August Moone Sagas
Book 5
Absolution
Chapter 6
Dark Disturbances

Bedfellows
	To say the least it was intriguing.  Alligator clips were attached to six places.  He had survived two previous electrical discharges, the equally wicked sister came to him with one more.
	It was different than the others, it was a cylinder, a small six inch long prong, ridges were at the tip for three inches down, it was black and connected to the generator box on the table by the foot of the bed.
	Wednesday eyed her brother,  her brother on the bed adjusted himself, lifted his legs and “presented” his rectum.  Wednesday easily “inserted” the makeshift dildo into her brother’s anus, plunging the object to full insertion.
	“Comfy?” she asked.
	Pugsley grinned and his sister resecured his ankles.
	There still was no sign of the wolf boy, Eddie.
	Wednesday went to the portable generator and began to crank.
	Pugsley withered a little on the bed, his penis seemingly increasing in size.  Clips al la alligator type were attached to his testicles (x2), the tip of his growing penis, his nipples (x2), his tongue, and one al la dildo type up his butt.
	He did seem to cringe as he could see the indicator dial reaching deep into the “red zone” on the generator.  Wednesday continued to crank the unit, taking it to the maximum.
	After fifty cranks and the generator unit was beginning to show signs of overload (smoking), Wednesday eyed her brother again--then flipped the switch releasing the stored energy.
	Pugsley jolted on the bed he was secured to.  He flittered about, electricity seething and teeming from the tiny hairs on his head to the grunge between his wriggling toes.  His penis seemed to grow in length and girth, too!
	Wednesday flipped the switch back to stop the flow of energy.
	Pugsley smoldering.  He wriggled some and saw that his sister was eyeing his prong.  Their eyes met, electricity arched across his teeth, he smiled at his demure little sister, “Comth onth, Sisth, tath ath ridth.” he sputtered and spit, and drooled.
	Wednesday scratched her butt and momentarily thunk it over.
	Then, in one fluid motion pulled off her dress.
	Her brother’s eyes took her in.  By his gazing upon her, Forrest ascertained that he (Pugsley) was seriously into his sibling; he enjoyed looking at her in the buff, he had never gotten to have her on his rod.
	Down her young legs her purple panties went.  She stepped out of them, she scratched at her butt again, then pushed the table closer to the bedside.  She then got onto the bed, eyed her brother’s beefsteak, then straddled him.  Gingerly she guided his missile into her girl hood, alligator clip and all.  The boy desperately seemed to want to be able to put his hands on her butt.  (Forrest did, too.)
	Forrest noted something amiss on the young girl’s bum, a small red mark on the cleft of her darling little ass.  He made a mental note of it (for later.)
	Once every inch of her brother’s cock was up into her poon, Wednesday reached over and flicked the switch.

                                                           *

Flashing Back (again)
	The Wheel.  After Pugsley's whipping at the Post, Wednesday’s desire of torture was the Wheel.  She walked over to a large wheel not unlike a large ship‘s wheel of the pirate variety.
	“Eddie, would you help me.”
	Pugsley and Eddie followed her.  The small demure girl stepped up onto the foot supports set three feet apart at the bottom of the great wheel. Pugsley wrapped a leather band around her left ankle. Eddie likewise on the right ankle.  She stretched out her arms, gripping a pair pegs that were set into the wheel.  The boys strapped down her wrists.
	Pugsley reached up and grasped a spoke the wheel and gave it a mighty pull.  The wheel spun like a topsy-turvy merry-go-round.
	“Faster.” Wednesday said.  Pugsley pulled on the wheel again spinning it faster.  Eddie watched, fascinated as the girl's body spun in front of him. She seemed to be flexing herself as she spun, but didn't seem to be in pain. Then Eddie noticed that her dress was starting to work up her legs.
	The old style purple paisley dress rose up over knees, revealing her white thighs.  Wednesday's dress continued to move up her body. It was almost as if it had a will of its own.  Slowly as she spun faster and faster Wednesday’s purple panties were revealed.  They were tight against her body, revealing the gentle curves of her body, the split mound between her legs.  Eddie was mesmerized. 
	The dress continued moving on up her body, settling into a mound under her arms. Her white belly quivered with excitement.  Eddie involuntarily reached for his groin. The pressure therein was getting rather high. Pugsley glanced at him and grinned.  
	Pugsley suddenly pulled a lever behind the wheel bringing the great ship’s wheel to a screeching halt.  Wednesday wound up up-side down, her body revealing to Eddie's hungry eyes. “Why'd you stop?” Wednesday asked a little perturbed.
	“Our guest wanted a better look.” Pugsley snickered. 
	Eddie stepped timidly closer.  Pugsley reached out and gently touched his sister’s young mound.
	“Never seen one before?” Pugsley giggled.  Eddie shrugged and shook his head. I’ve got an older cousin, but she always keeps her door closed. I've tried, though.”
	Wednesday moaned, “Ahem!”
	Pugsley chuckled and began stroking Wednesday's thigh. 
	Wednesday moaned.  She fidgeted some and then began to look a little angry.  “I think you’d better let me up.”
	Pugsley paid her no attention, except wit his hand.  His hand moved down her thigh to the nexus of her legs.  Taking hold of Eddie's hand, he got the boy to press his fingers against Wednesday's panty-covered mound. 
	“Let me up!” Wednesday was almost pleading, but actually demanding.  
	“Hmmm,” Pugsley rotated the wheel, mused another “Hmmm.” then smiled a wicked smile.  He turned the wheel until his sister was once more on her head, her dress down, her daintiness exposed to the horndog boys.
	“Tell ya what, Sis,” Pugsley said, “I’ll let you up--mmmm, if you do something for us.”
	“What?” the girl asked.
	Pugsley grinned and rubbed his erection inside his pants.
	“Oh.” said the girl, “Well, okay.” she said not too enthused.  But there WAS a wink exchanged between brother and sister.
	The wheel was rotated again.  When she was upright again the dress fell back down catching at her hips, hanging just over her crotch. Pugsley  to unfastened her feet and wrists. “Remember your promise.” he chided.
	Wednesday rubbed her wrists and looked a little pissed. Pugsley stepped back unfastening his short pants.  Wednesday cocked her head at him.  “Shouldn't our guest go first?” she asked.  Pugsley glanced over at the blushing Eddie. “I don't think he's ready yet.”
	Eddie, unsure of quite what was going on, shook his head.
	Wednesday nodded and faced her pudgy brother.
	Pugsley's pants went down around his feet. He kicked out of them, then pulled down his underwear.  Eddie saw the boy’s prong, it was hard and stood straight up, cocked off to one side.  With the dim light atmosphere of the dungeon-playroom, any further details were nixed.
	Wednesday addressed her brother’s erection, eyeing it as it eyed her.  She gripped Pugsley's bone and began to pump it slowly.  
	“I can do it myself,” Pugsley told Eddie. “But she does it better.  At least it feels better when she does it.”
	Wednesday picked up the stroking, gripping tighter and squeezing the skin down to the base.  Pugsley’s ass cheeks tightened and he began to sweat.
	The girl paused a moment and looked up to her grinning brother.
	“Don’t you DARE pee in me!” she warned.
	Pugsley chortled and grinned and blushed.  He looked to the slightly befuddled Eddie.  “I did that once, she didn’t like it!”
	Wednesday leaned forward then, placing her lips just on the tip end of her brother’s cock.  “Oh!  Suck it, Sis, suck it!” the boy clenched his toes on the grisly manor floorboards.  He clenched his fists and gently rocked his cock into his sister’s mouth.
	Wednesday slowly engulfed her brother’s schlong, running her tongue about the super sensitive crown.  The cock began to grow and heat up inside her mouth, she had also began to fondle her “mound”, working her fingers inside her panties to tease and satiate her fevered cunny.
	Slowly Wednesday worked herself down on her brother’s pud, lightly raking his sensitive skin with her teeth.  Pugsley made noises aplenty, mostly unintelligible.  Eddie standing nearby stroked himself, unaware that he had “whipped” out his cock.  Suddenly, he became aware that Wednesday was stroking him, fondling his balls and “prepping” him.

