August Moone Sagas
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 24
Improper Order

And the wickedness continues…
	Many peoples of the world suffered from various ailments, mental instabilities, societal incompatibilities and so forth.  Many peoples with many social and private turmoil; psychopaths, bi-polar, mental hang-ups and just plain nuts!
	There were many peoples who suffered alone, in the dark.  Far more were out in the public mingling and transferring some of their mental illness onto others, bringing them down along with themselves thusly extending the illness.
	It wasn’t all drug related, conditions of the world set the pace; wars, poverty, social outcasts.  Thousands of “papers” were written on the social problems of the world, a great many “doctors” of various professions spent their lifetimes dissecting and discerning the mentally ill, the social outcasts, and others of associated castes.
	Among some of the leaders of social dilemmas was of course sexual perversion and all its elements.  It was an obsession enjoyed by both men and women, teens, and pre-teens.  There was nothing more grand than to cum, to experience orgasm—repeatedly.  To others, it was the Power over another; others simply enjoyed dolling out Pain & Suffering.  And there were others who enjoyed watching others engage in immoral acts.
	With the invention of the Electronic Mind Altering Device (EMAD), the world of perversion sailed to new heights.

	Nightmares.  Nightmares, confusion, and regret.  A whole semester at a top notch university had been spent in Psychology.  But it was all for naught apparently as none of the study seemed to help him.  He understood, in part, that he had been literally seduced by the Dark Side, the EMAD his wife had slipped into his suitcase had overtaken him.

	Ben Wiccked was submissive, although he was a Man and the supposed Man of the House, it was his wife Leeann who commanded him and took charge of the house.  But he had always been that way, a follower, not a leader.  Only when he was out on his own to he profess to be a Leader, but only when out on his own, out of reach from Leeann.    
	Oh he loved her, sure, she had given him three beautiful and wonderful children.  She was good for him, they enjoyed life, their friends, and everything.  Btu Ben wished there were times where she would let him Be the Man.
	Nightmares.  Regrets and hopelessness.  Faces, images, places, filled his mind near constantly, robbing him of a Quality of Life he had enjoyed just two weeks prior to his departure into the realm of insanity.  Self control.  He had none.  The wily ways of the EMAD had overtaken him and brought him into an obsessive world of sexual depravity.  It was more than just simply engaging in sexual rompings, much more.  It was more than simple perversion.  It was like he was someone else, seeing himself thru someone else’s eyes!
	He was not that kind of person, not in the least.  But with the amazing power of the EMAD, he had become what he most detested—a monster.  He had no desires of his heart/soul/mind to do harm to another, especially a child.  But it was lust.  Pure and simple and the lust had been blasted into orbit by the evil power of the EMAD.
	Leeann.
	He recalled the nights they had gone out in the car, trolling for unwary girls.  Girls.  Teenage girls for him to have sex with.  Teenage girls taken into the family basement, stripped of their dignity and sexually enjoyed for days at a time, then taken out to some remote locale and dumped.
	Not once, not twice, but three times!
	Or was it four?
	Five?
	He couldn’t remember.  He couldn’t remember their names but he saw their faces.  He saw himself on top of them, his cock slamming hard into their young virgin cunnies; pounding tenaciously into their assholes; squirting his love cream into their mouths.
	And spanking—which was piedmont to torture.
	Torture!
	He was a minister, a father, a husband, not some sadistic freak!
	But he had spanked the girls he had kidnapped, spanked them HARD and he had liked it!  And it was all with the approval of his wife!  That was even more confounding than anything.

	But Leeann had been worried that with the wily ways of the World, the temptation to molest their daughters would be too great a pull for Ben, so for their sake and for the sake of the marriage—Leeann acquired an EMAD and brought Ben into the world of perversion.
	But he had gone willingly.  He thought.  Did he?  Did Leeann use the EMAD on him, to seduce him, to coerce him into accepting the wicked ways of depravity?  It was hard to say.  He thought at most times he WAS acting on his own, he DID enjoy engaging immorally with Denise, Erica, and Franny.
	He did remember them.
	And Shannon from the hotel.
	And Keeven.
	Keeven.
	The nightmares of the remote cabin nearly took his breath away—sucking the very life out of him.  At the cabin he had gone off the deep end with his pursuit of sexual bliss and extreme perversion.  
	Emily.  The little girl from the motel (before the cabin.)
	Wendy, Cheryl, Holly, Annie.
	He noted, too, that after a while, the reluctant Keeven had willingly joined in on the fracas, including servicing Ben’s cock—via his mouth and asshole—WILLINGLY!
	And Ben had WILLINGLY enjoyed it, fucking the boy’s mouth and asshole with no care that it was a boy and not a girl.  Prior, he had never thought himself INTO boys; he had had the wandering eye and occasionally checked young girls now and then, teen girls in tight skirts, his oldest girl when she went streaking about.  But that was normal, he was human (and a man.)
	But what of Leeann?
	She was a woman.  He thought he knew her.  But she had willingly engaged in extreme measures to protect/save her family.  She had secured those girls brought into the basement, stripped them down, tied them up, and spanked them into submission.  
	Ben also recalled when after they had dumped the girls off on their way back home they had to pull over and fuck their brains out in the backseat of the Chevy—the act of kidnapping, sexual enjoyment of the one kidnapped, and then the dumping her off in the middle of no where was some sort of bizarre turn on.
	Ben and Leeann had a better sex life after the EMAD had come into their life!  It was bizarre!
	And a nightmare.

	In the Wiccked basement were three boys.
	Greg Hinton, Frank Gains, and Paul Jackson.
	Greg was twelve years young, blond haired, green eyes, Irish heritage.
	Frank Gains was ten, dark hair, dark eyes, lily white skin, white boy.
	Paul Jackson had kinky dark hair, dark eyes, dark skin—black boy.
	All three were nude.  All three had been in the basement a “few days” while Ben was out on his extended Out of Town excursion.  What their story was or even how they came to be in the basement Ben was clueless.  To each boy Leeann, though, had been “enjoying” to the maximum.  She was nude herself and with Gregory on top of her, his pre-teen prick pumping into her sex, she sucked on Paul’s cock while masturbating Frank!
	Ben could only stand and stare.
	Then he realized he was turned-on.
	Turned-on!
	He was horny!
	AGAIN!
	OH NO!

*

Cumming together
	The nightmares were subsiding, some.  But he still feared them; there was great remorse for the girls, and Keeven.  But Ben had resolved within himself that he was not entirely at fault.  The EMAD had overtaken him and he had allowed it—he had deep seeded desires only unleashed by the EMAD and he had allowed himself to be seduced by the Dark Side.
	It was a week after his return home before he became more “at home.”  He stayed home, no cruising, no preaching.  He had had an “accident”; been mugged, gotten lost, and needed rest—so it was explained to those of who employed him to give speeches and such.  The time off allowed him time to  acclimate himself back into the house.
	It was a week before he even began to think about the boys in the basement—how they had come to be there.  On his first day back, discovering his wife naked with the three boys, and finding himself in a horny state, he had gleefully stripped off his clothes and participated willingly.  After Leeann’s little romp with the boys; Gregory cumming in her pussy, Frank cumming off her hand, and young Paul experiencing an orgasm without cumming in her mouth, Ben caressed Greg’s ass and had thoughts of Keeven.

	Very-very little had he explained to Leeann about his “experience.”  She understood somewhat that he was disturbed by the ordeal.  And how!  She gave him the space and the time and let him be.  Whether she regretted slipping the EMAD into his suitcase or not was not known.
	After caressing the boy’s ass, Gregory was positioned on Leeann’s face, his preteen cum squirting still squirting.  The boy’s nuggets were deposited into Leeann’s mouth, his body laying down her creamy-sweaty lithe body.  She was awed beyond belief as masterfully Ben shoved his fuckstick into the boy’s anus.
	Right from the onset she realized a change, a difference in her usually demure husband.  He was more aggressive.  Much more.  While he humped the boy’s ass he spanked, hard.  He drove his manhood DEEP into the boy’s virgin pooper, spanked his ass and hips and frightened his wife.
	It wasn’t so much as “fright” per se as it was concern.  Deep concern.  Ben seemed to thoroughly enjoy deflowering Greg’s hole, and the spanking was the topping that seemed to highly enthuse him!  Gregory endured the rear end assault but wasn’t much into being plugged or spanked.

