August Moone Sagas
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 26
Engaging Grunts

Memo to All Employees:

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We are trying to give our employees more S.H.I.T. than anyone else.  If you feel that you do not receive your share of S.H.I.T., please see your supervisor.  You will be immediately placed at the top of the S.H.I.T. list, and our supervisors are especially skilled at seeing you get all the S.H.I.T. you can handle.

Employees who don't take their S.H.I.T. seriously will be placed in DEPARTMENTAL EMPLOYEE EVALUATION PROGRAMS
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Those who fail to take D.E.E.P. S.H.I.T seriously will have to go to EMPLOYEE ATTITUDE TRAINING (E.A.T.S.H.I.T.).

Since our supervisors took S.H.I.T before they were promoted, they don't have to take S.H.I.T anymore, and are all full of S.H.I.T. already.

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Ah, the pause that refreshes
	He stood in some fear and great trepidation; he wasn’t alone.  His attention distracted from the naked masturbating Mallory.  This was not good.  His cock surged, though; his balls tingled; but his asshole tightened up with the fear—some one else was in the house!
	With extreme stealth (and fear) Craig eased into the hall linen closet.  Suffice it to say, there wasn’t a whole hell of a lot a room but fear will make the fattest person skinnier than a rail.  He held his breath and waited.
	A shadow passed out in the hall—the linen closet’s doors had those “slats” and the slinking-in-fear Craig could see a “form.”  Continuing to hold his breath he risked giving himself away by peering thru the narrow slats.  At the end of the hall where it emptied into Mallory’s bedroom stood a form, a man.  The hallway had two feet of “wall” flanking the bedroom door and why on Earth the girl hadn’t CLOSED said door was not known.  But she did and she was still deeply engrossed in getting dicked by her teddy bear.
	The man hugged himself up against the wall, allowing Craig to see him pull his pud out and “pull” it.  There was no room, absolutely no room for Craig to move about, he was scrunched up as it was and unable to see WHO the man was.  
	It obviously was, though, someone who had a key to the house and/or belonged there.  That only meant one person Craig could think of—Mallory’s Dad, of course!
	Mallory’s Dad, Raymond, wasn’t her bio-dad, but a step-dad.  He was cool and had known Mallory most of her life.  Craig knew him to be okay, sometimes “strict” but that was kind of typical.  He wasn’t an asshole, jerk, or buffoon; he was kinda ok but wary of boys and strangers Mallory hung out with.
	The man pulled and pulled on his pud, spying on his naughty step-daughter.  On the bed, naked Mallory was getting off.  She clutched her equally naked teddy bear, squeezing its butt as she jammed/rammed his “cock” into her cunt.  The bed seriously began to squeak as the naked pre-teen bounced about as she was “laid.”
	Then there was the shudder as the girl began to cum.  Like a boy did when he was in orgasm mode, Mallory shuddered all over, strained and tightened her body as she reached the apex of her blissful ah.  She made mutterings atypical of sexual achievement and lay in an aura of peace; still clutching the bear with the dildo in her swamp box.

	Raymond Ramsey had cum, too; his spillage had spilled onto the brown rug and he didn’t care.  He watched as his daughter relaxed on her bed, pulled the bear w/cock out of her and lay with her legs spread wide open!  It was almost more than either her Daddy or the slinking Craig could stand.
	Mallory continued to cool down—all the while fingering her cunt, sucking on her fingers, then sucking on the cock of Mr. Bear!  Raymond nearly melted as he saw how “expertly” his daughter worked the bear’s cock.  She sucked it all, tantalized the crown and drove both spies into a furor unknown.
	Craig didn’t know what to do—he knew what he WANTED to do (fuck Mallory’s brains out) but what about her Dad?  Well, he knew that the man probably would like to do that, too.  Craig fretted and wondered.  Could he give himself away?  Should he?  Would it piss the man off?  Craig really didn’t know the man that well only a few times they had actually met.
	Raymond slid his back against the wall and moved down the hall out of sight and sound.  Mallory had sat up on her bed, coughed, and made some other sounds Craig didn’t know.  She removed the dildo from Mr. Bear and placed it somewhere out of sight—Craig’s sight.  The bear was placed on her bed—did it had a smile on its sewn lips?
	Then, naked still, Mallory went into the hall bathroom to shower.
	Craig held fast—where had her Daddy gone?

*

Fuck and cum
	Noises from the garage told Craig Mallory’s Pop was in the garage.  Craig took a chance and moved back into the hallway.  He took another chance as he heard the shower cut off and the sliding door open.  His cock yearned, his balls swelled.  Licking his lips (that desired to lick Mallory’s (cunt) lips he pegged the EMAD (which pegged Mallory.)
	Mallory though merely twelve had a nice body, a damn fine nice body.  Sure, the other girls—Kristy, Claudia, Dawn, Stacey—they all had nice bods, too; but there was something about Mallory.  Maybe it was because of her age?  Maybe it was because she was nude?  Maybe it was because he had seen her getting off with her teddy bear?

	Standing in front of her he firstly took a moment to adore her nudeness.  Her breasts were small—small apples, but nice just the same; more than a handful was a waste.  She had good body, her hair was flattened out, she had a fantastic smile, great attitude, and was a naughty-naughty girl.  He couldn’t hold back any further and embraced the girl, holding her tightly to him, caressing her bare backside and squeezing her ass.
	The desire to fuck her brains out right then and there was great, very great—but the fear of being caught by her Daddy swelled within him, too.  Despite the fact that the Daddy had jacked off to his naughty daughter, he was still her classified as her “Daddy” and Craig was equipped with an illegal to posses EMAD.
	So a quick feel-job followed by getting the girl down on the floor and a quick in-the-cunt insertion.  His fuck was brief, a few sturdy pumps and he was cumming.  He no longer gave a shit if her Daddy came in on him, all he wanted to do was fuck and cum.

	The “fuck” part was ok, but he couldn’t cum.
	He couldn’t cum!
	He tried and tried (and the trying was okay) but just as he would reach the plateau where he usually shot his wad, his stamina ebbed and he would have to start al over again.  Nothing wrong with that, ‘ceptin’ there was that fear of being busted annoying him.
	Mallory’s breasts jiggled as he fucked her, her nipples stood out and for twelve she was damn cute.  Many girls her age and even younger were “cute”.  Craig found favor (sexual) in many girls he knew; young girls Kristy and her friends babysat for.
	The imagery of those young girls gave cause for Craig to finally achieve his goal and a massive wad of amazing cum juice squirted DEEP into Mallory’s cunt.  Grinding his cock up against the girl’s clit stimulated Mallory, too; she began to thrash about wildly and it only intensified Craig.
	Afterwards there was the incredible need to “pee.”  So he did, with his cock still partially in Mallory’s cunt he let loose a flurry of his whiz, mixing with his jiz.  The pee was almost as good as the fuck.  Almost.  He lay on the girl, exhausted, sucking on her titties, filling her cunt with his urine and sperm.  He wanted to fuck her again.	
	But he had that same sentiment about Claudia, her sister AND mother; Kristy, Dawn, Stacey, and whoever else might cross his path!  He suckled on one titty, kneaded the other, and humped her soiled snatch.

*

Desires
	There was no plan.  There was desire, but no initial plan.  Whatever happened would have to happen and fall into place on its own.  That was Craig’s thoughts—but he had no actual idea how they would come to be.  Once “done” with Mallory, he wiped down her pussy (and strongly desired to shag her again) then stood her up.  He wondered curiously about the snugness of her asshole…
	There was no time and so he left her, slinking quickly thru her parents’ bedroom and out the patio door.  Trying to be as nonchalant as possible he made his way across the back lawn to the back gate.  It was locked but there was a hidden key not so well hidden but inaccessible to someone from behind the high wooden fence.  Then, once in the alley he leaned against the ivy covered wall and breathed.  But desires swam thru him, his nads and mind and especially his cock.  A million thoughts rushed thru his mind; plans of operations, notions and ideas.  
	Shaking his head to clear it he moved on.

	Raymond Ramsey seemingly just moved boxes of stuff from one side of the open garage to the other.  Craig paused and had two options—move the fuck on, go home and beat off in the shower; or go up and introduce himself.
	“Hiya” Raymond said, “You’re Craig, aren’t you?”
	Craig noted that he was and seeing as how Craig seemed kinda curious about what the fuck was going on, 
	“Wife’s got the bug to donate this crap to the church charity thing.”
	Ah.
	“Need some help?” Craig offered.
	“Sure.”
	Craig found that Ray was actually okay, very okay.  There was sorting to do, crap to keep and crap to give away.  Some crap Ray was stealing away, hiding from his wife who constantly tried to “give” the hidden crap away.
	With the sorting done the boxes set to be given away were toted out to the curb to be picked up later buy church whoevers.  Pausing at the end of the drive wiping their brows a girl in a pink helmet, pink top, pink shorts, green bicycle rode by.  Her pink shorts were “short”.  Her pink top “tight.”  Her pink helmet obscuring her vision and made her wobble as she rode her bike and near BREAK necking speed.