	Brother Pugsley fully had his schlong in Wednesday’s mouth.  The girl latched on tightly and dragged her teeth up the length of the shaft, ran her tongue about the crown, diddled the piss slit, then went back down.  One hand busied their “visitor’s” balls, the other her brother’s furry nuggets.
	A fire was burning out of control in her cunny.  She held off and continued slurping on her brother.
	A jut of cum began to spill into Wednesday’s mouth.  The boy moaned and was no longer in control.  Wednesday caught the sperm in her little mouth.  He spurted for several seconds.  Afterwards his cock popped out of her mouth and humped her face.  Wednesday worked the softening organ, flopping it and continuing to tease it until her brother stopped spurting and stepped back.
	After he had stopped sperting, Pugsley backed away from her, breathless, until his back was against the whipping post. He sank to the floor moaning and groaning, flogging his dog.
	On Wednesday’s small roundish face there were small gobs of her brother’s spunk.  She flicked her tongue to the corners of her mouth and swallowed the rest.  She then turned her attention to Eddie.
	Eddie gulped.  His pud was out, his balls surging.  He HAD seen his live-in cousin not biologically connected to him in her underwear, he had heard her fart, and sometimes when she was in the bathroom she was moaning.  He didn’t know why and chalked it up to do with something terrible on the toilet.
	Eddie blinked, blankly.  He gulped and stood dumbly while Wednesday eyed him.  He didn’t really know what to expect despite standing watching as Puglsey had gotten sucked.  And despite some of Pugsley’s antics, he seemed to like it.
	Wednesday faced the boy, there was almost a brief smile.  Eddie looked into the girl’s dark eyes, like pools of oil.  His felt his cock stirring and was unaware that Wednesday was already playing with it.  The boy was totally mesmerized, captivated even.  He was totally unaware of what she was doing, only mildly attentive.
	Wednesday held her poise and any outward signs of emotion and tugged continuously on the boy’s stiffening prong.  Slowly she knelt down and once more eyed a one-eyed demon.  Again she almost smiled.  It was a bit smaller than her brother’s, but that was okay.  Lovingly she stroked it, tugging the skin to the base.  His little nuggets were bare of hair, that was alright, too.
	Slowly ever so slowly Wednesday tugged down the boy’s short pants.  They were almost velvet-like.  He wore a jacket that was near velvet, too--it made the entire ensemble kinda dorky and an instant attention getter--the bad sort of attention.
	An off-white shirt was underneath with a ridiculous bow-tie.  It didn’t bother Wednesday, though--she thought he looked rather cute/handsome.
	Down came the short pants, followed by his boxers.
	Pugsley continued flogging his dog, moaning and carrying on by the Post.  His sister gave awesome blowjobs!
	Wednesday continued undressing young Eddie until he was fully nude.  She then returned her attention to the boy’s prong.  Like she had done unto Pugsley, her lips lightly pressed against the phallic, then gingerly her tongue rolled about the sensitive crown.  Eddie’s eyes bulged, his balls surged, his mouth hung open in awe.  “Holy shit!” he blurted.

	                                               *

	The electricity flowed and the two on the bed jostled around uncontrollably.  Somehow Pugsley had gotten his hands out of the cords binding them to the bed post.  His wrists were rubbed raw but he didn’t seem to care, he clamped his hands to his sister’s ass and held on tight.  The two sibling lovers bucked and humped madly as electricity arched all over their nude bodies.
	In less than two minutes, though, it was over.
	“Holy fucking ape shit!” blurted Pugsley.  “That was fucking great!”
	There was no comment from his sister.  She lay on him, clutching her fingers to his chest.  Pugsley caressed her ass, his cock still embedded up into her pussy.
	“Fuck!” exclaimed an unseen voice.  Forrest couldn’t see the wolf boy, but knew he was just out of sight; the door he was peeking through was only crack a bit.
	“We ought to do it again,” said Pugsley, “this time, though, you come on, too, stuff yerself into her butt hole!”
	Wednesday was so noted to gulp and raise eyebrows.
	“Are there extra clips?” Wednesday asked in an almost shaky voice.
	Pugsley grinned and told Eddie to look in his ditty bag.
	Forrest stepped away.  He didn’t know what to think--much less do.  Oh, he knew what he WANTED to do, to join in!  Of course!  Just what had he gotten himself in to?  How strange (or dangerous) were the three?
	There were needs in him to be satisfied.  Bathroom needs.  In the hall bathroom on the toilet sat a slightly sleepy Becky.  She was peeing.  She had panties on (at her ankles) and a bathrobe.  Nothing else.  This didn’t help Forrest’s needs.  (well, in a way it did…)
	Stepping into the bathroom he faced the young girl and unfurled his mighty cock.  He stroked it and pressed it against the girl’s lovely young face.  She was receptive, timid and shy, but not frightened or horrified.  A bit of smegma anointed the head of his dick, he pressed it against the young girl’s face and then to her lips--pushing himself into her.
	Becky held firm on the seat of the toilet.  She farted but had completed peeing.  She was a little frightened but endured the invasion.  Half the beefy schlong filled her mouth before she reached her hands up; one gripping the man’s shaft the other clutching his testicles.
	One urge was satisfied--to a point--stuffing his rod into a young girl’s mouth.  The other need quickly approached.  He didn’t want to sicken the child or cause her any internal discomfort--medically speaking.  He withdrew his schlong and had the girl part her legs.  His cock was still mightily stiff, he had to make adjustments to his stance as well as angle his cock down.
	A hard steady stream of healthy urine erupted out of his piss slit, splashing mostly onto the girl’s belly and tickling her furless cunt.  The girl giggled, peed a little more herself, and farted.
	Forrest reshuffled her mouth and fucked it until he relieved his other more pressing need.