*

	How to tell--how to explain--how to convey to his wife that he had kidnapped several children, brought them to a remote location and then had hours and hours of sexual frivolity with them?
	Then did same to a national guard woman, too!
	The EMAD.  He blamed the EMAD and with that blamed his wife for putting the EMAD in his belongings.  He had no will power and had easily been seduced by the wily ways of the EMAD.  He had allowed his sexual perversions to escalate and overwhelm him.
	He didn’t ask his wife about the boys, how they came to be “a part of the family” or anything of the like.  And she didn’t explain them, either.  They stayed in the basement; there was a television there, a bathroom, and video games.  They stayed nude and were fed regularly—along with being fucked regularly, too.
	Leeann was really into the boys, and so was Ben.
	Ben continued to dwell upon his experience at the cabin.  That person was not him.  He had willingly kidnapped young girls, teens, and brought them to that remote cabin for sexual torment.
	And had willingly engaged in sexual bliss with a boy, too.
	But a hole was a hole was a hole.  It didn’t matter if the hole was on a girl or a boy, it was a hole to fill with cum and that was all that mattered!

	There was fingering of Leeann, but no “figuring” her out.  And again, he blamed the EMAD.  The EMAD was an excuse.  Although she professed in declaring that the mind altering device was an instrument to “save” the family, Ben deduced that there was more to it than that.
	Ben also noted that with the boys, she wasn’t “rough” as she had been with the girls that had been brought down to the basement.  She was gentle and only wanted to service and be serviced by them.  With the girls, she had been kind of violent—spanking, tying them up and forcing them into hellish sexual perversions.
	It so bothered Ben that he finally had to know.
	Leeann held off for as long as she could before explaining that when she was twelve years young, she had been raped.
	By girls.
	Her girlfriends mostly, cousins, and older teen girls.
	Ben never knew.
	It had happened at a beach where she lived with her family at the time, her best friends and associative friends held her down and stripped her bathing suit off—then rammed long neck bottles into her virgin cunt.  Repeatedly.  Her asshole received bottle rammings, too; repeatedly.
	It was an “initiation” into the beach clan.
	Leeann gave no further details about the incident and didn’t care to discuss it any further.  Ben let it go, but he had some insight on his wife anyways.

	Amber, Bonnie, Caitlin.  Three very beautiful little girls that were the pride of their father, Ben.  He adored them, but not sexually.  He had seen them naked from the day of their birth; had wiped them (all over), held them nakedly to his body, bathed them, and loved them (without  spilling any of his love on them). 
	But after the EMAD/Cabin incident he was different.  Upon seeing his three girls naked his lust for them increased ten-fold—exactly the opposite of what Leeann had intended!
	With bath time it was a special time, before the EMAD incident, Ben enjoyed giving his girls a bath—they IN the tub while he was OUT of the tub on his knees.  The bathtub was usually filled to overflowing with suds and three giggling naked little girls.  Before the EMAD incident, he had held no sexual perversions towards his young naked wonders—but after…

	Seven, five, and four were their ages; they bathed together most times but as they aged and their modesty kicked in they would bath separately.  And as their modesty kicked in, Ben knew that his time with them would diminish, too.  And he would miss that—not for the sexually perverted reasons but the simple fact that his girls were precious to him and with their growing up there were “changes.”
	But that was typical fatherhood.
	Little Bonnie choked on some bubbles and Ben quickly hauled her out of the tub, applying a “fatherly” hug to her until she choked out that what had choked her.  Bath time was over anyways, a towel about her and he proceeded with the drying her off—amidst a lot of surreptitious “fondling.”
	Copping a feel—before (the EMAD incident) the fondling of his girls’ bums was innocent enough—and normal.  Even a fingering of their poons was ok, along the pretense of “drying” them off and wiping them after a good pee.  After the EMAD debacle, though, Ben’s thoughts (and actions) had been altered.  Caressing Bonnie’s ass put a hardness in his cock he hadn’t felt since he had eight year old Emily in the No-Tell Motel! 
	While squeezing (and drying off) Bonnie, he looked to his seven year old Amber.  Just a year younger than Emily.  A year younger.  True, Emily had to be “broken-in” before Ben could sink his pud into her, but he eventually managed.  Pussy, Mouth, and Asshole.  His fingers had worked into the young girls holes, he had used hot dog wieners, candle sticks, a stick, the handle of a screwdriver, and Keeven’s cock to break the girl’s pussy and asshole in sufficiently enough to allow passage of his cock.
	What could he do to Amber?
	What could he do to Amber!
	What was he thinking!
	He was thinking of doing unto Amber what he had done unto Emily!
	But not so rough.

*

	To say the least, Leeann was awed to find out her husband also liked boys.  She found him enjoying the boys in the basement on several occasions, she found him in a state of pure bliss as he directed the boys to “perform” on one another, to spank, pee on each other, and suck.  After the boys had done unto each other, they serviced Ben’s cock.
	Ben liked them, and he liked putting them thru their paces, spanking them, and then having them each suck his cock—followed by spreading their cheeks.  (he also enjoyed sucking them!)

	Ben seemed to really marvel and take pleasure in watching the boys suck one another.  Greg seemed to like it, too.  He was twelve and had just begun his adventure of discovering his pud and the many wondrous pleasures derived from self-pleasuring.  Getting a blowjob whether from Frank or Paul was just as fantastic as getting sucked on by Leeann.
	Being fucked up the butt by Ben, though, was not as pleasurable, but he tolerated it and dealt with it and that was that.  Butt humping Frank and Paul was okay, but he preferred stuffing his salami into Leeann’s womanly cunt.
	One night after dinner and the Wiccked girls were goofing off prior to their bathtime, Ben helping his wife clear the table and prepare a dinner for the boys in the basement—he made a comment:
	“Maybe ought to get some girls for the boys.”
	Leeann was stunned, not overly so, but stunned just the same.  Ben had always been reluctant to go out “prowling” and “trolling” for captives, now he seemed to fully endorse it.  
	As Leeann bent over loading the dishwasher, Ben “loaded” her ass.  She wore a 1950s dress, it was her style.  Nothing underneath, no panties, no bra.  The dress had a “built-in” titty support and the dress itself was light and airy giving her full freedom of movement.
	Ben’s cock was raging hard, raging.  Up against his wife’s thigh he began smacking, and doing so with all the might he could muster.  Leeann spread her stance and bent over more, parting a cheek…
	Ben continued smacking his cock against his wife’s thigh for another minute or so, then began gouging her poop chute.  Leeann opened her legs as wide as she could, placing her hands down onto the floor.  Ben gouged his cock up and down her ass crack, poking her hole and grinding against her shaven muffin.
	After a moment of tantalizing her back area, Ben poked her hole and made full anal entry—all the while he thought of Keeven.  And Cheryl, Wendy, Shannon, and Emily.
	With a hard grip to Leeann’s hips Ben thrusted his prick DEEP into Leeann’s corn chute.  Leeann bounced and felt some discomfort in the rear assault and if she gave a thought to the fact that her daughters were home and “just down the hall—wasn’t known.  She may not have cared, either.
	A few minutes of serious butt fucking and then he released an incredible powerful burst of hot juicy love cream.  A dynamic blast like he had never unleashed before—but probably had.  His entire body shuddered as his cock surged.  Every inch of his tool was still in Leeann’s pooper, surging and pulsing all the while.

	Leeann went to check on the girls and to get them into the tub for their bath.  Ben finished cleaning the kitchen, setting the dishwasher, recouping from a righteous buttfucking to his wife.  Leeann walked funny as she made her way down the hall, her asshole smoldering and there was that uncomfortable gooey feeling annoying her, too.
	Minutes after getting the girls into the tub, Ben appeared.  He so loved giving his girls a bath.  Leeann stepped out of the way; Ben knelt on the bathroom floor and did little more than watch the girls as they played in the soapy water.  Leeann observed the happy group as with one hand hubby and loving father bathed his precious daughter trio while the other hand worked his still hardened cum squirter.
	(and cum still dripped/oozed about Leeann’s asshole, too!)
	“Benjamin!” she exclaimed, “aren’t you going to bath them? Or are you just going to sit and watch them.”
	“Can’t they wash themselves?” He responded, his attempts at bathing his girls was feeble at best as he mostly just frothed up the suds to make more bubbles and thusly concealing his naked young’uns.
	“No they can’t wash themselves, all they want to do is play.  You have to wash them and make sure that their bodies are clean. Surly you’re not afraid to wash your own daughters are you?”
	Yes, yes he was.
	“Well, no I-I guess not; but shouldn’t you be doing that?” he pleaded.  She knew very damn well the position he was in, his state of mind and extreme state of horniness.
	“Darling,” she cooed, “you’re their father; what would happen if something happened to me?  Would the girls go unwashed?”  
	Ben looked to his wife as she reasoned; but it still made little sinse.  She knew that he was in a “state of extreme horny” and had had some sort of One Hell of an Experience brought on by the EMAD.  In a sense, he couldn’t be trusted—shouldn’t be trusted.
	“You’ll be happy some day that you had these intimate times with your daughters,” she continued, standing at the doorway with her hands folded before her, “why don’t you get in the tub with them,” she added, further shocking him beyond belief., “that would make it special.”
	What was she saying!?  Ben was at a loss, the whole entire premise of acquiring the EMAD and going out trolling for young girls was to keep Ben from engaging immorally with his OWN girls!  Now his wife who had started it all was prompting him to take a bath with the girls after all!
	It didn’t make since! 

