August Moone
Book 10
Chapter 2
Snippets

Married, with benefits
	It was after hours and Al Bundy was in his glory—fucking.  There was no better thing to do than fuck—especially a hot babe like Jerri Slowtrain.  Even while in his glory Al could hear that the crappy mall music had ceased.  The janitors would soon be making rounds.  The store was closed, though, and the employee access door was locked securely—that meant there would be no janitor intrusions.
	Jerri, a knock-out blond with a set of knockers to knock out the best heavy weight fighter, lay grunting on a store room table.  She was stark naked (and by Al’s summation she hadn’t been laid in a while.)  She was tall, dynamite body, and his boss.  Usually that would be a boner killer but they had a so-so rapport; Al just hated working for a woman AND working at a lame shoe store in an even lamer mall.  
	The smell of leather, though, was kind of a turn on—for both!  The shoe store not only had shoes of every kind imaginable but purses, fanny packs, jackets, whips, hip boots, hats, vests…
	Whips?  Hmmm
	Al pumped hard into Jerri; his eyes glossed over as he stared almost manically at her bouncing bettys.  His more than average cock was more than pleased in fucking the woman and so he fucked her—right into oblivion!  When he gave her his all he stood back somewhat exhausted—but graciously relieved.
	A minute or so was needed for Al to gather himself; then,
	“Turn over!”
	Jerri complied amongst gruntings and groanings.
	dat ass!
	Jerri Slowtrain had a great ass.  Great!  Perfectly shaped, slightly tan, and very-very inviting.  So Al, being all the gentleman, didn’t disappoint and guided his monstrous schlong into his Boss’ shitter.  She hadn’t been fucked there in a while, either.

	Ah, nothing like banging your female boss…unless it’s like banging your next door neighbor!  Once home just before midnight and all was quiet.  All was quiet—which usually wasn’t the case when the WIFE was home.  Usually when Al was late coming home the WIFE was there—waiting.  But she wasn’t home, she was two states away visiting her sick mother—the Whale of Tumbertown.
	Anyways, it was quiet in the dark house, cool and quiet.  Al got himself a beer, farted, and giggled like a silly school girl.  Not for the gaseous emission but for “I BANGED MY BOSS!”  The image of his tall blond hair knock-out boss ON HER KNEES slurping on his cock—butt bare assed naked—consumed his mind.
	Willing (sort of) had Jerri stripped off her clothing—just after closing the store, bringing down the security door, clearing the register, typical nightly bullshit.  Then Al enabled his EMAD.  Al Bundy had an EMAD.  A FOUND EMAD.  A customer had accidentally left it in a purse.  In searching for identification to call the mindless customer and the EMAD had been found at the bottom of the leather satchel.  Al knew what it was as soon as he saw it—it DID resemble, though, a remote control similar to that to operate a mega television with all the bells and whistles including operating a sophisticated stereo.
	A deranged female customer DID return to store frantic about missing her purse.  Al looked in the Lost and Found and … “Sorry, M’am, nothing that but my Hopes and Dreams—no purse.”  No purse.  If he had returned the purse she would have instantly searched for the most important item—not the life-like dildo that was also within the leather bag; the small bag of weed, a bag of pills, or the small wad of bills equaling fifty-two thousand dollars, the small caliber handgun, AND the electrified stabbing knife.
	The EMAD would have been the most important thing in the bag.
	The woman was in severe panic mode and disappeared.
	Al hustled the bag home and in a super-secret location; in the basement behind the water heater.  There, there was hiding place; some bricks had to be moved but there among his collection of prized porn magazines was the leather bag of goodies.  The life-like dildo he gave to his wife—after he found that he could put his own dick into it giving her twelve inches of incredible pleasure.
	The weed?  He gave to his son.  (he smoked some, shared some, sold some (and made a tidy profit, too!))  The pills?  Not knowing for sure what they were he flushed them.  The small caliber handgun?  Wrapped it up in tinfoil and tossed into the trash.  The fancy knife that was electricfied he gave to his teenage daughter (for those horny hands of amorous boyfriends.
	The money?  No brainer; he saved…er, stashed most of that, the rest went into a special “Al” Account.
	A cold shower and then in bed for a long night of remembering Jerri.
	He still couldn’t believe it.  It took 3 months to finger out how to operate the EMAD!  And he was glad of it.  Long-long-long had he wanted to fuck the shit out of his boss.  To spank her, fuck her mouth, fuck her face, fuck-fuck-fuck!  In the store room and his dreams had cum true.
	Damn!  He forgot to spank her!
	Oh well…tomorrow was another day.
	Meanwhile…
	Down the hall in Bud’s bedroom…
	Kellie Bundy lay in a wash of wow.  Wow and Oh My God!  Her brother, Bud, had just fucked her brains out.  Her brother BUD—had just FUCKED—her brains out.  And she liked it!  She would never be the same again.  Never.
	Her pussy tingled; her pussy thrived with an unimaginable thrill she didn’t know possible.  She didn’t know that it was possible for a dweeb dorky boy like her brother to have such a masterful cock.  His prowess of how to USE said cock left a little to be said but with such a masterful cock—who cares!?
	Kellie was marveled that the dweeb dorky geeky boy had such a cock to begin with.  When he was ten was the last time she saw him naked and then he had a nominal weenie.  Five years later and that “nominal” weenie had had a growth spurt she didn’t know possible.
	Kellie Bundy…not a slut but she had had more weenies on her (in her) than a hot dog.  Not saying she’s a slut but that’s where Waldo got lost.  Not saying she’s a slut but she’s had more balls in her mouth than Hungry-Hungry Hippos.  Not saying she’s a slut but she’s been under more sheets than the KKK.  Not saying she’s a slut but she’s been licked more than Willy Wonka’s Everlasting Gobbstopper.  End.
	She knew that her brother was a little horndog and HAD managed to get himself a girl—who was also a horndog.  She was small, demure, cute, cutesy, shy, and very-very horny.  That particular evening after she and Bud had gone out on a date and returned not too soon thereafter, she confided in Kellie embarrassed.
	“I-I had no idea that your brother was so big!  A-are ALL boys like that?”
	Kellie had some smart alecky remark about her brother and his “size.”  She was unaware that Megan was referring to his manhood and not his man.  Bud was a little on the short side—most girls were even taller than him.
	“He’s knee high to a goat’s testicles!” so scoffed his dad, Al.
	At length and Kellie understood that Megan was referencing Bud’s cock.
	She was curious.  Especially after Megan confessed that she was unable to “take him.” 
	“He grinded on me,” she explained, “I-I tried to please him (blowjob, handjob) but he really wanted to fuck.” But Bud’s “buddy” was too big.  Too big!
	Kellie had been with “big boys” before…  But what bothered her was—what was Megan definition of “big”?  Six inches?  Seven?  Eight?
	Curiosity got the better of her and she confronted her dweeb dorky geek.
	Waltzing into her brother’s room to get answers—and she got it.  In a big way for there on his bed was Bud Bundy—naked “just a doin’ it.”
	That wasn’t so shocking, not to Kellie.  She knew boys whacked off and knew that her brother although a dweeb, a dork, and a geek, whacked off, too.
	What she didn’t know was her dweeb brother’s cock was bigger than he was!
	“Take a picture!” bitched angrily a frustrated Bud, “It’ll last longer!” and he didn’t stop the whackin’.
	Kellie’s mouth hung open…
	Her eyes bulged and a strange (but familiar) feeling stirred betwixt her legs.
	“Jesus, Kel!” bitched again Bud.
	Kellie licked her lips.  She had been with football players, high school and college; she had been with a biker, a weightlifter, AND a wrestler…none of them had a cock like her brother.
	Pissed, Bud whirled off his bed laying and sat on the edge—still in the throws of whacking.  Slowly he took note of his sister’s gaze.  It had been a long-long while since he himself had seen his sister naked.  A long while.  As kids they comically ran amok naked and for Bud it was no big deal.
	Kellie couldn’t keep her eyes off of her brother’s schlong.
	Bud paused momentarily to waggle his monstrous schlong, then resumed whackin’ and laid back spreading his legs.
	“Want some?”
	They weren’t in the South were it was common practice for brothers and sisters, cousins, uncles, to occasionally “fool around.”  But Goddamn it Bud was horny!  Humping his date’s pussy was one thing, a handjob AND a blowjob.  But damnit, he wanted IN a pussy!
	Kellie made her way to her brother—her bombastic blue eyes never-ever leaving her brother’s massive pussy pleaser.  It seemed, too, that the massive pussy pleaser grew bigger as she got closer!
	She was speechless.
	Bud waggled his cock some more, gripped it at the base and waggled-waggled-waggled.  It was ready to spurt.
	“If you want it—come get it!”
	Kellie gulped and surreptitiously gouged the heel of her hand to her hot and bothered pussy.  In her face and Bud could read “Oh My God—I WANT IT!”
	And as Kellie approached—
	“Oh, and one more thing,”
	Kellie paused, ‘Yeah?’
	“You gotta take off your clothes.”
	Kellie paused one second—two seconds—three—naked.
	Quick as an orgasm and his ditzy blond sister flew out of her clothes in nothing flat.  No bra—no panties.  Slut!
	“Now what?” she asked.
	Bud rolled his eyes and waggled his cock getting her attention back.
	“Oh, yeah!” she giggled and came hungrily to her brother’s waggling cock.
	Gripping her fingers about her brother’s bone and she was mesmerized all the more.  It was massive!  Six inches?  Ha!  Seven inches?  Ha-ha!  Eight inches?  HA! HA! HA!  N-nine inches?  HA! BINGO! HA!
	Pre-cum already soiled Bud’s boner tip.  Kellie licked it.  Expertly she flicked her wicked tongue all about her brother’s pisser then rolled her tongue about the super sensitive crown.  Her other hand was not left out—after fingering herself until trickles of her own love juices began to flow she cupped her brother’s hairless nut sac and then—THEN began engulfing her brother’s tool of splooge.

	OH!  GOD!  How it tasted in her mouth!
	And … and if it tasted this good in her mouth!?  wh-what would it like to be in her pussy!  She was out of her mind.  Gobbling her brother’s dong like it was the last dong she would ever have in her mouth Kellie drove brother Bud to a level of ecstasy he didn’t think was possible.  The girl had talent!  
	Gobs of hot (but delicious!) spunk exploded into Kellie’s mouth…and Kellie swallowed every ounce!  Working her brother’s fuck tool she kept him “active” and after his balls had relinquished every bit of his love cream…she mounted him.  Foreplay was over.  Kellie’s hungry cunt took over from her hungry mouth.  Bud didn’t care; he didn’t care that he was on bottom aka Reverse Missionary or that he was getting laid by his own sister.  Not at all did he mind.
	Clamping his hands to his sister bodacious ass he jammed his cock DEEP into her twat.  The girl’s hungry cunt devoured his cock and she climaxed all the while in doing so!  It was amazing!  It was astounding!  Kellie’s body glistened and fascinated Bud; his eyes latched onto her bouncing titties—they were something to behold.  Kellie did a fair amount of pumping as did Bud—then she lay on him and they fucked-fucked-fucked!

*

Cum the new morning
	Next door neighbor, Marci, was ever tentative to her flower garden; it had won local and country first place prizes and she was on her way to winning state.  Marci; although forty years young she was “A” cup.  A petit woman, short being just under 5’10” and not much more than a wet sack of spuds.  She worked at a local bank and had a high pitched snooty voice.  She irritated Al—her life’s goal.
	For the most part and Al enjoyed irritating Marci—his life’s goal.  They traded barbs and cut downs—Al cutting Marci about her flat chest and short stature; Marci dissing Al about—everything.

	But after what had happened with Jerri…
	Licking his lips, rubbing his balls, Al sized up the basically flat chested neighbor; she was in a sun dress, skimpy sun dress.  She wore a large sun hat and was “singing” in that very-very annoying tune.
	‘Marci!’ Al transmitted via the Electronic Mind Altering Device.
	Marci suddenly bolted upright.
	Al licked his lips, farted, then opened his sliding glass patio door a little more getting a more line o’ slight of his Target.
	‘Marci, take...your panties…down.’
	That was a test.
	Holding his breath and WOW—Marci slid her panties down!
	Al stood still a moment his mind in a blur.  Then,
	Crossing the yard to the fence Al’s tongue panted.
	He had the flat chested woman ditch her garden gloves—and garden spade—and then…THEN her dress!  It was early morning, Marci’s husband was away at school—not high school but college.  She knew that he was probably more than likely fucking around.  He was a hunky hunk and a bit of a playboy so it was a natch.
	Colorful powder blue panties at her knees, sun dress on the ground, tiny bra there, too; Marci looked pretty good…’specially naked!  Al had never really ever thought of his flat chested neighbor as a sexual prize.  He liked ‘em young (not that young!) and with a little meat on their bones—ass, tits, thighs, etc.
	So, with their properties virtually concealed with trees, shrubs, fences, and Al not caring if a wondering neighbor’s eye should see something—Al had Marci get on the nearby picnic table.
	On her furburger there was a tat of a red-red rose—just to the right and up a little.  Al was intrigued.  Her pussy hair was not much to floss with and down on her he went munching hungrily as if it were the last cunt he would eat.
	Marci moaned, tensed, clutched the table, and bucked Al’s face.
 	Al giggled, farted, and drove Marci into a new world she had never known (sexually speaking.)  She had been eaten out before but never—never—ever-ever had she been brought to orgasm just by being tongued.  Floundering on the table the woman thrashed about fucking Al’s face—and at this point it wouldn’t have mattered if her mind was being controlled electronically.  If she had known that Al’s tongue could drive her to sexual bliss she would have gotten him to do her a long time ago.
	Then there was his cock.
	OH! MY! GOD!

	Bud, still in a stupor, awoke from a hellacious dream.
	Was it a dream?  Was it a fantasy?  Was there a difference?  And did he care?
	No.
	But a dream.  A fantasy.  His sister.  His sister!  He smiled his quirky smile.  And with his cock sizzling from activity—recent—he felt that something had happened.  Checking his hand (and despite all the whacking there was no hair.)  His hand also wasn’t as tired as usual the practice.
	Kellie.  Had they really finally (finally!) had sex?
	He found his sister in her room, naked, on her bed.
	Instantly and his cock was hard; her back/ass was to him.
	She was NAKED!  A time or two—or three, four, five—he had seen his sister so.  He spied on her many-many times and had gotten good at it.  It helped with the whacking.  Chuckling to himself he recalled when Megan was sucking him he thought of Kellie sucking him.
	He then recalled her saying one time not too long ago when in need of some cash to see a rock concert “For fifty bucks I’d blow my brother!”  At the time, though, he was cranked up on cold medicine so he didn’t jump on the deal (nor did he have fifty bucks.)
	But, with that unusual admission did that infer that she was semi willing to perform some sort of sex on him?  Or maybe it was just one of those off-handed remarks.
	Kellie rolled over onto her back.
	Judgement time.  She would either freak the fuck out, scream, throw shit at him, or…
	“Good morning.” she said smiling.  Hmmm; no freaking the fuck out…
	“Good morning.” Bud said—still whacking.
	“Mmmmmm,” she said stretching and feasting her eyes on his monstrous schlong, “last night was…fantastic!”
	No freaking out, no screaming, nothing thrown at him.
	Spreading her legs she farted, licked her lips, and invited him for Round Two.
	Bud didn’t care if he was still dreaming; ‘fuck it,’ he said to himself walking across the room to his naked willing horny sister, ‘I’ma gonna get some!’

	Marci screamed “OH! GOD! FUCK! ME! NOW!”
	What’s a guy gonna do with that kind of command?
	Why, fuck her, of course!
	Unless she was calling for the Almighty to do one of His sleight of hand tricks again…
	Al put it to Marci and literally “fucked her brains out.”  The woman was awash in a sea of scum and villainy.  Every fiber of her being singed with incredible torment.
	“YES! YES! YES!” she screamed, “GOD-FUCKING-DAMNIT YES!”
	If neighbors WERE watching—Al didn’t care.  He gave her the fuck of her life—then—THEN turned her over and banged off another fuck in her ass—slapping her ass all the while doing so.  Marci’s cunt, though, was insatiable and as Al plowed her from behind she worked her scrawny hand to her fevered snatch and frigged furiously until got his nut (in her ass.)  Then he pulled out and smacked her lily white ass—smacked her lily white ass—smacked her lily white ass until noting the stream of womanly juices flowing from Marci’s cunt.
	What was a guy to do!?
	Slithering his way into her sex and Al brought the woman to a new level of pleasure.  The Candy Train had pulled into the station, let off passengers, took on more passengers, then pulled away from the station to destinations unknown.