	Both Craig and Ray stole long lusting looks at her, then noticed each other doing so and got embarrassed over it.  Both popped raging boners—mostly due in part that the girl was cute, had a tight top, short shorts, and was biking alone.  And also the image of the naked Mallory doing naughty with her bear still reigned supreme in their minds.
	The girl rode bike oblivious to the two as she was scared and not so certain of her biking abilities.
	“Damn.” Ray said aloud unknowingly.
	Craig gulped and gouged the heel of his hand to his stiffening erection.  Both shook their heads and watched the girl travel out across the street and then down the opposite sidewalk.  Craig saw Raymond licking his lips and looking to the girl as she went onto the next block.
	“Uh, listen, I-I got some stuff in the backyard I need to move,” Ray said interrupting Craig’s nasty thoughts, “could you give me a hand?” Craig nodded that he would and was promised soda and a pizza afterwards.
	‘and what about boffing your daughter, can I do that, too?’

	More stuff for the charity collection—but the new stuff was really crap.  Craig said nothing but Ray knew it.  He sighed and shrugged, “trash.”  The trash cans were in the alley their own personal wooden cubicle space.  Grabbing an armload of this and a handful of that the two carried out “crap” and made the deposit.
	“Hey!” Craig nudged Ray.  
	The man looked and lo and behold who was that coming down the alley!?  (Pinkie!)
	She looked all a fright as the bike she rode continued to wobble.  Again, she passed by the two without noticing them.  Again, Craig gouged his cock, Raymond licked his lips.
	“She shouldn’t be out by herself.” Ray said.
	“Yeah,” almost chortled Craig, “someone with an EMAD could snag her.”
	Ray leaned against his fence, also gouging the heel of his hand to his cock, watching her as she crossed (without looking) the crossstreet entering into the next adjoining alleyway.  
	“Damn cute she is.” Raymond blurted out loud, apparently forgetting he wasn’t standing in the alley alone.
	“Yeah,” Craig said, “and anyone with an EMAD could sure have some fun with her.” 
	Raymond said nothing but rubbed his cock harder and seemed to be in agony.

	Suddenly the girl in pink was sighted coming back.
	Raymond let out a moan.  Craig contemplated.
	Pinkie fell off her bike.

	Ray and Craig rushed to the girl’s aid as she lay whimpering; she had no elbow pads and had scraped them the most; then her knees.  The fall itself hadn’t done her none too good, either.  Standing the girl up Raymond gave her the fatherly once over, brushed off the gravel from her butt and then gave her the lustful once over.
	Craig bit his lip, sweated, felt his cock squeezing out some bits of cum.  The little girl, all of about ten, was still oblivious as to what was going on—only that she fell.
	“Why don’t we take her inside,” suggested a nervous Craig, “an-and clean her up.”
	Ray thought that that was a good suggestion and carried the child into his backyard.  Craig grabbed the girl’s bike and brought it into the backyard, stowing it behind the garden shed—hiding it behind more crap so as it was unseen.
	Just inside the patio area Raymond paused then went into the small shed attached to the garage.  It was a private shed once deemed to be something of a poolshed—but with no pool ever constructed the poolshed became a toolshed and a place to hide when the need arose.
	And such a need had arose.

The Doctor is IN
	Raymond continued brushing the girl off and as Craig came in,
	“Shut the door.” 
	Craig shut the door behind him and wondered “where was Mallory?”
	‘probably on her bed getting laid by her bear!’
	The little girl continued to wail but not loudly, she was a cutey—despite her tears and road (alley) rash.  Raymond fetched the First Aid kit from the wall and got out a spray to somewhat soothe the child’s numerous hurtie-owies.  Craig squatted before her, holding her hands as she whimpered and continued to be doctored.
	When all the “doctoring” was done, there was more.
	Raymond squatted behind her running his hands up and down her young body.  Her helmet had been removed to reveal very curly blond hair pasted to her head by her sweat.  A single pony tail that was small and had “extra” curl to it was tacked to the back of her sweet head by a pink braid.

	There were EMAD detectors on the girl’s clothing, Raymond removed them and then daringly raised her shirt—just checking her body for more signs of trauma.  Craig held himself back form pulling her pink shorts down—to check for signs of trauma.
	It was very clear to Craig that Raymond Ramsey was in agony, sexual agony of heightened desire.  His neck and whole of head trembled, the desire was incredible in the man and Craig had the solution.
	“I-I know what we can do,” said Craig nervously.
	Raymond looked to him with a bit of a glare for interrupting his lustful pursuits.
	“Well, I-I mean, I-I got one.”
	“One?  Got one what?”
	Craig held his breath, licked his lips and nervously produced the EMAD.

	For as many as two or three minutes Raymond stared at the gadget.
	“You’re not supposed to have that!” the man said at last.
	“I-I know.” Craig replied.
	“Does it work?”
	Craig offered a slight smile to convey the obvious.
	Ray conveyed both puzzlement and unsuredness.
	“Show me.”
	Craig paused a moment then activated the illegal device.

	Her name was Amanda and she had pink panties on, too.
	With the girl under the influence of the Device, and Raymond in shock, Craig finished lifting off the child’s pink flowery teeshirt and then her off-pink training bra.  Slowly he pulled down her pink knit shorts and he thought he himself and Raymond were going to blow their wads right then and there—the girl had a very nice butt and even better clad merely in her panties.  Both let out satisfying moans.
	With her pink panties at her ankles the two horndogs took long moments to stare at the child’s nudity.  Raymond was amazed at the Device, but didn’t ask any questions—like ‘How did you get it?’ or anything of the like—he was just glad that he (Craig) had.
	“And she wont know anything, after?” Raymond inquired—the “after” was a bit elusive.  “After” what?  After having her undressed, after having her brains fucked out?
	Craig smiled and shook his head, “Nope, not a thing!” he declared with a beaming smile.

	“You’ve used it already?”
	“Uh, yeah, yeah, sorta.” A slight change in his beaming glee.
	Raymond, though, didn’t pry as to “who” and Craig was glad of that.
	With trembling hands he caressed the girl’s sides.  He let out another moan of satisfaction, then turned the girl around so as he could see her naked poon.  Craig took his turn to stare at the girl’s butt.
	“Uh, shouldn’t we go inside (the house) or something?” he asked just offhandedly-innocently.
	“Cant,” replied Raymond, “Mallory’s home.”
	Craig looked to Ray, “Oh yeah?” as if conveying, ‘uh, we can kill (fuck) two birds with one stone (Device).’
	Raymond conveyed that he was “thinking it over.”
	But Amanda was in their midst and took precedence first.
	That was cool with Craig.  He sat up on his knees and whipped out his dick.  It was hard and sticky and ready to fuck.  Raymond sat back eyeing both Amanda’s bald beaver and Craig’s actions.
	Up and down Amanda’s ass went Craig’s cock, Raymond was still in somewhat of a disbelief—he repeated his earlier question: ‘and she wont know anything that happened?’
	To wit Craig smiled and nodded, “not a damn thing.”

	The little girl though ten wasn’t a virgin.  Raymond saw that, said it, and had to explain it to the unknowing Craig.  
	“See her pussy lips,” Raymond said smoothing his fingers about the girl’s delicate poon, “normally they should be smooth and not like this.” Amanda was not a “slut” but she was getting dicked.  There were no significant “tears” to her cunny so the dicking was occasional and probably done by a “small” dick.
	“Maybe a brother, cousin, or something.” Raymond surmised.  There were many possibilities.  His fingers moved delicately about the child’s cunt, parting the “lips” and running his fingers into the entrance.  No sign whatsoever from the youngster, Raymond’s agony increased and soon he couldn’t take it no more.
	Laying down with his pants and underwear down he pulled the naked Amanda onto him.  Craig watched in awesome awe as somewhat gently and somewhat determinately Mr. Ramsey made vaginal entry into the girl.  As the head of his cock entered her he let out a very satisfying moan.  Craig did, too.  He smoothed his hand onto Amanda’s ass, parted her cheek and then helped steady her so as Raymond could make the proper insertion.