Still Flashing (back)
	Wednesday sat back, her butt resting on her heels.  Her tongue once more licking away cum.  It wasn’t a lot of cum (in her mouth), and it didn’t taste all that different than her brother’s.  
	Eddie gulped and was awash in sweat, he stared down to his cum squirter in total awe.  “It’s never done THAT before!” he almost wailed.
	Wednesday held her grin to herself, clutched the boy’s testicles, “I can make it do all sorts of things!” she said with an almost evil decree.
	“Hey, Sis,” quipped Pugsley crawling over to the pair, “think we can, uh, y’know, do you?”
	Wednesday twisted her mouth in thought.  Then, with a sigh, “I suppose.”  she stood and hooked her thumbs to her panties and lowered them.
	A small almost unheard moan of astonishment was uttered from young Eddie.  Another from Pugsley just askew from Wednesday.  She rubbed her bare butt, stretched, then contemplated the next move.  Eddie licked his lips and couldn’t tear his eyes from her hairless poon.  “Whoa.” he said lowly.
	Eddie’s young pud that had just creamed off for the first time had slightly begun to go soft, then, upon Wednesday lowering her underwear--it quickly re-stiffened.  His body tightened and he waited.
	Wednesday cast her eyes to a small crate by an old tool table.  Clearing some of the old tools from it she hoped onto the table and opened her legs, revealing her inviting cunt.  She placed her feet on the edge of the table and lightly fingered herself.  She bit her lower lip, gulped unknowingly and waited for the horndog boys.
	Pugsley approached first, stroking his cum leaking bone, grinning foolishly and licking his lips hungrily.  Wednesday opened her legs wider and Eddie stood to one side, watching as he strange new friend went to his knees and began licking Wednesday’s pussy.
	Eddie guessed it must of felt as good to a girl’s private area as it did when the girl sucked a boy’s wiener.  He guessed but didn’t know for sure.  Pugsley licked, lapped, and drove his tongue into his sister’s cunt, using his thumbs he pulled the “lips” apart and licked deep inside the girl.  Wednesday clutched at the rough edge of the table, twisting and gyrating some as her brother’s overly talented tongue drove her to ecstasy.
	A strange stirring began to seethe over Eddie.  He didn’t pay it much attention at first, not until all too familiar feelings teemed within his soul, and his hair began to grow at his neck.
	Pugsley continued noshing on his sister until she was in a fever pitch, she held off as long as she could before blurting out--“FUCK ME!”
	Pugsley though desperately wanted to indeed fuck his sister, he held off--tormenting her was more to his pleasure.  He jammed a thumb into her seldom fucked asshole and continued licking her juicy cunt.
	Eddie’s eyes went from sandy brown to piss yellow.  His skin changed from smooth to something more like sandpaper.  From toes to nose there was hair growing exponentially.  His cock even changed shape.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” he blurted aloud.  “Of all the rotten times!”
	Briefly Pugsley and Wednesday paused to look at their new friend.

	Eddie looked in the bathroom mirror.  “Damn!” he said kind of reluctantly, “I forgot about the full moon.”
	Slowly as the dark clouds outside the odd mansion dispersed, Eddie  watched himself in the mirror as his nose turned dark and lengthened. Fine dark hair formed on each side of the nose spreading quickly across his face. His hands, too were rapidly covering with fur. 
	“Soooooo,“ drawled Wednesday behind him, “do you become a homicidal maniac.“ she sounded almost hopeful.
	“Naw, not supposed to happen until I’m older.” he scratched his balls and ran his hands along the “tail” that was sprouting from his tail bone.
	“I just mostly get on fences and yeowl, run amok and scare people.  I like pissing on cars and doors, and people.”
	“So you need to go out?” asked Wednesday.
	Eddie was no longer capable of human speech, he wagged his tail and nodded his head.  He was, at least, capable of understanding human speech.
	“Mind if we tag along?” Pugsley inquired.

                                                       *

Bedfellows ARE strange!
	Nancy stood at the door, she almost shocked if not dismayed; dripping from her young daughter’s mouth was man cum.  The spunk coated her cheeks, chin, and dripped onto her naked chest.  The man who had spilled the spunk stood with an outstretched arm bracing to the back wall of the toilet still jerking his prong.
	He groaned and moaned, striving to shoot out every bit of his spunk as possible.  Little Becky sat on the toilet, her tender ass getting sore from the prolonged sit.  The taste of the spunk matter was not to her liking, but she dealt with it just the same.
	Finally, the Invader was through.  He selected a washcloth and helped himself to clean and revitalize his prick.  Becky wiped her pussy and stood, stepping out of her panties.  The Invader turned to her, his cock limping out.  With the same wash cloth he cleaned off her face and chest, then diddled his fingers to her hairless poon.
	Nancy, the mother, seemed riveted to the floor unsure as to what to do.  The Invader’s cock somehow restiffened and pressed against the young girl’s backside.  Deeply he wanted to thrust into her, but he somehow managed to hold off.
	Breakfast was ready anyhow.  Forrest went down to the end bedroom, knocked politely on the door and then opened it.  All three children therein were on the bed, Eddie on top of the back of Wednesday, his “dog” dick in her asshole.  He had just creamed.  Pugsley had done likewise.
	“Breakfast.” Forrest said.  He massaged his cock, very much so did he want to stuff Wednesday.  Eddie and Pugsley would be good, too.  He watched the kids clamor off of the bed, untying Pugsley’s ankles.  Forrest’s eyes remained steadfastly on the lovely decorous Wednesday.  She had a lovely poon, a lovely bald poon.
	His mind slipped a cog and briefly returned to the New Digs; Noah and the others, Jane and the young girls with equally bald poons.  Suddenly he was brought back to reality (reality?  What a concept!) Naked little Wednesday was before him, stroking his penis.
	He looked down to her, her fingers wrapped about his prong lightly, working the skin back and forth.  He didn’t move.  Pugsley and Eddie dressed, Pugsley all grins as he watched his sister.  Slowly the girl placed her lips to Forrest’s bald tip, licking the piss slit--running her tongue about the head.  His cock pulsed and slid effortlessly into the young girl’s mouth.  
	He tried to keep his personal sounds to himself but they slipped out just the same--pleasing sexual relief sounds.  Nearly did all of his prong ease into the girl’s mouth, she slobbered all over the prong, worked it and fondled his balls until yet again a great gob of gusher cum was expelled.