	Ben stood and stripped down to his boxer shorts.  As he began to enter the tub,
	“Take those off, too; how do you think the girls are going to feel if their Dad is wearing clothes and they are not!?”
	Ben stared at his wife as if she were another person entirely.
	“Don’t worry, seeing you naked is really nothing to worry about, it’s normal and it’s a new world these days.”
	Semi reluctantly Ben stepped out of his shorts and put one leg in the tub.  Before he could bring in the other leg, Amber reached up and closed her fingers around his erect penis.
	Ben shot his wife a look.
	She was of no help as she broke into a broad smile.  There was something mysterious in her eyes; she covered her mouth with one hand while the other hand was UP INSIDE HER DRESS fingering her swamp box!
	Amber looked at her mother and observed that her mother found that grabbing her Daddy’s manhood thing was funny.  The precocious seven year old began to tug on her new toy and her mother laughed even more.  Bonnie stood up and she tried to get a hold of her Daddy’s thing also making Ben very uncomfortable—but enjoying the illicit deed just the same…
	Leeann was finally able to gather herself and speak,
	“Oh honey, just act as if nothing is wrong,” she said trying to be helpful, “sit down and try to distract them from playing with it.”
	Ben sat down and brought his knees up which dislodged the little hands that had captured him. He hoped that Leeann had not noticed the erection that Amber’s hands had started, but she had noticed. 
	Again, Ben teetered on the very line of decency.  A part of him wanted his little girl(s) to grip his dick and whack it off.  The other part of him, the moralistically bound “fatherly” figure wanted him to chill, to get out of the bath and do something else.
	The swelling of his penis grew even more; harder and warmer.  Little Amber, Bonnie, and Caitlin were all eyes in awe.  Of course they had seen their Daddy nude, but never with a boner.   Amber and Bonnie began searching for their Daddy’s “toy”; they stared at the area below the water where they had last seen it.  
	When one or the other found his penis he enjoyed the feeling that flowed between his legs.  Leeann saw his expression, and his desire.  It was Bonnie who found her Daddy’s dong, she giggled with glee at the find and instinctively began masturbating it.

*

	Soon the water was not deep enough to cover him completely as the girls sloshed most of the bathwater out and Ben found himself slipping down.  The purple head of his cock emerged out of the water and stayed above the surface. 
	Leeann saw how well the girls loved their new toy.  And having the girls play with his cock was obviously turning him on.  Leeann, too, was turned on, her pussy sopping wet, tingling, pulsing blissfully with her fingers working her clit.
	Things progressed in the tub with the girls playing with their Daddy’s penis; they lost no time in pulling and poking at his cock; squeezing and masturbating him.  Leeann sat on the toilet and watched in awe at the unusual festivities; watching them stimulated a deep feeling of excitement that surged through her body as the girls pulled and prodded on their Daddy’s dong every conceivable way. 

	Soon, from his cock, began a copious flow of pre-cum. The girls saw the clear liquid ooze out and began milking the shaft to get more of the stuff to flow out and over the purple head.  Ben lay in agony; eyes fluttering, body trembling; cock throbbing (and cumming.)
	Amber’s fine nude body bounced all around as she playfully played with her Daddy’s dick; Ben couldn’t wait until she got pubes and or breasts!  She was going to be a hottie!  Every boy in her school would want to snag her.  Ben feared the worst for her, Bonnie and Caitlin, too.  There were severe determined perverts out there in the world who wanted such beautiful children for their own sick amusement.
	And Ben was one of them!
	At length as Ben slipped further down into the tub, his toes undoing the stopper allowing most of the bath water out, Amber positioned herself onto her Daddy’s chest.  This was somewhat normal, but usually they had clothes on—some clothes; underwear anyways.  Her bare butt was practically in his face.  (that was normal, too; the kids all had “sat” on their Daddy’s face, but they usually had pants on and most times underwear—most times.  (but during those “most times” was before the EMAD had rotted Ben’s mind and he did not think of his children in a perverted manner.))
	Bonnie and Caitlin lay on their bellies between their Daddy’s legs. Both girls had their hands around the stiff shaft working it into a furor. 

	“What’s it called, Daddy?” Bonnie asked.
	“It’s Daddy’s Little Man.” their mother replied.  Good answer.
	They waved it around and pulled on it; flopped it about in a playful manner trying to keep Amber from gripping it and gain control of it.  It was Caitlin who managed to playfully slap her sister Amber in the face with the slim covered organ. 
	Ben reacted by unleashing a orgasmic satisfying moan.  His cock pulsed and shot out a small squirt of liquid love.  Ben’s hands cupped his daughter’s ass—he was no longer in control of himself—he wanted his cock in Amber’s mouth!
	But it was a momentary thought; replaced by another even more vile thought (and action); Amber was positioned right on his chest, her sweet tender little seven year old ass wriggled before him—her pert clean unstained asshole right there for him to lick—gouge, taste, tongue, rim and enjoy like no father was supposed to.
	These vile thoughts only made his prick all the harder and more squirts shot from the Little Man’s opening.  The girls were in awe; Bonnie was drawn to the pulsing prick—natural instinct taking over drawing her into the naughty world of penis love.
	Amber had a holt of the great erection and while their stunned mother watched from the toilet in utter awe, Amber pressed the soft velvet covered head against Bonnie’s face!  Bonnie pulled the Little Man herself, gliding the slime coated “head” about her cheeks until her tongue slipped out and licked.
	Ben was ready to lose his mind.
	“Ohhhhhhh,” he exclaimed in a near whisper, “suck it, baby, suck it all!”
	Only his wife heard his plea, the girls were too busy absorbed by the Little Man, giggling, farting, and playing.  Ben was in agony.
	Soon, Amber wanted the Little Man against her face, too.  Then Caitlin wanted it, she wanted to taste the goo.  Bonnie wasn’t sure if she liked the milky substance or not.
	“It’s not pee is it, Mommy?” Amber asked.
	“No, sweetheart,” replied Leeann, “it’s better.”
	Ben was near to melting.  He caressed his daughter’s ass, eyes fluttering, cock cumming.  His lips were trembling and Leeann knew that he was moments away from completing his task of being an incestuous monster.

	Ben was having difficulty holding it together; his tongue  flickered nervously and somehow managed to keep from “tasting” his seven year old’s pooper.  Still, though, everything the girls did to him brought new sensations to his cock and he was hard pressed not to drive his tongue into Amber’s chute. 
	The girls didn’t do any one thing long enough to allow their Daddy to climax.  He was being suspended torturously on the verge of the most magnificent orgasm of his life. 
	Leeann slipped off the toilet and came to sit by the tub; reaching out her hand she began to caress Amber’s ass as Amber sucked on the head of her Daddy’s cock diddling her tongue gleefully in and about the piss slit.
	Bonnie and Caitlin got their turns, too; giggling, laughing, farting, and peeing all the while.  Amber held the cock tightly at the base wriggling her darling little ass right to her Daddy’s face—and awaiting tongue.
	Then Amber was “going down” on the Little Man, swallowing it whole.  Ben was out of his mind; there were just too many sin-sations to deal with; his eyes fluttered and he relaxed totally—save for his pulsing-throbbing cock.
	Leeann continued to caress her daughter’s ass, then up her backside to finally where she herself gripped the dick and masturbated it.  Ben’s eyes still fluttering stared into Amber’s cornhole and her gorgeous precious little cunt.
	Young Emily had had a gorgeous precious little cunt…
	 
	Just before ejaculation, the cock slipped out of Amber’s mouth, but was quickly gobbled up by the willing Bonnie.  Bonnie didn’t like the “taste” of the sperm or the skin of the flute per se, but was caught up in the moment and let it be just the same.  She retched and made icky faces like she did when having spinach or some other yucky food on her dinner plate.
	The Little Man being so big all three girls could place their little hands about the shaft, leaving jus the head exposed.  It was then that Leeann reached over and applied her special technique—running her tongue about the super sensitive crown, lapping the squirting juices and pressing her mouth to Amber’s.
	Amber’s butt wriggled and finally came to rest on her Daddy’s face—right ON her Daddy’s face.  Ben could take it no more and applied his tongue to his daughter’s hole.  Amber squealed and wriggled all the more.  Ben’s cock began shooting large squirts of cum.
	Ben heard his wife, “Get it all, girls, it’s good!”