	There was some reaction from the girl as she was penetration, a little whine.   Craig smacked her butt but not for disciplinary reasons—his level of horniness was increasing, as well.
	Raymond’s cock was a man cock, it was long and thick and just barely the head could enter Amanda’s poon.  He held her hips, squeezing her ass as he moved her up and down; his cock popping out of her young crevice now and then so he laid her onto his pulsing prong pushing the girl up and down his shaft.
	Raymond tried repeatedly to make better vaginal insertion.  Craig sat back hammering his cock and slightly wondering still about Mallory.  Amanda began to whine more as Raymond’s mighty cock made more stern efforts at penetration.
	“She needs more broken in.” Raymond said pulling the head of his dick out and settling on having her simply hump his cock against her cunt until he got off.  Craig wondered what he meant.  Ray pulled the girl’s cheeks open and Craig knew he wanted to try and getting into her asshole…

*

	With neither hornydog desiring to be a “monster” and “break-in”little Amanda, she was washed up/off, dressed, and returned to where she had a better view of where she belonged—escorted to the block where she should be riding her bike and not beyond.  She was leaned against a light post and the two naughty-naughty men scurried back to their own block (alley) and Craig “released” her.
	She tumbled.  She freaked out some, vomited, then began screaming.
	Her screams (of terror) brought neighbors who merely thought her screams were of her terror from falling.  It wasn’t known if Amanda knew or remembered knowing what had happened to her.  She was scurried off and the two slinking naughty-naughty horndogs scurried off themselves.
	“So you think Mallory’s home?” Craig had to ask.
	Raymond said he wasn’t “sure” but she could be.
	Both horndogs had managed to keep themselves from shoving their hard-ons into the little girl’s pussy (or asshole) but the desire was there.  Both had taken an inordinate amount of time examining Amanda’s nude body; prying her cheeks open and staring longingly at her pert tight non-fucked asshole.  It was Raymond who first showed Craig just how naughty he could be by licking Amanda’s pooter.  With the rim hole sufficiently lubed with his spittle (and jiz) he proceeded to finger-finger-finger.
	But the finger probing only went so far, to break the girl’s tight non-fucked asshole in she need more sterner measures—repeatedly.  As for her cunny, though—that was already fucked.  By who wasn’t known, but it wasn’t too often as it was still too snug for either Raymond or Craig.
	But the desire was there.
	Both hornydogs took turns licking Amanda’s cunt, engulfing the whole of her delicious hairless poon and licking their fill until the need to ejaculate came and they came all over the child’s poon pie.

Three holes, no waiting
	Inside the house there were efforts to be as quiet as possible.  Craig wasn’t sure if Mallory was still present or not.  She was.  On her bed again, naked; this time, though, Mr. Bear was the one getting laid—he was on bottom, Mallory on top!
	It was awkward but Mallory had Mr. Bear positioned beneath her, her darling little twelve year old ass bouncing up in the air as she slid her beaver up and down the bear’s phallic.
	Before either hornydog could make a sound Craig zapped Mallory.
	Good thing, too, ‘cause both Craig and Raymond couldn’t hold back their utterances of awe any longer.   And for a moment or two after it was indicated that Mallory was indeed “zombiefied” neither Craig or Raymond could move.  They could only stand in the hallway and stare at Mallory’s nakedness.
	This lasted only momentarily, though; the two ultra pervs moved slowly into the girl’s bedroom—eyes feasting on Mallory’s naked ass.
	“Oh wow.” Craig uttered.
	Raymond wasted little time, he put his hand on the girl’s butt and began making slow circles, gripping a cheek and parting it to take a nice gander at her hole and cunt.  The bear’s “cock” was still up in the girl’s cunt.  Raymond rubbed his aching cock and began undoing his pants.
	Craig did likewise.

	Mallory had a nice bod.  It was naked!  Any girl’s bod (that was naked) was nice.  There was just a light covering of poon pie fur covering her snatch, moistly just around the “entrance”, the rest was well trimmed (or shaven.)  
	Raymond closely examined his daughter (step), with eyes and hand and then his cock.  With his eyes he took in every nuance of the girl’s nude body; focusing for a while on her pre-teen breasts.  He smiled as his eyes lingered there, then moved on down her body to stare for a time at her poon.

	Craig stood by the bedside, naked, masturbating.
	Raymond placed a finger to his daughter’s cunt, fingering it where previously a plush toy animal bear’s strap-on cock had enjoyed dwelling there.  Raymond slipped his finger in and wiggled it all about.  Mallory reacted with a moan and opened her legs instinctively.
	The tip of Craig’s cock began to spurt…
	Raymond’s cock was also and soon he came onto the bed, opening Mallory’s legs more and gliding the head of his cock up against Mallory’s cunt opening; up and down, gouging the entrance then laying the shaft against the entrance for a one minute hump before making vaginal entry.
	Rank has privileges.
	Craig waited patiently—and if Raymond pulled a boner—er, meaning that he didn’t allow Craig to boff his daughter after all—well, there was always still the amazing EMAD…
	But not to worry, Raymond slipped his prick into Mallory’s cunt and found it very tight-snug.  Too snug.  In spite of the repeated humpings from Mr. Bear, Mallory’s pussy though no longer had her hymen in tact, was still quite “virginal.”
	She needed broken-in in other words.
	That was okay, hornydog Raymond ejaculated a huge amount of cum onto Mallory’s cunt, some had been squirted in her pussy as like with Amanda, the head of his dick had been able to make entry.  He was pleased with that but of course, full insertion would have been better.
	He lay on the girl partly, sucking on her breasts while his cock still lay up against her pussy, humping it until his cock ran dry.  The desire to fuck the girl grew intense…
	“Try her asshole.” Craig suggested.
	With her legs held back with (Craig holding them) Step-Daddy Raymond poked and prodded the girl’s poop chute, taking Mr. Bear’s cock and making the initial plunge before Raymond frustrated took the time to go to the bathroom and fetch some more appropriate lube—a jar of petroleum jelly.  After slathering his cock up and applying a generous fingerfull of the greasy oil based product to the girl’s virgin pooper there was full insertion at last.
	All the while Mallory remained in a daze but moaned, twisted her body, and went thru the motions of experiencing some sort of sexual ah.  Craig held her legs back and watched in ah himself as Raymond made slow but dutiful entry into her hole.

	The steady pumping began and Raymond was DEEP into Mallory’s shitter.  Craig’s cock pressed against the sweating girl’s face and soon he just angled his bone into her mouth.  She didn’t “suck” but close counts.  In his mind he thought of her friends, and their sisters…
	Karen came to his mind.  The thought, though, kind of made him ill, a huge knot formed in his stomach.  Karen Thomlin, Kristy’s six year old step-sister.  But she was CUTE!  Craig desperately just wanted to see her in her under, and then naked…
	Claudia filled his mind, too.
	And Dawn, Stacey, Maryanne…
	The images reigned in his mind supreme; there, too, was Courtney—she was eight.  Charlotte was another young girl, she was six, also.  Each one came fully into his mind—he could see them shedding their clothes, prancing about in their underwear, then laying on a bed naked.
	The thoughts prompted his cock to explode…

*

Then what happened?
	Now, inasmuch as Craig (and Raymond) were having their “fun”, Mack was, too.  He had finished with Kristy and Stacey, went to “visit” Claudia and her family—but found them gone; he waited but not too long before deciding that the neighborhood most likely had “other” interests worth visiting.
	Of course he was right.
	In a nice modern typical house just two doors down from where he had left Kristy and Stacey naked, coated in cum and, piss, and red marks (from being spanked) Mack found joy.
	Mack’s interest was keyed into the 36 year old beauty at the curb; red with black stripes; shiny parts, dark parts, hot parts.  It was a sweet ride and most likely gave great intense pleasure.  
	Longingly did Mack give the “BABE” a dutiful examine; no blemishes where there; no marks—all clean lines with extraordinary pleasing to the eye features (inside and out.)
	Mack was pleased.  The 1970 Chevy Chevelle was a beauty and he desired to meet its owner.

	Its “owner” was a young seventeen year old boy with a permanent woody.  He was in the house the BABE was parked at the curb of trying to desperately to contain his lust.  The object of his lust was a seventeen year old girl who was not so hot and not all that intrigued by the car the boy owned.  She was a little unconcerned about “hot” cars, her interests were in Art and Music.  
	But she seemed to like the boy(friend) just not in the way or as much as the boy liked her.  She was tall, as tall as the boy himself who was a cunt hair under six foot one.  Short brown hair, glasses, pleasing bobbing contained titties, a nice ass clad in tight striped blue walking shorts.
	In the house, too, was a parental unit playing cards with a sibling unit.
	The owner of the BABE was tall, approx. six foot three, but had a slouched shoulders and was lanky.  Blond hair that was full bodied and covered his ears and down to his shoulders.  It gave him “appeal” ‘cause the lankiness of his body made him to be not that attractive.
	But he seemed charming, kind of shy and “trying to hard to impress.”  Which only meant he wanted to get into his girlfriend’s pants, pants, and mostly her pussy.  Nothing wrong with a little “hey-hey!”  
	‘Are you a virgin?’ an opened question for both.
	Jamie Lynn Joy responded quickly with not a “NO” but a “HELL NO!” in her mind.  In her mind, too, were the images of those she had not been a virgin with—several images there were.  Mack decided to check them later.
	Perry Garington (owner of the BABE) was not a virgin, either; he was something of a perv, but didn’t go out of his way to be one.  He possessed no EMAD but desperately wanted one.  His sexual exploits were slim, not none, but slim.  
	Mack Nomad found favor in Perry, a likeable fella (who had a hot car!)  the boy had potential, but he was subtle, shy, just a tad bit perverted—in the since that he felt out a little neighbor girl, spied on young girls when they unwarily did their tumbles in the park wearing skirts and big wide legged shorts.  As for actually having sex?  One girl, a school friend from early grade school.  But in high school Perry had introduced a friend of his to her and they hit it off and soon became boyfriend/girlfriend.  Perry and Trish were never that classification, just “friends.”  Horny-naughty friends; in the third grade they were peeing together—WAY out by the school’s on-grounds park in the bushes Trisha pulled her shorts’ leg opening open enough to pull her panties to one side to allow her pussy to pee.
	Perry managed to get his out and pee, too—usually wetting himself and Trisha in the process.   