	Becky usually spent the days (when not in school) at a friends, her mother worked.  It was clear that Nancy was in a quandary as to what to do, to leave Becky in the Invader’s “hands” or what?  She knew for sure that Becky would probably be raped.
	“Please,” Nancy almost begged--if not pleaded, “just don’t hurt her.”
	“Dear lady,” Forrest cooed to her, “fear not for I shall not.”
	It was hokey but the best he could do to reassure the confused almost distraught woman.  She could easily summon the police or whatever, or simple take the girl with her, many parents were doing just that.
	With a heavy sigh, the woman/mother left.
	Becky was a little unsure of the situation, too.
	Forrest was likewise.  Could he trust the young girl if she wanted to go over to said friend’s, if young friends wanted to come to the house?  There were consequences/inconveniences to such arrangements.  It was still early in the morn, though.  They cleaned up the kitchen, then…
Yet Another Flashback…
	Fencing.  It was a thing cats were usually privy to, but the call of the moon put young werewolves to the task, as well.  Baying, howling, yowling, pissing and farting.  Mostly the yowling and pissing part…
	Dark clouds flittered about the full moon, it caused a great stirring in the shape shifting boy, he languished mostly between human form and wolf, and most times somewhere in between.
	With an impending storm flirting about the town’s people mostly shied away from traipsing out of doors.  Kind of a let down, the trio wanted to make “encounters.”
	They stayed out all the nite, Eddie shape shifting every so often from one form or another.  Pugsley and Wednesday wishing that they had the narly ability to change to something, Puglsey wanted to be a bat, or a snake--a really BIG snake--or bat.  Wednesday kept her notion of what she would like to be to herself, but something like a werewolf, too; but bigger--much-much bigger.  (and nastier!)
	Shortly before daybreak, Eddie returned to human form.  He was also naked, having left his clothing back at the house.  The area of town they were in was populated by late sleepers.  Small quaint quintessential American homes on large lots.  Some homes had brick fences, some wooden fences, some natural hedging.  Lots of trees, most homes 2-story, well manicured lawns, quintessential Americana.
	The kids kept to the alleys and stole along the overgrowth therein.
	“Can you change at will?” inquired Wednesday.  
	“Not yet,” replied Eddie, “it doesn’t come along until I’m older.”
	Suddenly, a little girl appeared in the alley.  A red checkered dress two inches above the knees, no socks, brown hair in braids, red matching plastic ribbons, brown eyes, kinda cute, all of about seven years young.
	Wednesday and Pugsley were clothed.
	Eddie was not.
	The little girl was startled.
	Then stunned.
	Pugsley grinned, chuckled, then (mis)guided the child into the overgrowth of ivy plants clinging to the brick wall making up the alleyway.  There was plenty of room within whereas many kids of the area had made impromptu forts and hideaways and the like.  Eddie stared at the little girl, somewhat curious as to why she wasn’t fussing.
	Pugsley went to his knees and eyed the girl for a moment then lifted her dress.  He grinned big and lusted heavily.  Eddie was shocked--until he looked to Wednesday.  Wednesday had her eyes closed and there was a curious yellow “aura” about her face, a blue electrical arching to her fingertips along with a general “humming” coming from her as a whole.
	Pugsley raised the little girl’s dress with one hand and lowered her yellow cotton panties with the other.  He smiled a heart’s content then pulled the girl’s dress completely off, tugging the panties to her ankles.
	“She’s in a trance.” said Pugsley, “so’s she!” he grinned and gently laid the child “in a trance” down on her clothes, opening her legs.  Eddie didn’t know what to do, or think, or whatever.  Pugsley went down on the child, licking her pussy and making “yummy” sounds.
	“Wanna taste?” Pugsley asked sitting up smacking his lips.  Eddie was nervous, a little confused, but mostly curious.  He shrugged, looked to Wednesday and then scooted down do what Pugsley had done.  Behind him Pugsley stroked himself, grinning foolishly and admiring Eddie’s bum.
	Eddie licked on the girl’s pussy, he tried at first to make a comparison to Wednesday’s pussy.  Both were slick, there was a slight hint of “pee”, and that was about it.  He licked only to lick.  He could see the young cunt, and like Pugsley, pulled the mound lips open as much as he could dragging his tongue furiously all about.  He took note of the child’s anus, too.
	His cock was mightily hard, mightily.
	“You wanna fuck her, you can.” stated Wednesday suddenly to him.
	Eddie stopped licking and sat up.  He glanced down to his pecker, it was hard as ever.  His eyes were huge and he desperately wanted to know what it was like to actually “fuck.”  Getting a hummer was one thing, and that was great an’ all, but to actually sink his prick into a girl’s cunny had to be spectacular.
	He kinda sorta, though, wanted to sink his pud firstly into Wednesday.  Seeing his reluctance Wednesday made some sort of contact with her brother who happily obliged and took Eddie’s place.  He wasn’t rough with the nude child but did stick her and have his way.
	Wednesday had to use more of her special abilities to keep the child under control.  She had very little control over adults, if any at all.  Only children or mindless dweebs.  
	Pugsley humped the young girl, bringing her legs up about his chest, his waist, stuffing her pussy full of his teen hood until he blasted forth a hot sticky viscous liquid.  He was spent and rolled off to lean against the brick wall masturbating.  
	Eddie locked eyes on the naked child, she had been turned over and he seemed to be fascinated with her naked ass.  Gingerly he laid his hands on the bare butt, he wiped off the dirt and leave debris, parted the cheeks and examined with eyes and fingers the girl’s bung hole.  Like her poon, it was virginal.  He went down on it, licking it out and becoming more and more aroused.
	“You can put yourself in there.” Wednesday stated.
	Eddie gulped.  He chewed his lip thoughtfully, tugged on his pud and straddled up to the girl’s bum.  Wednesday had enough troubles maintaining a mind-lock, Pugsley had to get involved, lifting the child’s hips and splying the cheeks.
	Eddie guided his fuck stick into the girl’s bum, gliding it up and down her crack then taking stabs at her virgin anus before plunging inward.  It was tight, super tight.  It was a new unique sensation and he liked it.  A lot.

	In the next alley a ten year old girl was found, alone.  White cotton undies with pink hem with the words “angel” plastered on the front.  Eddie was in love--with sex.  Pugsley got the girl nude and Eddie licked her poon and doinked his way into her bum.
	Wednesday, though consumed with keeping a mind hold on the victim, was consumed with fingering herself, but not too much so as not to lose concentration.
	Pugsley became more and more absorbed in watching new friend Eddie’s ass bounce about as he licked pussy and fucked asshole.

	At least they were getting older, in the next alley a pair of twelve year old girls smoking weed were easily subdued and scooted off into the ivy space.  Sirens, though, could be heard racing to the scene of the first “encounter.”
	Both preteen girls were jeans.  Both were mildly “high”.  One was a virgin, the other gave it up to an older brother as well as a younger one.  Eddie still, though, held back from sticking his dick into the girls, he was holding out until he could fuck Wednesday.  
	Pugsley, however, wasn’t holding back and easily doinked both girls, spanked them, showered them with his urine and delighted himself in suckling their young budding breasts.
	Eddie licked their poons, took strong notice on how they (the poons) differed than the previous young bald/hairless poons.  Although he didn’t doink their poons, he did take pleasure in sodomy.
	By noon they had returned to their humble mansion abode.  Pugsley fled to the bathroom to bathe.  Eddie needed a nap.  Wednesday snagged some food from the kitchen, made a brief appearance to the astranged family members, then scampered back to her room.  She found Eddie had curled up in her closet in a dark corner and was asleep.  (he was also nude)  Wednesday undressed and flopped onto her bed.  She had a headache.  She rubbed her ass, spanked it some, then dosed off to slumber land.

                                                       *

	He took note that there were no marks whatsoever on Pugsley’s backside, nor where there any on Wednesday.  The only “mark” was the small discomforting red mark on Wednesday’s left buttock.  A boil.  Forrest found it rather amusing that as she lay naked across his lap and he proceeded to “lance” said boil, the girl flinched.  She could take a jillion volts of electricity thru her body, spankings and whippings, but a small boil bothered her!
	He just found it amusing.
	Pugsley and Eddie stood at the doorway of the bathroom as the lancing commenced.  Pugsley was merely intrigued, “does it hurt?” he wanted to know.  He was a sadist, and more!  Pug was more open about it, bringing torture in some manner or another.  Wednesday was more subtle.
	Afterwards, Eddie found need to sleep.  The moon had been out full and he had been “fencing”, among other things.  He curled up in the guest room closet and wasn’t seen for hours.  Pugsley busied himself with tinkering with some other gadgets in his ditty bag.  Wednesday found herself strangely drawn to the strange man new in her life.  He fretted about something personal and soon was off on his own, again.
	He promised not to be gone long--well, we’ve heard that one before…