	Kellie lay in a sea of frothy joy.  Her cunny tingled.  Her cunny tingled from being hellaciously fucked-fucked-fucked by her brother.  By her brother!  By her brother and his amazing nine inch fuck stick!  She couldn’t move.  She didn’t want to.  She wanted to merely lay with her clammy body tingling.  Brother Bud made for the bathroom and an intimate shower.  Although boning his sister was good—damn good—he still wanted to fuck his girlfriend, Megan.  She needed a good fucking.  She was afraid of his big dick—she had sucked him, handjobbed him, and though Bud had had no qualms with that…he wanted to blast a load of spunk in her pussy.
	And then her ass.  Conquest!
	After the intimate showering he fussed with his hair he realized that he was hungry—and not for pussy this time.  Traipsing down the stairs he bounced as he usually did from the third step to the floor.
	“Hey, Buck!” said a cheerful (and how!) Bud to the family dog, Buck, “What’s doin’?  No one let you…out…yet?” Bud stood with his mouth to the floor and eyes in the basement.
	“What—the-fu—” he was staring as Buck was staring at his dad fucking the bejeezus out of the next door neighbor, Marci.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” Bud said.
	‘Yeah,’ said Buck, ‘they’ve been goin’ at it like…well, you know.’
	Bud looked at Buck strangely (as if he heard him actually) then back to his dad and Marci.  He couldn’t see much of Marci and wasn’t too thrilled at seeing his dad’s naked ass and flapping balls.

	At length and Al got his nut—again.  He was exhausted but…
	Marci lay in wanderlust.  She babbled incoherently (and even drooled!)
	Al pulled out and shot an amazing load of spunk all the way up Marci’s naked body.  Chuckling, Al crawled up onto the woman he had despised for years as his neighbor and mounted her chest schlepping his salami between her titties.  Yea, they were “small” titties and Al preferred his titties to be bouncy and 36C’s at least.  But he himself was in wanderlust—mostly lust—and gave the demure creature a generous titty fuck that ended with a blast of spunk on her face.
	‘HEY!’ barked Buck, ‘Watch where you’re aiming that thing!’
	Bud was furiously pounding his meat…caught one handed, dreaming about the cunt next door.  He stepped back and felt a sudden gush of panic—where to go?  What to do?  Then,
	KELLIE!
	Buck never saw the boy run so fast; except that time when he left his porn mags out in plain sight in his room; except that time he missed the bus—going downtown to the strip club; except that time when a girl said she’d blow him if he got to her house before her parents; except that time when a girl’s parents came home early…but other than that …
	Buck returned his attention to Al and Marci.  Al had completed his mission with Marci.  He moved up from her smallish breasts and fucked her face before dropping his ball sac into her mouth.  Buck looked around disgustedly, rolled his eyes, ‘humans!’

	Steam was still rising from Kellie’s well fucked cunt.  She had just freshened up when brother Bud came lopping up the stairs like an elk—a non-graceful elk but like an elk (in heat) anyways.  Kellie had just slid her panties on and was readying to go out and face the day.  So much for those plans!
	She gave her dweeb brother a blowjob right there in the hallway figuring daddy Al was sleeping in on the Saturday.  Clutching her brother’s ball she engulfed ALL of her brother’s offering (somehow.)  Bud grinned and grinned big thinking not of his sister servicing him but of Marci—oh how he wanted to bone her!

	Al didn’t bother with going back up the stairs to shower—he was going to work and was only going to get all sweaty and grimy again anyways!  Seeing Buck at the patio door barking Al opened the door to let the doggie out to do his business.
	“Make sure you drop a big load in the neighbor’s yard.” And whoever the neighbor be was up to Buck.  Al didn’t care, he didn’t like any of his neighbors—and they didn’t like him.  Marci was now the exception.
	Al fired up his crappy yellow Chevy and motored off to work.
	Buck pissed on this tree, pissed on that bush, that “dropped a load” of healthy dog shit on the McGavity’s lawn opposite of his house.  Then he trotted back to see if ANYBODY had thought of him and poured him some kibble.
	Nope.
	He sighed and thought of piddling on the sofa when he saw Marci still on the picnic table.
	‘Well,’ said Buck to himself, ‘scraps is scraps.’ And he trotted out to where Marci lay talking to herself and only just beginning to become aware of her self and where she was in the universe.
	Buck nosed her cummy cunt.
	Marci didn’t freak the fuck out but was gushed.  Still in the wonder of lust she clenched, farted, and bucked Buck’s muzzle.  Buck chuckled to himself and lapped happily Marci’s foul cunt.  Marci was too far gone—her pussy tingled!  She called out her husband’s name, “ASSHOLE!” then—THEN she called out Al’s name!
	“AL!” and bucked all the more Buck’s face.
	At length the delirious woman fell off of the table.  She scrambled to her hands and feet and…well, Buck was there and seeing Marci “at the ready” took up the charge.  Marci was not aware of Buck—just his doggie dick sliding into her fevered cunny.
	“OH MY GOD!”  shouted Marci flailing about reeling in the new sensation sensationalizing her cunt.  “OH! MY! GOD! F-FU-FUCK ME, Jefferson (hubby’s true name other than Asshole).” Then, “F-FUCK ME, GOD-FUCKING-DAMN YOU, Al—FUCK ME!”
	Well, what’s a doggie to do with that command?

*
Woof!
	What the fuck just happened?
	Sitting up, naked, in her backyard and Marci Darcy was in a funk.
	‘What the fuck just happened?’  it was the strangest feeling compiled by seeing the neighbor’s dog, Buck, licking his balls as he sat in her prized flowerbed.
	‘No.’ she said to herself.  ‘No-no-no oh my fucking God, NO!’
	But her cunny suggested otherwise.
	And Al?
	‘Nooooooo!’
	But her leaking cunny…
	Buck ran off chasing “something”.  Marci stood up—her mind was way confused.  Way.  She saw her clothes on the ground—then saw Bud.
	This had to be a dream.  Yeah, that’s it—she was dreaming!  Bud Bundy was standing NAKED on the patio, mouth open, cock HARD, eyes feasting on her naked—NAKED body!
	For a moment and Marci was petrified.  This…wasn’t…happening!
	Then—THEN she saw his cock.
	Marci’s mouth fell open.  ‘son-of-a-bitch!’ would you look at that!
	Marci had thought that cock’s like Bud’s were only on porn stars—or behind the purple curtain at the Lace and Underalls store.  She had dildo’s “of some length” but they were not overly satisfying.  She need to be pumped, spanked, and fucked into oblivion.
	“Hi!” she said cheerfully.
	“Hi.” Bud returned.
	“I can explain this.” Marci, naked Marci, said.
	“I don’t care.” Bud said and took a step towards her.
	Marci, on the other side of the fence, took a step back.  She didn’t conceal herself, though, and struggled to come up with a suitable explanation as to WHY she was naked in her backyard.
	There was no explanation—and her eyes could not keep off of Bud’s nine inch cock!  She feasted, licked her lips, and felt a strange (but familiar) feeling twitching in her swamp box.  (He hadn’t seen her with the dog, did he?)
	With no explanation of why she was naked and her eyes locked onto his mighty cunt pleasing schlong, Bud hoped over the short shrub fence presenting himself for closer inspection.
	“Oh—my—God!” Marci blurted.  She couldn’t get her eyes off of that dick!
	Bud waggled his cock and Marci fell to her knees.  She wanted it—she wanted Bud’s cock slamming into her pussy making her scream—or at least pant.  But first was first—
	On her knees she took Bud’s bone and sucked-sucked-sucked it.
	Upstairs and enter Buck…entering.
	Stepping out of the shower and Kellie felt invigorated.  Sex with her brother was no big deal—well…there was that BIG deal!  HA! HA!  She laughed at her own joke then paused  “What was I laughing at?” She needed a joint.  Returning to her room and there was Buck on her bed.  Again.
	“Get off!” she bitched.
	‘Already did that (giggle-giggle-snort) but I’m up for another.’
	Buck hopped off the bed and stuck his nose right into Kellie’s twat!
	“BUCK!” shouted Kellie.
	Buck sat down and whimpered.
	Kellie peeked out of her bedroom—no one.  Closing the door she sized up the family pet saying “Ok, just this one time—again.”
Down on the farm
	When you need money and you got no money, whattya do?
	Friends?  HA!  Most are usually reluctant to fork over a little bit o’ bread an if they DO they might not pester you on a daily basis but they hang around you an awful lot and quibble when they see you with new clothes, a fancy watch, a yacht…
	Mom and Dad?  Yikes!  Guilt Trip 101
	Brother?  Sister?  Cousin?  That weird uncle?
	How about the Bank?  Oh, there’s a good idea.  Pay back the loan at twice what you borrowed—IF you need longer then three times or even FOUR times what you borrowed.
	And then there’s the Agency’s Agents featuring Venger, the Virus, Chuckles, Rocky, Onion, Clavis and Rose.
	Clem Hoptoe had a small farm; had horses, cows, sheep, and lots of debt.
	There was a cornfield and a medium sized garden that went into a co-op that helped other families in need.  Clem’s wife of some years had recently passed away leaving him to mind the farm—and their two children alone.  Sooooo,
	With mounting debt, children to raise, the proposal Clavis Mahonney provided seemed plausible.  Despicable, deplorable, immoral, but plausible just the same.  Clem was no stranger to despicable deeds, deplorable notions, and immoral actions; he was a procurer of porn, a distributor of illicitness, and a frequent visitor to the Fallen Dragon Lady’s Warehouse Emporium of Dastardly (and Despicable) Deeds.
	So far, though, Clem had not included his children—which was much more lucrative.  But with “letters” from the Bank and Lenders…
	And so it came to pass that this one day in Winter type time Clem and nine year old daughter Jessica were out checking the wintery crops—kale, spinach, and garlic as well as fetching some firewood from the nearby woods.  They, too, checked on wandering animals, fences, delivered some hay and at length…
	Jessica had to pee.
	Being in the Wintery type time of year with a little snow on the ground—and a lot of ice, the nine year old was dressed warmly.  Soooo, undressing to squat took a bit of doing and dear daddy Clem had to help.  Not a chore, a little embarrassing, but not a chore.  Naturally, being a “daddy”, Clem Hoptoe had dressed his child many-many times; bathed her, wiped her—daddy stuff.
	The cumbersome (but warm) outer jacket was a bother but it got undone and off so as the child could move her arms; her equally warm pants were also a bother but they managed to get them down in a hurry (along with her underwear.)
	Ahhhhh, that’s better!  A nice long hard emergency piss—followed by a toot.  Jessica was embarrassed but it was a part of life.
	Jessica’s bare butt touching the icy snow was not pleasing but when you gotta go…
	So on to fetching wood, delivering some hay to neighbors—hot chocolate for payment.  More wood, more hay, more chocolate.  Check the animals, fix a fence here and—
	“Daddy, I gotta go (again).”
	More fussing with getting clothes off (and down.)
	This time, however, she didn’t quite make it and wet her panties.
	“Jessica!” scolded her daddy.  But it couldn’t be helped, she was a child and her clothes were bothersome.
	Laid out in the farm truck’s bench seat in the extra cab portion and daddy Clem did what many daddy’s did in that situation—especially when way-way out from the farm house AND any prying neighborly eyes—he wiped her!  Legs up he used his back pocket hanky to clean his child—and promptly got wood.
	Jessica was nine, nearly ten (4months) and it had not been all that long since last he had had her naked before him.  She was six the last time he had fully bathed her; since then he had merely helped her with clothing issues, when she got sick and exploded at both ends, bought underwear for her, things like that.  Since she had gotten a little older she had gotten a little modest but still—still pranced about in her undies without too much embarrassment.
	Laying out in the backseat of the family truck, pants and panties at her ankles, ankles raised up, and dear daddy “wiping” her—way beyond embarrassment.  Pursing her lips and struggling to stifle a pesky fart she endured.
	And failed.
	PFFFFT! A pesky fart escaped and Jessica gushed.
	Clem put his finger into her butthole to plug it—just to the first knuckle.
	Jessica giggled and gushed more—and peed more!
	“You gotta pee some more?” Clem asked noting that he had a raging boner.
	Jessica nodded blurting “YES!”
	For no other reason than “just fucking because” he removed her shoes, pants, and panties, then stood her up having her spread her legs.
	“Have at it.” he told her, “Pee like your brother does.”
	Jessica blushed; the air was crispy as it was making her cheeks rosy but the blushing made them even more so!
	So, standing right in front of her dead daddy the half naked child pissed up a storm—and Clem was hard pressed not to whip out his dick and jack off right then and there.  Right then and there!
	Somehow he managed to keep himself from doing so.  Somehow.
	Although Jessica and her brother Tommy had their own rooms they often were in one or the other’s room playing.  Soooo,
	As a “reward” for his participation at the Fallen Dragon Lady’s Warehouse of Sin & Debauchery, Clem Hoptoe received a nice parting gift—an EMAD.  Of course!  For providing unto the Lady an low-key electronic mind altering device with compromising effects was given to the farmer who had “fucked her brains out” one sordid evening, spanked her silly, and very nearly devoured her soul.  She was still smitten by Agent Virus but enjoyed a good throw with others.
	Especially boys—young-young boys (of which Clem provided on more than one occasion thus garnering the debt ridden farmer with the “gift.”)  On trips out of town to deliver hay and other goods there were encounters with wayward youths running away, lost, or the one ten year old boy who had gotten into his parents’ stash of hooch and happy whacky tobaccy rendering him very-very incoherent and thus easy to “acquire.”
	So,
	When she was sick and whacked out cold (unconscious) with cold medicine he had done the unthinkable, the undaddable—got her naked, fingered her pussy, rubbed his cock on her pussy—then—THEN jacked off onto her sweet-sweet seven year old face.
	He felt badly about the deed—but he got over it and did it again.  He even managed to get off in her mouth!  He yearned, though, to get off in her pussy.  There was, of course, no way.  No way.
	Yes way!
	The Fallen Dragon Lady was very grateful for his “deliveries.”  So much so that she presented him with a gift.  An electronic gift.  At first and he was terrified of the mind controlling thing—it was more than dangerous.  Way more.  he knew that he could get carried away and then—carried away!  So, for a time, he put it away and out of mind.
	But with money problems that were mounting daily and all his good deeds for neighbors seemingly going for nothing…
	He knew that by bringing the Fallen Dragon Lady MORE deliveries he would be paid handsomely.  But friend Clavis Mahonney made mention that if he made “movies”…
	“There’s more money to be made there.”
	Movies?  Videos of naked children romping about; children being spanked, peed on, fingered, fucked.  Wayward children, chanced encounters of children out of the way of security measures, his children.
	His children.
	Shuddering at the thought of involving his children in such heinous activities Clem continued to keep the EMAD hidden and out of mind.
	Until that day…

	Out in the farming community there were many—many children.  Of all ages.  Some were boys, some girls; some were “out of country” origin (Korean, Chinese, and Indian) as well as American Indian.  Possibles.  But then again, he knew them.  That made it difficult.  Some, sure, he wouldn’t mind seeing romping about naked—those thoughts thrilled him and gave him a reason to live.  But, it was also complicated—he was relieved that he didn’t think he would have to “deliver” the community children to the Lady and just make a movie of them romping about naked.
	But then what?  He couldn’t let them go without involving himself.
	Back to his daughter, Jessica.
	After rendering her mostly naked, wiping her cunny, getting wood, he addressed the nifty Q&A ability of the EMAD.  What a gizmo!  The possibilities of THAT feature were astounding!  It would make prosecuting criminals much more easier (among other things.)
	‘Do you and your brother…fool around?’
	A long pause—no answer.
	‘Do you and your brother—mess around?’
	“Kinda.” the little girl murmured.
	A little more prying and daddy Clem learned his son and daughter would get naked in one or the other’s bedroom (or bathroom) and “touch” each other.  Clem was pleased—concerned—but pleased.
	Enthused and Clem (after taking note of his child’s mindlessness) whipped out his dick and once more rubbed it up and down Jessica’s cunt.  He himself went a little mindless as his unnatural desires swept over him.  Somehow he managed to keep himself from penetrating her and settled for masturbating against her until he creamed.

Shock treatment
	The District Attorney of Haliegh County fidgeted.  He had a right to.
	The Deputy District Attorney’s mouth hung to the floor.  She was disgusted.
	The Chief of Police, the Country Sheriff, and three detectives all were stunned at the video that had cum into their hands.  Gulp, sweat, palpitate, and a lot of OMG!  No one in the closed police headquarters room could breath, think, or do anything but stare mindlessly at the images on the video they had received.
	Opening scene:  a naked ten year old girl; honey gold hair just to her shoulders, very blue eyes, perfect white teeth, creamy white skin, flat chested, hairless poon, nice body overall (‘specially naked!)  Anyways, she seemed to be standing in a semi cluttered bedroom; there were windows but they were covered/concealed by heavy dark green curtains.