	Trisha let Perry rub his pud all over her butt, up her crack, and to hump her pussy—but there was to be no penetration until the 6th grade.  In between time, it was just being friendly with the mutual masturbating one another, peeing (on each other) and stuff like that.
	Then, in the 6th grade, Trisha faked illness; single Mom went to work, Perry came over as he usually did to escort her to school—they rode their bikes one mile to their school.  Perry never made it to school that day, he spent the day screwing Trisha’s horny brains out.  They romped about her small house in the slummy area of town by a river naked; they fucked in every room; 69ed, spanked, peed, and doggie-styled until 3:30 when Perry had to get home before his folks did.
	After that, they fucked a few more times; down by the river, under the bridge at the river, and on the school grounds.  Then, during the long Summer between Junior High and High School, they drifted and saw very little of each other.  At High School they found new friends to hang with and again, saw very little of each other.  
	Jamie Lynn Joy filled the void sort of for Perry.  He, too, had found new friends to hang with, but there sure were a lot of passion still for Trisha.  New girls, though, helped the boy’s cause and with the new hot car he had many girls were overlooking his not too pleasing looks.  He really wasn’t a bad looking sort, just not as handsome as the regular boys who had better lives (incomes) and not from the poorer side of town.
	It was Perry’s shyness and friendly attitude that won most the girls who were HOT over.  Perry had other appeal rather than appearance and sex (appeal.)  He was a fantastic creative writer for one.  He was not into sports and actually sucked at it.  But he could write poetry like many of the great ones that very muchly captivated the girls—not so much the boys.
	Jamie Lynn found his poetry enjoyable and soon they were somewhat sorta-kinda dating.  But what was frustrating was Jamie seemed—cold.  She was friendly but didn’t allow Perry to be affectionate.
	There was a reason.
	She wasn’t a slut, but she had three brothers.
	Ah.  ‘nuff said.
	Jamie had begun engaging immorally with her brothers when she was young, like before she was even ten years old!  Two older brothers and one younger.  The older boys of course took advantage of her, ‘specially after they caught her herself naked masturbating!  Then, when she was sucking off the baby brother!  It was blackmail, ‘suck me or I’ll tell Mom & Dad.”

	So she sucked the two older boys.  And that led to the two older boys ramming their rods into her asshole.  When she was twelve they were in her pussy—their cocks were “wrapped” to hopefully prevent pregnancy, but still, Jamie knew that sexual relations with her brothers was wrong..
	Then she was caught by their uncle, all three were nude engaging in a sexual romp—one brother in her pussy, another in her ass, and another in her mouth.  The uncle got his, too, a blow job came firstly followed by full sexual intercourse.
	But she never told anyone and was not all that opposed.  But it still pissed her off and that was why she didn’t cut any boyfriends any of her nookie.  Much to the dismay of Perry.
	Well, enter Mack Nomad to the cause!

	‘Show Perry your room.’
	Jamie shook her head to clear it, rubbed her stomach and seemed to go a little “flush.”  Blinking her eyes she stared at Perry who sat on his butt in the small den/sitting room staring at the cards in his hands.  Jamie sat across from him,
	“Did you say something?”
	Perry looked to her blankly, “huh?”
	‘Stand up.’
	This time Jamie stared directly at her suitor and didn’t see his lips move.  A ringing had begun in her ears and she felt even more flush than before.
	Mack had to step up his efforts of mind control.  Thankfully, he could use the power of his bionic implants to bolster his abilities.
	‘STAND UP.’
	Jamie stood up.
	“’wanna see my room?’”
	Perry shrugged and put down his cards.  Jamie went of the den and proceeded down the hallway to her bedroom.  In the kitchen was the Mom and the oldest brother, also playing cards (but for money!)
	Halfway down the hall,
	‘Take your shorts down.’
	Jamie slid her blue knit shorts down, exposing the whole (not hole) of her ass.  She wore pinkish panties and those, too, were slid down.  Perry was enthused—greatly.
	Making a left turn into her bedroom the girl began peeling out of her clothes until she was nude.  Perry came up to her and was awed beyond belief.  (not too mention horny to the extreme!)

	Jamie went to her bed laying on it half way.  She parted her cheeks and revealed her hole—the other one.  Dumbfound was Perry and he could only stand in awe.
	‘GET NAKED, STUPID!’
	Perry stared at Jamie’s ass, her hole, and cunt all the while he stripped off his clothing.  His cock led the way to the girl’s nude body.
	‘lick her hole, first!’ Mack minded to the boy.
	Perry complied, applying his tongue to her crack, diddling her hole with some glee (and expertise.)  thereafter it was just a matter of inserting and humping his fill.
	Mack watched for a moment or two and then left them to proceed on naturally—he did very little to Perry but dinked with Jamie’s mind to continue being “naughty” with Perry.
	‘suck his cock.’  ‘let him fuck your pussy.’  ‘have him eat your pussy.’  ‘go into the bathroom, take a shower with him.’  and so on.
	Meanwhile, in the kitchen…

	Kenneth had a Queen high straight, he knew his Mother had a King but not sure about the rank and file.  There was no “bluffing” the Bluff Queen, she had a stoic face and revealed nothing—but determination to take her son for all he had.
	Which was what Kenneth’s ambition was, as well—to take his Mother for everything.  And as he laid his cards down revealing his final hand, he had.  His Mother fumed, but smiled and gathered the cards for another hand.  Glancing at the cake in the oven that sweetened the air in the kitchen she looked over her shoulder to peer into the den where her daughter and her boyfriend were (were supposed to be.)
	Before she could make a call out, she flung her head trying to shake off the intrusion.  Flaring her nostrils and feeling like someone was choking her she reacted badly—but settled down (after pissing herself.)
	Kenneth reacted with blurred vision and horrible ringing in his ears.  It cleared as soon as the Intruder turned down his Abilities.  
	‘Have a desire to fuck your Mother?’
	There was imagery suggesting so, he SPIED on his Mother when he could, jacked off to her image in his mind—had a pair of her panties and when even screwing his sister, he thought of his Mother!
	‘If you could fuck your Mother, if she would let you bone her, would you?’
	It wasn’t ‘YES’ but ‘HELL YES!’

	Brianna wasn’t a bad dish, but she was in her mid 40s and had been “around the block” a few times.  She had no sexual desires for her sons, and even little sexual interest in her husband.  She DID have sexual interest in her husband’s best friend and her own best friend’s brother.  Both of which she had had sexual romps with but never in her own house.
	Kenneth had no desires for young girls, but teen girls in junior high and high school were ok.  There, too, were no desires to hump his brothers OR be humped/sucked, fondled by them.  No interests in boys of any age or relations.
	Slowly Mack dinked with Kenneth’s mind, re-wiring it.  He did the same to the Mother.  It didn’t take too particularly long, his abilities were still kicked up from his bionic implant power sources aiding him.  
	Ken stood and began undressing.
	His Mother stood, she began undressing.
	Mack was already standing, he began undressing…

