August Moone Sagas
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 27
The Great Circle Jerk Panic of ‘49
(Words of Wisdom and other uses for you to use toilet paper)

When someone tells you that your butt is on fire, it’s best to take them at their word…

Josh & Kyle
Scene/Setting:  outskirts of a modern mid-size suburb outside of a modern mid-size city.  Rundown redneck trailer park; old near lifeless cypress trees, oleander bushes/shrubs everywhere, along with massive bottlebrush bushes.  Not a lot of grass; lots of potted plants, lots of cactus in planters and other non-typical containers (old toilets, milk jugs, old tires, old bathtubs, etc.)
	Old tired trailers scattered about almost haphazardly; old cars; old people.  There were kids about, running near naked with some young children barely out of diapers running amok al la natural.  Cam Cameron found it easy to mingle in and not stand out; he wore old sweat stained clothes, needed a shave, his long thick coal dark hair in need of a washing and a trim.  His tall lanky body moved slowly in about behind the trailers as he made “rounds.”
	Space #22; 30 foot trailer with homemade extensions and a smaller trailer melded into the main; a chicken coop (with no chickens), a lawn building (with no lawn), a derelict late model pick-up on cinder blocks, no windows (or doors); a basketball hoop (no net but a basketball (with no air); cactus in containers in the front by the exposed hitch; 40 gal. propane tanks.  The trailer was ok, eight feet wide mostly with the secondary trailer providing the extra living space.  It was “downhome”, sure it was rundown but it was home, homey, homely.
	Two boys were within, in the rear situated bedroom.  The room was kind of small but suitable for a young boy to live—it had a single bed, small dresser that was a seaman’s trunk.  On the walls were fisherman’s netting, seashells of this type and that, deep sea fishing poles, pictures of deep sea fishing boats, pirate boats, and pirates!  A nautical theme!
	There, too, was a small desk with a few knickknacks carrying the same theme, books and magazines on the subject of pirates, sea life, and anything remotely related to living life on the sea.
	On the bed was a boy approx. eleven years young, sandy brown hair, brown eyes, typical eleven year old body style.  His brown cords were down to his ankles, though, along with his underwear.  His plaid shirt was pulled up to expose his chest.  He made moans and groans as his equally exposed cock was slurped on by his best friend, Josh.
	Josh was totally nude.  He was eleven, dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and a raging hard-on.  The hard-on was pressed against the bed and was humping as he sucked his friend.  Kyle humped into Josh’s mouth, made faces (of pleasure) but just couldn’t achieve that glory of glory.
	Young naked Josh stopped his sucking, smacked his lips and eyed his friend’s one-eyed-monster.  He was grinning, strands of spit fell from his boyish lips—spittle and Kyle’s pre-cum.  With fingers wrapped tightly about Kyle’s cock he squeezed and slowly stroked his friend’s shaft, squeezing Josh’s balls, too.
	Kyle almost made audible noises, reared his head back into his pillow, arching his neck and back as he came closer to the ultimate goal.  Josh sensed that his friend was about to explode, he returned to sucking and with a little encouragement from an unknown/unseen force, sucked harder, faster, and slipped a finger into his friend’s butthole.
	Kyle began to “explode.”
	He had cum before, but not often and not with such powerful explosions as when in the mouth of his friend.  He pumped his hips fast as his cock was strained—he could feel his cum shooting thru his cock’s shaft squirting endlessly into Josh’s mouth.
	Josh made displeasing faces, retched once and very nearly vomited as the goo squirting in his mouth sickened him.  But he kept vigil and drained his friend’s schlong in less than a minute after the initial blast off.
	Kyle fondled his own balls, “FUCK!” he exclaimed.  It was utterly fucking fantastic!  His mind was whirl with emotions, he couldn’t think straight for nothing.  A few images there were, of girls he knew, including his Mom.  But they wouldn’t hold and flew around in dizzying whirl.
	His cock satiated it began to soften; cum still leaked from it and pooled on his midriff.  His breathing had began to calm, his heart still throbbed tremendously and he couldn’t even still imagine what it would be like to have a girl do that to him.

	“My turn, bitch!” mouthed off Josh.  Eagerly he crawled up onto his friend’s body.  “Take yer shirt off, ‘ho,” he said, “aint no one gonna be fucking home for a long whiles yet.”
	Kyle held off, licking his lips, mulling it over; at length, though, he removed his shirt then kicked off his pants and underwear to be as nude as his friend.  Josh sat right on Kyle’s cock, grinding his crack onto the flaccid penis beneath him—he had a determined look etched on his face; he was wicked!  But he slid up Kyle’s fine nude body, both bodies were very well tan (all over); Kyle seemed to have a few more scratches, bruises, welts (ass and backside) and scars than friend Josh.  But anyways…
	Kyle scooted along Josh’s chest, scrunching his balls tightly against the friend’s skin so that by the time he got up to Josh’s mouth, he was ready.  So was Josh.  Josh opened his mouth and accepted the full length of Kyle’s cock. 
	‘first time?’
	Josh flung his head side to side as the invading dong was musty and it was a dong!  
	‘yes.’ was the answer.  Josh and friend Kyle had goofed around, peeing and jerking off, teasing one another, peeing on one another, but only lately when their cocks were getting harder and stiffer and the howls of society beckoned them to “further” their education of sex and antics thereof did they began to engage in experimentation.
	Both had keen interests in girls, sure, and both knew a few girls who would probably be naughty with them, but for some reason they decided to experiment with each other first.  Nothing wrong with that!
	Josh kept his eyes closed tight as he worked his head back and forth, Kyle pumped steadily, bracing against the crappy lime green painted paneling before him, his sinewy body stretched out as if he were fucking a girl.  And the boy knew how to fuck a girl, he had done so once before—all three holes over a period of two days—a cousin who had come to visit.  She was a little older and lived some states further north.  But other than that, Kyle was actually not so sexually involved as he claimed.
	Nor was Josh, but Josh didn’t claim to be sexually active; there were only a small handful of girls in the trailer park, and not many of them were “of age.”  He had visions, though, of his Mother.  It was just he and his Mother, and her sister.  Aunt Hailey, though, was unfuckable, she was a little older, had a big butt, big titties, and a face only a wart hog could love.
	Both boys had desires for “girls”, any girl, but they had no firm relationship with any of the girls they knew—they were just regarded as friends.  The girls they knew were sassy and wouldn’t take any guff.