	Ben looked into the vaginal opening of his seven year old. She was moving around quite actively as she played driving herself onto her Daddy’s nose.  Amber continued to wriggle and giggle, and fart.  Ben continued driving his tongue into her pooter hole neverminding the funk.

	Amber began to gyrate on her Daddy’s face with her most holy of holies coming right onto his flicking tongue.  She giggled greatly and began to concentrate on her actions—and her Daddy’s actions.  Bonnie and Caitlin were busy sucking off of the cum spew from the Little Man and from each other’s faces. 
	The sights and sounds in that little bathroom caused Leeann to swoon with sexual stimulation.  Amber was laughing as she felt her father lick her little pussy.  Bonnie grinned up at her Mom with a face glistening of Daddy spunk.  Daddy spunk, too, coated little four year old Caitlin’s face--dripping off her chin and nose.
	Soon it was time for one more to join in on the fun—in the tub itself.
	Leeann slipped out of her dress and stood butt bare assed naked.
	No big deal to Ben or the girls, they had seen her naked before.
	Bonnie sat up to make room as her Mommy eased into the tub.  She took Caitlin to her lap stretching out her legs along her naked naughty husband who was deeply involved in licking out his oldest daughter’s cunt.
	
	Amber remained steadfast on her Daddy’s face but sat up more straighter as her Mommy came into the tub; after holding Caitlin a moment, wiping the Little Man’s spit from her face, Leeann deposited the naked child off to one side and inched her way up onto Ben’s lap.
	Moments later and the Little Man was cave exploring…

	The Bonnie and Caitlin watched as their plaything disappeared into 
their mother where she peed.  They were in awe—but the giggles in them was still present so while fingering themselves and watching their Mommy going up and down on their Daddy’s Little Man, they giggled, peed, and farted.
	Leeann sighed a deep satisfying moan and her eyes closed as she let the sensation of Ben’s cock fill her body.  She shuddered all over, clenched her womanness and slid all the way down Ben’s  manhood.

	Ben finally regained himself, somewhat—but his view beyond Amber’s ass was near impossible.  Moving her ass was just as such, and with most of the water out of the tub and no fear of drowning, he slid down even more so and peeked up between his daughter’s legs and wife’s body.
	There locked in a blissful lip lock was his wife and young daughter.
	His wife he did not know!

	Leeann was close to having an orgasm. 
	Ben, too; he exploded into a fantastic rush of spasmatic almost unnatural orgasms.  The remaining water in the tub was splashed out and drained.  Bonnie and Caitlin watched in amused awe, giggling and patting their Mommie’s ass; Ben’s Little Man had popped out and squirted a mess onto Leeann’s ass.
	“Lick it clean, girls.” Leeann told them.
	Bonnie and Caitlin wasted no time and quickly began lapping up the cock juice.  The tub became filled with the moans and other sexual outbursts as the two adult lovers in the tub experienced a momentous shared orgasm.
 
	Bonnie began toying with her mother’s nipple while Amber began to look for her Daddy's Little Man (again.)  Caitlin took her turn occupying space on her Daddy’s chest, facing downwards.  Leeann stroked/cuddled her five year old daughter; the wet naked child was getting sleepy and “nursed” her Mommy like she always did.
	Ben’s mind was in a whirl; Leeann had let him lick out Amber’s cunt, but she was seven.  Would it matter if the four year old received same?  Was there a difference?  All three girls, including Caitlin, had sucked on his cock, licked up his cum—so what the diff if he licked out Caitlin!
	Of course, that was just one thin cunt hair away from jamming not his fingers or tongue into their virgin holes (the two virgin holes remaining that is) but his cock.  All three girls, though, were too young for vaginal busting by their Daddy’s dong—they would need breaking in.
	Breaking in?  What was he thinking!
	Hmmmm   He was thinking of Greg, Frank, and Paul—the three naked boys in the Wiccked basement!
	Leeann looked at the little hands of her daughter (Caitlin) expertly bringing Ben to another full erection.  Daughter Bonnie continued to  stimulate her nipples as she sucked on one and tweaked the other to full rigidity.  She could see her husband’s tongue driving wickedly into Caitlin’s little cunt—and he was enjoying it—immensely!

From the bath to the bed
	From frolicking in the bathtub to frolicking on the bed, the Wiccked family engaged in extreme family fun time.  Ben was beside himself with his mind still in a whirl.  Wife and mother Leeann seemed okay, there may have been some reservations but they weren’t serious enough to thwart the family togetherness.
	Leeann laid out on the great bed—naked.  Her hubby and three adorable girls nakedly about, too.  It wasn’t too unusual for the girls to be on their parents’ bed—even naked!  It was just a little unusual for both their parents to be there at the same time—also naked.
	Bonnie was still latched onto her mother, sucking happily onto a tit, little Caitlin had one of her own and while they suckled, they were fondled and fingered by their Mother (on the sly.)  Meanwhile, Ben fingered Amber.
	Amber was “Daddy’s” girl, they were “buds”; it was a natural as she was the First Born.  He loved all his girls equally as much as the other, but to Amber there was a scooch more.  
	The First Born was still obsessed with her Daddy’s “Little Man”; she wanted to see it “shoot the moon” again as her Mommy had explained that was what it had done in the bathtub.  Ben taught her the manner in which to get him “hard”—and with only a little encouragement from her Mother, she mostly willingly devoured the Little Man, gobbling him up with a full suck.
	Ben sat on the foot of the bed facing the head, daughter Amber sat between his legs slurping his cock, fondling his balls, squeezing his cock at the base—torturing him.  for further torture his wife sat nakedly against the headboard with daughters Bonnie and Caitlin sucking at her breasts!  It was more than a man could take.
	When the explosive moment was near to arrive Ben had a dilemma—to shoot his into her mouth, down her throat; or to smear his messy love on her pussy?  His desires were to ultimately shoot his messy love IN her pussy; mouth, pussy, and asshole—just like he had done to Emily…
	“Come up here, baby.” he cooed to his child.   Amber didn’t want to stop her “activities” but a gentle nudge from her Mother prompted her to do so.  Ben could see his wife’s fingers working Caitlin’s pussy from behind her, between the four year old’s legs.  The same was being done unto Bonnie as she lay up against her mother from the other side.
	Amber slid up onto her Daddy’s sweaty chest.  For a moment they embraced and for the first time, Ben pressed his mouth about the young girl’s mouth driving his tongue into her—just her mother did!

	It wasn’t long in cumming, Ben’s prick, hot sticky shots of ejaculate squirted in dramatic fashion coating Amber’s ass.  Ben diddled his fingers in the fresh spunk, lubing up his daughter’s young hole and crack and to her pussy, too.  The desire to fuck increased ten-fold.  He could only imagine how glorious it would be to stuff his prick into her cunt.
	He thought the same for Bonnie and Caitlin, too.
	They were five and four, though—too young—way to young for him to be fucking.  They were too young for him to be even THINKING of fucking them!  What was he thinking!
	He sighed and let his spillage anoint his child; his cock didn’t die out and so he grabbed it, worked it, and began rubbing the head of it up and down her pussy.  The desire within him seethed.

	The scene on the bed was beyond comprehension—for Ben anyways.  His mind just couldn’t grasp what he was seeing, and enjoying.  It was that “teetering” on the fine razor’s edge of morality; he knew that he had already succumbed to the wily wicked ways of the EMAD, and he supposed in some venture so had his wife.  But he had resolved not to follow the EMAD, to give it up, dismantle it, and throw down the sewer.
	But another part of him was saying “DON’T YOU DARE!”
	He enjoyed pussy, young hairless pussy; flat chested pretty girls; handsome young boys with no hair on their balls and no clue in their heads.  His desires were to rub his cock all over their fine naked bodies, gouge their ass cracks, probe their holes, and squirt gobs of his liquid gooey cum all over them.
	Then to spank them.  He wanted to feel the heat from their ass flesh as his hand and belt seared them.  He wanted to see them with their legs spread open wide and his cock driven into to its base.  He wanted to see them standing before him as he showered them with his pee.
	He was a monster.
	The Good side of him had no chance, none.  He professed to be a Man of God, but it was a façade.  He was a facsimile of a Man of God—he knew the words of God; could speak the words of Scripture; he could recite many passages, counsel those in need, direct those who needed “direction.”
	But it was his Dark Side that ruled him.  Illicit sexual desires of the flesh were too much to ignore—he was too weak to forgo them; not strong enough to turn his back and push away.  Readily he accepted his fate, he wallowed in it and when turned on—enjoyed every minute of it.