	A squirt of cum filled her mouth and anointed her aged face.  But for a gal in her 40s she wasn’t a bad looking; not hard or well known “around the block.”  But neither did she have a “Texas Snapping Pussy”, either.  Still, though, she had a manner of which made lovemaking enjoyable; her cunt wasn’t tight or even snug but it gave pleasure to the cock just the same.
	Kenneth fucked his Mother’s mouth, spewing cock juice in under two minutes.  But being a teenager his cock didn’t immediately soften and languished against his Mother’s face as she was positioned on her knees nakedly before him (still in the kitchen.)  Brie’s hands danced all over her nude son’s ass, fondling his balls, and working his cock.
	Mack was well pleased.
	In their minds he made it so as they would seek opportunities to engage immorally as often as possible.  At least once a day (if possible) Brianna would suck off her Number One Son.  And at least once a day, the Number One Son would either Eat Out his mother’s cunt or fuck it—which ever was appropriate and or possible.  And if at all possible, it was instilled in him to do both!  (the Daddy/Hubby of the house left out of the house by 7AM, the kids of the house didn’t go off to their prospective schools until 8AM.  Plenty of time to fool around…)
	Kenneth had a nice big cock, more than average—it was thicker than average and two inches longer!  His two brothers had average and under-average cocks!  (more on them later…)  Brianna gripped her son’s cum squirter, getting ever last drop of his juices, fingering her pussy and getting “hot.”  Mack helped the cause along… 
	Down the hall from the kitchen in Jamie’s bedroom—the cause was well in progress.  On her back Jamie lay part way, her ass right on the edge of the bed with her legs about Perry’s waist.  The teenage boy was an average teen with a bit better than average cock—it slid like a piston in and out of Jamie’s poon; his balls were smaller than average but the boy knew how to fuck.
	Mack took the time to dink with the girl’s mind while she was in the throws of orgasmic bliss.  She had been pegged by her brothers, all three; double teamed, peed on, spanked, and especially down the throat.  For Perry, at least once a day when possible she would service him—and that would be either by blowjob or in the backseat of his BABE, stripping nude and letting him doink her.
	Perry humped his fill, let go and almost immediately was worthless.  He was a quick cummer.  He strained his cock right at the moment of extreme “joy” while nesting in Joy’s cunt, and apparently it was a “one-shot” blast off.  He pumped a little more, then pulled out and suckled on the girl’s titties one at a time before rolling off of her.
	Jamie lay on her back heaving fingering her sopping wet cum strewn cunt.  She seemed in some agony as her legs fidgeted, Perry had gotten his but Jamie hadn’t quite gotten hers.  Mack smiled and strolled into the room—his form oblivious to the two teens as a result of his further intrusion to their minds.  His cock was stiff, hard, and ready to plunge.  Perry lay lightly fondling his cum squirter, eyes closed and basking in the glow of “afterwards.”
	Jamie’s body arched as her pussy was once more invaded.  She enjoyed sex with her brothers—kinda sorta.  But she would prefer it more on her terms and not theirs.  Brother Kenneth was a bit rough and more determined to get his nut one way or another.  Brother Scott was not as bad but tried to follow in his brother’s footsteps and be a jerkwad asshole.  Brother Harry was the baby of the family, he just liked to fuck and was the most gentle of them all.  But it was Kenneth’s cock that was more satisfying to Jamie’s pussy…
	Jamie began to thrash about, in her mind it was none other than Perry who was thrilling her.  Mack gave the girl the boy’s image firmly seeded in her mind and a reason to live.  Mack’s fantastic cunt pleaser ploughed nicely into her crevice, filling it to the brim with ecstasy unknown.

*

	In the kitchen Kenneth did likewise to his Mother.  It was definite to her that at least once a day she wanted to have his cock thrilling her cunt.  She wanted his cock in her mouth, too.  But not necessarily in her ass, she was from the old school where butt fucking wasn’t cool.
	College freshman Kenneth gave his Mother the fucking of a lifetime; after filling her mouth with his jiz he emptied another load into the cunt that had bore him.  He had a masterful cock and greatly did it please her; she was firstly nailed as she lay across the round kitchen table—Kenneth entering her from behind filling her pussy to the max.  
	As he “rested” from the enduring five minute fuck to her cunt, Brianna moved off of the table and almost-almost regained her own mind.  But her cunt leaked cum, it tingled and thrilled her so that even if she DID know that she was engaging immorally with her son, or he to her, she didn’t and wouldn’t care.  
	Brianna moved to her knees once more and sucked her son’s cock.
	When it was brought back to full strength she stood and laid herself out on the table, on her back, legs open wide.  Kenneth had no compunction against boning his Mom—he secretly always wanted to.  While the two entered into another fuck fest, Mack returned to Jamie and Perry.
	He had already screwed Jamie, sloppy seconds but it was alright; a second go round was in order, too—this time ye olde backdoor was the target.  Perry was basically fucked out.  His joy was screwing Joy and he had done that, she had sucked him and he had boned her—now he needed to rest.  So while he “rested”, Mack filled Jamie Joy’s asshole.

	Jamie’s brothers, Scott and Harry, were good boys, when not around to be influenced by their older bully-type brother, Kenneth, they were very decent fellows.  Both had deep desires to engage naughtily with young girls, but not too young—twelve was the young limit for Scott, ten the limit age for Harry.  Neither had desires for boys.
	Well…
	Perry was not all “fucked out” but close; he took another turn with Jamie, then they showered and while in the shower was “encouraged” (by an outside source) to bone her up the butt.  With his dick all soaped up he did so—ploughing the Hershey Highway.  Jamie pressed herself against the glass door, her very nice adequate titties smushed against the etching of the glass, her hands parting her own cheeks and enduring another outrageous butt fucking.

	In the living room, Kenneth Joy enjoyed jostling his prick into his Mother’s backdoor, too.  Her hole, though, was far too tight to allow dutiful penetration so various “items” went splurging in to loosen the passage.  A candlestick made the first anal entry, Kenneth sodomized his Mother almost furiously until such a time as she was about to lose her mind.  A small diameter zucchini took up the cause nextly, followed by a banana.  With a slathering of butter on his cock and to his Mother’s hole, cock to asshole penetration was made and Kenneth was well pleased.
	His mother, not so much…

	After drying, Perry shaved Jamie’s cunt.
	In turn, Jamie applied a hair removal cream to Perry’s balls.
	He didn’t particularly care for it much but tolerated it.  Save for a few mind incursions from the unseen “Voice”, Perry was the only one in the house acting on his own!
	Scott and Harry came bouncing in after a day of frolicking, ogling girls, and being typical boys on a Saturday afternoon.  They caught Mack unawares; he was deep into Jamie’s ass when he heard the front door and their voices—but he was right at the point of getting off and it was difficult to quit.
	But the words,
	“HOLY SHIT!” prompted him to interrupt his progress and make quicktime to where the two stood—in the kitchen which looked directly into the living room.  Kenneth lay on his backside with his Mother on top of him, his cock DEEP into her pussy; cum and other mixed juices coated his cock and balls and like Mack, wasn’t stopping for nothing at the pivotal point.
	Scott and Harry already stunned into a stupor easily had their minds subdued.  Mack found that he himself had a ringing in his ears and there was a slight blurred vision he didn’t care for, either, to deal with.  He caught his breath and put the boys into “sleep” mode to deal with them later.
	He returned to Jamie to finish what he had started…

	Perry had rolled to his stomach, he slept better that way.  Mack thought kindly of the boy, he would make a good sidekick.  But Mack had enough of those already.  After creaming Jamie’s anal tract he caressed Perry’s ass, Perry was in a stupor of his own, he never thought that he would have such outrageous sex with Jamie—so he didn’t notice he was being “fondled.”

	Mack put the boy at ease and spent a few more minutes caressing his butt, squeezing his nuggets, and contemplating buggering him.  The boy was not opposed to being buggered—but was fearful of it.  Mack discovered that the boy had had homosexual romps with two best friends, experimenting sexually the dark side of illicit sex.  But it wasn’t an ongoing thing and he hadn’t had such a romp in quite some time.  (but he was still curious.)
	So, while Jamie sucked Perry’s dick, Mack fucked the boy’s ass.

	With his asshole full of cum, his cock lifeless, his mind blitzed, Perry easily slipped into a blissful sleep.  Jamie’s mouth was full of cum, she swallowed (but didn’t like it.)  Mack spent precious time caressing her, the thought crossing his mind to “add” her to his collection.  But he let it go and satisfied himself spanking her, caressing her breasts and kissing her.  
	The girl’s energy level like Perry’s had plummeted so that she was well “spent.”  Mack curled her up with Perry and she, too, easily went to a blissful sleep.  There was still feelings Mack had to deal with in regards to the pair—to add them or not.  It was more of that that were “new”, fresh meat.  They were teenagers and not “young’uns” which was his norm.  But both possessed certain qualities that Mack found favor—they were both readily adaptable to being perverts.  That was a plus in Mack’s book.
	The energy level for Kenneth and Brianna had also dropped to levels whereas sleep was their only recourse.  Mack set his attention on Scott and Harry—this after nabbing some brew out of the refrigerator and helping himself to the cake that had almost burned in the oven.
	When Scott was twelve he was caught jacking off by Harry, who was eight.  Harry had naturally seen his brothers naked but never had seen them doing what Scott was doing.  Scott playfully got his baby brother to “play” with himself—which eventually turned to more—much more.
	Before Harry’s ninth birthday he was sucking on Scott’s cock and taking it up his ass, too.  But it wasn’t alla the time and not overly by force—just coercion and forfeiture of allowance.  As they grew older they shied away from such homosexual antics and pursued girls instead.
	But the seed was there, the desire still “active” (just not pursued.)
	Mack decided to cultivate the seed…

	There wasn’t much time, the family’s Dad was due home soon, so Mack had to work fast and it was tedious work—mind manipulation wasn’t all that easy (not when pressed for time and exhausted.)  a pesky ear ringing was difficult to deal with, too.

	Nineteen year old Kenneth James Joy moaned as he made anal entry into brother Scott, they had never had a homosexual romp together, although Kenneth secretly wanted to fuck both his brothers and have them suck his dick off.  But hat was a brother thing and a bully thing tied together and had very little to do with homosexual tendencies.  
	While Scott was being reamed, brother Harry sucked his dick as he lay nakedly on the floor, Scott perched/squatting above him.  When Ken had completed his task he pulled out and felt incredible new feelings roaring thru his body.  He sat back squeezing his dick watching his cum drizzle out of his brother’s hole.
	Brother Harry began licking the cum spew from Scott’s hole, sucked on the boy’s balls and was sucked off by him, too.  Brotherly love at its finest.