Finishing Touches of Flashing
	Wednesday patted Eddie on the head.  He licked her hand then nuzzled his muzzle to her butt.  It made her giggle and she turned her butt more to him, and right into the crack of her butt he went!  His hot doggie breath and flicking tongue sent extreme sexual shivers throughout her.
	She stood up straight when hearing voices of adults coming up the steps.  The bizarre foster parents who were something of distant relatives.  She already had an instant dislike of them, and they her.  
	If it weren’t for the money issue--a couple hundred bucks for each of Pugsley & Wednesday, the aunt/uncle wouldn’t have bothered taking them in.  There was an even creepier 3rd cousin in the house, he was seldom seen.
	Quickly Wednesday ushered Eddie into her room.  She herself braced against the threshold as the wobbly Uncle Morton staggered up the stairs and leaned against the rickety banister.
	“Thare you--are.” he said in a haggered drunken voice.  “Jest whare in the fuck ’ave you’ve been, young lady?” his eyes were glazed, he reeked of booze, and he wavered in place.
	Wednesday didn’t answer him.
	He eventually slumped to the floor and passed out.  Wednesday didn’t like him, he rubbed her wrong and rubbed her.  On her very first day of arrival to the dumpy mansion of major disrepair he had slyly copped a feel of her butt.  She let it go, for the moment.  He was lustful and eyed her in a lustful manor.
	Pugsley appeared from his door, his room being right at the top of the rickety dark stairs.  He looked down to the passed out uncle, “You want me should kick him down the stairs?”
	Wednesday considered it, popped her neck and then her fingers.  
	“Nah, not right now.” she backed into her room, shutting and locking the door.
	Pugsley farted, whipped out his dick and urinated on the man.  He then returned to his own room to do his own thing.
	Wednesday made for her bed.  A long ankle length nightgown was there, purple in color with no frills, no lace, faded paisley flowers and buttoned clear to the neck.  She stood a moment with the garment in hand considering, then, “Nah,” she said, finally.  The garment was tossed over the head board of her bed.  In a fluidic motion off came her dress, she let it fall then kicked off her black dress shoes.  Her socks came nextly and she stood.
	Eddie sat by the great antique dresser licking himself, occasionally looking up to eye the disrobing girl, then lick his nuggets some more.  It was a dog thing.
	Wednesday rolled her panties (purple) down her legs and stepped out of them.  Eddie was all attentive, tongue lolling, cock drooling.
	The naked girl then crawled naked between the sheets.  She patted the side of the bed.  “C'mon, boy.” she said softly. “You sleep up here.”
	Eddie leaped onto the bed and snuggled up against her. Wednesday stroked his head and neck. As she stroked his head with one hand, the other slid down her own body under the sheet.  Eddie licked her face, his young doggie dick swelling.  He parted his legs as best he could, his doggie tail flopping against the bed it canceled out the other “sound” that almost could be heard.
	Wednesday’s fingers slipped between her legs.  Eddie looked up into her face, her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip in concentration--moaning softly.
	On her chest he rested his muzzle, realizing that his chin was directly over one of her budding breasts, and the nipple was very hard.  She stopped stroking his head, and pulled her hand under the sheet to join the other one. She raised her knees, pulling them apart under the sheet to allow access with both hands.  The sheet rode down, and Eddie raised his head, allowing her pink buds to peek out.  He paused a moment, then extended his tongue, stroking one peaked nipple.  Wednesday moaned and felt a “wetness” betwixt her legs.
	Eddie pushed his nose under the sheets.  His heightened sense of smell revealed much; Wednesday was in a high state of arousal.  She was almost oblivious to Eddie's movements as he crawled under the sheets around her legs and crouched between her feet.  Even in the subdued light, his wolf- sight revealed everything to him.  She had two fingers buried deep in her little hairless slit, the fingers on her other hand rolling her clit between them. 
	Her pace increased; Eddie watched interestedly until he could resist no longer.  He nudged forward sliding his canine tongue over her fingers.  Wednesday released the hand caressing the clit, grasping at Eddie's furry dog head.  He began to run his tongue over exposed clit.  Wednesday grabbed both his ears and made very audible moans.  Eddie continued to lick. 
	The girl began to thrash in the bed, bucking and jamming Eddie’s snout into her pussy as she would a dick.  Suddenly, her body tensed.  The fingers in her pussy stopped moving, and her body shook. “Ohhh!”
	Eddie backed away a until she stopped quivering.  He then eased his forepaws up over her hips, resting his head on her belly.  Wednesday’s hands on his head were damp from her own fluids, she breathed heavily as she stroked his fur--her young body still convulsing on its own.
	Eddie looked up at her small breasts, the nipples hard and stiff. He sighed and closed his eyes, comfortable just where he was. Her body tensed, and she sighed, letting her knees down. 
                                                         *
Unbeknownst
	He was a goofy bird who was seldom seen and heard less.  He kept to himself and every so often crossed his cousin’s palm with some cash.  Where he got it was unknown and the cousin didn’t care.  When Wednesday and Pugsley came to the house, the “Uncle” made himself even more scarce.  The children, though, were aware of him.  Wednesday aware of his unseen presence, she deduced that he had hiding places in the old mansion, which was not really a mansion but a converted mortuary.  A crematorium had been in the basement that had been converted to a “playroom” by Wednesday and Pugsley.
	Pugsley was on the trail of the elusive uncle, finding trap doors and hidden-secretive passageways.  The scant few times the uncle had been seen he had been seen wearing an odd one-piece dark brown cloak that concealed the entire body.  He was tall, too, 6-foot plus, broad shoulders, but mostly went scurrying about humped over.  He was bald headed with no ears!  Just holes where “ears” should have been.
	The eyes, too, were spooky and mysterious--almost hollow.
	He kept to himself but Wednesday wouldn’t have minded to encounter him.  As stated, she could feel his presence, prying eyes and assumed that he was within the walls or had some other manner upon which to spy on her.  (which was why she often undressed totally to the skin, as well as masturbated in bed with the sheets down.)
	Unbeknownst to the children (sort of) the uncle (Fester) had spied on them from day one--becoming more and more intrigued with their antics.  Only days after the kids’ arrival and they’re finding the cellar full of insanity than did the queer bald man find easy access to view them as they progressed.
	Great strides were needed to muffle his noises as he watched the two prance about naked.  Even more strides as they tortured one another and then engaged in sexual romps.  He was near out of his skin watching Wednesday suck off her brother.
	Then along came Eddie.
	Fester blasted hot gobs of sticky stinky glow-in-the-dark splooge onto the clapboards of his hiding place.  There was just enough space between the walls, his hiding place supreme was at a trapdoor just above the former crematorium.  With just a few slats moved in special areas the quirky uncle had more than enough viewing to spy.  His attention went from the lovely Wednesday to the handsome nakedness of Eddie.
                                                           * 

	Eddie lifted his head sleepily.  Wednesday's body was unmoving under him, except for her soft breathing.  He gazed at her little breasts, the nipples softened but still standing up on their own.  His body had returned to human form.  That was okay.  
	Suddenly there was a feeling.
	“I gotta pee.”
	He suddenly realized, though, as he began to slowly move about what the pressure was.  His penis was stiff and was fully extended.  It pressed against Wednesday's body and it felt good.  Wednesday remained sleeping peacefully unaware.  Eddie stirred, moving slowly.  Gingerly and very-very carefully slid upward just a bit. The tip of his erection slipped between her entrance.  Wednesday's head turned.  Eddie froze.  Her even breathing resumed and Eddie moved forward again.
	His began sliding into her.  Scarcely could he believe how good it felt, even with just the tip of his cock inside her.  He paused, smiling a bit of lingering canine smile.  With one more movement, he pushed his hips forward, sliding his penis deeper.  Wednesday's eyes fluttered open. 
	“OH!” she looked down into Eddie's wolf-cub face smiling.
	Eddie licked his lips, his wolfish form on the brink of returning to full human form.  He began thrusting his hips, pushing deep inside her, then pulling back out partially then back in.
	Wednesday gasped and gripped Eddie’s hips and ass.
	Eddie's movements became quicker, Wednesday wrapped her legs about him.  “Oooooooh, yes!” 
	Her body suddenly stiffened a bit. She shuddered and felt a familiar stirring within her sex.  She shook all over.  Her cunt squeezed at Eddie's slim cock, he continued to thrust.  He felt his tiny tender nuggets tighten, and a strange sensation built up just behind his heart. His skin tingled, and a little itch began between his shoulder blades.