	Leeann lay out comfortably on the bed, naked, legs spread wide, propped up some on the pillows.  There was little light on, the bedside lamps turned “down”; it was way past the girls’ normal bedtime but it was okay, they were having “family time.”
	Amber munched on her Mommy’s cunt; Leeann frigged her swamp box trying to keep some composure as her little one licked and lapped the flowing juices from her Mommy’s juicy poon.  Sitting on her knees between her Mommy’s knees, she “presented” her ass to her father who was behind her askew.  He admired her bobbing ass, she was merely seven but in the years to cum, that ass would become very nice—along with her pussy.
	His cock soared at the thought of Amber’s pussy—how he wanted to slam his Daddy dong into her, screw her brains out and coat the insides of her little cunt with his love cream.
	Instead of his cock, though, he applied his finger.
	Bonnie and Caitlin were “down for the count”.  Naked, coated in cum, they lay sprawled on the bed fast asleep.  As Ben eased his finger into Amber’s tight hole, he caressed Caitlin who was nearest to him.  He couldn’t imagine what she would be like as she grew; to him, he wanted her to stay four years old forever!
	With his cock throbbing and lusting hungrily for “action”, he took the four year old’s hand and had her wrap her little fingers about it then proceeded to help her please him.
	Amber moved up her Mommy’s body; Ben watched as they “locked lips” and deeply kissed.  Then Amber was nuzzling against her Mommy’s body and went to sleep.  Ben moved Caitlin onto her backside, opened her legs and pressed his prick to her innocent slit.
	Leeann sat watching, she knew that the bastard wanted to fuck her.  Given the chance her husband would fuck all three of their girls.  She knew that she had to save them from that.
	Ben humped Caitlin’s cunt, stretching the skin as tight as possible, grinding his cock against her soft snatch until the moment came when he came.  A great shot of spunk spewed from his prick, squirting up the little girl’s nude body anointing her belly, chest, and face.  As the apex of his illicitness died down, his squirting cum came only in gobs pooling onto the child’s slit entrance.
	Ben sat back massaging his cock staring at the goo coating his child.
	“Better clean it off.” Leeann said.
	Although Ben had sucked on Keeven’s cock, he wasn’t too into slurping sperm—especially his.  Giving his somewhat domineering wife a look of all sternness, he nodded to her; conveying, “Come on.”

	Leeann hesitated a moment, not that she didn’t want to oibey her submissive hubby, but she didn’t want to rouse her sleeping daughter.  Eventually she did, gently moving her off to the side.  Then she moved to somewhat straddle her slumbering four year old and bend down to slurp up her husband’s spilled cream.
	Ben ran his hands through her hair, reaching under her to massage her dangling breasts.  He gave no thought to the fact that apparently—his wife and daughters were “lip lockers.”  How long had that been going on?  Amber seemed not to have a problem at all at sucking on her Mommy’s cunt, and all three girls graciously suckled their Mommy’s titties, too!
	With Caitlin’s little body cleaned of sperm, Leeann gobbled on her husband’s cock.  She failed in getting him hard again, but his mind was lost in thought.
	“It’s late,” she said sitting up fingering her cunt—which was still poised just above her daughter’s face, “time to put them to bed.”
	Ben agreed with a simple nod and scooped up Caitlin under one arm and Bonnie under the other—like he always did when they pooped out on similar occasions (but different!)
	After tucking them into their beds, Leeann snaked her hand about her lover’s erection:  “Still need a fix?” she asked coyly.
	Ben chortled and embraced his wife—maneuvering her from the kids’ beds to Bonnie’s dresser.  Once there the two kissed and all worries and frets relaxed.  Slyly Leeann glided her hubby’s erection into her cunt—near shuddering to the point of climax right off as the masterful cock entered her.
	Ben smiled—he knew he was a good lover and could never be replaced.  All the way into her slid his manhood; they kissed passionately and with great reverence.  Strangely, no thoughts to Shannon, Cheryl, Wendy, or even Emily—his cock was hard for his wife and that was all there was to it.
	They bumped and grinded for a minute before moving to the floor to grind there another minute.  Ben stretched his cock DEEP into Leeann’s cunt, thrusting as hard as he could to attain that elusive climatic level of bliss he so desired greatly.
	But he just could reach it.  His stamina took a hit and as his cock settled somewhat, relaxing, the surge of bliss lessoned too greatly.  He collapsed onto his wife; they kissed passionately and with Ben’s prick still in her—Leeann wrapped her legs about her mate and he began to re-fuck.

*

and then what happened?
	Gregory grunted, Frank moaned, Paul couldn’t speak as his mouth was filled with cock—manly cock.  Behind him the twelve year old white boy Gregory fucked his butt, his black butt.  Sucking him was the ten year old white boy, Frank. 
	All three boys performed their tasks as directed to them by the sadistic sick twisted white man.  They deduced (correctly) that the man was the husband of the woman.  They didn’t mind sex with her, that was ok; but sex with the man was disgusting.  And not only did they have to submit to the sexual wills of the man, but endure being spanked, too.
	Each boy sucked on Ben’s pud—for five minutes.  A full face fuck followed with the man slapping the face, trying to fuck them in the nose, then mostly grinding his cock against their face up against their eyes stretching his organ to the max and enduring an unyielding orgasm.
	After each boy had pleased his organ orally, and facially, they braced against the wall and bed to receive their spanking.  Each boy was whipped by a belt, lashed madly for a full five minutes.  Then, with Ben’s prick as hard as a rock he rammed himself up into the tortured boy’s asshole and humped madly.
	He didn’t cum in Greg’s ass, but did so in Frank’s.
	Young tender eight year old Paul wasn’t into receiving the white man’s cock—it had been enough to be fucked in the mouth but he was not at all into having to take dick up his ass.  But a good ass beating put the boy into a better perspective and he willing spread his cheeks as he lay wallowing on the fold stone floor.
	After the rash beatings and butt fuckings, the boys were urinated on.
	Following that the boys suckled one another and were strongly urged to PEE on each other.  Only Gregory was capable of unleashing a torrent of urine, he managed to coat both Frank and Paul.  
	The boys were secured via a leash about their neck, an electronic leash that if they moved out of their area they regretted it with incredible jolts of electricity from the collar about their neck.
	When Ben returned to the kitchen, Leeann stood nakedly there to greet him.
	“Get your fix?” she asked.
	“Not really.” he replied.
	He wanted a girl.
	A young girl.  A girl like Emily to fuck silly.

Boys Lie; the second cumming
	Claudia Koshi was a neat chick; she was tall, supper long silky dark hair, great tits, nice ass, thin build, and Chinese.  Her mother was Chinese, but she had an American Dad.  The Daddy was dead, though, and so the Mom was raising Claudia and her college freshman sister alone.
	Craig didn’t know much about Claudia’s sister, Sonja—just a few times he had met her—she was a college freshman at just eighteen; very bright and lived in a level way above everyone else—including her non-Straight-A sister, Claudia.  
	Claudia was a neat chick.  Craig liked her, and in a way, she liked him—but as a friend.  He helped her on a sociology test and that scored points.  Nothing serious, though, but they hung out more and she had a nice laugh.  It was thought, by Craig, that he might—just might “get some” some time from the dippy Chinese girl.  And if not willingly…
	All the girls Craig Matthews knew had some sort of EMAD training, had some sort of EMAD detector on their person, had some sort of Pervert Alert Deterrent in Whistles, Sprays, Ear Piercing Sirens, and sharp pointy objects.  And they knew how to use them, too.
	But so far he was having his way with Kristi, Maryanne, and Dawn.  Maryanne was mostly 99 percent willing.  She just need a little coercion to “loosen up” a bit and allow him to put the moves on her.  But she like-liked Craig so the coercion tactic was minimal.
	Earlier in the day while at a social gathering spot the teens all lived at as their second home Craig overheard Claudia stressing about the “crap in the garage” her Mom wanted moved.  Some things were too heavy and would need extra help.
	Craig volunteered himself as the “extra help.”
	Of course, he had an ulterior motive.
	OF COURSE!