	There was a fish tank on a dresser along with typical clutter with no distinguishing make for a boy or a girl.  A baseball bat was in a corner with other sports related paraphernalia.  The girl slowly turned to show her bare backside then went to a bed that was a little taller than most beds.  The pretty girl bent her body over across the bed and spread her legs.  Then she put her hands on her butt and spread the cheeks.
	Then a naked boy approximately twelve years young came into view; tall, kinda tan except where his underwear would be, soccer player, thick mop of blond-blond hair, and had a nice-nice boner.  The boy walked over to the girl against the bed and slapped/spanked her bare ass with his bare cock.  The girl drew her hands up to her self and some sort of noise was heard (from the girl.)
	A camera light was bright against the boy; the camera operator made an adjustment to the light and then zeroed in on the girl’s ass—specifically her hole.  The boy continued spanking the girl’s ass and then—THEN prodded her hole!
	No penetration—just prodding.
	A “click” was heard and the girl slid off of the bed and onto her knees facing the boy and his ass spanking cock.  The “click” was similar to—the popping of a sealed jar of food product and not so much a finger snap.
	The girl sat on her knees staring eye-to-eye with the boy’s seriously hard erect penis.  Slowly and the girl put her lips to the penis and then—THEN her mouth engulfed said penis.  She went down half way then pulled back smacking her lips.  She giggled a little—then there was that “click” sound and the girl took the boy’s penis ALL the way.  Bobbing her pretty head came nextly going UP and DOWN the cock several times before the “click” prompted her to stop and pull back.
	The boy masturbated and the camera zoomed in on his doing so.
	Senior District Attorney Adam Ballingator fidgeted in his chair watching the video.  Deputy DA Brad Copafeel crossed his legs and seemed to be in some sort of distress.  The lone female of the group, Prosecuting Attorney Cathy Deviltoes seemed to be fuming—but also fidgeting and crossing her legs.  Chief of Police Dirk Evenschmeven shook his head and seemed very-very focused.  The Sheriff sat leaning in to get a closer look and was nervously rubbing his hands.
	On the 40-inch screen in the private (viewing) room the 12-yr old boy put his tool to the ten year old girl.  She had gotten up from the floor and back onto the bed, laying down this time across the bed with her long legs hanging off.  The boy went up to her, eyed her naked vagina, then angled himself against her dragging his hard cock up and down the girl’s sex.
	Then he slowly went to his knees and applied his tongue to the girl’s hairless twat.  The camera zoomed right in on his flicking tongue action—Chief of Police Evenschmeven murmured something unintelligible but sounded like “JESUS!”
	The boy “Brian” licked and licked and flicked and flicked before finally standing and once more gliding his cock up and down the girl’s cunny.  Then he slid his member in and got busy with the fucking.  Mouths in the viewing room dropped, eyes bulged, and “hands” got busy…
	The girl “Judy” was a virgin.  Was.  There was a smattering of blood on Brian’s cock.  Judy made some sounds, huffing-like sounds as she was fucked.  Brian smacked his own ass as he drove his pre-teen stick into her.  A time or two he strained as the stirrings of orgasm stirred him.  Two minutes in and he began to speed up pulling out to hump Judy’s soiled cunt before busting a nut three minutes thirty seconds later.
	The boy lay on the girl exhausted from his doing but slowly stood up.  His cock was still mighty hard—and still oozing gobs of cum.  Judy heaved and ho’d and at the sound of the “click” slid off of the bed and back to her knees.
	“Oh my God, no!” quipped Cathy assuming that the girl was going to suck the boy’s soiled cock.
	But she didn’t; instead, she licked his asshole.
	She licked his assole!
	OMG!
	Brian turned around, bent over slightly, spread his cheeks, and…Judy put her tongue to his dirt chute.  The camera was tight on the tongue action and it did appear that the “hole” was a clean one.  Thank God!  Still…
	Then a new figure appeared.
	A man.
	A man who was naked and wearing a grotesque black mask with a black scarf covering the top of his head.  No watch, no earrings, no tattoos.  He was lean, hairless body, hairless nads.  His cock was hard and approx. one to one and half inches more endowed.  That “click” was heard again and the girl Judy put her fingers about the meaty prong and then—THEN began sucking it!  Just the head; her hand worked the cock to an even more harder state of being.
	Which resulted in three minutes work a cum blast.
	The sperm exploded from the masked man’s cock shooting all over the young girl’s face.  Meanwhile, the boy Brian wasn’t standing by idle.  After Judy had licked his asshole and then took over wanking the masked man, Brian began also masturbating and shot his own load of sperm onto the girl’s face.
	Gross!
	Using her own panties the girl wiped the goo off of her face; she didn’t seem to like it much (the goo splatter) but she still managed to smile some and the twinkle in her eyes was still there.  Onto the bed she went again with the naked man and boy following.

	Prosecuting Attorney Cathy Deviltoes sat cross legged, mouth agape, eyes wide as she watched the man and boy sandwich the young girl.  The naked masked man glided his cum squirtter up and down the child’s cunny while the naked unmasked boy rubbed his dick against Judy’s ass.
	The man lifted the girl’s leg and slowly began to enter her pussy.
	The boy fumbled about making anal entry but did manage.
	Senior District Attorney Adam Ballingator’s eyes were focused hard on the act of dual penetration.  He had stopped breathing and was heavy with sweat.  Chief of Police Dirk Evenschmeven looked as if though he were about to faint.  The Sheriff was gouging the heel of his hand to his crotch and seemed to be in some agony.
	The masked man on the screen had made vaginal entry into the ten year old; half the length of his manly manhood was IN the girl’s cunny; the boy behind her had managed only to get the head of his dick into Judy’s backdoor but was steadily making headway…
	The masked man achieved orgasm three minutes and some seconds in.  Rivers of his cum spilled out of the young girl’s cunny; the man pulled out and blasted more onto her sweet sex exhausting himself.  Behind the girl and Brian managed to get a little more of his dick into Judy’s shitter and complete his own orgasm.
	Fade to black

	Silence.  No one in the private viewing/interrogation room said word one.
	Then,
	“Jeezus!” quipped the Sheriff, “I-I don’t know how much more I can take of this.” He was in a bad way.  A portly man, tall, greying temples, receding hairline, many-many years as a law enforcement agent.
	“There’s more,” gulped the Deputy DA, “lots more.”
	“Jeezus!”
	PA Cathy Deviltoes looked faint herself (and in agony).  She shook her head but said, “Roll ‘em.”
	DA Ballingator pressed the “resume” button on the video player and…
	Checkerboard fade in…

	Opening scene:  a boy’s bedroom; blue walls with sports posters adorning; baseball, basketball, hockey equipment in the corners; the windows covered/concealed by dark heavy blue curtains/drapes.  A boy, Mexican-American, stood at a bed.  That “click” was heard and be began undressing.  The boy, Julio, was Mexican-American/Puerto Rican and he was about twelve years young.

	A handsome boy—‘specially naked!  He wore a simple green tee-shirt with some sports logo on the front.  A nice clean chest, sweet handsome face, full head of rich thick dark hair, a great smile, and an all-around “nice boy.”
	Down came his jeans and basic white underwear.  After stepping out of his clothes he stood fondling his fuzzy ball sac and slightly hard cock.  All viewing eyes were on the boy with DA Ballingator averting his eyes along with the Sheriff.  The Deputy DA and CoP, though, along with the Prosecuting Attorney were steady on staring at the masturbating boy.  PA Cathy fidgeted all the more and took on a face of OMG and OHHHHHH!
	A girl then came into the scene; long blond hair in twin braids, incredible blue eyes and an incredible smile w/perfect white teeth.  Tan arms (and legs); she was about twelve herself and when her short sleeve checkered shirt was off there she was—no bra.  Her breasts were just beginning and Hector’s eyes were right on them—salivating and getting harder all the harder.
	Holly stripped off her reddish short to the knee jeans then slid down her bright yellow panties.  Like Hector there was just a bit o’ fuzz on her poon.  The girl was embarrassed and stared at the masturbating Hector.  A click sounded and the girl went to her knees.  Hector braced against the bed and squeezed his dick at the base waggling it slightly before the embarrassed girl.
	All eyes of the viewing type leaned forward.
	The girl took Hector’s cock; her lips went over the bulbous tip and she DID roll her tongue about the super sensitive crown.  Hector’s eyes rolled; DA Adam was hard pressed to keep himself from whipping his own cock out.  Was it because he secretly wanted to be Hector?  The Sheriff let out a moan; Deputy DA Brad let out something else—a little emission soiling his underwear.  Ewewew!
	Holly bobbed her head up and down Hector’s schlong, cupping his balls with one hand and FINGERING herself with the other!  OH!  The girl was pretty good with her actions; Hector rolled his eyes, reeled his head back, and went into convulsions.  Still squeezing his cock at the base he entered into the throws of orgasmic bliss—he ejaculated.  Right into Holly’s mouth!
	Holly made a face of displeasure.  Pulling back she received the rest of Hector’s ball juice—all over her face!  There was a lot, too!  Hector was still in the throws of orgasm (and had no idea how much more pleasure there was awaiting for him in pussy!)
	He was about to find out.
	First, though…
	Using some panties and Holly wiped her face clean—then a click was heard and like Pavlov’s doggies she suckled Hector’s ball juicing balls.  Hector ran his fingers thru her hair and “humped” her face.  His cum squirter hadn’t diminished—only strengthened!
	About a minute’s worth of ball sucking and “click” the job was done.  A new task was then enacted having the pretty demure looking twelve year old get on the bed, legs spread.  Naked Hector went to his knees and placed his mouth to the girl’s slightly fuzzy cunt and seriously began licking her out.
	Not word one from the viewing audience.  DA Brad was seriously gouging the heel of his hand to his aching cock; PA Cathy…was also gouging HER hand to her own crotch exhibiting a great deal of angst.
	Hector completed his assigned task, the click was enabled and the boy crawled up onto the trained girl and semi expertly guided his throbbing hard pre-teen cock into her slit.
	She wasn’t a virgin.
	The boy slowly pumped; there was just a slight amount of broken cherry juice slathering his nice-nice cock and some on his balls.  Once he was ALL THE WAY in with a normal sized cock for a boy his age he began to pump.  Slow and steady but increasing his tempo as he went along.
	“Goddamn, boy, go!” blurted suddenly CoP Dirk Evenschmeven.
	DA Ballingator nodded, licked his lips, and didn’t take his eyes off of the action.  Sheriff Earl Funton had had enough and surreptitiously hauled out his meat stick and began masturbating.  Although it was dark in the room save for the light of the monitor screen the eyes of the viewing audience had well enough adjusted—so everyone knew what the country Sheriff was doing.
	“Fuck it!” said in a low voice Deputy DA Brad, he whipped out his own cock and quelled some of his agony.  Senior District Attorney Ballingator couldn’t resist the temptation, either.  Out of his imported Italian slacks and silk undies he pulled his johnson and began “pulling.”
	You wouldn’t think it but the prosecuting attorney PA Cathy Deviltoes inched down her panties and “got busy.”
	On the screen and Hector was “busy” fucking the hell out of Holly’s freshly broken-in cunt.  The camera zoomed in tight on the boy’s slapping balls and his slender 4 incher slamming in and out of the girl’s cunny.
	 Another great gusher of cum began flowing out of Holly’s pussy.  There may have been some of her own, too.  Both children heaved and ho’d, they had embraced during the final moments of orgasm; they shuddered and tingled all over with Hector finally collapsing in a big heave.
	It wasn’t over.
	For several minutes—four of them—the camera remained focused on the heaving Holly and her “leaking” cunny.  Hector lay beside her heaving his ownself but finally sitting up.  He looked to the naked Holly and had a big smile etched on his face.
	A click was heard and Holly turned over…
	“I-I cant take much more…” burbled Brad; whether he knew or not that his comrades were also in a bad way and also couldn’t take it anymore he stood and hauled out his fuck stick furiously hammering as on the screen Hector had slid off of the bed and onto his knees.  Holly had scooted to where she was “bent” over on the bed.  Hector then parted his ass cheeks and put his tongue to her pooter.
	Adam gave up concealing his actions and also stood with his dick out hammering as hard as he could.  The Chief of Police Dirk sat on the edge of a conference desk; cock out and deeply entranced watching as the Mexican youth on the monitor screen finished his licking of the girl’s butt hole and had inserted his cock proceeding to butt fuck her butt hole.
	Cathy shook her head; she didn’t say anything but stood up shucking her panties (and dignity) then removed her paisley knee length dress of some quality.  The bra fell away and there she was…naked.  Perching herself on the sleek metal conference table she spread her legs and as the Mexican-American/Puerto Rican boy fucked the white pre-teen girl’s asshole as fast as he could—
	“Come get some.” she said.
	The Chief of Police who was “right there” maintained a steady lock on his hammering of his cock; the Sheriff feasted his eyes on the woman’s offering; Senior DA Adam stared and stared and stared and watched as junior Deputy Brad stripped off ALL his clothes and “went down” on the willing woman.
	Cathy laid out on the desk; she moaned, groaned, and flailed her legs against Brad’s head.  Although she desperately wanted eaten out she more desperately wanted fucked-fucked-fucked.
	Fade to black

	What did the horse say when he fell down?
	“I’ve fallen…and I cant giddyup!”

	My horsey, my horsey, my King cums a horsey!

	Checkerboard fade in…
	The monitor screen flickered back to life; same bedroom as before but with new characters.  Another Mexican-American boy, glasses, a little on the short side, a book reader, liked to make crafts—that blew up lava or simple sciency things like that (mentos in diet coke, etc.)  A sweet boy who smiled (a lot!)  A simple checkered green shirt he wore along with short brown pants.  Off they came along with his basic white underwear and there he was—naked.  He played with his slightly erect penis—and the more he played with it (of course) the more it got erect.  Of course!

	He wasn’t alone, of course, there was a girl.  She was modest, bashful, shy, but also curious.  Honey brown hair in a single floppsy ponytail that hung to midway down her backside.  She appeared already mostly unclothed wearing only her panties.  Like Julio, she was twelve years young and very-very delicious!
	 Pulling her lips in tight the shy girl slid her panties down (at the sound of the click, of course.)  Hardly there was hair one on her quaint little poon.  Very muchly was she basically lily white.  Julio had wood—big wood.  Four inches of wood.  Kayleen’s very bright blue eyes were locked solid on the masturbating boy; she held her hands to her nakedness—until that click warned her not to and she put her delicate hands to her sides.
	Like with Judy and Holly before her, the timid shy girl went to her knees before the slow handjobbing Julio.  She stared and stared at the cock before her with her mouth open just so.  It was hard for her to contemplate the deed tasked to her.  And at length she shook her head unable to go thru with it.
	Soooo,
	A deep voice was heard “Stand up.”
	The girl was almost crying; her pretty eyes welled up as she stood up and faced the bed.  Bracing against the bed she bent over slightly and the Masked Man appeared swatting her bare ass.
	His cock was hard AND dripping cum.  No sign of the other participants.
	SWAT!  SWAT!  SWAT!
	Kayleen’s ass turned bright red and she WAS crying.  The Masked Man leaned down to her and seemed to be whispering in her ear.  The girl nodded and resumed her position on her knees.  As she took Julio’s cock into her mouth so did Prosecuting Attorney Cathy Deviltoes—sucking on Sheriff Earl Funton’s cock while working Chief Cop Dirk’s cock in one hand and fondling the ball sac of Senior District Attorney’s Adam Ballingator.
	Kayleen made a face as she took Julio’s cock.  She gagged and retched but didn’t vomit.  Julio caressed his ass and ran his fingers thru Kayleen’s hair pumping into her mouth all of his four incher.  Kayleen sniveled some, rubbed her ass, and sucked-sucked-sucked.
	Julio managed to go three minutes and some seconds before blowing his load.  And what a load!  It was his first and there was a lot of it.  And being his first load he blasted it to coat Kayleen’s still intact tonsils causing her to retched to the point where she almost very nearly hurled.  Julio pulled out and emptied the rest of his ball juice onto the girl’s face.
	So did Brian and Hector.
	All three boys stepped up placing their schlongs onto the hapless girl’s face.  She cried hopelessly and Brian did the honors of cumming in her hair while Hector managed to contain his sperm blast.  
	After wiping her face clean of splooge (using her own panties) the girl got up onto the bed.  The camera focused in on her bald hairless poon.  The masturbating boys continued to masturbate with someone farting.  A giggle was heard (Judy) but the offender was not identified.
	Julio “went down” on Kayleen licking her pussy like he knew how (and he didn’t.)  Brian and Hector stood by wanking watching Julio’s tongue action.  After a time and the boy moved up to lay on the girl resting his schlong against her sex.  All viewing eyes in the viewing room ceased their sexual activities and paid close attention watching intently as Julio slowly eased into Kayleen’s virgin snatch his virgin prick.
	Unlike the other boys, Julio was one of them slow fuckers.  He pumped steadily, slowly, surely.  Kayleen fussed a little holding her hands to her face whimpering.  Julio went two minutes thirty seconds before unleashing a torrent of love cream.  Not as much as Hector had done unto Holly but a significant amount just the same.  Julio strained hard, pushing DEEP into Kayleen’s pussy, one hand on his ass and he pumped like a rabid rabbit.  When he finally pulled out (and squirted more) he lay heaving exhaustedly on his back beside her—cum still shooting from his prick.
	A click was heard and Brain stepped up crawling up onto the fresh fucked girl entering her himself and fucking her.  As he fucked he was spanked—the Masked Man’s bare hand smacking the boy’s bare ass several times until his ass was bright red.
	The tortured boy got his nut, pulled out, and before you could say Bob’s Your Uncle and Here’s a Quid If You’ll Blow Me a naked teen age girl came into the picture.  She was new.  She was pretty.  She was naked.  Tall, long-long flowing dark hair, and although “white” she was Mexican.  Nice-nice ass, a little fur on her pie, nice-nice set of titties and she was about sixteen years young.
	On her knees she went and did not firstly take Brian’s cock—instead, she licked the splooge spillage on Kayleen’s pussy!  THEN she took Brian’s cock and sucked-sucked-sucked it.  His fuzzy ball sac, too.  By then and Hector and Julio were standing flanking her and she sucked them, too!
	It was glorious!  Glorious, Centurion, glorious!
	She did a good job; Brian filled her mouth with his goo as did Julio and Hector!  She suckled the boys’ balls, devoured their dongs, devoured their souls.  As she sucked she caressed the boys’ ass, fingered herself, and sucked-sucked-sucked.  Then up onto the bed beside the still sobbing Kayleen.  She held the girl’s hand, closed her eyes and sighed.  Brian put his face between her legs licking out her furry cunt.