AH!
	After expelling all the gas from his blast furnace and watching the drunken sot Uncle Morton tumble down the stairs despite his sister’s “Nahing” him, Pugsley moved to become with the walls of the defunct mortuary.  A few rats there were, bats, too.  Droppings and guano he encountered but didn’t let it bother him.  He had spent weeks getting the external and possible internal map of the mansion.  It was time to put it to use
	He was a bit pudgy and there were a few areas where making his way was rather difficult.  He did find other ‘viewing’ places, mostly makeshift air vents of one type or another.  He could see in his aunt’s room as she herself disrobed.  She stood before a great mirror hefting her 28Cs hooters.  Pugsley wanted to bone her.  He wanted to spank her, tie her up to the rafters and whip the skin off of her flesh, too.
	Mostly he wanted to bone her.
	She wasn’t a bad dish, tall, no correct posture or poise, but she was well educated.  Something had went wrong in the middle of her life, her marriage to Morton wasn’t all spiffy.  And then there was the drinking--lots and lots of drinking.
	Pugsley continued.

Young Love
	The smell of pizza was a draw.  Casually as if he belonged there Forrest meandered down the sidewalk, pausing now and then to look about and get bearings, scoping out potential “targets of interest.”
	One such was close at hand.
	He somewhat doubted that he would ever find Seth.  It was possible that Seth either had been captured, shot & killed, or was “on the lam”, missing, hiding out.  He may have gotten his family off and went “elsewhere” unable to return to the New Digs just yet.
	The New Digs.  Noah.  All the captives.
	Forrest felt himself being stretched more and more.
	It was almost confusing.
	Anyways, pizza.
	Sneaking a peak into yet another quintessential Americana home, Forrest was privy to a family taking part in a family-American tradition:  PIZZA!
	The family al la Americana consisted of  the mommy & daddy, then a teenage girl, then a pre-teen boy, then another in the single digit bracket.  Another “boy” was present who seemed to be a friend of the latter.
	Forrest wouldn’t have bothered with them if not for it to be the Narly Senses seething through him.  He lingered, checking for dogs, dog shit, small unwary prying wondering children, and the like.
	He waited.  He waited and observed the various family members and deduced that there was something about the girl.  She was not too bad looking, kinda plain, nothing striking.  She wore glasses, was a serious kind of girl, so-so dark brown hair that was so-so frizzy and difficult.
	A long narrow jaw, typical body for a girl of fourteen, a nice “rack” and so-so posture.  Forrest already pegged her for another “visitor” to the New Digs, she would be just right and fit in nicely.
	She seemed to have wandering eyes--they wandered to the two youngest boys who were typical boys when noshing on pizza--acting up, cutting up, yapping, flapping their lips about nonsensical things in their daily young lives.
	At length the teenage girl, “Mandy” scooted off down a hall.  She was making for a bedroom or a bathroom.  Forrest had to move fast and still remain stealthy.
	Coming around a hedge corner he suddenly came face to face with a very young little girl, she was all of about four or so, ice cream melting in one hand, blond hair in major curls, a roly-poly face.  A bright kinda dirty yellow top with matching short-shorts.
	Valuable time was being lost, he could be missing something.  He admired the girl for a moment, found that he was getting an erection and was about to proceed leave when…
	“Hey!  You the meter man?”
	Forrest gulped, a security breech.  He stood up quickly, behind him askew was a big beefy bastard of a man, BIG man, lots of hair, BIG tee-shirt, biker-dude.
	“Yep!” Forrest said quickly.
	“Yer jest the fuck I’m looking’ fer!”  then, “Come on.” he made a motion with his hand beckoning Forrest to come follow.  Forrest didn’t know what to do; apparently, though, the little girl hadn’t been seen.  Which was a good thing.  The biker-dude had already disappeared around the corner of an adjacent garage.  There was no fence per se separating the two properties, just a hedge row that had an opening.
	Forrest obliged to a point, easing around a corner and seeing what lay ahead.  The biker-dude knelt before the gas meter, “I think it’s got a fucking leak.” he mumbled.  An assortment of wrenches and hammers were strewn about, a large Doberman snarled but was on a tight cable leash.
	“Can you fix it?” the biker asked.
	Forrest could hear gas escaping the “incoming” pipe.  On a nearby shelf in the garage he saw a spray bottle.  Filling it with water and then some liquid soap he sprayed it on the pipe fitting showing the beefy biker the leak.
	“You aint gonna shut me down, are you?” the biker asked in a so-so threatening manner.
	“Nope,” Forrest said, “easy fix.”  he assumed a “real” gas meter person WOULD probably shut the house’s gas supply off until the pipe was fix sufficiently, but Forrest took the few minutes to do the job himself.
	“Do I got to fill out some friggin’ paperwork?”
	“Nope!” Forrest said.
	“No shit?”
	“No shit!”
	“Yer pretty damn cool!” the big man said with a so-so toothy gin and he slapped Forrest on the shoulder.  Had it not been expected and Forrest not curled his toes and planted them to the ground, the slap would have probably propelled Forrest to the stucco exterior wall.
	A beer was offered and Forrest couldn’t turn it down.

	The little girl of some minor interest was gone by the time he got back to “slinking.”  Carefully, carefully he picked his way around the corner of the house, he had to take a major piss, four beers and a grilled cheese sandwich.  The biker dude was a friendly cuss.
	Finally, though, the teen girl’s bedroom (Mandy) was located.
	She was not within, though.  Forrest did not like daylight activities, his stealth mode was to the max and not as good at day as was at night.
	Suddenly the patio door and the older of the boys, brother of Mandy, poked his head out, “Mandy?  Josh?  Bobby?  You guys out here?”
	There was no answer and the brother shut the door.
	Forrest wondered where the afore mentioned asked for were.
	His Narly Senses helped him located them.
	The backyard playhouse.  It was tucked behind another smaller garage that actually served as a green house/garden shed.  (accumulated family crap store house)  a small garden there was, a large tree, accumulated family crap that wouldn’t fit in the smaller abode and a “family” project car.
	It suited Forrest, there was just the crossing of the open fifteen feet of yard to deal with.  Summoning up his courage he kept to the fence until reaching where he just had to cross the back fence in the open no matter what.  He stopped himself and waited, his Narly Senses itching his mind and pestering him.  The need to pee increasing tenfold.
	At length he decided not to risk exposure and scuttled a fence.  He got cut up a little, ripped his clothes, and fell in a small pile of goat shit.
	“Perfect.”
	His Narly Senses were in overload.  Finding some hay he wiped off his seat of his pants and glared at the single goat.  “Don’t fuck with me, Billy, or I’ll have the biker in the next yard over come over and eat your ass!”
	The goat baaaa-ed him and Forrest went on--spying.
	In the brick house in a back room was a man putting it to a little girl.  Her yellow shirt was up to her neck, her yellow shorts on the floor along with her white kiddie panties.  Her legs were held together at the ankles, held up in the hands of a congenial looking man, dark hair, glasses, very slenderly built, and with a less than average cock sliding near effortlessly into the poon of the little girl.
	Meanwhile, a video camera operated, filming the narly goings on on the child’s bed.  The little girl on the bed didn’t seem to be too upset, she rolled and twisted some and stared out the curtained window, possibly capable of seeing the slinking in hiding man there in the bushes along the house.
	The pumping man wasn’t fully into the child’s cunny, the head and a bit of shaft.  He pumped steadily and then came to the “money shot” and pulled out, emptying his splooge onto the child’s bald cunny.  He shot a large mess up her belly and chest.  Then gently crawled up the child’s body, a hand gently behind her head guiding her to the cum squirter.
	The little girl was less enthused about it and fussed some, but was smacked on the thigh and ultimately partook of sucking on the gooey head of the man’s cock (her father).  The man jutted a little more cum, anointing the girl’s mouth and lips until he was done.
	The child then was turned over on her bed, ass up.  She was positioned so as he darling little ass was pointed to the camera.  Her cheeks were spread and her hole licked and fingered.  She was briefly spanked and then hugged, kissed, and while she sat on the man’s lap her poon was fingered until the man once more got a boner going.
	Once more he worked it up into the girl’s pussy, then tried his hand at sodomy.  He had less luck there, but not for the lack of trying.  He laid his pipe against the child’s ass flesh and humped, humped her crack and eventually spilled his load, shooting it onto her rim.  It was another fantastic money shot.
	Once more the child was hugged and then her clothes were picked up.  The man pulled up her panties and then her shorts, patted her on the ass and sent her off.  The man collected his own clothes and video camera and left the room.
	At one alley end a local law enforcement official and a National Guard unit consisting of four men talked.  Forrest almost caught their attention as he mounted the six foot brick wall and slid into the only bare area (no ivy).  There was, though, garbage cans and other various debris to sufficiently seclude him from direct eyesight.  But he HAD made some noise.  It was unforeseen and unfortunate.
	For some moments he could not see any of them and fretted.
	“Ready for another beer?”
	A deep burly (friendly) voice suddenly came to be.  Forrest was going to have to revamp his security issues.
	“Uh, I, uh, sorta--uh--”
	“Got law problems?” the beefy biker slung a load of trash crap into a large dumpster and made it not a point to be seen “talking” to someone in hiding.
	“Kinda.” Forrest answered.
	“No worries!” beamed the big man.
	Suddenly the man stood out in the middle of the alley and began making his way to the “law” folk.
	“Hey!  You as swipes, I gotta a bone to fuck with you!” 
	He was a distraction.  Forrest made a mental note to return the favor.  Whatever it may be.  He scurried along the wall and back to the house that was the first initial intended.  The Narly Senses were still active so he guessed he hadn’t missed anything.