	Being the sneaky boy he was and finding no one answering his hail at the front door, Craig slipped around the side of the great two-story home; ripping his shirt on the side gate and scrapping some skin in the process.  The Koshi home had a backyard pool, most homes in the Stonybrook area did-it was hot as hell in the Summer months!  
	No one was in the pool, though, as he thought.  The family car was in the drive, so they had to be home; Claudia’s bike was cast off in the front yard, so SHE was home, too.  With all the craziness going on in their world of late, maybe something had happened to them?

	Craig went into stealth mode and entered the house via the patio door—which was foolishly left unlocked.  He found all seemed well, neat and tidy—the kitchen was immaculate (so was living room, den, laundry room, and virtually every room in the two story home; the only room that would be cluttered would be Claudia’s room!)
	As Craig stood in the hall at the bottom of the stairs he caught a whiff of something “familiar.”  It took a moment to register, but what he was smelling was something his mind couldn’t fathom—it could identify the odor but not in the neat house Claudia’s mother kept.  
	Of course, with the family being Chinese it was possible that they were using some sort of aroma incense scent things for some Chinese ritual or something.
	Or something.
	Craig thought at first of announcing himself—then grabbed his cock and said, “why bother?” he held the EMAD in his hand and slowly made his way up the stairs.
	He wasn’t prepared for what he found…

*

	On a great bed of blue themed colorings Claudia sat with her legs folded underway leaning to one side.  Her sister, Sonja, sat close by with her legs straight out.  Their mother sat between them with her legs tucked under her.
	All three were naked.
	All three were stoned!
	Stoned?
	Yea, as in enjoying strong reefer; Maui Gold, Columbian, Jamaican Red, just to name a few (three.)  It was a family thing and Craig was awed.  Apparently, no one outside the family knew the Koshi family were stoners!  
	Then it was discovered that they were MORE than just family tokers.
	Craig saw to his amazement after much ado about toking on a joint each, Claudia and Sonja’s Mom, Louise, scooted down on the bed, opening her legs.  Craig nearly blew his wad right then and there—but he held off.  But his cock was hard pressed to maintain itself as Sonja sat up and Craig saw her with a cock!
	It wasn’t real, it was a fake cock—long and hard and attached to her right where her shaven cunt was with a belt around her waist and up between her legs.  Sonja was hot.  She had a great body.  So did sister Claudia, but Sonja was older, by four years.  

	Sonja positioned herself between her Mom’s legs and aptly guided in the fake dick.  Craig couldn’t believe what he was seeing!  Then, there was Claudia caressing Sonja’s ass!  And as Sonja slipped in the fake dick all the way in its eight or so inches, Claudia began spanking the older sib—hard!
	Sonja pumped as any guy would.  Her Mom languished in the ordeal, thrashing all about; twisting her body side to side.  She had great titties, the nipples were hard and the mounds were about the size of cantaloupes.
	Claudia spanked her sister’s flesh and then applied her tongue!
	Craig felt goo soiling his underwear.
	He wanted to bust in on them, spank them himself, and then fuck their incestuous brains out.  But he, too, wanted to see what ELSE they would do.  It was torturous to hold off, though—his cock demanded his attention but he feared giving himself away.
	As Sonja got into the “rhythm” of fucking her Mother, Claudia sat up and fingered herself, toked on a joint, fingered herself furiously, then picked up a ping pong ball paddle.  It was custom with a longer handle.  One side of the rounded paddle was smooth while the other had indentations, divots, bumps, and studs.
	Claudia reigned down the blows to her sister’s ass, striking her as hard as she could—repeatedly.  Sonja cried out but continued her fucking of her Mother.  Craig’s cock came without him.  Sonja’s ass turned tomato read and Claudia showed no signs of stopping.
	The next thing to happen was Sonja pulled away from her Mother after a few voracious moments of fucking her.  She sat back askew with her legs opened wide, the phallic exposed in all its cunt drippings of glory.  Claudia giggled, blushed some, then went “down” on the life-like cock.  It was an eight incher, thick, with viens, balls, circumcised crown.  Claudia made the cock disappear into her mouth like a pro.
	Meanwhile, her fresh fucked Mother began spanking her cocksucking daughter’s ass with her bare hand.  She was doing something else but Craig couldn’t see rightly.
	Claudia made incredible smacking sounds as she bobbed her head up and down; her long silky black hair flying all over—pasting itself to her fine nude sweaty body.  Sonja leaned back to where her back was off of the bed—that is to say her shoulders and half her back; then her arms came out to stretch and her fingers touching a great thick ornate Chinese rug.  With her head nearly touching the floor (rug) she locked eyes with the spying masturbating Craig.
	Before she freaked out she was zapped…

*

Of course!
	Of course, like Cam and Ben, (and August) the Spying was good but “involvement” was better.  And equipped with Narly Powers, might as well use ‘em if you got ‘em!  Of course!
	Uncovering truths was a neat thing, being a part of those truths was even better.  Kristy and Stacey uncovered the other’s truths—about their sexual involvement with little boys; Kristy with little Davy Hutchins (chptr 22) and Stacey with the Rodowskie triplets (same chapter.)
	After their admission to one another about their naughtiness, the girls bonded even more so.  One day they were in charge of young Zach Bandatyh.  He was five.  He was adorable and very-very cute—er, “handsome”, boys are handsome, girls are cute.  Anyways, they had been to the park and horsed around—with real horses, then came home.  Zach reeked of horsey and needed a bath before being returned to his mother.  So the girls easily got him to strip to the skin and together they bathed the youngster.
	It was oh so obvious to see that Kristy and Stacey were turned on.  They spent an inordinate amount of time fondling the boy’s cock, balls, and ass.  A “suggestion” came to them, ‘why don’t you take off your clothes and get in the tub with him?’
	But the suggestion was already being posed by both the girls (on their own.)  Grinning and blushing the girls slipped off their own clothing and eased into the tub.  Mack was pleased, very pleased.  He enjoyed greatly watching the two thirteen year olds ease out of their clothing—one article at a time S-L-O-W-L-Y.
	Once they were nude and just before putting their legs over into the tub, they were “paused.”  Little Zach was oblivious to what was going on and he had seen the girls nude before, AND had bathed with them, too—but one at a time, never together.  His Mom bathed him but it wasn’t clear if she toyed with his pee-pee as much as Kristy and Stacey did.
	Both girls had a nice ass.  Their breasts and body shape as a whole also were pleasing to the eye; great skin, well kept, supple and pleasing to the cock.  Little Zach was difficult to Mind Link with and it took a few precious minutes to do so; and even with that getting him to settle was another trick.
	Mack let him be, he played in the soapy water not minding the naked man outside the tub.  Mack caressed the girls, to each one he spent a few minutes adoring—with eyes, hands, and cock.  (mostly cock)

	Kristy’s asshole was NOT virginal.  Mack, though, had a difficult time trying to asses WHO had been up her hole.  It wasn’t Craig, it wasn’t any boy she babysat for.  No on the boyfriends she had had since she was a young girl.
	Step-father?
	No.
	Bio father?
	Nope.
	Mack was persistent, but so was his cock.  The Mind Questioning game would have to wait.  After much running his hands all over her lovely nude body; squeezing her titties, caressing her sides, ass, and fingering her cunt, he glided into her backdoor with his manly manhood.
	Kristy, bent over gripping the bathtub, grunted, groaned, and made a satisfying sound of “oh, yeah!”
	With that, Mack found out her truth…

	Not far away was a House of Sin.  Incest, incense, and incredible mind blowing sex.  The whole experience for Craig Matthews was mind blowing.  To find a friend of his smoking pot was one thing, finding her also into having sex with her Mother and Sister was beyond comprehension!
	And the sex was not just mutual masturbation, being naked with one another, fingering, pussy pounding—it was with an eight inch strap-on dildo!  To Craig, though—he was clueless on the merrymaking girls could do.  He had no idea that girls could/would frolic nakedly with one another, be extremely naughty, or even carry on sexually.  It just never crossed his mind.  To him, sex was just between OPPOSITE sexes, like it was supposed to be.
	Anyways, after subduing the Koshi family, Craig joined in on their festivities.  He had three choices, Claudia, Sonja, and their mother, Louise.  He had always had an eye for Claudia—he had seen her in her swimsuit and she was one fine ‘ho.  But then again, any girl in a swimsuit was a fine ‘ho.  It was just as good as seeing them in their panties!
	Sonja was nice, too; shorter than her younger sister, shorter hair, too.  But Craig liked her—but she hardly gave him any attention friendly or otherwise at all—she was kind of a snob.  Sonja Koshi was very intelligent—in the academic sense.  Not street smart or wise to the world.  She knew stuff that no one else knew (or cared to know.)  