	Two minutes in and the Masked Man came into view stepping up to the bed where he dragged Kayleen do him placing her legs up his chest.  Holly came into the scene taking the Masked Man’s cock and guiding it into Kayleen’s pussy.  Such a face the girl had (Holly.)  She seemed so focused!  Such pretty eyes, her face as a whole, too.
	The Masked Man began to pump steadily, slowly; occasionally he watched as Brian fucked the teenage girl beside them.  That girl, Lucy, kept mum, her lips pursed tightly, eyes closed tightly; enduring.
	Brian got his nut, pulled out, spilled more of his nut juice then made way for Hector to get his turn.  For Hector’s turn and Lucy had to pull her legs back.  When she did and the boy mounted, inserted, and got busy with the fucking, the camera zeroed in on the pumping action—the slapping balls, the cock slamming the teen’s cunt, and her glistening asshole.
	Prosecuting Attorney Cathy Deviltoes’ asshole was glistening, too; she was planted against the conference desk grunting as the Senior Deputy of the District plowed his married dick up her unmarried ass.  Meanwhile, the Chief of Police got ON the table to whereupon the PA could suck his dick.  The other male members of the viewing tribe stood close at hand jacking themselves, spanking Cathy’s ass, and on and on and on.

And then…
	Play resumed; opening scene:  early morning; breaking dawn.
	Main Character “Lucy” walking out into a barnyard setting.
	Horses, goats, grunting pigs, and dogs, oh my!
	Camera on Lucy’s bare backside as she makes way thru to the open barnyard yard.  All appears to be serene and quaint.  The Sheriff and Cathy having been raised in the country imagined honeysuckle, roses, wild sage, catnip, herb geraniums, all mixed in with barnyard smells—horse shit, pig shit, dog shit.
	Lucy made her way passed the pot bellied pig, the dog, the goat, and straight to a brown Tennessee Walker.  He was fifteen hands, white splotch on his forehead, halter, and reigned in to the side of the fenced enclosure.  Old well weathered plank fencing with some overhang; chicken coops here, pig sty over there, typical barnyard yard.
	A hay bale was underneath the horse.
	Lucy paused at the horse—all eyes of the viewing room were glued to the lovely teenager…and the horse.
	A click was heard—but Lucy didn’t move.
	CLICK! CLICK!
	Lucy stood motionless—until the riding crop struck her bare ass.
	Crying, sniveling, begging, the timid teen positioned herself on the hay.
	 After Lucy had settled herself onto the hay bale another girl came into view, she was naked, too, and a teenager.  The new girl, about sixteen herself, had short cropped hair just to her ears.  The girl hadn’t been in the sun too often and was basically lily white.  She reminded the Sheriff of one of those late 60s airline stewardesses.  Nice tits!  Great ass!  And seemed to have no qualms about the situation at hand.
	The naked Masked Man secured the ill-fated Lucy’s hands up over the barrel of the horse; her legs, too.  Then he stepped back, cracked a whip, smacked the new girl, “Mary”, on the ass with the riding crop.  This motivated the girl to “take holt of” the Tennessee Walker’s horsey cock and glide the odd shaped bulbous tip against Lucy’s cunt.
	Then, suddenly, there was some shouting, cheering, actually.
	The camera panned to some teenage cheerleaders clad in different colored outfits, complete with pompoms!
	“YOU CAN DO IT!  YOU CAN DO IT! shouted the girls in red and yellow.
	“WHACK THAT BONE! WHACK THAT BONE!
 shouted the girls in blue and green.
	“MAKE HIM SPIT!  MAKE HIM SPIT!” shouted the girls in white and black.
	“YAY!” shouted all the girls jumping up and down.
	Mary “whacked” the horse’s cock gliding it harder up and down Lucy’s pussy.  Lucy wept, clenched herself thrashing her head all about as she waited for the pending goo splatter.
	The whip smacked the air (but not Mary) and the girl flinched.  A voice was barely heard but heard—“go ahead, now, put it in her.”
	Lucy looked petrified; the camera had moved by someone not in camera and not the Masked Man.  Mary looked horrified as did the five cheerleaders.  Closing her eyes and the trembling hand of the teen worked the horse dick into Lucy’s cunt.  She continued to masturbate the horse managing to get the head of the horse dick IN.
	The horse fidgeted, whinnied, flipped its tail about, pranced, farted, and came.  A great gusher load of horse spunk exploded into Lucy’s cunt.  It had taken just a couple of minutes work to get the horsey worked up and there was a lot of cum expelled.  A lot!
	The standing (clothed) cheerleaders all looked petrified.  The whip cracked and they immediately began cheering, jumping up and down, carrying on as cheerleaders do—but still petrified.
	Mary continued wanking the horse off until he was empty.
	“Do you want to lick her pussy clean,” said a voice in a low tone, “or continue doing what your told?”
	“I-I don’t want to lick her.” said a trembling almost crying Mary.
	Mary then got up onto the horse and laid down.  The camera zoomed in on her naked body, her spread legs over the bare back of the horse, her ass, her teenage titties pressed against the steed and then down to the traumatized Lucy.
	The camera then zoomed out to take in the dog, the goat, and pig.
	Fade out

TMI
	“I rode naked thru a park on my horse.” said the Sheriff.
	“My first wife’s sister and I fucked on her mother’s grave.” admitted the Deputy DA.
	“I did a fat chick, from the circus.” At least he thought (and hoped) she was a “chick.” Said the Senior DA.
	“I got it from a dog.”
	All eyes went to the Prosecuting Attorney in mild shock.
	“I was…young—”
	Which only garnered more eyes to the professional advocate of law.
	“Out of college, drunk, on a dare, that’s it.” she explained.
	The Chief of Police admitted nothing…but he had a lot to admit!

“Give me an A!”
	“A!”
“Give me a S!”
	“S!”
“Give me another S!”
	“S!”
“What does that spell!”
	“ASS!”
	Fuck me in the ass ‘cause I love Jesus!  

	Red Power Cheerleader Mindy
	White Power Cheerleader Sheila
	Yellow Power Cheerleader Chloe
	Blue Power Cheerleader Dia
	Green Power Cheerleader Nancy…up against the well weather grey fence; hands bracing, lips tight, legs spread slightly.  It was mid-day, just off camera could be seen Lucy and Mary SUCKING the Tennessee Walker’s cock.  The shadow of the Masked Man could be seen.  He snapped a whip cracking the air.  Then, with the riding crop, smacked HARD the Red Power Cheerleader Mindy’s ass.  Her short red skirt flittered and the girl nearly came out of her skin.
	The White Power Cheerleader, a black girl, got her lickin’.  She made a yelp; her dark skin was a stark contrast to her attire.  The next girl in line, Chloe, in a yellow cheerleader outfit, muttered aloud “SON-OF-A-BITCH!”  The outburst got her another swat—she stayed mum and the Blue Power Cheerleader got her whack.  She was Mexican.  Nancy, in green attire, was a flaming red head girl who also was unable to keep quiet and let fly out of her mouth “GOD DAMN SONOFABITCH!”
	Back to Mindy who heard a “click”.  She inched up her short skirt.  Cherry red cheerleader panties there and the riding crop smack her ass just as hard as the first time.  Not a significant amount of time had elapsed so her ass was still inflamed and she blurted something unintelligible—regardless; she got a second smack.
	Sheila was all about losing it; she was whimpering, crying, sniveling, etc.
	SMACK!
	“FUCK!”
	SMACK!
	Chloe, too, cried out as her matching yellow panties did little to protect her sensitive ass.  She clawed at the clapboard fence, arched her back, said something from an alternate universe, and got her second ass smack.
	The Mexican girl in blue cringed and buckled but didn’t speak out.
	Nancy trembled in her green outfit and when she lifted her own green skirt—no panties!  OH!  All eyes of the viewing room stared at the teenager’s nice-nice lily white ass that had one mark across both cheeks.  She got another mark and then—THEN the girls were handed bottles of water, a sports drink, and a glass of tea.  While they consumed their drink they watched as the other two teenagers “played” with Korky the Wonder Horse’s cock.
	Not long after the consumption of water, sports drink, etc. the girls indeed had to pee.  Standing facing the camera, the Masked Man, and some other boys, plus Lucy and Mary, the girls peed in their underwear.  Holding their short skirts up the girls pissed heartily thru the cheerleader panties—unknown what it did for the Masked Man (or the boys off camera) but it did a lot for the male members in the viewing room.
	After peeing their fill the girls one by one lowered their panties then stepped out of them returning to face the fence.  Mindy got the riding crop to her tender bare ass—three swift swats that nearly buckled the teen.  A long wooden paddle smacked Shelia’s ass, a ping-pong paddle did in Chloe.  Dia got a bare hand smack while Nancy also got the riding crop—she buckled.
	Off came their tops and bras and they all walked (on trembling legs) to where Lucy and Mary were sucking off on the horse, Korky the Wonder Horse.

	Inasmuch as Mary had “helped” Lucy get laid by Korky, Lucy helped Mary.
	This time, though, it was Mary laying down on the bale of hay, spreading her legs (and ass cheeks.)
	“Oh my God!” blurted Sheila as she saw what was about to transpire.
	Lucy worked Korky’s cock pressing it against Mary’s ass.  It was obvious by the size of the mighty cock of the horse and the small diameter size of Mary’s shitter—there was no way.
	So a dildo was brought into play.
	The first dildo was a nominal being 6inches long and 1-inch in diameter.
	Lucy shoved it into her pussy first then eased it into Mary’s cornhole.
	The second dildo was a candlestick of some length and 2-inch diameter.
	The third dildo was glass; longer, thicker.
	No one said word one; the naked cheerleaders or the viewing audience.
	Slowly but surely and Mary Gold’s asshole was invaded by Korky the Wonder Horse’s cock.  Just the head.  Then Lucy began stroking the horse dick until such a time as a gusher load of horse spunk filled Mary’s hole with explosive results—the cock in her hole was blown out and rivers of horse spunk blew out, too.
	Well, at least she wasn’t spanked!
	Fade out

*

Twat?
	Watching the teenage girls being swatted by a riding crop was one thing…
	It was the only thing.
	Although it was definitely torturous; illegal, immoral, downright wrong, the Senior District Attorney, the Deputy District Attorney, the Prosecuting Attorney, the Chief of Police, AND county Sheriff ALL were sexually enthused.  The close ups of the cheerleaders being stricken brought the viewers to lean in close.  They jolted when the riding crop, and then a long wooden paddle, stuck the bare skin of the unfortunate girls.
	The cheerleaders then went to where a row of baled hay was placed against a wall of hay.  Here the girls leaned back holding their legs while the Masked Man spanked their pussy with a belt.  Not particular hard but it was a definite “swat” just the same.
	Five naked pre-teen boys came into view; a white boy, a black fellow, a Chinese youth, a Mexican boy, and a Korean lad.  Each boy went to a girl, glided his cock up and down her tortured twat, inserted his cock, and got busy with the program.  All the boys grinned, some were serious, but it was their first fuck.
	Donnie McGovens went a full three minutes before blowing his load.
	Chris Dokoak was a quick cummer at two minutes in.
	Ricky Cho had problems, his dick kept slipping out, but he managed to cum.
	Albert Wavarez unloaded his nut sac juice taking four minutes to do so.
	Paul Hung Lo…just over a minute to cum.
	When the boys had done their thing they stood back gawking at the cheerleaders, their cum laden poons, and their own junk.  Lucy and Mary left Korky the Wonder Horse and came to the boys—and promptly sucked their dicks clean!  They did!
	“Suck them or take a beating.” was heard in a bare whisper.
	As Lucy and Mary performed the clean-up job—PA Cathy got turned over and plowed while sucking the schlong of the Senior DA.  Behind her and the Chief Cop of the City rammed her ass, spanked it, “reached around” to finger her sopping wet pussy and manhandle her bodacious titties, too!
	Then the Masked Man got his—sliding his manly member into Mindy first; when he pulled out it was Lucy who sucked him.  Mary licked Mindy’s cunt and seemed a little “mindless.”
	A massive wad of man juice filled Mindy’s cunt.  Masked Man thrust deeply, hard, and strained just as much.  He seemed faint.  Pulling out and a huge wad of spunk splashed up Mindy’s naked white body straight onto her face.  Mary sucked his cock AND balls while Lucy sucked clean Mindy’s cunt.
	Mindy put her legs down and went off camera.  Masked Man slung his cock around, slammed a beer, then entered Sheila.  He didn’t cum as a result.  He fucked her long and hard and at the four minute mark sweating like a stuck pig pulled out and into the gullet of Mary.  Lucy licked Sheila’s pussy.  The camera zoomed in on the action and then slowly panned to one side where Mindy lay out on the ground getting hammered by the boys—one after another!
	Sheila got to put her legs down and go off of the hay bale herself.  SHE, though, didn’t get fucked one by one by one (by one by one) by the boys.  Instead, on her knees, face into Mindy’s fucked cunt, Dobie the Wonder Dog took over.
	“Ole Mother Hubbard, she went to the cupboard, to give her poor doggie a bone. And when she bent over, ole Rover took over, for he had a bone of his own!”
	Sheila screamed into Mindy’s cunt.  Dobie was an ole pro and slammed his doggie dick into the hapless black girl’s cunt.  The men folk of the viewing audience were falling all about the place losing their minds.  Cathy, however, fingered her aching/smoldering twat having memories of that fateful college night so long ago.  Ah, memories!

Here to Cheating, Stealing, Fighting, Drinking
	If you Cheat, may you cheat death
	If you Steal, may you steal a woman’s heart
	If you Fight, may you fight for a brother
	If you Drink, may you drink with me!

	The City.  The shitty City.  He hated the City and everyone (and thing) in it.
	It was raining in the City washing away some of the crud; but Jolly Mack was some of that crude so there’s that.  Waiting on the corner of Watusi and Motor St. he waited.  Clutched under his arm was a “package.”  A manila envelope.  The rain wasn’t getting it wet, the rain was barely getting anything wet.
	Too many people, that was the problem with the City—too damn many people!  They annoyed Jolly.  Kids on skateboards annoyed him the most; dog walkers followed that with Suits and Skirts nextly.  An old woman with a cane and a bag of groceries made her way across the 4-lane city street and just as she was at the curb to step up…she slipped and fell!  Jolly laughed out loud.  The old woman, clad in an old fashion skirt outfit slipped in a puddle collected at the apex of the sidewalk curve; her legs went up revealing to all her granny panties.  Jolly found it hilarious.
	“You got a weird sense of humor.” spoke up a voice coming alongside him.
	Jolly shrugged and handed over the package.
	Clavis took the envelope, shrugged and looked at the gloomy skies.
	“Gonna fuckin’ rain all day!” he bitched.
	No response from Jolly as per the norm—usually some curt remark usually expressing how he LIKED the gloom, the rain, and old ladies falling.  Jolly was gone—as per the norm.  He wasn’t a “creepy” guy but he spooked Clavis and especially Rose just the same.
	Clavis lingered a moment at the corner then entered into Lurky Murphy’s Tavern taking his special corner booth seat.
	“The brisket good tonight, Donnie’s cooking.” Rose said as he slid into the booth with a grunt.  She saw the yellow envelope.
	Clavis sipped his wine, suppressed a pesky fart, and looked into his mate’s eyes.
	“What?” she asked.
	Clavis smiled, “You’re adorable.” he said simply.
	“Yeah, I know, but what?  I got a hair out of place?” she was teasing him; she knew he adored her.  But there was something…something in his face.
	“What’s wrong?” she asked.
	He didn’t answer.