	The girls Josh and Kyle knew were nice, sorta; but just simple “exposure” was all the two got to do; neither boy had gotten to see any girl naked, peeing or other wise.  There were a few “young” girls, but the boys weren’t interested in “young” girls…
	Like Josh, Kyle was unable to cum right off.  He relaxed in his efforts, pulled out and humped his friend’s face.
	‘suck his balls.’
	Josh held back half a moment, but then complied.
	Kyle liked—a lot!
	Josh found the deed even more appalling then simply slurping schlong.  He had only been mildly curious to begin with, ‘I wonder what it’s like?’ he had posed the question earlier in the day after he and Kyle were pissing on some tires behind his home.  Both boys knew somewhat that guys sucked guys—why it was done they didn’t know, it was ‘just a part of sex’  Both figured that girls would do the same and it was probably ten times as better.
	“Yeah, bitch, suck ‘em!” Kyle was more crass than his friend, Josh; more willing to take risks, get into trouble, and be more bolder about everything.  
	Josh was the “go alonger”.  
	But as much as having his nuggets sucked, he couldn’t cum off.  He was in agony.  He jacked off and was getting pissed off.  
	‘settle down.’ 
	Kyle tossed off the command and sat straddling his friend’s chest masturbating as hard as possible.  
	‘fuck his ass.’
	Kyle didn’t slow down his stroking but in his mind there was a pause.
	Butt fucking.  He knew somewhat what that meant and only gay guys did it.  But images filled his mind, focusing on girls he knew and their tight butts.  Slowly Kyle realized that there was, too, the joy of fucking a girl’s ass, like he had done with his cousin and it didn’t mean that you were gay after all.
	Slowly, coated in a sheen layer of dirty sweat Kyle slid back, once more resting his crack on Josh’s cock—which had miraculously gotten stiff again.  
	‘put it in his hole.’
	The idea was gross—even more so than sucking cock (although, he didn’t mind BEING sucked.  The image of Chary Fergeson filled his mind; she was pretty—had a nice chest, sweet smile, great ass.  She liked him (but didn’t like-like him) but that was okay, she was cool and she liked him.

	He thought of Chary sucking his dick.
	He thought of Chary with his dick in her butt.  Many times he saw Chary BENDING over, picking flowers, scooping up a ball, something she dropped and that ass—that girl had a great ass.  Of course, most of the girls in the park had a “great ass.”  Desperately he wanted to see Chary naked, he had seen her in a pair of cut-offs that nearly drove him wild and he could barely stand it.  His sexual knowledge was limited, he just knew that he wanted to be naked with her and that whatever else happened would come naturally.
	Slowly his cock invaded Kyle’s hole.
	‘virgin?’
	The term Kyle knew, basically applying it to a girl’s sexual status and to a guy’s status if they had gotten “laid.”  But “taking it in the ass” and “virgin” didn’t mesh.
	‘have you ever taken anything up the ass?”
	oh, that was more clear.
	The answer was Yes; his twisted Mormon Dad’s half brother and his own bio uncle and a Mr. Mackey his 3rd grade homeroom teacher.  Other than that, no.
	Josh’s hard schlong member went slowly sliding up into Kyle’s rectum.  Kyle winced, made faces, grunted, squeezed his anal muscles tightly to the invading prong, but soon relaxed and let the pumping begin.

*

kids are like monkey, only louder
	With assholes smoldering, young cocks pulsing in soft mode, dripping cum still, Josh and Kyle lay nakedly arms and legs akimbo.  The day was waning, time was short, there were other things to do, other places to go and do things there.
	After Josh had successful unleashed a torrent of boy spunk up into his friend Kyle’s asshole, Kyle nearly blasted off his own spunk load, but managed to curtail until Josh positioned himself…
	The hum of the swamp cooler rattled, cooling the warm air in the dismal trailer.  Josh lay nakedly in a layer of sex sweat, his legs back with his knees nearly touching his shoulders—the position angled his ass and that was where Kyle’s cock slammed.

	After a goodly amount of spittle drenching followed by a generous lubrication of butter—anal penetration was a success.  The event did not go without displeasure—both boys endured pain and discomfort but it with dire determination Kyle managed to successful butt plug his friend.
	It was rough going, Joshua’s backdoor was virginal, he barely even fingered it.  He was curious as all get out about what it would be like to “take it in the ass” and afterwards, he was fairly certain that he didn’t want to go at it again (although he didn’t mind too much plugging his friend’s hole.)
	With the boys very well spent, subduction was easy.  For a time though it was precious, Cam took time in caressing Kyle’s ass.  A light pat, a squeeze, and a prodding of finger to fresh fucked asshole.  The boy was barely aware.  For a time, too, Cam fondled the boy’s barely hairy testicles, squeezing the young pre-teen nuggets to the point where it made the boy uncomfortable and he felt the dire pain.
	At length, Cam parted Joshua’s cheeks and began entering him.  Being significantly larger (in length and girth) young Josh felt the prong penetrating him.  There was nothing he could do to stop it, however, he grunted, groaned, bulged his eyes and thought that it was Kyle’s dick and not a “foreign” cock.
	When Joshua’s asshole steamed he was done.  Cam lay on him partially; he was a handsome boy, a lovely boy.  Seemingly, Cam drank in the boy’s essence as he admired him longingly.  Josh’s mind was blank, no one home, lights out.  His asshole was on fire, his cock and balls singing different tunes but on the same operatic platform.
	Cam turned his attention to Kyle.

	‘when was the last time you got it up the ass?’
	Kyle fidgeted, clenched his hole, but finally brought up the fact that it was his twisted non-bio uncle who had pegged him—‘few weeks ago.’  Kyle didn’t particularly wish to discuss it—let alone dredge it up into memory.  Cam let it be and slid his manhood into the boy’s backdoor, shoving himself in DEEP.
	Noise outside stopped Cam from completion of his task, he paused and listened; the voices of children.  Cam slowly continued his pumping of Kyle’s hole, caressing his sides and feeling the absolute sensations that thrilled him.  His cock jutted great quantities of his love cream; he slammed himself into the boy, squeezing his dick and inputting narly images into his mind:

	‘you love to suck your friend’s cock.  you love to suck his balls.  you love to lick his butt hole.  you love to have him pee on your cock and balls, you want him to pee on you.  you want his cock to fuck your asshole—as often as possible.’
	Other notions of male bonding rituals were implanted, too; the same that had been inserted into Joshua’s mind.  Thereafter, after leaving a copious amount of hot love cream into Kyle’s asshole, Cam crawled out a back window and continued on his way.

*

Sometimes I think there’s no reason to get out of bed; then I feel wet and realize that there is…

Sing Ye High, Sing Ye Low
	(and no, it’s not a Chinese brother and sister)
	Too many things to do and see; he needed to get back to Sally and Pip and check on them, but he had fed them, watered them, and put them into a nice gentle deep sleep.  The need to get them home to England still pressed upon him, he vowed to do so and he always kept his vows—among other things.
	After his fun with Josh(ua) and Kyle Cam Cameron made his way along the so-so back alley of the trailer park, mulling things over.  The alley emptied out to a so-so two lane backcountry county road.  Old trees lined both sides of the road haphazard-like, a misplaced dumpster, shopping cart, abandoned car, and the commonly found tire pile was all about.  Across the way was a community church, a large open gravely parking lot capable of holding more vehicles than the church pews could hold peoples.  A small there was to one side and large fields of mediocre meadows on the other three sides.
	A tall woman in brown slacks and a light brown silk top caught Cam’s eye.  The six children in tow caught Cam’s attention.  One of the girl’s had a wedgie (or an anal itch) and was picking at her butt as she lingered behind.  The other kids followed the tall woman out to the park; one more came out of a side door of the church and eyed the girl picking her butt…
	The tall woman, Sandra Feeber, was a choir director for the nearby church, in tow with her was the choir, kids choir although two of the six members were middle aged teens.  Sandra led the choir to a shady area of the park; here there were trees, newly planted trees, bushes, and boulders helped somewhat seclude the group.  Perfect.