	In the playhouse the girl (Mandy) smoothed her hands over the bare ass of the visiting boy.  Her biological brother stood nearby masturbating.  He was stark naked.  Mandy’s shirt was open and there was no bra.  The girl seemed deeply in tuned with the smoothing of her hand over the visiting boy’s bare ass.  Deeply in tuned.
	The playhouse had few windows, one on two sides.  There was a half door, a sloped roof, no porch.  The general construction seemed well and sound.  It was weathered and need some paint.  Forrest scooted to the other window for a different view.
	Mandy slid her butt down in the 3rd hand love seat with no “feet”.  her jeans were still on and even fastened--but not for long.  She lowered them then tugged down her pink panties.  Both boys, butt bare assed naked, grinned and fondled themselves.
	Mandy leaned back and diligently began a steady bout of fingering herself.  Eyes closed, lips twitching, tongue lolling all about, she began to shudder as her fingers worked mysterious magic between her legs.
	The fire tempted her and she brought her own brother, Josh, to be between her legs.  Bobby crawled up onto the sofa, Mandy placed her hand up between the boy’s legs and fondled his naked nuggets, tugged on his little boy dick, and lightly fingered his super tight rim hole.
	Her brother, meanwhile, worked his puddling against her sex.  It was dinky and no real threat to harming her.  He was eight years young and already something of a pro; he waggled his prong and glided it up and down the girl’s entrance.  He was totally mesmerized, captivated.  His eyes went from her pussy to her bare jiggling titties.

Hi-de-hi hi-de-ho some things I didn’t need to know
	On a dark and stormy night--really, the rains came off and on with bouts of horrific downpours.  During the let up a long boxy vehicle would roll in and something bulky transferred from it to the interior of an even darker and gloomier locale.
	The walls of the place were a sickly green, the floor poured cement.  Dim lighting but enough to reveal along the walls and in darker places gurneys and elongated boxes.  The gurneys were draped with off-white sheets, some were “fitted” to what was laying on them, others were folded and in wait to cover something.  The elongated boxes were in various shapes, they were containers--or more to the point--coffins.
	The place was Millscrest Mortuary.  The time, some many years from present.  The hour, the darkest before dawn.
	The only light in the mortuary was in the basement, the “receiving” area for those things brought in from the morgue or other funeral parlor or hospital, etc.  After the most recent delivery, the lone worker closed and locked the receiving door.  He was not glum about his job, his vocation in life, he rather rejoiced in it.  Making his way to the new gurney he lifted the sheet and smiled.  He stared for a long-long time, beaming.  The informational tag he barely glanced at.  “cause of death:  blunt force trauma to the head due to a vehicle accident.”  Janna Morris, age 9.  
	The lone worker clasped his hands together, his huge oval eyes that were near hollow (sunk far back into his noggin) gleaming with delight.  Slowly he moved the chilled sheet down the young one’s body.  She was dressed in a hospital gown.  Fester grinned more, beamed more, and slid the sheet down more.
	At the foot of the gurney was a box, containing the child’s clothing the family wanted the girl to be dressed in.  The mortuary was preparing the unfortunate child, the funeral parlor on the main floor taking care of the funeral.
	Fester’s eyes rested on the girl’s legs, the hospital gown came to the knees.  His heart began to palpitate and he found himself leaning against the stainless steel gurney, pressing his erection thereto.
	Opening the box he found a lovely blue dress with white flowers and lace.  There, too, were a pair of dress shoes w/socks.  A pair of plain white panties, as well.
	With trembling fingers Fester lifted the dress.
	Delight!
	The child had no underwear on!
	The body was in need “preparation.”  It was Fester’s job to do so.  He delighted in it, especially when the body to be prepped was rather young.  Teenage to young, and mostly girls but if the “boy” was right--more to his pleasure.

	The box fell to the floor and made unpleasant “plop.”  the clothing within helped muffle its untimely noise.  It was raining (again) hard outside with an occasional burst of fitting lightning and thunder.  It was doubtful the masters two floors up would have heard (the box.)
	Fester continued.
	The nightgown had been removed and though lo the child had been dead for some time--she was still limber enough to be “positioned.”  Her legs were moved to the “open” position and Fester was on the gurney.  His trademark one piece dark brown tunic lay on the floor along with the sheet.  The extra elongated penis extended some inches from his rather large body.  He glided the head of said penis up and down the peaceful child’s cold cunny.
	He delighted in it.