	Casting her eyes to the yellow envelope,
	“Anyone I know?”
	He didn’t answer; and by swishing his wine she deduced easily enough that it WAS someone she knew—or he knew personally.
	“It’s not me, is it?” she asked comically, “’cause I’d hate it if it were me.”
	She tried for a little levity—but the stern cold gaze in his eyes frightened.
	“Jesus!” Rose said growing concerned—“Is—it me?”
	“No.” he said flatly.
	She was relieved—but just so.  So who the fuck was it?

	To say Clavis Mahonney was “testy” would be lackluster; after dinner Clavis and Rose went to the adjacent bar for drinks.  Rose hoped “drinks” would settle her lover’s mood.  It didn’t.  Rose preferred “mai tai” while Clavis liked Tom Collins.
	Not word one from Clavis.  Not one.  Rose chatted with the bartender and casually checked the premises; not knowing WHO was targeted to get whacked was killing her.  Let’s rephrase that…
	Usually with a contract hit and Clavis took the job with a shrug.
	This “hit” was different.
	There wasn’t much room in the bar for “dancing” but sometimes patrons got frisky and danced—sometimes even when the jukebox wasn’t on!  A couple of things happened:  the first thing was a “bump” from one of those frisky patrons.  The first bump was to Clavis—the second was to Rose.  Rose shrugged it off her bump but Clavis—he gave the bumper a scowl and conveyed a harsh warning “don’t do that again.”
	The second thing was Clavis overheard another patron expressing his like of Rose’s ass.  “she got a face” good—“and a great ass!” not good.
	Already in a pissy mood Clavis whirled on the offender slamming him up against the wall by the jukebox that was playing a thumping tune matching the heartbeat of the patron.
	Clavis’ cold dark eyes stared into the man’s soul.  Everything in the bar went dead quiet.  The patron pissed himself.  He was a bit shorter than Clavis and he wished he was invisible, too.
	“Clavis, dear, don’t kill this one.” 
	The patron’s eyes widened ‘th-this one!?’ 
	“You owe her an apology.” seethed Clavis.
	“I’m sorry!” the man expressed in fear of his pending doom.
	Clavis held the man at the collar staring deeply into him.
	Not word one followed and he let the man go.
	Rose threw down some money on the bar and hustled her life mate out .
	Quiet in the car.  Outside and the night was getting on; the city was mildly fresh from the unusual rain storm that had rolled thru earlier.  Traffic was light, Clavis had the radio set to Sinatra and Dean; when Dean’s tune dwindled she coyly switched the station to upbeat surfer music.
	Clavis rolled his eyes and cocked his head to her.
	Rose said nothing but smiled slightly.
	Home was an upscale apartment on the upper west side of the City; Clavis passed the turn on the boulevard that went that direction.  His mood was still sour.
	At the light,
	“The Mob wants Venger iced.”
	You coulda hit her with a brick—and she wouldn’t have know’d it.
	“Holy shit,” she blurted, “Venger?  Your boss?  Serious?”
	The light changed and Clavis motored the Jag thru the wet intersection.
	“Yeah, serious.”
	“Holy shit.” slight pause, “And? Are you?”
	Long pause.  He didn’t answer prompting Rose to ask,
	“Soooo, what’s going to happen—if you don’t do the hit?”
	Slight pause,
	“They wont be pleased,” he said with a drawl, “but they’ll get someone else.”
	“Shit.”
	“Wont look good on you, will it?”
	“No.” never had he turned down a hit.  He had had some qualms about some jobs but he did them.
	Out of his jacket he produced the manila envelope and handed it over.
	“Fifty gees.”
	“Wow.”
	“Half now, the rest when V is axed.”
	“Wow.” How much is a life worth?  Fifty thousand, one hundred, five hundred?
	“This could get complicated.” Clavis said.  “So I’m thinkin’ maybe you ought to go to our place in Manitoba.”
	Rose stared at him sideways.  No way.
	“No way,” she said, “we’re in this together.”
	“This is different,” Clavis retorted, “this is serious.”
	There was no arguing with Clavis, she knew it.  But there had to be another way. 
	He was going to be a gloomy gus, she knew that, too.  But she loved him, and he adored her—that was the main part.  Who was the Hit?  It was killing her!

	At their apartment Clavis poured a stiff drinking then leaned against the sill of the bay window looking out into the dark dreary city.  A unique aroma came to him, a special scent that only Rose could wear.  A very expensive brand of perfume from France.  And for a brief moment he was enlightened and his mood subdued.  Turning and there she was…
	Rose stood wearing a dress; a blue below-the-knee sheer outfit with some sequins…and a slit up to the hip.  Had she been wearing that earlier?  At the bar?
	“That dress should come with a warning label.” he said in a low voice.
	Rose didn’t often blush but she did at Clavis’ comment.
	Clavis was a juxtaposition of his youth and what he was now.  Rose had known Clavis when he was a kid and a teenager and lost track of him for a few years thereafter.  His cold dark eyes drank her into his soul (better write that one down—his cold dark eyes…drank her into his soul.)
	Clavis himself wore a black Armani suit; off-the-rack never suited him, the Suit did so comfortably.  
	“You’re not so bad yourself, hot stuff!” smiled Rose.
	Putting down his drink he took his woman to him; there was an embrace that lingered.  Her eyes, her face, her hair, that French perfume!  He held her closer, tighter.  Rose was at a loss; often, sure, he held her, adored her, but this time—this time seemed different.  But she was mesmerized by his attention.  He took her breath away.
	Slowly they began to dance; for the moment there was no “music” playing, coyly, Clavis guided the love of his life to the stereo and turned it on—he sighed (to himself) when “Strangers in the Night” began to play.
	Rose melted in his arms.  He was her protector; a little overprotective at times, but—like him to her—she adored him.  They danced—and danced—and danced.  Then she yawned.  She tried stifling the yawn like a pesky fart but it slipped out—like a pesky fart.  Blue Eyes went on to tell it like is in belting out My Way.  Clavis held his love in his arms and they swayed together until the final bars faded.
	“Bed time.” Clavis said.
	The stereo was switched off, the blinds, curtains, and drapes automatically closed, and the two made way to the bedroom.
	Clavis took his time undressing; one article at a time—his mind on the Hit and on Rose.  Watching Rose undress—yeah, that’s the ticket.  Her special dress she slowly removed…slowly.  Although she wasn’t wearing much, just the dress actually, she took her sweet time getting it off her.  Clavis watched her, he had gotten off his shoes and socks sitting on the bed never once taking his eyes off her.

	No underwear did Rose have on—she had lovely skin.  Lovely!
	With the very nice (expensive) dress off (and put away carefully in the closet) she turned (slowly) allowing Clavis to further adore her as she was—naked!  Clavis hadn’t moved from the bed, he was still sitting but now sat awkwardly whereas he had to crank his head to see Rose.
	And speaking of awkward—Rose.  She was naked—no biggie, but…
	Slowly she tread to Clavis.  Not hair one on her poon!  A couple of tats but not hair one!  A perfectly shaped body; great ass, perfect titties, great body.  He was distracted, she got that.  It was an annoyance and she couldn’t remember the last time he had been so distracted.
	Fine; she moved in between his knees and began removing his jacket.
	Naturally he fussed a little but let her undress him; completely.
	Once naked she fell onto him giggling a little.  Running her fingers thru his thick her she teased him pressing her body to him.  In turn, Clavis enveloped her with his arms.  He had broad shoulders, a trim body, and a dynamite smile.  Their lips met and for a moment it was mere exploration before mouths opened and they got serious about Frenching.
	Straddling her lover and Rose grinded her sex against Clavis.  His hands moved up and down her back—until that moment where she was squashing his beef stick.  Then his hands moved to her ass squeezing the cheeks.  She still wanted to know who the Hit was but there was no hurry to spoil it.

*

What time is it?  It’s Jolly time!
	There are two temperature zones here in Camden; “Satan’ Butthole” and “Nipples Should Be Registered As Weapons.”
	Met a woman at the pub; her cunt smelled so bad she had to hang air fresheners from the piercing in her belly button!
	Same woman from the pub gave me a handjob using Vaseline, I came three times trying to wash it off in the shower!
	Same woman from the pub caught me blow drying my cock; she asked me what I was doing.  “Heating your dinner” was not the appropriate answer.
	Imagine my surprise; last evening I was so drunk that when I got to the bottom of the stairs I removed all my clothing, including underwear, then carefully traipsed up the stairs and only when at the top of said stairs did I realize that I was on the damn bus!  (the old lady in the front seat was mildly amused; the bus driver?  Not so much!)
	One more:  kids today, they have it too easy; when I was their age I had to walk five miles up hill to expose MY genitals to strangers!

	She awoke with a startle (I hate that!)  Her mind was fuzzy and there was a terrible headache.  The realization of her predicament was slow to come around—and it did so with a jolt.
	A man was on top of her.
	A MAN…was on top…of HER!
	A man she didn’t know, too.
	The fuzz in her mind segued to confusion.
	More confusion came when she realized she was naked.
	More confusion came when she realized she was naked and—AND tied to a bed!  Her head was at the foot of the bed; her legs splayed out with ankles secured by leather strap-cuffs.  Her arms, too, stretched outward with wrists secured by more leather cuffs to the bed frame.
	She was Kristen Pryce; 28, from the City.  Her last full memory was being at the station, television station where she worked as a reporter doing a segment called “Dirty Laundry.”  There was a meeting after her last airing for the evening slot; she didn’t remember much of the meeting—it was one of those Bitch Sessions and nothing pertained to her.  She remembered stepping out to go to her car…
	The last thing she remembered.
	The stranger on top of her—was naked, too.  He was naked ‘cause…because he was fuckin’ her!  OMG!  Kristen began to panic—to freak out—to freak the fuck out!
	“NOOOOOO!” she screamed.  And immediately got her face slapped.
	Not too hard but it stung just the same.  The man on top of her gave a mighty “thrust” and she felt his member inside her—in her pussy!
	“NOOOOO!” she whimpered.  She was being raped!
	Then, a clothed ten year old girl came in.  A bedroom; the windows were covered with a thick heavy extra-long curtain; nothing on the walls, the walls were a drab green color.  There was a dresser, nightstands, a high back comfy chair, a wooden chair with no arms and not a rocker.  On the floor was a nappy blue shag carpet.  That was it.
	The girl had long-long blond hair; a nice-nice face; quiet, clean, embarrassed.  She stood with her hands clinging tightly together before her with her lips tight, too.  She wore knee socks with tennis shoes and resembled all the bit like “Alice in Wonderland.”
	The man gave the girl a head nod.  She winced, clenched herself, closed her eyes, then “sucked it up” and undressed.  A mid-thigh length blue dress she wore suitable for Sunday School.  Yellow panties she wore; no bra, she was flat.  When the child slid her panties down—the man on top of Kristen—came.  Kristen could feel his might johnson cumming inside her.  His cock was powerful and he jammed it into Kristen’s womanness in dramatic fashion.
	Kristen had reported stories of men like the one on top of her.  She had made it a point to get the hot stories of scum like the man on top of her; she did stories on those using EMADs and had a “gleam in her eye” when the Users were busted and carted away.
	The man pulled his dick out of her resting it on her cunny.
	Kristen struggled against the bindings—it was no use.
	The naked girl came up to the bed—then climbed up settling her nakedness onto Kristen’s face.
	“Lick her pussy.” said the man in a low but stern voice.
	“You’re out of your mind!” seethed Kristen.
	“Yes, but…” the man replied and spanked the young girl’s ass.
	The young girl yelped and rubbed her suddenly blistered cheeks.
	“The more you deny and NOT do as you’re told,” the man told Kristen, “the more she will suffer.”
	“You son-of-a-bitch!” frothed Kristen.
	“Yes, but don’t bring my mother into this.” and he spanked the girl’s ass, again.
	“Oh, Jesus!” exclaimed Kristen.
	The girl rubbed her burning flesh, crying, sniveling, squeezing her body tightly against Kristen’s face.  Kristen heard “tell her.”  Then suddenly the girl blurted,
	“Lick my pussy, Goddamn it!”
	Kristen was alarmed that the young girl should say such a thing.  But the situation was abnormal and the little girl was being coaxed.  So Kristen applied her tongue to the child’s bald snatch.  The man on top drove his cum squirter back into her pussy, pumped like hell for a minute, then pulled out and still was pumping.  This time, though, not in Kristen’s pussy (but in the little girl’s mouth!)
	The little girl’s ass was still burning red when a clothed boy entered the room.  He was about eleven years, dark hair, sheepish, eyes glued to the goings going on the bed.  He stood a moment where the little girl had undressed and began undressing himself.
	After the boy had lowered his underwear he stepped out of them and came up to the bed standing between the little girl’s flailing legs.  He paused a moment; Kristen could see him—and his semi hard boy cock.  He licked his lips and stared and stared and stared at the little girl’s ass—and Kristen’s tongue action.
	The boy slowly crawled up onto the bed gliding his boy toy against the little girl’s ass.  The little girl, Amy, gasped—but that was about all she could do as her mouth was full of dick!  Soon and so was her ass!
	Kristen felt sick.

	The boy, Brandon, went full bore.  Kristen’s eyes bulged watching as the boy’s penis entered the little girl’s dirt chute.
	“Suck his balls.” she was told by the man.
	When Kristen didn’t immediately do so—the little girl got an ass cheek smacked as did the boy, too.  Both children yelled out and Kristen obliged the man’s bizarre ludicrous request.
	Brandon began to pump.  Amy wailed.  The man, Jolly Mack, fucked the reporter, Kristen, until he filled her cunt to the brim.  He then pulled out and ejaculated the rest of his ball juice onto Amy’s sweet innocent face.

 Backstory
	Serious ramifications
	A nice day in the park; people playing volleyball, picnicking couples, kids running and playing, a daddy having ice cream with his daughter.  Jolly Mack was the daughter, Angela was the daughter.  She was seven, Jolly was not—he was in his late 20s and adored his daughter, his only child.
	In his late teens he had grown a ‘stache.  By his late 20s the ‘stache was not so much but he had started a beard growth.  Dark hair that was disheveled, but it was a style he liked.  He was lean, played soccer with some other guys on weekends, worked in a warehouse to make his living, had an adoring wife, and all was well.
	Angela adored him, too; light sandy brown hair with loose wisps hanging down her sweet face.  She wore that day a summery checkerboard pink sun dress.  From the ice cream man they had gotten chocolate cone dipped ice cream with nuts, ye olde drumstick.
	Suddenly,
	‘wouldn’t you like to lick her pussy instead?’
	Jolly was stunned.  He was in mid lick of his ice cream listening to his daughter’s babble when—
	‘I know about you.’
	It was a voice—a Voice.
	Panic insued.
	‘I know about you visiting the Men’s Club.”
	The “Men’s Club” was a sort of gay club, for men.  Downtown, underground in a basement of a gay bar.
	Jolly couldn’t breathe.
	‘I know you like young boys.’
	The Men’s Club had certain members with peculiar interest.
	Jolly also liked young girls—and the Voice knew that, too!

	Jolly was in a pure panic.  He looked wildly around.
	‘no worries, mate, I’m not here to bust you.’
	That did little to soothe Jolly’s panic.
	‘I’ll ask again, though, wouldn’t you rather LICK your daughter’s pussy?’
	Jolly was indeed a purveyor of porn, child porn to be specific.  Boys, girls, whatever—young, under ten.  But that was “viewing”; glossy photos on images on a computer screen—or big screen in the underground club downtown.
	‘maybe you would for—” and a packet was suddenly on the table.
	Jolly peeked into the yellow envelope and there was cash.  Lots of cash.
	“I-I cant.” Jolly stammered.
	‘she wont know.’ said the Voice—and another packet was placed on top of the money packet.  Inside was a small “device.”  It was smaller than a remote control, a little larger than a keyless entry device for a car.  It wasn’t fancy, it wasn’t even very sophisticated.  It had a single purpose—one ability.
	‘mind stun.’