	Two of the middle aged teens were siblings, Kalvin Malloy was fifteen, tall and lanky, goofy looking face, dark hair, dark eyes, kinda more skinnier than normal for his age group but not too bad.  He seemed friendly and Cam saw great things in store for him—he was the one who had lingered behind watching one of the girl’s pick her butt…
	Krista Malloy was his sister, she was a year younger at fourteen.  Unlike her brother, she had flaming red hair, green eyes, and a very nice butt.  She wore semi tight jeans that revealed panty lines.  For fourteen she had a nice rack concealed inside a blue knit top.  Her face was clean but had a few “blemishes”
	Rita Schweir was another member, long strawberry blond hair, skinny bod, stripped jeans that were a wee bit tight, a very happy girl who had no cares whatsoever.  She was twelve and fuckable, very fuckable.
	Brad Watts was twelve, also; sandy brown hair, he seemed sad or depressed and lingered a little out of the “group”, not very talkative and sat with his head down fiddling with his fingers.
	Tom Totts was a year younger, dirty blond hair, a happy-go-lucky kid who was adventurous, playful, and let nothing bother him.  He hung close Ms. Sandra and seemed very likable.
	Lastly was Denise, she, too, was eleven.  Denise had been the one picking her panties out of her butt.  Shoulder length brown hair, very pretty face, short knee length jeans, plaid top tied in a knot at the stomach revealing her tummy button.  Not very much in the titty department…
	That was the group.  Cam checked them over one by one by one.  As the group assembled in the semi secluded area, and no one seemed to be in the church, Cam began to work his magic.  (it was a thing he did…)

*

	Sandra Feeber felt a sudden gush of warm air sweep over her, then there was a ringing in her eyes followed by a momentary blurred vision.  A strange unique sensation of uncomfortable warmth seemed to immerse her body; her nipples perked up and there was a strange curious tingling in her vagina.  
	Looking around in some fright she saw someone, lingering by the great ancient 200 year old cypress tree; then her vision blurred and the ringing in her ears increased.

	Then suddenly her head cleared and the form she thought she saw was gone.  A cool breeze cooled her and she figured she had imagined seeing something/someone who wasn’t there—all the horrid tales on the newscasts was making her paranoid.
	Casually she checked her EMAD detector.
	It seemed to be working, but EMAD detectors only work for those individuals who actually use them.  Checking the kids she saw their EMAD detectors with no flashing warning lights—so all was well.
	Well…
	‘take off your shirt.’
	A sudden knot formed instantly in her stomach.  There was the sudden inability to breath and she felt a terrible headache coming on.  A wave of confusion invaded her mind—along with other more vile invasions.  Someone was talking to her, but it seemed like they were in a canyon, she and the “whoever” was talking to her.  She understood (sorta) that the “whoever” was like speaking directly into her mind.  It was quirky, strange, and frightening.
	Also compelling.
	Sandra saw herself undoing the buttons to her blouse—and no matter how much she did not want to, her fingers seemed to no longer adhere to her commands.  She couldn’t stop herself.  Hardly ever was there a thought to dress and undress herself, it “just happened.”  She went thru the motions of doing things like undressing, wiping her butt, eating, breathing, squeezing out a narly fart in private, opening a bottle of some kind—things that just were in the normal cause of actions w/o great thought in doing so.
	She saw her fingers undoing the buttons and there was no stopping them no matter how hard she thought.  
	“Oh my God!” exclaimed Rita.
	The kids had been yapping and not overly paying much attention until suddenly Rita realized what Ms. Sandra was doing.  She quickly checked her EMAD detector pinned to her shirt and the one to her backpack; nothing.  She gulped and stared wide eyed and mouth agape as the silk brown blouse Ms. Sandra wore was undone and dropped off to the ground.
	Kalvin and the other two boys stared equally in wide eyed expressions, “holy shit” exclaimed Kalvin; “damn!” drawled out Tom.  Ms. Sandra continued undressing, unhitching her bra and revealing a nice set of 34C titties.

	Krista was frightened, someone was obviously using an EMAD, but none of the detectors were detecting such a device was in use.  She looked around in a panic and then was hit with the same wave of warmth and confusion that had stricken Ms. Sandra.
	With her top and bra off, Sandra fought hard against the invading “commands”; ‘stand up’; ‘undo pants’; ‘take pants down’…
	The choir kids stared in awe unable to think (and breathe) as they watched Sandra carry out the commands given to her.  Krista felt the most distressed and panicky—but as she fussed and fought back against the unseen force enveloping her she, too, heard “commands”; 
	‘stop.’; ‘be at rest’; ‘be calm.’
	Krista managed to shake off the first wave of commands—but not the second.  Like Sandra, she saw herself following thru with the other commands:  ‘remove top’; ‘slid down your pants’; ‘lay down’…
	Sandra was topless, the boys (and the girls) eyed her in awe but for differing reasons.  She laid out on the short grass, her tan slacks at her ankles, her knees open; she wore purple panties, bikini style.  There was nice muffin for all to see, a furry burger that was neatly trimmed to just an inch on either side of the “crevice” of pleasure.
	Greatly Sandra tried not to follow thru with the vile commands but she was unable to, ‘resistance is futile’ and so she slipped a hand inside her panties and began fingering herself.
	‘do you finger your pussy, everyday?’
	“NO!” she almost shouted aloud.
	There was a giggle she heard in her head and suddenly there were images flashing almost blinding her.  She saw her current boyfriend, as well as her former boyfriend; then her brother, her best friend’s boyfriend, a youth pastor friend of hers, a girlfriend (different one) and then lastly her Dad.  All of which she had had some sort of sexual contact with.
	Sandra began to cry and her emotions began to erode the “hold” on her.  Unfortunately, she failed to realize that or she would have possibly had a small to slim chance to do something.  Other images flew into her mind; being spanked, bare assed spanked; the horrid death of a close friend; being chased by a dog; almost caught being drunk; streaking across a school campus; and being in the midst of a fire.
	Those images frightened her and subdued her.
	There would be time to dwell on her sexual images later.  After being subdued to submission she lay more calmly and began easing her purple panties down.

	Kalvin, Brad, and Tom stared with wide eyes and shocked faces as Ms. Sandra pushed her panties down.  Kalvin very muchly was aware that  she was under the influence of an EMAD.  He couldn’t ascertain for any certainty that he himself was, or any of the others.
	Then he saw his sister stripping down and knew that they were.
	Sandra lay fingering her pussy, her slacks and panties were bunched up at her ankles, knees open wide for every to see.  She clearly was distressed and did not wish to do such a deed but was no longer in control of herself.  Nor was Krista.  Krista had removed her top, bra, and stood pushing down her pants and panties.  Kalvin being her brother had already seen her in such a state, they were brother and sister and it was a given.  Young Brad and Tom, though, had never seen Krista in such a dress (undress) not even in a bathing suit.  
	‘do you finger yourself?’
	Krista thought she had been socked in the stomach.  There was no way she was going to admit such a deed—but then again, she thought that about standing topless with her pants and panties down among her friends, too.  She twisted anxiously as she struggled to keep the information private.
	‘yes.’ she answered truthfully in her mind.  The images of her laying in her bed fingering herself came to be; she also did so in the shower, on the toilet, and in the company of her brother, Kalvin!  Ah!
	‘suck your brother’s cock?’
	Krista struggled as hard as she could to maintain a lock on the truth and keep the “whoever” from learning.  But she was powerless against the Invading “Voice” and she answered “yes.”
	‘brother fuck your pussy?’
	‘No.’
	‘brother fuck your asshole?’
	‘Yes.’
	Krista was afraid of pregnancy, and greatly so if she should get knocked up by her own brother, that just wouldn’t do; ‘specially with her family so entrenched in the church.  But since they were little kids they had run amok together in the nude, even when they grew older and more modest and well aware that prancing naked in their other’s presence was wrong and virtually forbidden by their parental units.
	They both watched the other masturbate, pee, and go about naked.
	They both mutually fondled one another with Krista only (finally) going down on her brother in the last year.  She didn’t overly care for his spunk spew but there was something about sucking cock that thrilled her—maybe because it was naughty or the fact that it was her brother (or both!)