	At dawn a new day had begun, the clouds had parted leaving only puddles for remembrance.  Over the Millscrest Mortuary a dark cloud still loomed.  In the cellar Fester had just finished with the young girl brought in.  She was cleaned, drained, “fixed” and properly prepped for viewing by the Master of the house, the funeral director.  While the fastidious man checked the girl’s body mumbling to himself, Fester stood back cleaning various equipment utensils.  One hand in his pocket fondling the girl’s panties.
	In the small town of Millscrest a sudden rashness of unspeakable crimes had sprouted--unheard of abductions whereas the kidnappings were mostly (and mainly) of young boys to and from school or out fishing on their own.  They spoke of encountering a strange spooky man and then being lured away by “treats” or the stranger’s mysterious manner.  It couldn’t be explained, he dressed oddly and reeked of some odor unknown.
	(until one boy visiting his grandfather in the local hospital freaked out to the max when getting a strong whiff of the “odors” wafting to him from the hospital’s morgue.)
	The boys from seven years to thirteen were undressed by the stranger, held at bay by some unknown force and sexually molested.  None were seriously harmed, though--just brought quicker into the wild bizarre world of sexual depravity.
	Another dark and dreary night came to be, and yet another body came to the mortuary.  To Fester’s delight it was a young boy.  It so happened to be a young boy Fester had recently been in “contact” with.  A young lad of ten who had been fishing.  On the info tag the cause of death was listed as “accidental death due to a fall.”
	Fester caressed the boy’s head--then proceeded with delighting in him further--removing the gown and such.  
	Upstairs the funeral director’s wife was in a family way and bitchy.  Hankering for fried pickles and chocolate peanut butter, the Master of the house left the bed to satisfy his pudgy wife with whatever would suit her in the kitchen.
	Noticing a light from the cellar prompted the man to investigate the latest arrival.
	He was not quite prepared to see his odd employee having anal sex with the latest arrival.  He became quite ill and ran screaming in hysterics, until colliding with his pudgy wife at the door to the kitchen.
	Fester barely noticed and cared less.  He continued his buggering until the police came, and even after--he had had to be physically beaten off the boy--he wasn’t stopping for nothing.
	Twenty-five years he was given at a state hospital for the criminally insane.  (and sexually depraved)
Flash forward some 25-plus years…
	He leaned forward to the point whereas he could see easily into the dark “playroom” below.  He grinned.  He fondled himself and imagined all the times he had been at the Post, Wednesday on the Wheel, the electric chair, everything.  
	Behind him the recently released depraved (rehabilitated) Uncle Fester slipped an extra elongated prong into his corn hole.  Pugsley was used to jamming things in his rectum--either on his own or by his equally depraved sister--so his rim was giving and his uncle eased easily most of the way in.
	Pugsley was a giving soul, and for time he spent at the defunct mortuary he “gave” himself willingly to his still “active” uncle.

                                                        *

	Wednesday found Eddie curled up in the corner of her closet. His body twitched and his foot did one of those dog twitching things dog do when they are tickled--’cept he was sound to sleep.
	Wednesday stood naked at the door of the closet and peered into the darkness watching him--thoughts to her own.  Methodically she found herself blissfully fingering her poon.
	Eddie emitted a faint whimper.  
	Pushing some clothes aside she slowly eased into the darkness and settled beside the naked Eddie.  Eddie stirred, farted, and suddenly awoke with a startle.  He stretched and stared at Wednesday with bleary eyes.
	She offered him a kind smile.  It was brief, she quickly returned her composure to one of being plain--stoic.  Her dark eyes remained on his face; for a moment Eddie kept a lock on hers--then his eyes took in the rest of her body--realizing that she was naked.  
	Wednesday closed the door of the closet and was immediately enveloped in pure darkness.  She liked it.  She couldn’t believe that she hadn’t discovered it before.  Slowly her hands moved up and down exploring Eddie’s body.  He still retained some of his wolfness, the tail was gone but his backbone was still prominently rigid.  So was his cock!
	Eddie placed his hand on Wednesday’s arm and began caressing, exploring her.  He found her hard erect nipples and gave them a gentle tweak.  Meanwhile, Wednesday tugged and tugged on his erection.
	At length she scooted down onto the pile of clothes and opened her legs.  Eddie crawled on top of her with his prick gliding against her love entrance.
	Slowly at first he pumped then built up speed as they segued a rhythm. Wednesday met each stroke with one of her own, her pussy clasping at his cock as it moved; Eddie began to breathe heavily--he felt like he was a balloon, inflated to the point of bursting.  He pushed in as deeply as he could, straining, clenching, straining some more and then pumping vigorously until the balloon burst. 
	It felt as like his whole insides had melted and were forcing their way out his cock.  Spurt after spurt exploded from his penis.  He held his breath as he came, his eyes locked on the wall of the small closet, his body jutting and convulsing.
	He finally collapsed on top of Wednesday and breathed his heaviest.
	Wednesday felt all warm inside, she could feel his cock softening inside her.  Her pussy tingled.  It was strange, unique.  It was the best sex ever!

	A little later the two lay together on the bed, perspiration evaporating from their naked bodies from yet another outlandish humpfest.  Wednesday pulled a comforter up over them, and they cuddled under it.  Outside it had begun to rain and thunder.
	“You don't think you'll get pregnant, do you?” Eddie whispered. 	“Maybe I'll have puppies!” Wednesday giggled, then seeing the expression on Eddie's face, she quickly shook her head.  “No, a  Grandmama of mine took care of that when she found out about the games Pugsley and I were playing. The spell she cast doesn't end until I get married.”
	Eddie sighed, relieved.  He farted and began nipping Wednesday nipples.  Wednesday clamped her fingers about the boy’s erection, mildly considering stuffing his bum hole with a plug.

Same Hole Same Hole
	With the calling of “Mandy!  Josh!  Bobby!” from a frantic and somewhat pissed off mother, the “romp” in the backyard playhouse was broken up--rather quickly.  Too bad.  A mad scramble there was for the three to dress.  Mandy did help, copping a quick feel of the boys’ ass as she did so.  The boys continued to be absorbed in the antics…

	More antics were going on, Forrest made his way back along the alley returning to whence he had come when on his way--the Narly Senses kicked in (again.)
	In the kitchen of the quaint ranch house the sorta tall man stood in the kitchen.  The day was waning and warm, the doors were opened as were the windows.  The man’s cock was out of his pants and buried near to the hilt of the little girl, his little girl.  She was dressed still in her two piece yellow shirt and shorts.  Her face coated in remnants of ice cream--and daddy love cum.
	Gently the man rocked into the girl’s mouth, occasionally pulling out to rub himself all over the girl’s face.  He stroked his prong and got the little curly haired girl to do so, too.  She giggled and happily slurped schlong.
	At length the child was hefted up onto the kitchen breakfast table.  Her shirt and shorts were removed along with her kiddie panties.  The daddy took a moment to ogle her, her smiled with some delight then pushed her to lie down.  Her little legs were parted and down he went, happily munching on her little twat.
	Angela twisted and giggled, unaware of the illicitness being done unto her.  Her daddy, Robert, happily continued his business of noshing, holding her flailing legs open wide driving his wicked tongue into her, lapping at her as a dog would water.
	This didn’t last long, though.  The man French-kissed his daughter’s young tender poon, plunged his finger into her backdoor then stood up.  His manhood was significantly erect and he flopped it like in spanking against her pussy.  Angela flopped about the table almost rolling off.
	The daddy held her still, smacking her thigh in warning.
	His cock was near to spurting, he glided it up and down her little slit, poking the head inward.  He squeezed his buttocks tight and determinately penetrated her--but just the head.  Penetrating further took a little more earnest time.
	 
	Activity there was in the front yard disrupting the daddy’s further attempts of sexualizing his child.  Quickly he re-dressed the girl and returned his cock.  He was somewhat annoyed at being interrupted.  Two boys came bustling into the home, jostling one another and giggling, farting and belching.
	“Mom’s out front.” called out one.
	Robert sighed and made a sly adjustment to his crotch.  By the shoulder he pushed his little girl down the hall, “Watch her.” he said demandingly.  He hitched up his pants and stepped outside.
	Outside a woman there was who was not overly happy.  She was skinny and not bad looking in a summer dress.  Forrest didn’t need the hi-tech binoculars Noah had back at the New Digs to see that she didn’t have any underwear on.
	The one who was the son of the arguing man and woman in the front yard paused a moment while the other (a friend) made for the kitchen--very nearly noticing the slinking spying man (Forrest).  He grabbed a soda and was going to “check it out” when the little girl, Angela, rushed him shoving her fist very nearly up his butt.
	He was successfully distracted and Forrest remained unseen.