	At home, half a block away from the park, a nervous Jolly cleaned up his daughter, checked the time—the wife was at work.  Then contemplated.  Sure, as a daddy he had wiped his child, changed her clothes, dressed her, and bathed her.  As a bit of a pervert he harbored illicit thoughts about his daughter when doing those aforementioned activities.  But he curbed those illicit thoughts and maintained himself—at home.  And even when viewing the illicit images of girls at the underground club he did not bring up his daughter to mind.
	But to further his involvement in the Club and to engage in the immoral perks awaiting him…the Voice prompted him—goaded him—tempted him.
	Jolly tucked the Device away and did not use it that day.
	Or the next.
	Or that week.
	The following weekend, however…
	Clad in another sun dress, Jolly admired his child and fought with the unnatural desires storming in his soul.  Another money packet had come his way, twice as much as previous.  He and his wife made a decent living but there were mounting bills, student loans, personal loans, etc.  Thru the week and Jolly had bathed his child almost nightly.  She was seven and capable of bathing herself but he was there to get the bath started and to check on her as she bathed.  After the bath he was there to dry her off and brush her hair and to dress her for bed.
	Most times previous and his mind had kept nil on the nakedness of his child.  He paid little to no attention to wiping her, dressing, bathing, and dressing her.  Occasionally…occasionally there was—there was a stray thought when putting it to his wife thinking of Angela.
	Putting it to Angela as he was to the wife?
	No.  Just a little humping, squirting on her face, shooting a wad onto her bald cunt.  That was all.  That was all.
	As Angela played in her room Jolly retrieved the Device.
	A single function—mind stun.
	‘and she wont know.’ the Voice had said.  She wont know (that her mind had been “stunned.”  She wont know.
	But he would know.
	Maybe just this once—to see how it went.  Just once.
	Angela’s room, on the second floor, was painted in blue with puffy white clouds, prancing unicorns and colorful dragons on those clouds; toys of the plush kind were “everywhere.”  It was a nice day outside and they were going to go to the park soon.  A nice summery breeze drifted in thru the windows and Jolly pressed the small red button on the single-function Device.
	Angela was in the middle of singing some childish song playing on the floor amass her many plush animal toys when she “suddenly” went silent and still.
	Jolly was floored.  It worked!
	He paused for a moment then squatted before his child,
	“Angela?” he said concerningly.
	No response.  She was quiet—and still.
	Jolly pulled her up to a standing position—waved his hand before her face, made a “fart” sound with his hands, stuck his tongue out, put his hands under her short sun dress cupping her butt and squeezing.
	Nothing.
	No reaction at all.
	He held off tickling her—he was pretty sure she would react to that.
	So he tugged down her panties.
	They were red with cartoon characters on them.
	Still nothing.
	Off came the sun dress.
	She was naked.
	No response.
	“Goddamn!”  Jolly uttered.  Looking at the Device he smiled, then stood contemplating.
	Then he fished out his hardened cock and blatantly waggled it right before her face!
	Nothing.  Not a Goddamn thing!
	Licking his lips he leaned closer brushing the head of his cummer against her lips.  Nothing.  Nothing.  Jolly shook his head and was mesmerized.
	Then he was scum…
	Laying Angela down he spread her legs and began fingering her pussy.
	And from fingering to ‘put your balls in her mouth’—something left over from the day in the park the previous week.
	Jolly placed his fuzzy nut sac into his daughter’s mouth and remained steadfastly ahhed.  “Sonofabitch!”
	Then he put the head of his dick into her mouth.
	A “note” in the second money packet “take still photos” with small boxed to be checked off; naked, cum on her face, pussy, dick in her mouth.  Jolly had a camera that took instant photos.  He took a picture of Angela naked; checked the box and then proceeded to the next box to be checked—cum on her face.
	Jolly knew that doing so would surely send him to Hell.  The act was heinous and would put him well on his way to be a scumbag.  After fingering her pussy a little more he did so infacto jack off onto his sweet child’s face.  The cum blast was relieving and he felt a bit of his soul being sucked away.
	After the picture was taken of his cum on her face he put his dick into her mouth working her head back and forth simulating “sucking.”  After checking the box off on the note he jerked off squirting a mess onto her pussy.  He then smeared his spunk there into her slit and then—THEN gouged her cunny therein finding himself having horrible thoughts about fucking her.
	Stopping himself he took the pictures, checked the boxes, then wiped his goo off her body.  After dressing her and placing back to exactly where she was he pressed the button on the Device again—releasing her mind back to her self.
	For a moment and the youngster was startled.  She looked up to her daddy being a little confused.  Jolly was concerned but then she resumed her singing and playing—none the wiser for what her horrible daddy had done.

	And of course little Angela had little friends.
	And of course those little friends came over to the house for playdates and sleepovers.  And of course daddy Jolly was there with an enhanced Device—still with a single function.  The “enhancement” was for a wider/broader mind control.  Jolly waited an hour into the playdate before enabling the new Device.  There were as many as six extra girls at the house in Angela’s bedroom yet.
	One little girl, Denise, was in the bathroom.  The door was open “just so”.
	Jolly waited for her.  He wanted to “taste” her pussy—and for her to taste him!  OH!  More pictures were required—for extra yellow envelopes stuffed with cash.  The extra monies already had helped with the vacation fund, paying off some bills, a nice-nice present for his wife, paying off a personal loan unknown to his wife…
	Once ALL the girls were assembled in Angela’s bedroom…

	It was a playdate day; a nice summery day, the girls assembled were dressed in short-shorts, short dresses, short-short dresses.  Jolly noted that all the girls had gone quiet and were non-moving.  Holding his breath he waited watching each girl for any sign of “awareness.”  Seeing none he made a boisterous fart sound.
	Nothing.
	Slowly he moved Denise, a pretty red haired girl, out of direct line o’ sight of the others and lifted her dress up and panties down.  No reaction from the little girl or any of the others present.  His fingers explored the child touching her pussy.  His cock nearly busted out of his pants.
	Holding his breath he gingerly positioned the child on the floor, spread her legs, and “went down” on her.  He DID like older girls, pre-teens, teens, and some young adults.  But there was something about young girls…
	The hint of pee he could taste and it enthralled him.  He licked and licked, spread her lips and got his tongue working furiously.  Then he took a still photo; wearing a Zorro mask he licked the girl’s cunny, snapped a shot, then jerked off until he came thoroughly drenching Denise’s young cunny.
	Five more girls to go!

	The lone black girl—bright pink panties!  Very dark skin, incredible smile, two months away from being eight years young!  Jolly rubbed his nakedness all over her face, placed his balls in her mouth, dragged his balls across her face, then licked her out until his cock was spurting on its own.  Then he anointed her cunny with his love cream and never once felt bad about doing so.
	He did giggle and chuckle as Charice was the daughter of a prominent black minister!
	Darla Cho was the lone Korean girl, she had just turned seven two months prior.  She was a cutey!  Green panties she had on.  Jolly humped her face and got instant hard with his fuzzy wavels in her mouth.  He did—he DID have secret desires to fuck her.  All the girls that desire wallowed in his soul.
	All the girls received his balls to their mouths, his cock up against their face, his tongue to their poons, and his spunk, too.
	Well, all good things must cum to an end…
	Unbeknownst to Jolly his wife had set up one of those nanny cams.  Why she didn’t inform Jolly?  Unknown.  What was known was the wife checked the nanny cam for its functionality (or something like) and discovered to her horror Jolly’s naughty doings.  She freaked the fuck out and during the uproarious confrontation she fell down the stairs breaking her neck.
	“Fell—or was pushed!” was the prosecuting prosecutors ascertain.
	Thankfully, though, and a slick defense attorney got Jolly off on the murder wrap—but he was convicted nevertheless on the child porn.
	Fifteen years in state prison.
	And Jolly Mack served every day of them, too.
	(FYI:  the slick defense lawyer was sub-agent for the Agency; also was the “Voice” in the park goading Jolly to his unnatural desires.)
	His daughter, Mare, was 22yrs and “out of contact” with her father.  He, however, very muchly wanted “contact” with her.  And with help from the Agency…
	But it wasn’t going to happen overnight; Mare had been whisked away as soon as Jolly had been whisked away to other family members out of state.  The Agency would not be undaunted, though, and were endeavoring to reunite father and daughter.
	Meanwhile,
	Kristen Pryce, Amy Balintuck, Brandon Culduck
	Kristen, as you remember, was the unfortunate television reporter.  She lay spread eagled on a bed, head at the foot of the bed, just having been horrendously fucked-fucked-fucked by Jolly Mack.  The young girl, Amy, had come onto her face to suck Jolly’s cock and be licked out by Kristen.  Neither were very willing but it beat being beat(en.)  Then there was the boy, Brandon, who came in, got naked, and mounted himself up behind Amy.  As he pumped/fucked the girl, and the girl sucked Jolly’s jolly member, Kristen suckled on the boy’s dangling/swaying balls.  Got all that?  Good.
	The boy, Brandon, “finished” with Amy.  He had been pumping away in her poon, was told in a low voice “go for the backdoor.” The boy knew what that referred to and stabbed the girl’s virgin pooter to finish off the deed.
	Pulling out and he had a dirtied dick.
	Ewwewew!
	“Go shower—each other!” Jolly told the children.
	Amy and Brandon slid off the woman and bed and trotted off out the bedroom.  Jolly looked to the woman dead in the face—and eased his fuck stick into her pussy.  Slowly he leaned down locking eyes with the bedraggled woman.
	“Where’s Mare?”
	The woman blinked, “W-what?”
	“Mare, where is she?  Where is she living?”
	Hmmm
	“I-I don’t know…” then, realization, “Oh my God—you’re him!  You-you’re her father!”
	Ding! ding! ding! ding!
	Jolly slowly crammed his wang into the woman—Mare’s best friend’s sister “way back when.”

	Kristen began to weep; slinging her head she tried to grasp what was happening to her.  Staring up into the cold eyes of Jolly froze her solid.  She had once known him as a good man; she liked him, he was cool, hip, and nice.  Then,
	She hadn’t seen the “evidence” that was against him concerning the child porn only heard.  And Mare had been taken away and “disappeared.”  
	“Where is she?”
	“I-I don’t know, I swear.”
	Jolly didn’t believe her and pumped hard into her sex.  Just then and the two kids came in.
	“Come here,” Jolly said to one of them.  The boy.
	Kristen was beside herself.
	The boy crawled up onto the bed and positioned himself on Kristen.
	Kristen shook her head uttering “NO! NO! NOOOOO!”
	The boy began to pump; his eleven year old “cleaned” schlong sliding effortlessly into the woman’s cunt.  Occasionally and Jolly smacked his young tender lily white ass, too.
	After a few minutes and Jolly smacked the boy’s ass signaling to get off.
	In walked a teen girl, fifteen approximately.  Tall, long dark hair, one  African-American parent, one white.  Nice-nice tits!  A great ass.  She was clothed but a hard stare from Jolly and she began to strip down.  Amy and Brandon stood nakedly side by side—with Brandon sporting quite the little-big hard-on.
	Once the new girl, Lacie, had her purple panties at her ankles,
	“Come on.” said Jolly.
	Kristen shook her head and began to wail.
	Jolly smacked the inside of her thigh, stuck his cock into her pussy (again) and leaned down on her squashing her breasts.
	“Where’s Mare?”
	Kristen babbled incoherently but something to the effect “I don’t know.”
	Bullshit!
	Jolly pumped HARD with dramatic thrusts for several minutes before tiring and having the naked Lacie “mount up.”
	“Lick her pussy.” Jolly commanded.
	More incoherent babble.
	Jolly smacked Lacie’s ass—HARD forcing her to squash her thighs to Kristen’s face and essentially burying her only slightly trimmed cunt to the woman’s face.
	“Grind her face with your cunt!”
	Lacie was losing control but obeyed.

	Nodding his head to the boy, Brandon, he came scuffling over—a little frightened (but nonetheless intrigued) and followed The Devil’s Despicable (a tattoo emblazoned across Jolly’s chest (it was SUPPOSED to say Devils Disciple but the prison tattoo artist kind of fucked that up)) commands—which was “part her ass” and “lick her hole.”
	And while Brandon followed those commands a frightened Lacie sucked Jolly’s cock.  She retched, gagged, nearly very nearly vomited—his prick had been thrusting in Kristen’s cunt and was a little gamey.  But she didn’t want spanked and didn’t want the kids to be spanked, either.
	Kristen didn’t follow commands so Amy came over to the bed and got her little ass walloped prompting Kristen to “follow commands.”  Jolly stuffed his prick into the woman’s cunt and pumped vigorously until he blew his wad.  When he felt the stirrings of orgasm coming he pulled out to anoint Lacie’s face.
	It was awkward, clumsy, and precarious, but Brandon climbed up onto the bed inserting his cock into Lacie’s fresh licked asshole.  Lacie was a virgin there—not so much in her pussy.
	Lacie was a “church” girl, god-girl.  She sang in the choir, helped disabled children, rode horses, helped disabled children ride horses, got straight “A’s” at school, honor roll, dean’s list, etc. etc. etc.
	Lacie also liked to have sex in the church where her daddy was one of the three rotating ministers.  Three special boys from her high school found Lacie’s naughty side.  She had keys to the church and on certain days and certain hours—no one was there!  (she also knew about the security cameras and how to turn them off.)
	What Lacie didn’t know, was, that the newly hired maintenance man ex-con Jolly Mack knew how to turn them on—and to use them to his advantage.  In the main sanctuary and there was Lacie with the three boys, stripping off their clothes and “gettin’ after it.”  Right on stage and Lacie, on her hands and knees, sucked off on one boy while another fucked her from behind.  The third waited his turn.  When the guy boning her “finished” the third turd pumped the hole not taken.
	Afterwards and Lacie PEED on the stage; she took the microphone her daddy and the other monkeys spoke into—and rubbed her twat on it!  In the communal baptismal water trough—she PEED some more!  And got the other boys to do same.  She giggled hysterically when seeing who was next to be baptized written on the information board.
	When faced with the evidence from the maintenance man Jolly she nearly fainted and was willing to do anything—anything not to be busted.  Her father, her church, her school, her friends, all would freak the fuck out and she couldn’t have that.

	The amalgam of conflicting emotions hampered Jolly’s slide back into society.  He was an ex-con; a weight he could never shuffle off his shoulders.  Thankfully, and a church was sympathetic and allowed offered him work at the church—during non-church hours, of course.  He also got work at a small manufacturing warehouse putting together metal structures—a fabricator.
	Finding an apartment was the first thing for Jolly, then employment.
	The apartment was adjacent to a park, a canal, and downtown City.
	The apartment manager was not aware of Jolly being an ex-con or for why he was an ex-con.  The workplace was also not aware (but a nosey office worker in personnel found out!)  Occasionally and a nosey police detective came prowling around checking up and annoying Jolly.  They bantered back and forth about Rights and Wrongs, some correlation about the juxtaposition of heaven and hell to wit Jolly torted,
	“There is none.”
	“None?  None what?  Heaven or Hell?”
	“Neither, no Heaven—no Hell.”
	The cop bantered back that there WAS a Heaven and a Hell—
	“The Bible says so.”
	The banter continued with Jolly providing the cop with—
	“The Romans made it up.”
	“Made up—what?”
	“Christianity.  To keep the peoples in line, to calm them, to appease them—they made up Jesus and the whole “Christian” thing.”
	The cop was floored—but the banter had to end—temporarily, he had other ex-cons to check up on.  He’d be back.  For sure.
	Meanwhile,
	Jasmine Latrice, a thirty something black gal in the human resource office saw Jolly in the snack breakroom and casually mentioned something about there was an opening at another manufacturing place across town.
	“Why would I be interested?” Jolly asked.
	The woman seemed nervous and scarcely would make eye contact but at length she did,
	“You’re Jolly Mack,” she stammered, “you just got out of prison doing fifteen for—for—”
	“I know what for.” Jolly said sourly.  The kindly fellow at the half-way house assured him that no one need know of his past and he could start a new life.  But he hadn’t changed his name and although the workplace did not require a background check—nosey Jasmine recognized his name and so she did a check of his background anyways.  It wasn’t a secret and was, in fact, public record.