	Kalvin sucked her titties and licked out her pussy.  She loved it when he did so and knew that his desire was to fuck her, but her fear of pregnancy put a hold on his penetrating her.  At length, though, it was apparent that she was putting her dear brother in agony, so she relented and let him stuff her asshole.  As far as she knew she couldn’t get pregnant from there.
	Kalvin was fairly satisfied with humping her asshole, but still desired to fuck her cunt.  With Krista was Kalvin naughty with only.  He had desires for other girls, some younger and mostly his age with a few older, including young adults and even full women.  That was normal.  He shied away from having narly thoughts about single digit aged girls and had no thoughts whatsoever about engaging immorally sexually with boys.
	Krista stepped out of her clothes, her emotions had been rising but the more she struggled to gain control of herself the more she lost that battle.  So much so was she fighting against “performing” that she didn’t realize that she was—performing.  She came out of her clothes and straddled still standing over Ms. Sandra’s body.  Then she bent over somewhat, spread her cheeks and gave the boys positioned behind her an amazing view of her ass and furry cunt.
	Kalvin had major wood.
	Brad had a pulsing boner.
	Tom had orgasmic bliss in his shorts.

*

	Sitting on Sandra’s face, Krista squirmed as new sensations stemming from her cunny create new weirdness in her body—being licked out by her brother was one thing (and she enjoyed that) but being licked out by someone other than her brother was something else all together.  And being licked out by someone like her choir instructor was fucking unbelievable!
	The thought sorta-kinda had crossed her mind before, casually so—a curiosity of what would it be like to be licked out by another girl.  It was jus a curiosity ‘cause by doing so meant that she was homosexual and that would be wrong.  
	But being curious about such a deed wasn’t wrong, was it?

	Then there was the embarrassment thing to deal with, being nude in front of everyone and then having to perform sexually drove the embarrassment level to new heights.  She had farted while in choir and virtually everyone heard it (in the choir section), smelt it, and knew who had dealt it; she had gotten sick in front of other people; she had peed her pants (when she was eight); and she had been caught kissing a boy with her shirt open (but bra neatly in place) and belched, too—also while in choir practice.
	But being naked, perched on top of a woman had to overshadow all (mostly due to the fact that she was sorta-kinda enjoying it…)  She strove greatly trying NOT to enjoy the act, but Ms. Sandra seemed to have an overly talented tongue that thrilled her uncontrollably from within.
	‘go down on her.’
	The command words she understood but the command itself was elusive.  ‘go down?’  she knew the term “going down” as it referred to a girl “going” up and “down” on a boy’s cock shaft.  How that terminology applied to a girl/woman she didn’t know.
	‘lick her pussy—like she’s licking you.’ the Voice said to her in her mind.
	‘ah.’
	Ah.
	Another curiosity was settled—very a long time Krista had been curious as to what tasting another girl’s pussy would be like.  It was still revolting and very muchly she would rather give the act a try in private.  A “force” seemingly pushed her down into position.
	‘lick her pussy.’
	Krista tried not to and felt sick, revolted, and horribly embarrassed.
	‘lick the pussy.’ the Voice repeated, and did so several more times, each time more forceful.  Each time the Voice spoke there was a strange overwhelming feeling enveloping the young teen, her struggles became less and she felt oblivious to all else.
	Kalvin and the other stood on their knees in total awe watching Krista’s tongue flick into Ms. Sandra’s cunt.  Each boy had major wood stiffening harder and harder in their pants.
	‘take your pants down, underwear, too.’
	Kalvin blinked his eyes, licked his lips and felt a strange feeling rush throughout his body.  “what?” he asked in confusion; and as he did so, he lowered his pants and underwear.  Brad and Tom had done likewise and were standing removing their shirts…

	Sandra clamped her hands tightly to Krista’s butt, pulling the cheeks open driving her tongue all about the teen’s pussy, licking all about the crack and even tonguing the girl’s poop chute.  Krista licked Sandra’s pussy out with some vigor—she was becoming more and more “calm” and accepting.
	Kalvin blinked his eyes hard and tried to finger things out—but there was no fingering anything out; what was was was.  His sister was licking out the poon of their choir director; he was naked, the other choir members were naked, and twelve year old Rita Schweir was on her knees before him, addressing his cock.
	In addressing his cock she eyed it firstly, then gripped the Stiffy with one hand, fingers about the elongated prong, and began to squeeze.  The other hand firstly cupped his balls, squeezed them, then began to caress his ass.  The girl’s mouth came up to his cock and he thought he heard someone say “suck it.”
	Krista paused long enough in her actions to watch her brother getting blown by Rita.  Krista had regained some of her “self” and was “aware.”  Whether that was by design cause, she was allowed, or what wasn’t clear.  She still was unable to stop what she was doing, make a fuss, or react in the manner of which should be normal.  She remained perched on Ms. Sandra’s face, reeling in the feeling of being eaten out.  Rita fully engulfed Kalvin’s cock…

	Brad Watts, twelve, really-really tan, good family, boyish charm, smaller testicles than normal boys his age, uncircumcised schlong.  He stood straddling Ms. Sandra’s body, standing poised before Krista.  
	Krista sat up and although she had slurped on Kalvin’s dong, sucking someone else’s didn’t appeal to her.  She had amorous hard up boyfriends and felt their prongs pressing against her and knew that the boy wanted more than anything for her to blow them, but she hadn’t.  It wasn’t that she didn’t want to or was loyal to only sucking her brother’s cock, she just didn’t want a “rep.” (a Christian girl with the rep(utation) of cock sucking just wasn’t good)
	‘virgin?’
	Yes.
	‘jerk off?’
	Yes.
	‘ever get caught?’
	Yes.
	‘get your ass beat?’
	Yes.

	No sister had Brad, but he had cousins, girl cousins and sometimes they stayed over and sometimes he got to see them in their underwear, and even less!  The girls were older and younger and he was only interested in the older ones.  
	‘you like her?’ Krista.
	Yes.  Hell yes.
	‘you’d like seeing her naked?’
	Yes, oh yes, oh hell yes!
	‘you’d like to fuck her?’
	Young Brad was unable to answer that as he had just begun to spew…