	Life in the Joy household was forever changed.  On most days when possible (circumstances notwithstanding understandable interruptions—Mother and Daughter on their periods, the Daddy sick and not leaving the house when scheduled, the Daddy pissed off about something upsetting the balance in the house, the individual members themselves involved in the farce of incestuous depravity, and so on) but when possible, most days would have that before the family went on their merry way for the day, Jamie would suck the cock of Kenneth, Scott, and Harry.  She would present herself in the nude and “service” her brothers.  Five minutes to each cock.  She would suck their balls, caress their ass, and suck their cock.
	Whether or not they “got off” wasn’t important.
	Then, each brother would spend 2-minutes licking out Jamie’s cunt.
	The boys, too, would do likewise to their equally naked Mother.
	The Mother, also, would suck off her boys, five minutes each.
	The boys would fuck their Mother for five minutes or until orgasm.
	When they got home from their school and workplace, more of the same—including sodomy, a romp in the shower, spankings, pee-fest, and the boys sodomizing one another.  Kenneth mostly would be the one receiving his brothers, but he would be sucked on, too.  The only butt fucking Kenneth would do would be to his sister and Mother.
	Mack was pleased with his work and took his hard-on to Perry’s asshole.  A pent up sensation swarmed Mack and while he fucked the boy he spanked the boy and deeply desired to have him in his collection—if only for a little while.  He was sure the boy wouldn’t mind.

*

Humping right along
	You would think that after a day of narly business someone would call it good and go home.  And you would be wrong…
	After messing with the Joy family and putting young potential sidekick Garrington into sexual orbit, Mack Nomad nonchalantly moved down the street on his way back from whence he came.  And along his way…
	Four houses down from the Joy house was the Brimmer house—so it said on the mailbox incased in a brick post.  The house was on a slight “hill”, the large front yard fenced in by bushes and small trees.  Two large trees occupied space in the front yard and on the drive was a late model pickup.
	The truck was blue, lowered, fat mag wheels, with primer paint in splotches here and there, heavily tinted windows and a bitchin’ stereo.  Sitting in the truck was a 21-yr old fellow who had his equal in age girlfriend between his legs.
	They were both dressed, though, the girl in loose fitting black knit shorts, the boy in common young adult knee length britches that were sloppy with ten jillion useless pockets all over them.  The boy wore a black hat with some lame team emblem emblazoned on it, he seemed kinda extra slenderly built, needed a shave, and was horny.
	The girl wasn’t bad, nice butt, good chest, blond hair in a long curly pony tail, and “frisky.”  She toyed with the boy but wasn’t cutting him any slack—she was something of a “player” and reserved herself sexually for other more appropriate times.
	They kissed and fondled one another, the boy whipping out his dick and trying to get the girl(friend) to suck it.  She was like “OMG!” and wasn’t about to do so—not out in the open.  She also made mention several times about her need to get to work.  Her car was a normal 2-door thing that had no specialty to it parked at the curb.  
	The girl was drawn in to lay partly on the boy—who still had his dick out.  They kissed (Frenched) and hands roamed all over (with the boy slipping his hands down the back of the girl’s shorts.  She quickly flew up and chastised the horny boy, slapping his dick, too.
	But she wasn’t mad—just in a hurrying need to go and get off to work.  The boy was horny—horny—horny and in a need to get laid, sucked, fucked, or both!  But Charlene wasn’t putting out.  
	Or so she thought…
	The width of the truck’s cab was just enough, the lanky boy had to put his feet up on the sill of the driver’s side door, but his shoulders were down on the seat and he was comfortable.
	Jenny slid her black knit shorts off onto the driveway as she scooted up between Jon’s legs, settling herself (sex) onto his exposed erection.  Jon was not so much “touched” but just a little—to aid him into “going along” with his suddenly amorous girlfriend (who normally wouldn’t “put out” just prior to her going to work.
	Sliding her panties that were still on to one side, she worked Jon’s dong into her cunny and the fuck was on!  Mack though oblivious to Jon and Jenny was not so to another.  From the garage there was someone, spying—as he was!  A young person.  It didn’t bother Mack—only that he was unable to rightly discover the person’s whereabouts.  So he used his high tech bionic right eye to use various levels and degrees of sight (insight.)  
	He found the “spy” five minutes later; a young person, girl, about ten, high up in the rafter looking out thru the garage’s vent screen.  She could see right into the cab of Jon’s truck.  She also could see Mack…
	A little miffed as he had to take his attention from Jenny and Jon’s antics he focused on the girl, obliterating her short term memory—the part concerning him anyways.  Then he made it so as she no longer saw him.  After that he returned his attention to Jon and Jenny.
	Jon’s dong was all the way into Jenny’s cunt.  The boy’s shaft was coated in her juices while his was still yet to cum.  His hands were tight on her ass, pulling the cheeks open while his cock humped her twat.  The girl no longer had cares about getting off to work, all that matter was “getting off.”  She humped the cock in her pussy, sliding her panties down and then off, straddling Jon’s waist she sat up and very muchly had a better go at “getting off.”
	Checking the girl spy he found her not only giddy and curious but horny—dutifully she fingered herself with eyes wide as she saw her sister practically naked having sex!  Jon and Jenny were deep into their action with Jon for some reason unable to achieve the ultimate goal.  Mack was unable to get into the boy’s mind to have him “slow down”, the emotional level was to erratic and interruptive so Mack let him be.  Jenny he was able to subdue and he had her slow down her movements.
	Thereafter Mack slipped into the open garage…

	Jenny’s sister, Teri, had her pants undone and they were pushed down to reveal her delicious little ten year old butt.  She wore powder blue panties with cartoon characters all over them.  The panty was in place with a hand inside fingering.
	Mack’s view of the girl was prime—he stood on the floor of the garage looking to the rafter the girl was perched on semi-precariously; she had a nice body to be sure and was very horny.  It was more than being merely a spy, she was a naughty onlooker.  Mack assumed that she was more curious about Jenny’s boyfriend than anything else.
	‘Would you like to SEE Jon’s cock, up in your face?’
	There was no defined answer only a quick nod of the head indicating “yes.”  She was very in tune with her observation, fingering herself, and having unnatural desires.
	Jon, though, disrupted some of the proceedings by cumming off into Jenny’s cunt.  Jenny herself experienced a tumultuous orgasm; she squeezed her cunt tight against Jon’s cock and that only prompted the twenty-one year old to cum even more.  With his hands tightly clamped to Jenny’s ass his cock powerful slammed up into her sex with rapid successions of In and Out.  Jenny continued to squeeze her cunt tightly against the cunt pleasing cock never minding the fact that she was now well on her way to being late for work.
	Nothing else mattered than to fuck.  Fuck and cum.  Cum and fuck.
	Little Teri was experiencing same.
	So was Mack.

	An ice cream truck of all things disturbed the setting causing several things to happen; Teri lost her balance and skint up the inside of her thigh, also ripping her pants and very nearly tumbling thru the rafter!  Jenny became “aware” of her situation but was too confused to firmly freak out about it.  Jon was pretty on his own, but when he sat up he thought he saw some stranger standing in the garage with his dick out!
	Mack had to quit jacking himself to rush to the girl should she indeed make the nine foot tumble.  But she didn’t, she managed to catch herself and pull herself up—grumbling all the way.  She hadn’t hurt her self too badly, but the skint up inner thigh smarted just the same.
	Jenny required a quick re-fix before she figured out she was naked on top of Jon.  Mack had to back up into the darkness of the garage and chastise the ice cream truck while he frantically fought with his unique minding abilities to get them back on track.

	Teri had pulled herself together, and her clothes, and began climbing down—it was then that she saw Mack, too.  Before the words got out of her mouth “Who the fuck are you!”? Mack zapped her.  The pesky ringing returned to his ears and seemed to drive sharply into his noggin.  He knew then that it was more than a mere fluke or an occasional mishap.  And he had no one he could go to to see about it!
	With Teri officially “zapped” Mack worked quickly to settle her sister and then to dink with Jon’s mind, too.  All the while dealing with near debilitating ear rings.  
	He deduced that it was from “overuse” of his mental abilities tied in with the bionic implant power generators as when the three subjects had been subdued and once more set about to be “normal”—the ringing in his ears decreased substantially and his vision returned to near perfect.  The ringing had toned down to a low steady drone.
	For his troubles and pain he wanted to fuck Jenny.
	Tousling Teri’s hair he checked her wound.  It was a scrape and even those though not enough to warrant stitches or an emergency room visit could still be painful.  A squirt of first aid spray from the nearby first aid kit was applied; Mack then took the precious moment to slip the girl’s shorts and panties down and scrutinize her pussy.
	She was a virgin.  Sorta.
	Sorta?
	Is that like “kinda pregnant”?
	Sorta.
	Teri was an avid fingerbanger, and it seems as though big sis Jenny was teaching the finer points of “getting off”; including self stimulating one another!  There, too, was the marvelous use of various vegetables to help the cause.  But Teri’s hymen was still intact.
	Mack couldn’t stand it any longer and stood, cock out, raging hard, ready to bust, close to bursting, and stuffed it into Teri’s mouth.  Almost immediately the ringing in his ears ceased.  His vision blurred for a second or two and then cleared completely.  The sensation of getting a hummer from the ten year old was fucking fantastic!
	A great sensation began, curling up his toes then the hairs of his balls.  With a hand to the back of Teri’s head he guided her along his massive shaft.  Her schooling from big sis Jenny had taught her the art of falatio; performing such tasks on bananas, carrots, cucumbers, sausages…