	“You going to rat on me?” he said surly.
	Jasmine shook her head No but Jolly figured she eventually would.
	Soooo,
	One week—two weeks—three weeks and as many as FOUR before one special evening.  Jasmine walked the paved walkway along City Canal.  It was the Fall of the year and the day’s sun was done.  Most evening and Jasmine took the walk from the warehouse to her apartment two blocks away.  Sometimes she stopped in for drinks with friends along the way but always—always she walked alone.
	Of course she was probably equipped with mace, pepper spray, a whistle.
	None of those items (and others) would deter a determined perv.
	At the turn of the canal just yards from the well lit wooden arch bridge and civilization—pounce!  Jolly literally flew out of the bushes along the canal bank knocking Jasmine to the ground.
	She would have screamed but Jolly kneed her in her cunt.
	While she was recovering from being kneed she was dragged across the sidewalk, thru the bushes, and down to the canal.  Jasmine put up a great fuss—until her head was slammed into one of those canal rocks caked with duck shit.
	She went still.
	She was still breathing, however.  However,
	Jolly wasn’t thinking straight.  Or in any other angle, either.  Jasmine wore a dress, she always wore a dress.  This one was thin, the air was cool but not cold.  It was the Fall of the year, dark, but not dreary.  Fifteen years of prison life had made Jolly “a little stocky.”  Other inmates in prison were murderers, thieves, jerks, thugs, rapists, lawyers, and they didn’t seem to care for child molesters.  Go finger!  So in order to maintain LIFE he had to get in line and prepare himself for confrontations.  He did a lot of weight lifting.
	Off came the nosey woman’s dress.  His mind was not his own.
	The bra was tossed into the canal water followed by her panties.
	She moaned.
	Jolly moaned, too.  It had been a LONG while since last he had been in some pussy.  Spreading Jasmine’s legs he shoved his aching fuck stick into her cunt and got busy.  The woman had a concussion and blabbered something-something.  Then she locked eyes with Jolly and before she could utter a scream her head was once more pounded to the granite rock—thus reducing her ability to ever scream again.
	Ever.
	Didn’t stop Jolly.  He completed his deed in dramatic fashion then slid the woman lifeless body into the water.  Her dress he tossed into a trash can then went to his apartment to contemplate life—such as it was.
	Sgt. Lucas Bay—another nosey nose occasionally entered Jolly’s apartment unannounced.  He was pushy, he was black, he was a cop.  He knew about Jolly, all about Jolly and made it a point to weekly surprise the man to keep him on his toes.  They bantered back and forth about “life”, religion, politics, fairy tales, shit like that.
	Well, on one particular visit and Sgt. Bay was to inform Jolly that he wouldn’t be checking up on him so much as Jolly had completed psychological visit, had secured a job, and acclimated himself back into society.  He was still on parole but had exhibited exemplary behavior.
	That was before Sgt. Bay peeked into Jolly’s bedroom and saw a twelve-ish year old girl on Jolly’s bed.  She was tussed up, hog-tied, gagged, and naked.
	Bay was so stunned he was caught off guard.  Literally.  Too late did he see the shadow on the floor; turning he saw Jolly with a football helmet slamming it upside the detective’s head.  Bay stumbled but didn’t go down—not until Jolly picked up the baseball bat and let him have it upside the head again—on the other side.
	Sgt. Bay fell to the floor in a thump.
	The girl on the bed sagged her shoulders—the presence of the police officer had given her hope.  So much for that.  Jolly stood staring at the officer who “twitched” as he lay on the floor.  A small puddle of blood was forming, a glazed look was in his eyes, and Jolly had no emotion about the situation at all!
	Squatting down before the unfortunate officer Jolly watched him.
	The girl in the bed watched them both, mostly Jolly.  She knew that the detective was probably dead.  Probably.  At length and Jolly stood, stretched, dropped the bat, then dropped Bay out the window into the bushes two stories below.  Walking over to the girl he patted her bare ass then grabbed her jaw squeezing it tightly,
	“Going out for a bit, be good.”
	The girl cried and nodded.  Jolly smiled, patted her butt then dropped out of the window himself.

	Sgt. Detective Lucas Bay no longer “twitched”.
	Jolly sighed, then urinated on him, then hefted up so as not to drag him and thus leave a “trail.”  Being his apartment was on the back of the building there was no lighting making it easier for Jolly.  Just a short way to the canal…
	There and Jolly undressed the man completely (thus making it easier for the canal fishes to nipple.)  Fifty dollars was in the man’s wallet, along with pictures of his family…and address.
	The handcuffs and gun he took, badge, also.
	Then the detective was slowly entered into the water.  End. 
	Lacie wriggled her cunt on Kristen’s face; Jolly worked his cock in and out of Kristen’s pussy; thrusting deeply, straining, stretching, thrusting.  Then he pulled out and jammed his manhood into Lacie’s mouth—thrusting deeply, straining, stretching, cumming.
	Good times!  Good times!
	Brandon got re-involved; after Jolly got his jollies and pulled out shooting even MORE goo onto Lacie’s face, the eleven year old crawled back up onto the bed precariously and then awkwardly entered Lacie’s backdoor.  Beneath them and Kristen was about out of her mind.
	And although his cock was screaming in some agony Jolly re-entered Kristen to virtually finish her off.
	Time for a break!

Attack with a Dropkick and a Leg drop
Throw with a Backbreaker or a Brainbuster and if possible a Chokeslam
For Holds there’s the Boston crab and the Nelson
And for Aerial there’s the Moonsault
	Simon Winchalt studied these moves as he would have to become proficient in them as he had just made the freshman high school wrestling team! Yay!
	Standing on the family’s treadmill going on about how he was going to “bulk up” and get in better shape thirteen year old sister Audrey sneaked up on him engaging the treadmill.  Two things happened; Simon keplunked and fell sliding on and then off the treadmill in dramatic fashion AND his short gym short got entangled coming down exposing the fact that he was going “commando.”
	OH!
	And in his rush to pull up his shorts he gave a solid BA to his family; mom, dad, uncle, sister, little brother, the dog, cat, gerbil.  Later that night Audrey finds her brother naked in the bathroom—it’s after midnight.  There’s a big bruise on his side where he fell down and went BOOM!  Grimacing he’s trying to apply petroleum jelly to the forming bruise.  Audrey grimaces, too; she’s seen her brother naked before—no biggie.  The two brother/sister naturally being close in age saw one another in various stages of undress.  When they were a little younger they did engage in the typical touchy/feely aspect of their relationship.  Again, no biggie.
	“Sorry.” apologized Audrey.  “You’re probably going to get more of those.”
	(when he starts the wrestling program)
	Simon nodded (but it still hurt!
	Audrey felt badly for hurting her brother so; usually they did horse around and sometimes hurt one another—but not to the degree of breaking a bone, causing blood, or creating a bruise.

	With the bruise on the side Audrey helped apply the greasy goo.
	Then, on the sly, she “reached” for her brother dangling dong.
	She giggled.
	He got hard.
	Audrey was clad in her typical nightwear; tee-shirt (long) and panties.
	Soon and the girl was whacking her brother to a serious state of hardness; Simon forgot all about his bruise ache and reeled in the handjob.  A tumultuous blowjob soon followed.
	Laying on the bathroom floor and brother Simon was about to “get some”;
	CREEEEK!  The loose floorboard in the hallway creaked.  Someone was up.
	Could be little bro on a nightly excursion to the potty.
	Could be a parental unit.
	Simon held his breath; his cock—his hard-hard cock was right on Audrey’s pussy.  He was right on the verge of entering her.  It wasn’t the first time but the first time was hurried AND they almost got caught then, too!
	Slowly the brother and sister eased into the bathtub and closed the vinyl shower curtain—and waited.  Enter little brother, Erick.  He stood sleepily at the toilet and peed.  And farted.  After his pee he sidestepped to the sink to wash hands.  Then he proceeded to leave—but not before turning his head to the tub,
	“What are you guys doing?” he asked.
	“Taking a shower, go to bed.” said Audrey.
	The naked seven year old farted, shrugged, and left the bathroom.
	Simon just happened to be behind his sister.  His cock was still mightily hard and so he eased it once more up against Audrey’s fevered cunt.  But being on her knees in the tub wasn’t going to cut it.
	“Backyard?” she suggested.
	‘Whatever.’ Simon shrugged.
	Nakedly they scampered thru the house; out of the bathroom, down the hall, thru the kitchen, out to the patio, into the darkness of the grassy backyard.  Here they embraced AND kissed!  Facing one another the groped; Simon squeezing his year younger sister’s titties; Audrey grasping her brother’s throbbing hard cock.
	They Frenched and embraced one another until collapsing to the grass.  There they rolled and Audrey “pinned” her brother.  She giggled ‘some wrestler you are!’  Simon was unable to break free; his sister sat on his junk squashing his manhood with her cunt.  The girl leaned down and re-positioned her sex to her brother’s.  Simon began squeezing his sister’s ass, spanking it, and fingering her pooper.
	Soon and they were fucking.

	They kissed, they groped, fondled, and fingered one another and finally Simon got his nut.  The boy arched his back and thrusted powerfully into his sister’s quim with his hands tightly clamped on her ass.  Audrey clenched as she felt her brother’s tool and tool splooge erupting in her pussy.  She shuddered and clamped her body to her horny brother and it was over.
	The two naughty siblings lay kissing and grinding against each other unaware of the pesky sleepy headed little brother watching them from his bedroom window.  Next room over and the daddy of the two naughty siblings also watched…

Ideological bucolic debauchery
	Twelve year old Lauren and her cousin of same age, Nellie, stared gawkingly as they spied on Simon and his sister making out in the early afternoon when everyone in their household was gone for the day.  Neither girl could utter word one.  They hid in the heavy vines that inundated a chainlink fence sepearting their properties.  Lauren was just coming around to be something of normal after having a traumatic life upset:  a home invasion gone horribly wrong resulting in Lauren’s father being killed, her mother and older sister raped, and when the mother bashed a vase on the head of one of the intruders—he stabbed her (to death.)
	Lauren herself was raped, sodomized, and forced to suck dick.
	When she awoke in the hospital her life as she knew it and was comfortable in it was forever changed.  Older sister, too, was murdered.  After a long stint in the hospital she was lucky enough to have family to take her in.  It would be a long recovery.
	Uncle Nells and Aunt Harriet were good folk, they had 2 children, owned and operated a small Mom/Pop grocery store, and all was well with the world.  Daughter Nellie was a brat; she always most always got her way.  She was spoiled, most by her mother’s doings.  Aunt Harriet looked down on others—many-many others.  She was difficult and hateful, mean and arrogant—among many-many other titles.
	Uncle Nells was nice; quite the opposite of his wife.  He was friendly, outgoing, easy to get along with, and gave credit to those in need (without his wife knowing!)  Occasionally and Uncle Nells disciplined his misbegotten children; other than Nellie there was Willie.  He had just turned eleven.  Nellie was tweleve and not far from being thirteen—same as Lauren.  Usually and it was Nellie who got Willie in trouble resulting in his being disciplined—and usually that was with a bare hand to a bare ass.
	Occasionally and Nells knew that Nellie was the true culprit for whatever shenanigans had been pulled resulting in Nellie, too, being also disciplined.
	Aunt Harriet didn’t particular like the “disciplining” part—especially if Nellie was involved.  But when she bitched too much—she got disciplined herself!  She did!  And usually and the children were there, naked, watching their naked mother get her ass smacked!  Awesome!
	So, it came to pass that after a couple of months, or three, Willie scored a spot on his school’s band playing an awesome flute.  He was so good that he played a 2-minute solo.  And it also came to be that his school was playing in a neighboring city.  His mother and sister were going to attend while Nells minded the store and watched after the continuing to recover Lauren.
	After tending to the store and subsequently closing, counting the money and doing the norm after closing the till he made his way up the stairs to the three-bedroom apartment above.  There and he found the naked Lauren standing mindless in the hallway—peeing.
	She also had pooed a little.
	Nells whisked her off into the hall bathroom where he cleaned her up in the bathtub.  After drying and brushing her silk-like jet black hair took her to the bedroom she shared with Nellie.  Before dressing her he positioned her across her bed and swatted her.
	No reaction from the girl.  She was mindless.
	Nells had wood.
	Nells moved the girl more up onto the bed, turned her over, spread her legs then proceeded to “spank” her pussy with his rock hard cock.  Still no reaction from unfortunate girl.  Slowly he glided his prick up and down Lauren’s delicate poon.  Slap!  Slap!  Slap! and soon there was ooze.  A glistening came unto the girl’s hairless twat; a glaze came over Nells face.
	Slowly ever so slowly he guided the head of his cock into her slit.
	Slowly ever so slowly penetration was made.  The head of his cock disappeared.  There was “resistance” but no match for a determined cock.  A mighty thrust and the deed of deflowering was done.
	Lauren did make a “grunt” as she was fucked; so did Nells.  He smiled in a devilish way as he plowed the young girl.  His cock swelled and slowly with great deliberation he entered her fully—eventually.
	Then it was all about the spanking.  Along with the fucking, the gawking, the lusting there was the spanking.  Nells loved to spank—his kids, his wife, customers—female of course.  Occasionally when a customer was unable to pay off her credit bill she was escorted into the store room where provisions were made to edit her credit.
	A blowjob—20 dollars off the bill.
	Naked, posing on a sack of flour, bending over a sack of flour--$20.
	Up the ass—30 bills.
	A full on fuck got the damsel in distress fifty bucks off her bill!
	And there was that one time when two girl scouts came into the store asking to set up shop outside.  Nells smiled at them and when the conditions were right…
	One girl was thirteen, the other ten.
	One girl had big titties; the other had none.
	One girl had long sleek black hair; the other was a red head.
	One girl had light pink panties with dark pink hem.
	The other girl had light blue panties…
	In the store a “quickie” was enacted; lifting up their short green skirts Nells ogled them in their undies then casually lowered them.  A fingering followed with his cock out gliding up and down their slits.  A pat on their ass and he sent them on their way to set up their business outside.  Neither girl was aware of what had happened—Nells smiled and when one of the lassies had to use the restroom…
	Nells was there to waylay the girl as she exited the customer bathroom.  A quickie ensued again in the adjacent store room—each time he got bolder and bolder.  More earnest fingering, some spanking, and soon had his cock filling their mouths.  With the thirteen year old he almost got his dick into her when a pesky customer entered the establishment.  Nertz!
	Back to Lauren.
	After deflower the hapless child Nells fully laminated her cunny inside and out with his jiz.  Crawling up onto her body he anointed her sweet face with his liquid love mesmerized by his doings and the girl unaware (of his doings.)
	Then Harriet and the kids returned.
	A day or two later and Harriet walked in on Nells spanking Lauren.
	She was aghast, of course, but not alarmed.  She would have been “alarmed” if Nells was naked.  But at this time he was clothed—but Lauren was naked.  Bare hand to bare ass as was the norm.
	“NELLS!” bitched Harriet, “What in the world!?” Harriet was a fussy woman; tall, hardcore, pretentious, and a bitch.  She wasn’t overly fond of Lauren but still…
	Nells turned to his domineering wife, gave her a glare and made a decision.
	‘Harriet,’ Nells minded, ‘take—off—your—clothes.’
	Harriet stood still in disbelief and deep horrification.
	Then, slowly, she began peeling off her old style 30s style dress and underthings.  Nells caressed Lauren’s fresh spanked ass that was just a hint of red.
The girl merely flinched but didn’t cry out.  And once Harriet was nude she came to take her place against the bed—and to be spanked.  And three spanks Nellie and Willie appeared at the door—equally horrified.
	It wasn’t their first time seeing their mother naked, though.

	Nells looked to the two stunned children,
	‘Nellie, take off your clothes.’
	Nellie looked more horrified; she shook her head, looked like she was convulsing, then—took off her clothing.  A nice-nice old style blue dress; light blue with white daises on it—old-old fashion but it suited her and looked good on her.  Nothing revealing; ruffled armlets, neck line, and two-inches below the knees.
	Basic white panties and a “beginner’s” bra; dropped to the floor and there she was—nude!  Nells smacked his wife’s ass then the inner area of her thighs having her part her legs.  A swat was landed to the mindless Lauren and then his eyes fell on his son.
	“Well,” Nells said, “joining in?”
	With Willie the electronic mind link was not always necessary.  The boy was willing!  He didn’t particularly care for being swatted—which necessitated the need for and use of the electronic mind link (EMAD).  But he DID like fucking his sister—he was a little squeamish about boning his mother, though.  But fucking Nellie and cousin Lauren was a plus.
	The boy stripped down and was already hard.  He got to spank his sister and cousin and even land a couple of swats to his overprotective mother.  Nells stripped off his own clothing, stood upright with a dramatic boner and before Willie could do anything to the girls—he had to firstly suck his father’s cock!
	OH!
	“All the way down.” said Nells.
	Willie wasn’t so much into cock sucking—he was curious and had experimented cock sucking with his best friend—of which Nells had caught them both doing so in the backyard garden shed.  He spanked both boys HARD then made them suck each other right before him.  There was schooling involved on the finer techniques of slurping schlong.  Then the boys sucked him and afterwards—and afterwards they were introduced to sodomy.
	After Willie sucked his father’s schlong the boy put his face to Nellie’s ass and licked her funk hole—then he fucked it.  Nells masturbated and smacked his son’s ass as he pumped.