	Krista had “taste” the flew of cock spew, she actually sorta-kinda liked it.  Sorta-kinda.  The first few times sickened her and she had vowed never to do it again (suck cock until it came off in her mouth); but then she did and did it again—and again—and again and soon the taste of splooge wasn’t all that bad.
	She drained Brad’s cock, swallowing his cock whole, fondling his young balls and squeezing his bare ass—on her own accord.  Afterwards, she smacked her lips and gyrated her sopping wet tingling cunt on Sandra’s face.  Brad pressed his cum squirter against Krista’s face, face fucking her as his cock refused to die out and soften.  Krista gobbled his balls, nuzzling his shaft with her nose and sending them both into a new euphoria of ecstasy.
	Young eleven year old Denise lay out on the ground, naked, pants and panties at her ankles.  She was a slim girl, small-small breasts, hair in pig tails, a sweet young innocent face, and not sexually “active.”  She was “aware” of sex, sex positions, actions, and etc., it was hard to escape due to all the fuss reported on the daily news as well as the talk of such at school and in her peer social group.  But as unto herself, she did not fingering her sex; and her “sex” was hairless, she had no pubes—they hadn’t come in yet.
	Young eleven year old Tom Totts, though, had pubes, a normal sized cock and balls, but had a few “scars” on his body.  He wasn’t a “scraper” but a boy who got into adventurous adventures that were dangerous.  He was a so-so masturbator; he, too, was aware of “sex” and depravity and had a mild inclination of knowing what that referred to.  Only a mild interest there was in girls (also a mild interest in guys…)
	Tom eased himself down between Denise’s opened legs, between her knees.  Her body resembled more of a ten year old, or even younger.  Tom’s mind went on the blink so he was very easy to put into motion.  Young Denise so petrified was easy to control, too.  Tom firstly licked out her pussy, probed it with his finger and tongue and then cock…  		
*

	She retched, gagged, choked, and nearly verily spewed back the spew that had splashed inside her mouth, coating her tonsils.  She had heard of girls sucking a guy’s dick but wasn’t privy to knowing that a guy expelled such gooey liquid as a result—she wasn’t too keen on it and was quite sure that on her own she wouldn’t do such a deed so readily.
	Kalvin, on the other hand, liked it.  He did wish that it was on better terms and not “forced”, but so far the group was not being harmed as much as what he heard other folk had been so on the news.  It seemed that there was a rash of peoples being forced to submit into sexual depravity for the bizarre sexual gratification of the possessor of an EMAD.  Kalvin was quite sure that they were all under the power of someone such.
	Rita sat back; on her face was a lot of his jiz, a lot more had went down her gullet.  The powerful explosions of ejaculation had been tremendous and very satisfying.  Young Rita pursed her lips and seemed none the worse for what had happened.  She folded her hands on her lap to conceal her private area and waited.
	His sister, Krista, had successfully brought young Brad to orgasm, the boy remained steadfast before her humping her face, caressing his own ass and reeling in the joy of getting a wondrous hummer.  On the ground beside was Tom and Denise, Tom on top of Denise and they were hard at it, Denise’s clothes off of her ankles with her panties around her left ankle.  Their bodies were meshed together as Tom’s cock was in Denise’s love canal.  Both pre-teens were virgins; Tom occasionally hammered his cock, usually just in the shower and sometimes in bed.  His mind, though, was not on sex or sexual relations but baseball, climbing hills, hang gliding, burping contests, and go-carting.  A mild interest in girls; girls who had tight swish-swaying butts and bouncy titties, sweet smiles, and smelled good.
	Denise fingered her snatch box “occasionally.”  Like Tom, her interest was not directed to sex but singing in the choir, clothes, fashions, drawing, and being liked.  
	So Tom and Denise engaged in their first sex act.  Both experience mixed emotions, both were slightly “aware” of what was going on; both felt strange stirrings in regards to their sex; both experienced some minor discomfort in the deed with both reeling in bliss after the deed was done.
	Tom ploughed his cock into Denise’s pussy, the girl arched her back at the sudden intrusion, screwed up her pretty face and was not from the onset too much into the deed of being laid.

	Their union lasted only a few minutes, their clothes got very dirty as did their nude bodies.  Once young Mr. Tom was fully engaged and the natural instinct to “fuck” took over, he went full bore and engaged without further prompting from “the Voice.”
	Being the young girl’s first time, Denise wasn’t too keen on the deed; there was only a momentarily brief period of “bliss” the girl found to her liking, but all in all it made her cunny kinda sore.  

*

	‘go behind her.’
	Kalvin felt a slight wave of sickness sweep over him, he shook it off, “got a grip” and positioned himself behind his sister.  For a moment he stared at her ass; it was not so great an ass when clad in pants or a dress or a skirt—which was her normal attire.  But in panties and an occasional swim suit the ass was good.  
	Her legs were spread straddling Ms. Sandra’s face; Kalvin looked right to Krista’s crack, her dirt chute, and furry cunt.  He liked—a lot!  They had “messed” around for a long time, as brother and sister sure they had seen one another in “various stages of undress”.  They were brother and sister and close in age so it was a given.  Fooling around lightly with Kalvin pressing his hard prick against Krista’s ass, her crack, dirt chute, and even to her cunny was also a given; just no penetration save for the mouth.
	In Kal’s mind he understood on his own that he was probably going to get to fuck.  He wasn’t sure how Krista would feel about it—but then again, didn’t have a choice.
	‘lick her hole.’
	Kalvin wasn’t too enthusiastic about that deed; fucking her whole was one thing—licking it out was something else.
	Firstly there was the caressing of Krista’s ass, his cock had gone soft after the dramatic cock suck from Rita, but after eyeing Krista’s nakedness, Rita and then Denise and Tom having sex, Kalvin’s cock quickly began to rise to life.  As he parted Krista’s cheeks, Krista began holding a cheek open herself.  Sandra latched onto Kalvin’s balls with one hand and caressed his ass with the other…
	Kalvin thought to himself, ‘hey, this aint so bad…’

	Krista arched her back and fluttered her eyes at the first attempt at full anal penetration from her brother.  She was thankful for all the times that she had let her horny brother hump her hole—even though it was kinda gorss and she needed to be “clean” before he did her and the prepping her asshole before letting her brother fuck it was gross, too.
	As Kalvin made complete anal entry, Sandra from underneath stopped his balls from slapping so—by latching onto them with her mouth.  Krista had begun fingering her pussy (Sandra’s) and it set the woman on fire.
	Rita Schweir, still with a mouthful of cum positioned herself on her hands and knees straddling Denise’s face.  She was mere inches from sitting on the eleven year old; Brad’s cock had sufficiently regained its composure and was ready to go at it again—this time in a tighter hole.
	As Kalvin settled into normal mode of sodomizing his sister’s cornhole, Brad entered Rita’s cornhole.  The girl didn’t overly care for it; she arched her back, eyes bulged and tried to speak but was unable.  Brad dutifully exercised caution and slowly made the penetration.  
	As Kalvin continued butt hole exploration he saw a man among them.
	He was nude, tall, lanky, and in serious need of a bath.  He had long stringy dark hair and wild set eyes almost a yellowish color, wild eyes, wild fucked up eyes.  He resembled very muchly the atypical escaped lunatic wild man.  The man cocked his head, worked his massive cock and guided it into Rita’s already opened mouth.
	Rita sucked the long dong and didn’t react too awfully bad to doing so, Kalvin guessed that she was “under the control” of the naked wild man—and he would be right.  Rita couldn’t swallow the whole thang, but she swallowed the head and three inches; her nostrils flared and blew snot as she suffered the indignity of cock sucking a man’s cock.
	Tom stood in front of the shocked Krista who also witnessed the nude wild man’s antics.
	‘suck his dick.’ she was told calmly.
	Sweat rolled off the nude girl’s body, everywhere.  Her asshole was on fire and so was her cunny.  Her nipples hurt and her mind was in uproar with emotions screaming every which way.  As Kalvin began entering into that realm of euphoric bliss, the man in Rita’s mouth pulled out and began slapping her face with his cock.
	The man had a cock.
	Not a dick.
	Not a schlong.
	Not a “willy”.
	A cock.  Eight inches of tube steak that was also thick.