	‘Has your sister ever had you lick her pussy?’
	‘No.’
	‘Has your sister ever licked YOUR pussy?’
	That was a No, also, but he had to check.
	Not wanting to gag/choke the girl he pulled out to face fuck her sweet face, gouge her nostrils and hump her ears—then he was back in her mouth for the finale.
	In the truck, Jon and Jenny had fucked their all; they were deeply engaged in kissing and grouping.  Jon’s cum squirter was out of Jenny’s cunt but it was still “swelled”, leaking, and could be primed for “re-entry” at any time.  Mack’s desire for Teri began to rise…

	Before the intruding ice cream truck made its trek back down the street, Mack had creamed off into Teri’s mouth.  She did react to the salty sticky gooy taste with the screwing up of her face.  Mack was unable to fully dink with her mind to lesson the grossness of his spew; when he tried there was the pesky irritating ringing returning.  So he settled for merely keeping the status quo—Teri merely made a face, retched, but otherwise accepted the goo and so that was that.
	Mack settled her further with setting her on a box, wiping her face, and lulling her to sleep.  The ice cream truck neared and Mack hurried to finish up with the two in the truck.
	Jenny was now officially “late” for work.
	Jon’s dong had been restiffened and ploughed all over Jenny’s ass, trying in vain to poke her hole.  Jenny was almost “herself” and becoming aware of her surroundings and the time of day and that she was naked on top of her boyfriend.
	Mack summoned up power reserves and felt his entire right side go numb.  That wasn’t good—mostly ‘cause he didn’t know the reason.  He still, though, assumed that it was from overuse of his narly bionic powers.  Gripping the door of the truck and not knowing for sure if he was still “invisible” to those effected or not he began applying his narly powers to Jenny and Jon.  
	Jon required substantial mind dinking—insurance that he would not see Mack for one as well as continue to be himself while following Mack’s intrusive sublime “suggestions.”
	Jenny was a problem; as Mack made mind entry to the girl the weaves of deception he had woven began to unravel.  That wasn’t good.  She began to become more and more “aware” and that definitely wasn’t good.

	And then there was the overwhelming fear he was most uncomfortable with.  Mack knew fear but it was a distant memory.  He knew that he didn’t care for it and greatly did he push the welling fear away.  with determination he once gained control of the situation—right before blacking out.

(If you’re wondering if there’s an “ending” to this—keep wondering ‘cause so have I…)

just how wicked can we be?
	The power of the EMAD was incredible; deceitful, outrageous, and had other amazing powers other than the electronical kind.  It was persuasive in the manner of unleashing a torrent of hidden desires and emotions in people who were normally descent morally just and chastised those vehemently who were immoral.
	Whether or not his wife dwelled on such trivial matters he didn’t know, he didn’t ask.  But as for himself, he knew that he/they were swallowed up by the unknown powers of the electronic mind altering device, and as far as he/they had gone—there was no going back.
	And of course, Ben (Wiccked) didn’t WANT to go back.  But he still desired to do so—he fervidly denounced the actions he had committed, strongly did he not wish to pursue the course of which would certainly lead him down a path of unrighteousness and most assuredly corrupt his soul and therefore grant him full access to the Fires of Hell where he would dwell there for eternity.
	Wait, no, that had already happened—he HAD been corrupted, he HAD semi willingly gone down that path of unrighteousness.  Willingly he had been influenced by the EMAD to out and out seek out those who he fancied, kidnapped them for his sexual pleasure, tortured them for his sexual gratification of pleasure, and continued onward to knew victims.
	Then he had engaged immorally with his very own children.
	And it was his very own children that the whole thing about the EMAD had come about—to save him from doing what he had done.  The EMAD had overwhelmed Leeann, it was Leeann who had first been goaded into acquiring the illegal device; prior she had been a Pillar of the Community in good standing, had a very professional job, was well respected, and had three precious little girls.  Her husband was a traveling minister, a speaker who profoundly reprimanded those who were molesters and sexual degenerates.  But then the EMAD had unraveled her…

*

	Sam wasn’t pleased to learn that her son, Alex, was engaging in sex acts with his father.  It appalled and sickened her, along with pissing her off.  She couldn’t cope and couldn’t believe what she had learned.  But she somewhat believed that her husband (ex) had had a lot with coercing the boy and that Alex hadn’t actually engaged on his own—but still, the imagery of Alex sucking his father’s cock, his balls, and fucking his own father made twenty-seven year old Samantha very ill.
	Ten year old Alex was placed with Greg, Frank, and Paul behind the partition in the basement, they could communicate if they wanted to but were told/instructed not to.  Alex spent her time, nakedly, laying on the bed—either sleeping, fingering herself, and fretting over her situation.  She also dwelled an inordinate amount of time thinking of her son and his father engaged in sex acts.  It still made her ill.
	In Sam’s mind, too, were the images of her own self being raped, forced to engage in sex act with the boys beyond the partition, and watch as her own son did likewise with them, too.  She also had been privy to seeing Alex engaging in sex with a woman who was also a kidnapper in cahoots with the Man.
	The Man, there was something about the Man who obviously had an EMAD.  She couldn’t place it or anything, but there was something strange about him.  She couldn’t finger it, but he fingered her.  He had fucked her, spanked her ass until she couldn’t stand it, then fucked her ass.  He wasn’t overly rough with her, but not overly gently, either.
	Of course, there was his partner, the woman.
	The Woman had set on her face and made her lick her pussy.  She had spanked her, too; the Woman seemed more “aggressive” than her partner, of whom Sam presumed was her husband.  The Woman had made Alex have sex with her son, to suck him, finger his hole, then spread her legs for him to fuck her.  Inasmuch as she detested the Man, she really loathed the woman.
	But Alex wasn’t a saint—but she had limits to her unsaintly doings.  She had first lost her virginity to a high school boy when she was in junior high; in high school, she had given it up to a boy in college.  As a young girl, prior to junior high age, she was an avid fingerbanger—and subsequently gotten busted by her mother who promptly scolded her and then lashed her bare ass with a belt.
	Of course that didn’t stop Samantha, she just found better times and places to please herself.

	She also had engaged in sexual romps with a girlfriend.  Just experimental; kissing, mutual fingering, pussy pounding, and cunt licking.  They shaved one another’s pussy, too.  But it didn’t mean they were gay, just horny.
	She did likewise in high school and then college.
	Still didn’t mean she was gay.

	Alex wasn’t “gay”, either, but he sort of knew what it meant to be gay.  What he did with his Dad he didn’t particular denote as being “gay”, it was just a twisted loving relationship.  It was sex, pure and simple.  Alex’s Dad, David, had caught the boy masturbating to the image of a naked chick in on of his Dad’s magazines.  That was the beginning.  
	“It’s alright, son,” his Dad had said, “it’s perfectly normal.”  Of course, Alex was sworn to secrecy ‘cause a Mom wouldn’t understand.  It was another beginning.  
	Alex had seen his Dad, and even his Mom, naked a time or two, it was no big deal and considered normal.  As Alex had grown to his current age (ten) his relationship to his mother was more like a big sister—so he saw her naked or in her underwear more often.  
	At ten years young, it was considered a risk to be left alone—but the relationship factor with David had soured—he was a deadbeat and refused to work to help out the “family”, all he wanted was sex.  Sam had gone from high school to college, nursing college; the hours were long and tedious and as soon as she got home—sex.  No matter how tired or “not in the mood” she was David talked her into sex.  (She even woke up a time or two with David boning her.)
	The divorce hadn’t set well with young Alex, he loved both his parents very much and didn’t appreciate them splitting up.  He didn’t see his Dad as a “deadbeat” but someone cool to hang with.  David was a little older than Sam, again—the ratio factor of young girl infatuated with an older man, while in college she had met David and they had sex.  Lots of sex.  None of which produced a child.
	?
	Right, David WASN’T Alex’s Dad…
	While in high school in her junior year, a college perv nailed Sam and got her pregnant.  Alex was never none the wiser.  He enjoyed his time with his Dad, including the sex part.  It kind of creeped him out, sure, being naked with his Dad, jerking off to naked chicks in magazines and then on the TV, but after a time he got used to it---and still kept it hush-hush from his Mom.

