the sanctity of his room, peeled off his clothes and flopped onto his bed on his back.  His cock was at half mast and with the images of Mark and Courtney filling his mind, Slim and Haun Lee, Logan quickly had a hard-on going and he began to flog himself.
	He pulled his legs back and wished someone was with him, like Brandon, to spank him, suck his balls, or fuck his asshole.  He spanked himself and tugged on his nuts, then sat up and jerked his cock stretching it as much as he could--trying to suck it himself.
	He stopped suddenly when he heard a door slam, a car door.  Rolling off his bed he peeked out the window and down to the driveway askewed at an angle.  It was still empty, the door slam was from a car across the street.
	Logan sighed and flopped sittingly on his bed.  Life was getting difficult.  The phone rang in the hallway, he wasn’t going to answer it, besides--he was supposed to be still at soccer practice.  No one else was home, the answer machine would catch it.
	The answering machine.  If it was his coach calling in concerningly to his parents about his foul up at practice he would have to erase the message.  He went to the machine on the hall table, it was just a friend of the family.  Cum dripped from his cock.  
	Looking up he saw his cousin Amy’s bedroom, the door was open.  Was she home?  His mom’s sister had fallen on hard times after her divorce and she and daughter Amy had moved in to stay until they could get back on their feet.  The house was big enough and not a problem of space.  Logan had had other siblings, two older and two younger.  One of the “two older” was away at college, the other at a military academy.
	The “two younger” were out of the house, too--although temporarily.
	Amy was a long tall girl with flaming red hair.  She was kinda shy and didn’t say much.  She looked alright for a girl of twelve, she usually wore tube dresses or thin cottony summer dresses.  She had a form but it wasn’t much.  For some reason, Logan hadn’t given his pre-teen cousin much thought of the sexual nature.  
	There were a few times he had seen her nude, but just a brief glimpse as she hadn’t shut her door all the way.  Was that on purpose?  He saw her more times in her underwear, no bra.  Also on accident.  Again, on purpose or other?  And with summer in full bloom, she mostly pranced about in a near revealing yellow flowery one piece swimsuit.
	It didn’t give cause for Logan to get a boner, he saw her and thought up other girls in similar attire and THAT gave him a boner.  Slowly he stepped up to the partially open door.  In his mind he hoped to see her spread-eagled on her bed fingering herself.  He’d give her something to finger alright!
	But she wasn’t.  She was probably still at school.
	Logan returned to his own room, shut and locked the door and returned to his bed and returned to happy jerking off.
	Mark and Courtney.  Haun Lee and Slim.  Slim and Logan.  The images filled his mind and then others came, including Amy.  All the girls (and some guys) he knew at his school, some teachers, too.  His cock screamed and had grown significantly--desperately he wanted to suck his own cock.  But he couldn’t.  He spanked himself some more, diddled his asshole and jerked his organ until a righteous load of spunk matter splashed onto his belly.
	He gave out a mighty blurt of “AHHHH-YEAH!” and continued jerking until every drop was out of his dick.  The cum pooled on his semi-hard stomach, he diddled his fingers in the spilled spunk and then licked his fingers.  Then, still reeling, he whipped himself over onto his stomach and began humping the bed, one leg dropped off the side of the bed for got angle action.  He then moved to the middle of the bed with his ass up and proceeded to fondle himself as well as spank.
	His dresser had a small half-mirror; turning his body width wise across his bed he could see his body, he liked seeing “sex in action”.  He could just see his ass, though, not his balls scrunched up between his legs as he humped.  He spanked himself some more and pulled his cheeks open.  Looking back he suddenly saw something.
	It was his walk-in closet and someone was in it!
	He looked up from his bed to the closet that was on that side.  The closet had wooden slats and one of doors was partially open.  Quickly he jumped off of his bed and yanked the door open.
	Twelve year old Amy Druthers cowered within at the corner.  A mass of sports clothes and equipment were everywhere--it was a boys’ closet after all.
	“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Logan nearly yelled.
	Amy was too stunned to answer, she was pale and trembling. Then her pretty green eyes went down to his dangling cum dripping member.
	“Oh shit!” Logan breathed.
	Amy giggled.

	“You shouldn’t be spying.” Logan said to the girl.  He sat on his bed, holding the girl at her elbows.  She was shy and sedate in nature, reposed all other times.  Long flowing light brown hair, she was kinda cute and would be cuter if not so withdrawn.  Short jean britches she wore with a 60s style light red checkered shirt.  Her hips were just beginning to form, as were her breasts.
	Amy had stopped trembling as she had been pulled out of the closet.  She avoided direct eye-to-eye contact, though and stared mostly at the floor.  Mostly.  Her eyes traveled and rested solely on Logan’s cum dripping cum squirter.
	“Did you, uhm, SEE me, everything--”
	Amy nodded.  They held hands and Logan didn’t know WHAT the fuck to do.  He flopped back on his bed and brought his hands over his eyes.  Then he realized and looked to Amy--her eyes of sea green hadn’t left his private area.  She had raised an eyebrow and was very amused at his wares.
	Logan had to go thru the spiel about “not telling anyone” what she had seen.  It would be bad for her and very bad for him.  Amy nodded that she understood.  Logan was worried and still didn’t know what to do.
	“Does it feel good?” she asked.
	Logan gulped--then he nodded, “yeah, it does.”
	There was a subject he was coming to.  He didn’t know, though, whether it was safe enough to broach or not.  It could open up a whole can of worms--so to speak. 
	She then wanted to “touch it.”
	Logan WANTD her to touch it, but was a little apprehensive.  His cock, however, was not and came to a full mast.  He made it pulse, jerk, and throb and young “innocent” Amy giggled in awe.
	Soon the ahhing-giggling child had her fingers about the pulsing prong and was gently stroking al la masturbating him.  It felt good.  Real good.  Real damn fucking good.  He caressed the girl’s cheeks and she continued squeezing his dick.
	Slowly his hands began traveling up and down her body.  Amy looked to him and he felt a little nervous and again sick to his stomach.  Then Amy pulled off her shirt, unhooked her bra and then began undoing her jeans.
	Logan watched in awe and then locked his eyes on her lovely poon, light red tinted panties she wore and then she didn’t.  When she stood, with pants and undies at her ankles, Logan saw a lovely-lovely poon lightly concealed with pre-teen poon pie fur.  
	Slowly albeit timidly he fingered the young snatch.  It quickly was worked up and was slick to his already slickered up cum coated fingers.  His other hand rested on her ass.
	And then they kissed.
	It just happened, their heads cocked and they were kissing, tongues lolling in the other’s mouth.  Amy once more gripped her fingers about Logan’s prong and masturbated him.
	Logan soon was reaching that pivotal point of ultimate ecstasy, he lay back on the bed pulling Amy onto him and her out of her clothes.  She straddled his organ, her sopping wet snatch resting right on his member.  But Logan pulled her up, dragging her up his athletic body to rest on his chest before bringing her to his face.
	Amy twisted and gyrated as her cunny was sincerely tantalized like never before.  When she lay back on his body, Logan got a nice up close and personal beaver shot.  He also determined that Amy was NOT a virgin.
	He licked the girl’s poon and wondered.