	Krista devoured all of Tom Totts’ eleven year old pud, the boy got into it and didn’t care or even know what was going on around him.  he concentrated solely on getting blown.  Krista was good, she sucked him whole, caressed his ass and balls, and then drained every drop of his boyish love juice.  It was one big squirt followed by a few more juts of ejaculatory jiz and then he was done.
	Krista swallowed the spunk and watched in some horror as the wild nude man was positioned down between Denise’s legs, entering her freshly devirginized pussy with his cock.  ‘oh my God!’ Krista exclaimed.
	“IT HURTS!  IT HURTS!” cried out Denise in dire agony.
	The naked wild man with tan leathery skin paid no attention to the young girls distress and shoved at least two inches of hard manhood into her sex.  Rita sat down on the girl’s face so as to muffle her cries—directed to do so by the wild man, of course.  Brad was pissed and looked like he was about to do something.
	Kalvin did—he came.  A sudden release of pent up urges sprang forth from his cock jutting large juts of jizum into Krista’s anal tract.  He continued to pump long after  cumming off; hands tightly gripped to his sister’s sweaty hips, his cock still stiff enough to give pleasurable joy to the narly act of sodomy.
	Tom stood off to one side holding his pud and balls staring at the wild man who was raping Denise.  He was troubled with what he saw and was experiencing, but powerless to do anything about it.  Brad made a feeble attempt at rushing the wild man but was backhanded quickly and sent sprawling to collide with the boulder that hid them from public view.
	When Brad regained his senses,
	‘suck it.’
	The boy blinked his eyes, slung his head to clear the waves of sickness and clouds of “huh?”; before him stood his friend, Tom.  Tom had a so-so hard cock, he held it firmly at the base, waggling it before Brad’s face.
	Brad in no way what-so-fucking-ever was going to suck another dude’s dong.
	Yes way.
	Brad flung his head to and fro, pursed his lips tight and refused.
	Chaos reigned supreme…
	Kalvin felt strange, a strange feeling overcame him, overwhelmed him and he was not himself—he had his mind but not his body.  He couldn’t call out, he couldn’t verbally protest—he could only watch as his body scooted along on its knees to position himself behind Brad’s ass.

	‘oh shit.’ Kalvin seethed.
	Krista hung her head and lay down on Sandra’s body.
	Rita lay curled up in a fetal position whimpering quietly.
	Denise sat on her hands and knees, face planted on the dirt crying; behind her the wild naked man assaulted her ass—spanking it with his hard blood coated cock, then fingering not so nicely her virgin asshole.
	‘finger it.’
	Kalvin had no desire whatsoever to finger fuck a dude’s rectum.
	He resisted.  The commands came shouting almost into his mind but Kalvin saw that he could resist.  He didn’t know how but he saw that he did have some control over his actions.  But how long that would last he didn’t know, he was tiring.  A ringing there was in his ears, he felt bile retching up into his throat and there was the inability to breathe, too.
	The commands suddenly stopped.
	There was nothing but the sullen air about them.
	Krista could feel Sandra’s heart pounding against her.  Brad looked as if though he had been spanked with a belt, he breathed hard and sweated harder; eyes were bulged and he seemed to struggle with labored breathing.  Behind him Kalvin held firm, but was watching something that was even more horrid than anything he had seen thus far.
	Against a smaller boulder young Denise was positioned against, her arms tied outward from her body with a rope that went around the rock.  Her legs then were pulled upward and secured with a rope, too; the rope was attached to the rope that went around the rock and all that rope was attached to an iron spike used on railroad ties implanted into the ground.
	Then, Denise’s ass was lashed with a fan belt.
	All around the outer area of the church’s parking lot were bits of “stuff”; old tires, wheel rims, washing machines, plants, paint cans, and car parts.  One of the “car parts” was a well used thin fan belt.  The belt lashed Denise’s ass until the message was clear (to Kalvin) ‘finger fuck his (Brad’s) asshole or she suffers.’
	Just three lashes was enough to bring Kalvin into compliance, along with Denise’s ass into bleeding.  The wild madman began spanking the girl’s pussy, using the vertical method against her sex and that hurt even worse!
	Brad parted his cheeks and Kalvin made anal entry using his fingers.
	‘lick his hole.’
	Kalvin gulped and felt extremely ill; Krista bowed her head pounding her forehead into the dirt and gravel.  When she looked up she thought she saw the wild naked man stumble.  He had at least stopped lashing Denise but had he stumbled for some other reason?

*

	Despite closing his eyes tight, the image of Denise having her ass (and pussy) lashed by the fan belt filled Kalvin’s mind.  He pumped until he could pump no more and successfully unloaded his love cream into Brad’s asshole.  Brad gave a satisfying orgasm himself, spewing his mess onto Rita’s body as she lay underneath him, sucking his balls.
	After finger fucking Brad’s cornhole, stuffing in not one, not two, but as many as THREE fingers into the twelve year old’s shit tube, Kalvin got the message, ‘fuck him.’  He knew that it was not further fucking with his fingers or tongue…
	Brad knew it, too.  And at first he had resisted being stabbed in the ass but for the sake of Denise he finally relented.  It wasn’t easy, though, his asshole he found that he didn’t overly control and as Kalvin touched him with his hard-on, Brad’s hole clamped up shut.  He had been well fingered and lubed with spittle but still, anal penetration wasn’t going to go smoothly.
	With the advent of Kalvin’s cum shooting and filling Brad’s anus as well as several intense minutes of serious butt plunging, Brad’s hole limbered up enough to allow generous pleasure.  Kalvin pulled out and sat back utterly exhausted.  Unbeknownst to him at that particular time, he was totally on his own will.
	Meanwhile, against his will, Brad slurped the schlong of Tom.  Tom couldn’t believe it and couldn’t imagine what being sucked was liked.  He kinda liked it, and assumed that being sucked by a girl would be even better!  Slowly he pumped Brad’s mouth, one hand on his hip the other squeezing his dick.  He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to enjoy it or what—but he did anyways.
	Unable to cum after several minutes the boy staggered over to be behind Krista’s ass.  His mind totally blanked out at that point—he was beyond all measure of cognizance as the whole event taking place was mind boggling.  He would have preferred screwing Denise on his own will, her own will; but in the back of his mind, too, was the thought that he actually wouldn’t mind being “forced” by someone with an EMAD to make him fuck.  He didn’t care too much about the torturing stuff but other than that…
	Krista pulled a butt cheek open and Tom made entry.
	Brad lay on Rita, entering her pussy after he spent several minutes licking it, fingering, plunging a finger into her dirt chute and closely eyeing her delicate cunt.  Though he had just ejaculated onto her chest moments earlier his cock raged hard and was sufficient enough to fuck.

	Tom took his turn filling Krista’s asshole, all three boys had ridden her backdoor to fulfillment, all three boys were in total mind blowing awe with the whole sordid event.  The feelings in their dongs and yea even their balls was more than they could ever imagine.  The concepts of “sex” were now more perplexing than they had conceived from the onset.
	Kalvin reluctantly put his pud into Denise’s tortured cunt, he tried very hard not to “get into it” but as the sex act progressed, the feeling was irresistible and he “enjoyed” it.  It was awkward with the girl haphazardly secured to the rock and it was clear that she was in great pain and dire distress.  Kalvin had misgivings, he was the oldest and should be able to show some sort of chivalry about the ordeal; but was powerless with him being subdued by the wild man with the EMAD.
	Rita, also, received Kalvin’s bone, mouth, pussy, asshole.  He only managed to cum in her asshole.  After Brad had fucked Krista’s backdoor with all his might to no success of cumming off, he stuffed her pussy while Ms. Sandra suckled his balls.
	He came in under two minutes.
	