	Louise.  The mother had a nice bod; a firm Chinese woman struggling thru some tough times raising two girls alone.  She had at least given Craig a friendly smile and a “hello” when he was over at the house.  Craig decided to give HER a friendly hello, too.
	In comparison, Craig’s cock size was smaller than the strap-on Sonja had on.  But he didn’t care and positioned himself onto Louise, sliding in his cock as masterfully as he could.  Her cunny was already moist and sopping wet; Craig’s bone made it all the better and despite being “under the influence of Craig’s EMAD” her eyes fluttered; she gripped his body, thrusted her hips to grind against his and began to undulate her entire body.
	Craig lay on her, pressing his fine teen bod against hers, coming up to whereas his teen year old schlong could grind against her clit.  Then he began to pump.
	Louise’s body pressed to his, their sweat melding and rivering; their hearts pounding in sync with every fiber of their being intensifying to cumulate into a horrific state of frenzy.  Mostly the frenzy was Craig’s while Louise’s was a little more subtle—she merely thought she was still being fucked by Sonja and her big dick!
	Was it two minutes, or three, or even four?  No, he didn’t think four minutes, he thought more or less that he had at least made it to the two-minute mark before unleashing his load.  He felt his cum squirting dramatically thru his shaft—the event was incredible and caused him to keep shooting with intense squirts.  Greatly he strained his cock as his young athletic body tensed up.  His back arched as he gave the final thrusts, his sweaty butt tightening to the max as great gobs of liquid goo blasted from his prong.
	The apex of his illicit love being met their was the inevitable plummeting.  He collapsed onto the woman and lay heaving as his prick (still in her) continued to enjoy the lasting moments of their love.
	But of course, there was Sonja and Claudia waiting, too…
 
The feeling of ahhhhhhh…
	Cum dripped down her legs.  His lips trembled.  Old familiar feelings of “having her” for his own merriment crept into his psyche.  ‘not now,’ he thought, ‘not yet.’  But she had potential, Kristy, her naughty friend Stacey, Dawn, Claudia, all of them.  All of them!  Of course!
	With Kristy’s pooper glistening in fresh man spunk, her sexual fire blazing but quelled to where her young teen mind was more vulnerable to Mack’s invading prowess—he found her truth.
	It was a truth she wanted to keep to herself—for good reason.

	It was one thing to be caught having sex with a girlfriend.
	It was one thing to be caught having sex with a young boy.
	It was quite another to be caught having sex with a dog.
	Yep, a doggie.
	Kristy Thomlin gave her asshole (and pussy!) to a friend’s dog.
	The friend was a cousin who lived across town.  The cousin was also into the dog—er, the dog was also into her.  Kristy found this out by spending time with the girl, Carrie.  The girls were already naughty and avid finger bangers.  They found illicit love together, went skinny dipping (with boys) and frolicked in the hay loft of the family barn.  Carrie lived on a farm you see, and well—naturally things just sort of happened—naturally!
	One day Kristy came over unexpectedly (unannounced) to vent her frustrations at her Mother’s gall at marrying the man she had only met months earlier.  Kristy didn’t like the man; he was probably alright, but Kristy didn’t like him anyways—he was replacing her Daddy and that just didn’t sit well with her.
	Anyways, Kristy found Carrie in the barn, in the loft, taking on Smokey, a 3 yr old  German Shepherd mix.  Kristy had planned on surprising her friend and was surprised herself!
	Carried wasn’t pissed or frightened—her own mother knew what was going on with her and Smoke; she regarded it as “ok” as in it was better than getting dicked by BOYS and then getting pregnant.  Having sex with a dog, at least, guaranteed that you weren’t going to be knocked up AND it gave you thrills just the same.
	Imagine!
	(of course, the Daddy didn’t think that way so Carrie was still surprised at being so busted.)
	anyways, afterwards, Carrie brought Cousin Kristy in on the fine art of spreading butt cheeks to take on a dog dick.  That only led to “spreading her legs” to take on dog dick—to her cunt.  Kristy liked it.  A lot!

	Mack was pleased.  He slapped his manly prick against the girl’s ass and put her name to his List of Keepers.  He wanted to pay a visit to her cousin’s farm, too…
	When Kristy’s dirt chute rim closed squeezing out the last bit of Mack’s cum, Mack’s cock was sufficient enough to poke up into Stacey’s pooper.  The girl was a little tighter than Kristy there, but Mack found her truths, too…
	She wasn’t into dog dick, but candle sticks.
	Candle sticks?
	Yea, candle sticks.  She loved shoving candle sticks of various sizes, into her shit hole.  She got off on it!  She loved dick in her pussy, sure—little dick, but a candle stick in her ass was great!
	But that was not all—noooooooo
	Naughty Stacey was curious about HORSES, too!  Just curious, she had heard about girls sucking off horses AND taking horse dick into their assholes.  Stacey was appalled—on the outside, but secretly inside she just wondered what horse cum would taste like?  What would a big ole horsey dick taste like—feel like in cramming its way into her pooer?
	It made her pussy quiver and Mack easily slid himself in.

	The girls stared at one another for a moment or two as they nestled fore and aft of little Zach.  Their young teen minds were filled with strange thoughts that neither could decipher enough to make sense of.  They only knew that they were horny—really-really horny.  Really.
	It wasn’t enough that they were naked with one another AND naked in the bathtub of a six old boy.  Both wanted more.  But with no “more” to be had (that they knew of) they settled for enjoy Zach.  And Zach was happy to play along—he got to suckle titty and be sucked on.  As he suckled on Kristy’s nicely rounded titties before him, behind him the naughty Stacey fondled his balls from between his legs, kissed his soapy butt and licked his hole!
	Then, he was stood and sucked on himself—both girls nearly fighting over who was to be first at servicing him.
	‘now, now girls,’ cooed the Voice, ‘lets not fight—plenty of cock to go around.’ As Kristy swallowed Zachary’s cock, Stacey gobbled down on Mack’s cock.  In her young teen mind there was implanted the thought that she was swallowing horse dong…

family love
	He couldn’t move—not even an axe murder came thru the door.  He lay off to one side of Claudia’s mother, his cock experiencing both Pleasure and something close to pain.  It wasn’t really pain, per se, but something close—and it was more than simple “discomfort.”
	The level of “discomfort” did subside; enough for him to contemplate seriously screwing Sonja and Claudia.  But the fuck he had had with their mother was intense—there were no words to express—it was a fucking fantastic fuck!

	Louise lay panting, sweating.  She had two more holes for him to fill!  But there was no way, not at the moment.  He’d consider it later, later after he had boffed her daughters!  He moved onto Sonja, admiring her lovely nude body, drinking in her eighteen year old breasts.  She had great nipples, perfectly shaped round breasts that sagged just a little.  There was very little fur on her poon, very little.  Claudia had none!  Their mother had some, some, but like Sonja, very little.
	Craig took some time to lick on Sonja’s cunt, suckle her breasts, and give his aching cock time to recover.  Sonja lay out on the bed with part of her body hanging off again—like she had when she had “saw” him.  Pulling her bod up with her legs about his waist his cock nestled against her ass in a semi-flaccid manner.  The girl’s titties were a big draw to him; followed closely by her pussy, ass, and then her face and rest of body.

Shut up and fuck
	The thoughts of having a horse cock slamming into her mouth, spewing its cum greatly enthused both teen girls wallowing on the floor.  They were quite a mess with their sexual frivolity; their young naked bodies coated in sex sweat as after they had sucked the life out of their young charge, Zachary, they proceeded to do likewise to themselves!
	Stacey loved cunt munching, and Kristy loved having her cunt munched!  And the two loved munching cunt of each other—and at the same time!  Engaging in a sixty-niner was fantastic (and they didn’t even know it was a position or had an assigned number!)
	Zachary continued to play, wandering nakedly about the bathroom oblivious to his sitters being naughty (he was sheltered, naïve, and slightly mentally challenged…)  Kristy lay on her back while Stacey lay on her.  Both teen girls hungrily noshed twat; nipping the swollen lips and driving their tongues as far as possible into the crevice of the other’s sex.
	There was much ado about spanking—mostly Kristy smacking Stacey’s ass as it was just above her and better angle.  She engulfed all over her friend’s cunt seriously driving her tongue into the girl’s sex.  In doing so the action ignited a massive fire inside her—coupled with what Stacey was doing likewise to her, too.
	Munch!  Munch!  Munch!
	Slurp!  Smack!  Nip!
	The girls began to thrash about with Kristy entering into the early stages of having a tremendous orgasm.  Stacey was just getting off on the whole thang—sex with Zachary, being spanked, her pussy eaten out, and as naughty possible without an animal or candle involved…

Bang ‘em once, bang ‘em twice, bang ‘em thrice
	but bang ‘em four times is twice as nice!