	Soon Alex was privy to watching more than just girls fingering themselves, girls waltzing about in the nude, swimming naked, or being pounded by well hung guys.  Alex and David became more and more enthused with what they were watching and that was another beginning.  When it happened exactly Alex didn’t remember, it just happened:  he found himself sitting nakedly on his Dad’s naked lap.
	And at one of those times David took over masturbating Alex.
	But Alex continued to come over to his Dad’s apartment; they did more than engage in immoral activities—they went to the movies, the zoo, arcade, and baseball games (where the deadbeat Dad got his money to support these normal activities let alone afford a downtown apartment was unknown.)  They were buds and got along well.
	Then came the day where Alex was privy to watching a gay porno, several guys jacking off onto one another, cocksucking and buttfucking was prevalent, too.  Alex was not grossed out, a little embarrassed but the embarrassment factor had taken a nose dive since he had gotten used to being nude with his father (who was also nude.)
	Alex had even gotten used to sitting on his Dad’s lap naked AND being masturbated him.  Somewhere along those times Alex had been talked in to pleasing his Dad the same way.  It was a beginning…
	Alex seemed to be just as hard watching two guys “getting after it” than he did watching two girls doing the same thing—orally pleasing the genitals.  He seemed very engrossed as to what was on the screen and didn’t quite notice that his naked Dad had begun sucking him same—all Alex knew was that he liked it; it was better than jacking off or being jacked off!
	That of course, led to Alex doing likewise to his Dad.
	Although Alex had enjoyed being sucked, doing the same to his Dad kinda bothered him.  Just how exactly he had finally been talked into doing such a thing he didn’t know—he just knew that he finally did.  The first time he remembered the “taste” and it had sickened him.  He remembered gagging, sputtering and choking and there was a sickening feeling way down in his belly.
	But after a while he got used to it and it was something they did practically every time Alex came over to the apartment.  More was to follow, whole cock swallowing, ball washing, and the finale, good ole fashioned butt plugging.
	It was while being plugged in the butt one time (after one or times prior) that Alex realized what exactly was going on.  His Dad was a pervert, just like all those priests and other pervs talked about in the news and at school.  

	But Alex got used to it.  They continued to go to ballgames, hockey games, pizza places, and everywhere.  They watched fantastic pornos, they played pranks on the neighbors, gave BA’s to the passengers on the “L” (elevated train—Chicago), and shoplifted at the local convenience stores.
	One weekend night after an evening of frolicking the neighborhood and scurrying away from a corner store with snack goodies.  Once home and going thru their ill-gotten goods, they noshed, drank beer (also ill-gotten), then got naked and began watching pornos.  
	Somewhere along the porno depicting a Roman-style orgy, David began working his son’s cock.  Alex opened his legs and allowed it.  His attention went from watching the antics of young teen and even pre-teen boys sucking one another as well as doing girls their age and older to watching (and enjoying) the antics his Dad did to him.
	David inserted a finger into his son’s asshole—Alex knew what was next.  After a few moments and Alex’s hole was sore, his cock as hard as a 2x4, Alex and David went into the bathroom.  Into the tub Alex went to brace himself, legs open wide, holding a cheek open while his Dad inserted a long white tube into his asshole.
	Alex clenched his toes and waited for the warm water to rush out of the red odd smelling plastic bottle his Dad held up behind him.  As soon as his anal tract was well filled with the water he had to hold it in  for as long as possible.  Just a few minutes was Alex’s limit and then he had to “go.”  There was no stopping the rush of liquefied poo and he unloaded the funky waste matter into the tub.
	David had a hand held shower thing he washed his son’s ass with, washed out his asshole and then reinserted the douche bag nozzle to fully clean out his son’s rectum.
	A generous lubrication of a particular popular anal lube was applied, then Alex got on his hands and knees back in the living room before the TV, David positioned himself behind his son and fucked him.
	Each ass fucked hurt.  And Alex knew what his Dad was doing to him was wrong.  It wasn’t all bad, but he knew that he was being sodomized and that was wrong-wrong-wrong.  But it was only the beginning…
	After the butt fucking this one time David sat back to wipe off his cock; Alex wiped his gooied hole and sat back to continue watching the porno when David said, 
	“How’s about servicing your ole man?”
	Alex shrugged  and turned to face his Dad preparing to “go down” on his Dad’s cock—not really cognizant of the fact that it had just been pulled from his asshole—but it was a “clean” asshole…

	But David shook his head, smiled, and scooted to lay down on the piled covers on the floor; he presented his ass, pulling a cheek and conveying to his young son “fuck me.”
	Alex stared at his Dad’s hole.  In his mind reigned all that he had seen on the television behind him; guys fucking guys doggie style, on their sides, and with one guy on his back and the other on top of him—but he never thought of he himself doing it!  Being boned by his Dad was on thing, boning his Dad himself was something else.
	But he did it.
	More than once?
	More than once.
	Every visit they got naked and engaged in outrageous sex acts—oral and anal, mutual masturbation and including spanking.  When Alex’s ass was on fire his Dad stopped spanking him and crammed his cock into his hole for a vigorous fucking.  When done, Alex did the same to him.

*

	Although he did sorta-kinda regard his Mom as a “sister”, she WAS his Mom.  He loved her, sure, but the divorce had soured him.  But she had a job and his Dad didn’t, so he had to stay with her.  They didn’t always get along, but that was normal—he was growing and they didn’t always see eye-to-eye.  They buddied around just as much as he did with his Dad, but it was different—she was a girl and girls didn’t understand “guy stuff.”
	Seeing his Mom nude or in her underwear occasionally put new thoughts into Alex’s mind—‘specially after viewing all that porno on his Dad’s TV.  But he never actually thought of actually having SEX with her!  He thought maybe some girl he knew—even after the sex with his Dad he never thought once of engaging in such acts with any boys he knew.  
	Alex’s mind needed time to calm down and reflect—he had had sex with his MOM!  There was that woman, too.  And there was the man who had buggered him—his Dad was better.  But Alex’s cock had went into his Mom’s cunt (in her mouth and asshole, too!)
	There were feelings he couldn’t account for—the screwing was okay, very okay but it was WHO he had screwed that bothered him.  But then, if the situation had been different…

	If his Mom had been okay with it and not forced—then Alex would have felt better with what he had done.  If she WANTED to sex him, willingly, to sit on his face and masturbate, pee on his face and genitals, lick his balls and asshole, and take his cock into her pussy and asshole then he would feel better about it.
	But they had been forced to submit to all those things so it changed everything.  His cock, though, seemed to have a whole different perspective, though; it enjoyed fantastically poking his Mother’s three holes.  Her peeing on his face was kinda gross; and there were “stains” on his cock after fucking her asshole—that very muchly grossed him out.
	He reflected briefly on the stuff he had done with his Dad—and the stuff his Dad had done to him.  Getting sucked by his Dad was one thing, having to suck his Dad was something else all together.  It was kinda gross.  He liked the feeling of being sucked—even when he figured out that it was wrong.  Hand working his cock was one thing—but getting sucked was ten times as better!
	He didn’t so much care for being fucked in the ass and even less cared about having to do it to his Dad.  It was more than just gross and even more than just simply “wrong.”  
	And of course, sucking his Dad’s dick was in a category all its own.
	Slurping the schlongs of the boys and the Man were none too pleasing, either.  He couldn’t describe the “taste”, it lingered long after he had finished, too.  So did the pain in his asshole from the repeated butt poundings.  His eyes were filled with the images of the Man’s balls in his face, the musty smell from the Man’s nuggets and his schlong—not so much different than his Dad’s dick but different just the same.
	After all the naughty stuff with his Mom and the others had taken place the one woman brought him around some piled boxes and where the three boys who had also fucked his Mom were staying.
	“It’s night-night time,” said the nude Woman who had spanked his butt HARD (harder than what his Dad ever did or even his Mom a few times), “be good and all will be alright.”
	The nude man slipped around her and began making his way up the stairs.  The Woman tousled Alex’s hair, smiled to him, “before morning,” she gave instructions, “you will suck on all three of your room mates.”
	Before morning, Alex was to suck on the cock of Greg, Frank, and young eight year old Paul.  Before morning Alex was to “lick butthole” of all three of the boys, suck balls, and “KISS” for five minutes.
	In turn, Frank, Greg, and Paul were to suck Alex, do his balls, lick his butthole, and KISS him like wise.
	“If you don’t, I’ll have your balls ripped off and feed them to your Mother.”
	With that, the nude Woman went up the stairs.
	Alex looked to the boys, he had already been fucked in the ass and mouth by all three of them.  All three had fucked his Mother, peed on her, spanked her, and fucked her asshole.  He sighed and looked forlorn.  Frank shrugged, too, smiled awkwardly,
	“We don’t have to do any of that stuff right off.”  The boy sat down on the only bed, but it was comfy enough to support them all—sort of.  There were boxes along the edges, an extra mattress and sheets.  There, too, was a piss bucket.  A small mini-fridge provided snacks for them to keep their strength.
	Alex turned to actually walk around the built up boxes to where his Mother was.
	“I wouldn’t do that,” said Frank, and he pointed to a small red light diode in a corner.
	“What’s that?” Alex asked.
	“They’re watching us.” supplied Greg.
	“And if you go around there they’ll know.” Spoke up the black boy, Paul.
	Alex wrinkled his nose and fondled his cock and balls.
	‘Shit, can it get any worse!’
	Yep, it can.
	Stay tuned to find out …