There are many different religions in this world, but if you look at them carefully, you'll see that they all have one thing in common:  They were invented by a giant, superintelligent slug named Earl. 
	Sirens wailed as evening settled, Cam nonchalantly made his way along behind the misaligned trailers to the one that was abandoned.  The two English children, Sally and Pip were still within, they were hungry.  Cam prepared for them a meal, it was crappy—he walked down to the lone phone booth not interested at all at the chaos at the church across the street.  He ordered a pizza and then waited for the delivery.  Trailer folk ran amok, stood and gossiped, pissed in the bushes and waited until the police began migrating to ask “questions.”
	The delivery driver arrived, Cam paid him and then nonchalantly mosied back to his trailer.  After the kids had had their fill there was naught to do but take a bath.  There was no electricity to the trailer but there was running water.  Cam had the brother and sister bathe together; their ears were still extremely sore where the fuck Champ Squiggly had shoved their heads thru the iron bars of a bed.  After the bath they lay together nakedly on a bare mattress and went to sleep.

You can have many different jobs and still be lazy
	In the morning it was a new day, a new challenge, a new ordeal to pursue.  A small contingency force of law enforcing type officials had camped out at the church parking lot—looking for evidence.  Cam spent time hooking up the trailer to electricity and switching out the empty propane tanks for one that had propane.  If anyone was the wiser they didn’t say or protest; mostly they didn’t notice—Cam was sneaky.
	The kids minded the trailer, remained inside and cleaned it up to make it a little more livable.  When police investigators came snooping around posing questions—Cam merely “swept them away” using Obe-Wan techniques.  They were men, middle aged and Cam definitely was not interested in them.
	But the second pair of investigators were of interest…
	One was tall, robust, and from a foreign land.
	So was the other, but not as tall.
	The first had extreme curly hair to her shoulders, 34B titties, very shapely bod (inside a cumbersome police uniform) and was married to a police captain; she herself was a police sergeant with seven years on the force.
	The second was Japanese, a few cunt hairs under six foot in height, very nice round face, a serious look upon her, good sized titties, and a friendly smile.
	Their male counterparts were still roaming the park w/o a lot of success.  Officers Tammy Tenile and Melissa Akeri fell to quick prey to Cam’s masterful seduction.  Just a quickie, he had other things to do that day.

	Officer Tenile was of Russian origin; she was a mix of being “robust” as well as “soft.”  Along with her weaponry, consisting of a 9mm Glock, MACE, Pepper Spray, Ear Piercing Siren, Stun Gun, Tazer, brute force, she had the latest development in EMAD detectors and preventors.
	None of those worked against one who utilized other methods of Mind Control rather than electronic devices.  Tammy Tenile stood with her uniform top off, her weapon/utility belt off, pants and panties at her ankles.  She was married and got “dicked” on a semi-regular basis.  Cam tried prying into her mind to uncover any narly bits of information—but when he did he got ill—dizzy and flush and that pesky ringing in his ears had returned invading deep into his mind.

	For a moment or so he experienced genuine fear—and he didn’t care for it.  He feared being “arrested” and his freedom seriously quelled.  He didn’t care for to be locked up in a small confined place—he had a phobia about that.  He didn’t care to be sent back to that hospital where even more experiments were undoubtedly awaiting him.
	And mostly, he just didn’t care for “fear.”
	When he stopped “prying” the ringing in his ears ceased.
	He settled for laying the woman down on the 1960s sofabed and plowing her pussy.  With her eyes bulging, mouth opened wide, body undulating madly it was a safe bet that she had never been fucked by such a masterful cock.  Cam slid all the way into her sex and slowly pumped her; her eyes fluttered and she tried to make sounds but was unable to.
	Half way along the way to bringing the woman to orgasm a brilliant bright light screamed out of her mind and into Cam’s.  Once more there was a brief moment of fear.  When the brilliant light was extinguished Cam saw the woman sucking off a boy.  She herself was a mere teen; she had a good set of boobies, naked, fur on her snatch, but not yet fifteen.  The boy was, though; rugged, firm, muscular; he had a nice bod.
	He also had a helluva cock!
	That was the imagery tic, after slurping on the massive schlong of the fifteen year old boy she laid out on some haybales inside a barn.  The handsome boy with a cock a horse would be envious of slid on top of her; they kissed, he fondled her titties and she caressed his backside, her legs wrapping about his waist.  Soon, his 8-incher went gliding nicely into her cunny and she pumped into him.
	In college years later she engaged sexually with a strap-on, a strap-on that was attached to a roommate.  After several furious moments of intense pumpings, the roommate pulled out and Tammy took the life-like member into her mouth and sucked it whole.  There after she submitted to be spanked and then fucked in the ass by the phallic.
	Cam found no other misbehavings from the officers and joyously unleashed a torrent of his love cream.  He was nearly drained, a headache pestered him and a knot was in his stomach.  Sitting in the small hallway was Sally and Pip, watching.  Cam’s mind hold on them was good; his hold on Tammy and Melissa were questionable.

	The hold he had had on the church choir members had been good.  But he knew, too, that there were lapses in his “hold”; mostly he understood that it was due to high emotions; when a “victim/subject” had been subjected to high levels of anguish then the mental hold on them was eroded.

	Cam had no idea if there was a way to overcome that.
	After a time of Sandra noshing on Krista’s cunt, petrified Rita took stance and was licked out while Kalvin, Brad, and Tom fucked the girl’s asshole.  Rita firstly had to suck the boys’ cocks until the cock was very stiff and lubricated; then the boy went behind the girl, licked her asshole, fingered it in preparation, then entered the hole with his cock and fucked for several minutes.  If he came, great; if he didn’t, then his ass was lashed with a fan belt until he did.
	After Rita, it was Denise.
	The boys once more had the same task but after fucking Rita’s mouth and asshole, the ability to maintain an erection AND cum got harder.  But the lashing increased with the boys non-compliance.  But each boy finally did so and then were virtually useless thereafter.  They lay crumbled in a heap unable to move, their puds leaking cum, the energy gone.  (so was the Mind Lock but they were not aware of that fact.)
	Cam took over.  To Sandra first, going into her sex for a wondrously five minutes while Krista, Denise, and Rita lay out on the ground beside them fingering themselves.  The boys held their puds and moaned in agony.  The girls whimpered, Sandra both whimpered, moaned, and seethed with anger.
	When the orgasm finished, Cam sat back and beckoned for Krista.
	The teen slowly crawled over and began sucking on the cock that had just came out of Ms. Sandra’s cunt.  Meanwhile, Denise, who’s ass was cut to ribbons by the fan belt torture earlier, licked the cummy cunt of Ms. Sandra along.  Rita sucked on Cam’s balls.
	All three girls felt ill in doing their deed; Krista nearly vomited and Denise came closest to doing so.  Rita snorted snot as she breathed hard with Cam’s musty balls in her mouth.  She also had to caress his ass while she sucked and soon Cam’s cock was brought to full stiff mode once more.
	Quickly he put Krista on her hands and knees and made vaginal entry from behind her.  Rita took over licking Ms. Sandra’s cunt while Denise held Cam’s balls and caressed his ass while he pumped.  The boys remained curled in their fetal positions, but were no longer moaning, they were just “watching.”
	Denise’s turn came nextly, sucking Cam’s foul cock after it had done its business in Krista.  Rita slurped on Krista’s cunt as she laid out on her backside heaving.  Cam saw that she had mixed feelings raging within her—she liked the feeling of a big cock satisfying her cunny; but the manner of which it had professed pissed her off.