	For future reference, one girl (woman) at a time—he’s cock just couldn’t take three at a time.  That was Nine Holes!  Nine!  He was wore out playing the back nine at golf!  Stuffing his schlong into Nine fuckable oh so fuckable holes was something else!  But it was a goal, he WAS going to fuck their holes, maybe not fill them with his love juice, but he was going to stuff them and hump for as long as he could.
	By the time Craig got to Claudia (finally) his cock was well worn out, but there was determination in Craig, he WAS going to fuck Claudia and fuck her well!
	It had only been a couple minutes since he had pulled out of Sonja’s asshole—he had had her legs up along his chest, her head and shoulders off the bed and his cock rammed DEEP into her asshole fucking madly to achieve an elusive goal.  There was barely any life to his prong and the thought of having to ditch his plan of scoring with three babes in one afternoon waned.
	He took to licking and sucking on Claudia’s titties, squeezing the nipples and going down to finger her pussy.  He did wish that she would be a little “live”, the zombie mode was okay (and necessary) but he would be more enthused if she were more “active.”
	His cock languished, dripping cum onto the bed.  Sonja lay on her side, her pussy and asshole COATED in his love juices; her mother lay on her back still nestled up against the pillows, eyes closed and in a deep stone induced sleep—aided by a little electronic action of an EMAD.  
	There was very little life left in his cock, even with laying right up against the tall nude thirteen year old, even with fingering her pussy, tweaking her nipples, and thinking of all sorts of naughty-naughty thoughts about her.  Slowly he rolled onto her and began kissing her, placing his semi hard/flaccid cock against her hairless cunt and humping.  
	Claudia made some movements, mostly she peed.  Craig’s cock refused to stiffen, so he humped it against her cunny, scrunching right up between her pussy lips, pressing his balls against her taint.  The girl’s nipples stiffened—they were even harder than his dick!
	The warmth of Claudia’s urine was unusual to Craig, he was a little grossed out by it but it passed and soon his cock WAS stiff enough.  It ached, throbbed, pulsed, and tingled with a unique sensation that was both pleasurable as well as agonizing.  

	But into Claudia’s cunt he went, his mouth over hers, his hands squeezing her breasts as hard as he could as he strove greatly to get harder still and achieve orgasm.  Claudia made noises and moved her arms and legs; she began to hump back into him and Craig was enthused.

Bathroom delights
	Mack was “enthused” as well—after Kristy and Stacey had brought the other to climax, Mack was ready for them himself.  He wasn’t just in it for the spying stuff.  Little Zachary was cute to him, too…
	But it was Stacey firstly, with his Narly Powers he easily got the girl position herself with hands braced to the bathtub, her legs straddling Kristy who still lay on the floor.  Mack went to his knees placing his face into Stacey’s ass crack.  She was wet and excited, in her mind she DID want to taste horse dick!  
	Though he didn’t have a “horse” dick, his cock was pleasing enough and gently he glided it into the girl’s sex—this after a few enjoyable minutes of licking her crack, kissing, it, placing hickies on each cheek, and diddling her funk hole.  But it was her pussy that was most delightful.  She was not a virgin, no boys her age, but she enjoyed the likes of young Ralph and Davy, and another boy named, Jack, and even one more!  She was afraid of pregnancy and knew that even if a boy who could cum wrapped his weeny it was not one hundred percent a guarantee.  
	And besides, young boys weren’t all about just “cumming” or getting their rocks off; young boys took their time, giggling all the while and enjoying what they were conscripted into doing w/o the hang-ups teenage boys had.
	Mack saw that Kristy DID want to have sex with Craig, and another boy named Luca, and another boy who was a high school sophomore but a friend just the same.  Those thoughts and images made the girl very “wet” and horny and Mack found himself deeply entranced in the art of screwing the girl’s brains out.
	Little Zach drank water out of the toilet.
	Stacey lay on her back and thrilled Mack just with her nudeness.  He knew in his mind that he would have her to his collection.  He needed to start a new collection but thought he would let a couple of days go by at least before he started that shit again.
	After filling Kristy with his special love, he sat back to admire her ass.  His love juices dripped from her cunt, down her legs.  She was good for a thirteen year old, just right.  Girls sixteen and such were “good”, too, but he preferred the younger ones, preteens and such.

	For Stacey’s turn there was a fair amount of licking out her cunny; like his cunterpart, his cock was shagged out and needed a little rest and adverse stimulation.  Licking out the thirteen year old’s sweet delectable cunny was just the thing.  A nice trim job to her snatch, her pussy was clean smelling, fresh.  It was virtually no different than any other girl’s pussy but he viewed each poon differently just the same.
	From her cunt to her belly then up to her breasts where he took time with each one; kneading one while sucking on the other.  Meanwhile, his cock flourished against her cunt, growing stiffer and stiffer as the minutes ticked by.  Soon his cock was stiff enough to make vaginal entry on its own!
	Little Zach sat in the corner of the bathroom talking to the toilet plunger…

*

	With his fulfillment of fulfilling the Koshi family complete he moved on well satisfied.  He walked funny and didn’t think that he could fuck anymore.  But he was wrong.  His next stop was unintentional, but it was on his way home from the Koshi Experience.  His cock had just barely stopped tingling (but still ached terribly.)
	Along his route back home to shower, soak in the tub, and contemplate what he had done and what he was GOING to do, he came to the house of Mallory Ramsey.  She was an associate member of Kristy and the other girls who had formed a babysitters gang, a business sort of.  She was twelve, but damned cute, damned cute.
	He saw young Mallory as she was busy sweeping the garage floor of her home.  The family car was gone so the Daddy of Mallory was at work.  That left Mallory as the only person home—there was no Mommy.  She was twelve and capable of taking care of herself, but of course—in the days of the wicked EMAD, no one of any age of any sex should be left alone or unattended.
	But Mallory had the latest gadgets and gizmos to detect any use of an EMAD in her vicinity.  And the use of an EMAD had quieted down some, too; the neighborhoods themselves had EMAD detectors and preventors on the light post, stop signs, and mailboxes.  There were roving patrols of EMAD detecting personnel, derived from the local constabularies and precincts.  All were good and did an admirable job.
	But there were still incidences of home invasions; for robbery sake, out and out murder and mayhem, drug deals gone wrong, out and out kidnapping, and the EMAD was still in use despite all efforts to stop it.

	It was still better to play it safe, and besides—his cock hadn’t fully recovered from the day’s events anyways.  So he said Hi and chatted a few minutes, then made himself scarce.  He DID want to bone her, she was pretty, kinda on the plain side but had a nice bod just the same.  A nice round face with some freckles, short curly brown hair, amazing brown eyes—he wondered about her other “amazing brown eye”…  
	All the way to his home he thought of screwing the twelve year old.  He passed other girls he knew and didn’t know and thought of doing them, too.  Each girl he passed whether he knew them or not he said Hi to.  He had charm, natural charm and everyone liked him—even some boys!  (more on that later…)
	Once home he quickly showered, jacked off in the shower and thought nothing else other than screwing Mallory’s brains out.  And spanking her, with his hand and cock!  Then showering her with his cum and pee.  Then fucking her three holes until she was “full.”  And then…  oh, you get the picture…

	The following day and he was back.  Driven by dire determination he couldn’t be stopped.  It was a conquest he just had to fulfill.  He found Mallory home alone.  He found Mallory in her room.  He found Mallory on her bed, naked, engaged in sex with her teddy bear.
	Teddy bear?
	Sex?
	Yep.
	The teddy bear was a mid size plushed toy thing, brown nappy fur, with a blue bib-like shirt, brown eyes, a strap-on dildo, a yellow scarf around its neck, jingle bells in its ears…
	Strap-on dildo?
	Oh…
	It wasn’t like the fake cock the Sonja had had on; it was smaller in size and dimension but had a life-like head/crown and that and two inches of the five incher was buried into Mallory’s cunt.  
	The girl was getting off on “getting off.”  She was damned pretty butt bare assed naked, damned pretty.  Her small breasts though small were delightful (to the eye) and the slinking Craig definitely knew he was going to spill his seed onto them.
	With her hands clamped tightly to Mr. Bear, Mallory Ramsey push and pulled herself into a sexual frenzy.  She was just right for the dinking (mind dinking).
	Suddenly, though, Craig was aware that he was no longer alone…