	Sometime later and…
	Twelve year old Lauren and her cousin of same age, Nellie, stared gawkingly as they spied on Simon and his sister making out in the early afternoon when everyone in their household was gone for the day.  Neither girl could utter word one.  They hid in the heavy vines that inundated a chainlink fence sepearting their properties.
	As Simon and his sister “got it on” hot and heavy like, Lauren and Nellie also got hot and heavy.
	After Simon and his sister Audrey had “finished” and traipsed off into the house to do it again or whatever, Nellie and Lauren kissed and fingered one another.  Then they peeled off their clothing and lay nakedly in the backyard grinding their wet poons together in dramatic fashion.
	“I wish I had a dick,” said Nellie, “I’d fuck you with it!”
	“AHEM!” spoke up a voice, “I’VE got a dick!” ‘and I’m going to fuck you with it!’ the girls were hauled off to the house being marched up to their room.  Harriet minded the store; Willie minded a girl he knew down the street…

The Robot Chicken
	Nerd Nelson had created a chicken—a robot chicken.  His bully brother had created chicken welts on Nelson body.  To create the robot chicken Nelson had to acquire certain parts; electrical parts was easy, mechanical parts—not so much.  He had experimented with household goods—mom and dad weren’t pleased with the use of undisclosed household goods.  Various electronic stores were also a let down so he pilfered the waste disposal centre having more luck there.  The robot chicken was, of course, a class science project and not—NOT a sex thing.  Not.
	While picking at this waste disposal site Nelson came across a curious contraption.  It was metal, it was kind of green (olive drab) with a lot of military words on it; “experimental” “caution” “use with care” “do not use” “military use only” “active defense” “hell suit—harsh environmental long life” but the words that caught Nelson’s eyes—“for use with the buff soldier program.”
	Hmmm
	Buff soldier?
	Curiouser and curiouser…
	There were a lot of “stuff” scattered about the area that was disposed off improperly.  Classified government stuff.  Nelson made off with a few items stowing them in his family’s basement.  Weeks upon weeks were taken to determine the use of the items—but what had been contained in the ammo box (the soldier buff program) took the most interest.  It was a small 1x1 square doohickey that probably should have been left alone.  Probably.  It looked like something belonging to a computer but the info gleaned from the few torn pages of military jargon AND what he could safely acquire from the internet AND public library—
	“attaching 01X to the base of the neck of the Soldier implements 2ndary accruements enhancing the Soldier’s ability to Defend and Attack.”  There were other aspects to the 01X i.e. Soldier Buff but it was in such jargon military that Nelson had no idea.
	“Attach to the base of neck…” hmmm Nelson wanted to, but he was a little fearful, too.  He was pudgy, a geek, a dork, a nerd.  He liked gaming, the table game Dungeons and Dragons, plus Magic the Gathering, and other nerdy games.
	Only when bully brother Munson once more accosted him, knuckle bumps, ridiculing him, humiliating him in front of his friends did the time come to give the 01X a try.  What could it hurt?
	A lot, actually.
	Once attaching the 1x1 square to the “base of neck” there was immediate discomfort—followed by pain.  From all sides of the 01X protruded minute tin-like spines driving into Nelson’s skin.  No antiseptic like a mosquito uses.  Upon contact with the skin the military buffer was activated.  Good luck removing it!
	The pain did subside; but then there was dizziness, blindness, a terrible ear ringing, and a general feeling of not being quite himself.  He heard words in his head that made no sense and he determined that they were military words i.e. commands.
	He felt his skin crawling—literally crawling!  But in fact the skin was “changing.”  His lackluster muscles were being molecularly motivated into a higher state of being.
	More pain and severe discomfort followed.
	Then,
	“Hey, numbnuts, time for bed and time to quit you’re pansy ass being a nerd!” bully brother Munson had come down the stairs, it was close to midnight.
	Nelson wasn’t himself—literally.
	Nelson was pudgy, short, in no way “buff” or capable of defending himself against his older brother.  Munson was a classic bully, a little buff, buzz cut hair, hated nerds, geeks, dorks, etc.  At sixteen and Munson frightened most older youths at his high school!
	Nelson, still in the throws of “buffing” paid his brother no attention.  This of course irritated Munson and he charged his brother fixing to pound him and knuckle bump him.
	The next thing he knew was he was on basement floor staring up to the ceiling.
	“What the fuck!?” he bellowed.
	His dork-geek-nerd brother standing over him glaring.
	Then, for no other reason than “just fucking because” (actually, there were many-many reasons, but…) Nelson pounced on his stunned laying flat brother sitting on his brother’s face—and farted.
	A long, stinky, rank, bean fired fart.
	It was gross.
	“OH FUCKING GROSS!” shouted Munson.  “YOU’RE FUCKIN’ DEAD, NOW, NERD!”
	But Nelson curbed his brother’s outburst by punching him—in his balls.
	And with the Soldier Buff there was power to the punch.
	Munson was speechless; he couldn’t breathe.
	Nelson picked his brother up and slammed him to the wall—hard.
	A tooth was loosed and more breath was lost.
	A knee then came to Munson’s ass—hard.
	Munson fell to the cement floor gasping for breath.
	“No more!” he begged.  He begged!
	Nelson scoffed at his brother—then he felt faint.  A hot feeling swept over him and he felt his bowels—loosening.  Time to flee!

	After a generous ralphing in the toilet the not-so-now-nerd boy washed his face then hauled his meat stick over the toilet to have one of those glorious pees.  Just then and a recovered Munson entered abruptly.
	“HEY!  ASSHOLE!” he said angrily, “I don’t know how the fuck you floored me—”
	And quick as a wink Nelson reached out his hand grabbing his brother at the throat.  Nelson then continued with his pee before putting his brother to his knees.
	Munson grabbed his brother’s arm gasping for breath (as it was squeezed out of him.)  Only when his eyes began to bulge and face turning to blue did Nelson let go.  Munson fell to the floor floundering for life.
	Nelson turned to face his nearly dying brother—he was no longer himself.
	Closing the door and Nelson commanded his brother,
	“On your knees, freak.”
	Munson was both pissed—and a little alarmed at the sudden prowess of his dweeb brother.  And again, quick as a wink ‘cause he didn’t move as per command, Nelson grabbed his brother at the throat pinning him up against the bathroom door.
	“When I saw “FROG” you say “HOW HIGH?”  Got it?”
	Munson choked, tears streamed down his face.  His mind was fucked, he couldn’t think straight—how the fuck was this fucking happening?
	When Munson didn’t answer—Nelson squeezed the boy’s throat a little more.
	Munson was freaking out gasping for life.
	Nelson let go and let his brother regain himself.
	That took several minutes.
	It was during that time that Nelson took on an even more transformation.  Normally and Nelson was rather—small framed.  A dorky geek with a non-muscular bod.  In a few short hours since “installing” the Buff Soldier chip not only had his mind changed but his body, too.
	Munson choked, gasped for air, and was for the first time in his life—in fear.
	Nelson had disrobed.  He stood butt bare assed naked stroking his cock.
	“Suck me.”
	A brick, a brick shithouse, a 747, a B52, a Mack truck, could have hit the teen upside the head and he wouldn’t have know’d.  He stared and stared and stared at his masturbating brother.
	“S-suck you dick?” Munson’s fear was replaced by sheer audacity and a whole lot of pissed offedness.
	“Are you fuckin’ out of you’re mind!?” shouted the boy—choke shouted the boy.
	Nelson hit him so hard—his head banged against the bathroom door—knocking him out.
	When he awoke—Nelson was sitting on his face with his BALLS in his mouth!

Ah, family bliss
	The boy Willie was “experimenting” with?  He was the proud son of a deputy sheriff.  Kristopher Dolphine was in his early teens and wavered between liking girls…and liking boys.  A family friend, Kary, knew of this dilemma by casual observation—and a mind controlling module!
	After months of being a “family friend” Kary learned “secrets” of Kristopher.  It was learned that Kris wanted to—suck—his—dad’s—dick!  He did!  On his own.  He wanted to cum on his dad’s balls—and then suck them clean!  He also wanted to fuck the shit out of another family friend, his daughter specifically.
	Kristopher had promise.
	Kary was a truck driver—for none other than the Fallen Dragon Lady!
	Small world.
	Occasionally and Kary brought to the Lady a wayward boy and/or girl found at truck stops, rest stops, or hoofing it along the highway.  The Fallen Dragon rewarded Kary with an EMAD of his very own.  He wasn’t an Agent for the Agency but a Warrior for the Lady.
	Back to Kristopher.
	After some time with the family; gatherings for barbeques,  social gatherings for playing cards, table gaming, and so on, Kary put it to Kristopher’s dad,
	‘would you let your son suck your dick—if he wanted to?’
	Edward Dolphine took some time to decipher that message and even more to digest it.  His first response was No.  Not No but HELL NO!  He was a cop, a deputy sheriff.  Which meant, really, shit.  No one was above sexual inappropriateness—a minister, a teacher, a father, a cop.
	Kary continued; posing the same question with differing angles.  And in doing so it was learned that Ed kinda sorta liked the other family friend’s teenage daughter—Amelia.
	Amelia was thirteen and had a nice-nice body.  Nice.
	Ed had three boys, Kristopher was the oldest.  His wife, Lisa, was “alright” but was bi-polar.  And a slut.  She fucked (reportedly) several deputies; she herself was a deputy sheriff (reserve officer.)  Her primary employment was an office nurse.  It wasn’t known if whether or not she got banged by the scores of young doctors at the office complex but it WAS known she had “encounters” with several (several) young deputies on the sheriff’s force.  Slut!
	So their marriage was a little iffy.  They stayed together because of the kids.
	Sad.
	But thoughts of the naughty kind towards Amelia?  Pretty normal.  Thoughts of the naughty kind towards boys?  His boys?  No, not really.
	Enter Kary (and his magnificent EMAD.)
	Again, it took months before wiggling “maybe” into Ed’s noggin.
	“MAYBE” he would let his son suck his dick.  Maybe.  It was a start.
	Then that day came when Ed himself caught Kristopher and Willie in Kristopher’s bedroom—naked!  They were in the middle of “cock fighting”.  Furious, Ed had the boys up against the bed and spanked them with his utility belt.  Then he banned Willie from ever coming to the house again (and threatened to call Willie’s dad—Nells!)  HA!  Good one.  Good luck with that.
	Kristopher was three months into his 14th year before Kary was able to sway Ed.  After the bedroom incident all of Kary’s previous mind warping had been erased.  Kary was pissed, he was right on the verge of having Ed submit and let his son suck his dick.  Of course, Kary wasn’t always there—he worked for the Lady delivering cargo; imports, exports, and “other” specialized cargo so mind warping Ed took time.
	And while Kary had a set-back with Ed he had some success with Kristopher.  ‘would you like to suck Kary’s dick?’
	One-two-three seconds…
	‘Yes!’
	Ah!
	One night when conditions were right; Ed out on patrol, Lisa an easy prey, the younger boys easy, too, Kary enabled debauchery.  Younger lads, Brian-11, and Max, 5, were easy to manipulate.  They were settled in their room while Lisa was in her room—mindless.  Kary planned on having fun with her, too.  But first!
	‘Take off your clothes.’
	In Kristopher’s own bedroom the fourteen year old shed his clothes.
	Kary preferred girls, young teens specifically.  But boys, too, he took a fancy to now and then.  It was one of those “now and thens” and he marveled at the nakedness of the boy before him.  Shedding his own clothing he carefully guided Kristopher’s mind into participating in naughtiness.
	‘Have you and Willie sucked each other?’ he inquired.
	‘Yes.’ answered Kris.
	‘Up the ass?’
	‘Once.’
	Mostly the boys liked to cock fight—and suck!
	As far as dick suckers go?  Kris wasn’t too bad!  He devoured Kary’s cock (and circle jerked his own as he did so.)  Kary himself was not so much into sucking cock, though.  And when the time came to cum?  He did—a generous portion into the boy’s mouth and then it was off to Lisa—both Kary and Kris!
	Lisa’s pussy wasn’t tight; it was “alright” to fuck but it wasn’t tight.  Which was why Kary preferred teenage girls.  And after fucking Lisa—Kristopher took a turn!  Kary watched as the boy fucked his mother—it was a thrill for him—and Kary, too!
	‘Do you want to have sex with your son, Kristopher?’
	There was a short pause—shortly after having sex with Kristopher.
	‘Yes.’ was the definitive answer.
	The other boys were a No—not yet.  When they were twelve—yes.
	However, deeply, Lisa DID want to fool around with Brian—he was ten.
	Slut!
	‘What about Kary?  And Mike?’ the family friend, the family friend with the teenage daughter Edward wanted to fuck.
	‘Yes—yes.’
	Slut!  Slut!

A friend in need
	Mike’s wife…she had a nice face.  That was all.  From the neck down—wow.  Double Ds for titties, extra wide hips, thunder thighs, and a goofy walk when she waddled.  But she was nice…
	So Mike strayed a time or two—and was having a so-so inappropriate relationship with his just turned teenage daughter, Amelia.  They were into mutual masturbation and oral.  No anal, no vaginal—but Mike sure as shit wanted to!  He also wanted to fuck the ever lovin’ shit out of Lisa!  Have friend (with an EMAD) and…
	Mike fucked Lisa.   Kary fucked Amelia.  Kristopher fucked Amelia.
	Mike watched as Kary fucked Amelia.  Kary watched as Mike fucked Amelia.  Mike and Kary watched as Kristopher fucked Amelia (again).  Kary and Mike fucked Amelia—double team.  Kristopher fucked Lisa.  Kristopher sucked his dad’s dick—at last!  And Kary was present—it took a lot of doing (mind manipulation) but Ed was ok with Kary present while his son sucked him.  Both men were naked (as was Kristopher).
	The mind control was astonishing to Kary; he wasn’t a pro at manipulation (but the Device was!)  He marveled at how he (the Device rather) was able to influence the usually stern, strict, morally sound man into something other.  He didn’t overly care for sex with his son—but after mind manipulation he wasn’t opposed.  Kristopher sucked-sucked-sucked his dad’s dick—and got a super load of spunk for his efforts.  Kristopher then jerked off onto his dad’s balls—and promptly sucked ‘em clean!
	Awesome!
	Butt fucking followed—Ed to his son.  And whilst sodomy happened—so did cocksucking—Kris to Kary.
	But Kary noted that Ed was not overly sold on fooling around with his son.  Whenever Kris wanted to suck off his dad, though, or take it up the ass, be spanked, whatever—Ed would oblige him.  However, Ed still wanted Amelia.
	Kary helped out that cause and Ed was very pleased.
	What are friends for!?

That which you do you do so well
	Rain splattered the window; the sound was soothing.  A hard rain, a summer rain.  It would do little, though, to wash away the scum of the City.  Stifling a fart and Clavis stared up to the ceiling.  His mind was forever preoccupied.  Most people worried about bills; IRS, student loans, parents, in-laws, was that fish for dinner really fresh?
	Beside him and his life mate slept soundly—she should, he fucked her brains out an hour ago!  Clavis wasn’t sleepy; he was tired, worried, concerned.  The packet Jolly had given him weighed him.  Right from the top the Hit had come.  It was a bother—it was a concern.
	“Do I know who?” Rose had asked.
	“Is it me?” she comically quizzed.
	Clavis hadn’t answered her—making her herself a little concerned.
	In the bathroom he contemplating shaving.
	Fuck it!  Ladies liked beard stubble.
	He peed, farted, jumped in the shower.  The cascade of cool water on his back did little to soothe his aching mind.  How?  How could the Higher Up ask him to do that particular Hit?  Of course, they didn’t know the particulars.
	Rose came into the bathroom—she was sleepy but when she saw her life mate she brighten up a bit.  He knew he was bringing her down and he didn’t want that.  Nor did he want her to worry or be concerned.  Rose entered the shower, embraced her love, and began a passionate smooch.  Clavis reciprocated by squeezing her—he adored her (and she knew it!)

	Rose looked into Clavis’ eyes—magical!  Well, maybe not so much as magical as mysterious.  Well, maybe not so much as mysterious as mischievous.  Well, maybe not so much as mischievous as dangerous.  Yes, that’s the one—dangerous!  Like a tiger she was embroiled in a pawing; her back pressed against the tiled wall, her legs up around her mate’s waist, his magnificent cock sliding nicely into her cunny.
	‘Oh my God!’ Rose kept her mouth tightly closed but as Clavis’ cock entered her she blurted out the words anyways.  She didn’t normally do so—it was a sign of breakage.  Any woman didn’t really want to let her man know he had gotten her—and gotten her good.  Clavis had and did.  He was in full control—and Rose didn’t care.  She shuddered and convulsed as his powerful schlong riveted her.  Clavis smiled to her—he had won that particular round.  Usually she was in control; mounting him and taking charge of the sex.  Sometimes she let him and sometimes she had no control.  It was a way with them—kept their sex life fun.
	Rose was brought into another world—oblivion!  Clavis didn’t pound her cunny but actually made love to it—with a little gusto.  She clung to him and tried at first not to show how much he had gotten her to that glorious level of ecstasy—but she failed.  Clavis had a way of tantalizing her, rubbing against her clit, power stroking into the very recesses of her sex.
	Clavis watched as the love of his life eye’s fluttered.  There was a bit of a wavering smile then more as he entered into the final throws of their lovemaking.  Rose didn’t see her lover wavering; her eyes were fluttering too much.  She clung to him tenaciously and felt the explosions of their unionship—exploding.  There was a deep shudder that made her toes curl, her butt hole clenched, her nipples could be used as lethal weapons.
	“OH MY GOD!” she blurted.
	Clavis giggled and gave the final thrusts expending all that he had to give.
	He would do anything for her, give her anything.
	He would kill for her.
	Kill her?
	Kill her?
	Hmmm