	Krista and Denise held Rita’s legs back as the wild mad man raped her.  His cock was far too big for her cunny to accept so the intrusion seriously hurt and damaged her.  Cam was at the brink of distress himself, to his mind and to his cock.  But he was ritualistic and made penetration just the same.
	Not all of his cock did, just a portion—but it was enough to tear the girl’s vagina.  He was unable to cum, too, so with the girls holding Rita’s legs back even further, Cam stuffed himself not so nicely into the child’s asshole and reamed her until she fell away into unconsciousness.
	Was he thru then?
	Not hardly.

	With his frolicking with the girls complete (almost) he turned his attention to the boys.  More ritualistic doings—didn’t want to break a trend!  The boys had no energy to fight but Kalvin tried as when he was positioned on his hands and knees he knew what was coming.
	The fan belt lashed his ass and stopped his antics of non-conformance.  
	Brad stood poised on numb legs in front of Kalvin, his cock at half mast.  The boy’s nude body streaked with sweat, blood, welts, bruises, and tears.
	‘suck it.’
	Kavlin protested, to himself.  His stomach revolted at having to perform such a deed, but his ass couldn’t take too much more of the fan belt beating.  Closing his eyes, cupping Brad’s nuggets, Kalvin accepted into his mouth the twelve year old’s cock.
	Meanwhile, behind him, the nude wild man crammed a broomstick into his ass.  Kalvin made a fuss at the assault,
	‘keep sucking or I’ll shove it all the way thru and out your friend’s ass.’
	The imagery of the broom stick going thru his body, out his mouth, into Brad’s body and out his ass made Kalvin retch uncontrollably.  He vomited onto Brad’s cock and balls and heaved frenziedly for several minutes.  
	When Kalvin had regain some of himself, Brad settled on the boy’s face, his balls (cleaned) nestling into his mouth.  Young Tom Totts settled onto Kalvin’s cock, his mouth tasting Brad’s dick.  Behind him, the broomstick worked its way into the boy’s hole…

	When Tom began to show signs of severe distress, the broomstick was removed and new thing was inserted.  With steady pumpings Tom knew.  The day had gone and it was evening type time, the air was still warm, Tom thought of home; it was Saturday night so it was fried fish, tacos, or pizza.  Tom felt the intrusion to his asshole “growing”.  The “intrusion” in his mouth was growing, also—AND spewing!
	Tom hurled.
	The prospect of sucking the wild man’s cock after it had just been freshly explunged from Tom’s shitter made Brad hurl, too.  The man’s cock was “coated”—stains of the anal tract, blood, and other fluids made Brad retch, gag, and spew.  So to the boulder the boy was dragged then tied to the boulder with his arms pulled nearly out of their sockets, then his legs bent back until he was in extreme serious discomfort.
	Then the fan belt lashed his ass until he fell away into unconsciousness.  His friends thought surely he was dead.  Each had to come to him, lick his asshole, suck his balls, suck his cock, and kiss him.  The girls revolted at licking bung hole.  That was very-very gross.  Somehow, though, they summoned up their strength and spent two minutes each licking Brad’s rim.  About a minute on the ball washing—during which time they finger fucked his asshole.  Thereafter a goodly amount of time slurping schlong.  During which time the girls denoted that the boy was not dead, he breathed and his cock got hard.
	For the boys, Kalvin and Tom were none too pleased with licking out a guy’s asshole.
	‘lick his hole, or suck my cock.’ they were told.  Some choice.
	Kalvin closed his eyes tight and began licking Brad’s rim.
	Sucking Brad’s balls was even worse; the fan belt came lashing against his backside, back, ass, and thighs when he hesitated.  Then, just to his ass while sucking Brad’s nuggets.
	The cock sucking was taken with a little more reverence and done so without so much retching and gagging.  The pangs to his backside took precedence.  
	After slurping schlong, there remained the “kiss.”
	Licking a dude’s asshole, sucking his balls, slurping his schlong—all were top things to make one hurl.  Giving another guy a “kiss” was the epitome of gross.  Kalvin, though, could no longer endure the lashings and was assured that once he completed the task of kissing Brad, all would be well.
	Famous last words…

	Slowly did his tongue slip into Brad’s mouth as his lips engulfed Brad’s.  A few times had Kalvin kissed a girl, but never very passionately.  He had seen lovers kissing, boy-girl, but guy on guy he hadn’t and didn’t want to.
	As the kiss lingered, Brad moaned and slowly began to become “aware.”
	Kalvin began to panic—it was bad enough that Tom and the girls, Ms. Sandra were standing, sitting about “watching” but for the one he was kissing to know about it was too much.
	Kalvin broke the kiss before he was told to and stood back.
	The fan belt across his backside nearly put him into orbit.

	Eight minutes.  It took Kalvin eight minutes to cum into Brad’s asshole.  This after Sandra, his sister Krista, Rita, and Denise sucked his cock, his balls, and masturbated him (and themselves).  As darkness settled the boy pumped as hard as he could into Brad before releasing a huge quantity of jiz.
	Krista had the task of sucking her brother’s dick, or licking clean Brad’s tortured cum filled asshole.  She retched, gagged and nearly spewed but chose licking the splooge from Brad’s shitter.
	Then she regretted it ‘cause then Denise had to suck Kal’s cock, Rita sucked his balls.  Sandra sucked on the wild naked man’s cock and when he was hard—he shoved it into Brad’s anus.

	For a long while he had contemplated; he had surgical silk (3.0 silk) and sanitizing/anestheizing spray, and two years medical residency experience.  ‘close up the wound’ he had been instructed.  Some wounds were long, some were deep; some were gashes, some were small cuts separating the skin and some were vaginal crevices.
	Cam was inordinately fascinated by the human cunt.
	He regarded it more than for sexual pleasure—it was a wound opening that needed suturing.  Cam had the skills necessary to facilitate such a procedure.  Krista Malloy lay out on a pile of tires, legs spread wide, mind gone.  Darkness had come and soon the parental units of the choir would be ascending upon the church in search of their overdue offspring.  
	Cam ran his suturing needle up and down the heaving girl’s “wound”.  It had been sprayed with the sanitizing spray followed by the spray that numbed the skin sufficiently so as it would not feel the needle piercing.
	In his mind was a whirring, a drone that had not been there before.  

	He felt hot, ill, and other feelings that he could not name.  Something was happening (to him) that he could not figure—no reason why or anything.  Well, maybe there was a “reason” why—overuse of his mental abilities.
	Krista twitched and reacted somewhat as the needle pierced her “outer lips”; a little more of the numbing spray and a brief one minute wait and then the procedure to close up the wound opening continued.
	There wasn’t much silk thread left, he would have to visit a hospital to get resupplied so after Krista, there was the sewing of Sandra’s snatch wound and then young Rita.  He was out of numbing spray by the time he got to sewing Rita’s cunt, so Kalvin had to sit on her face with his balls in her mouth while she screamed in her pain and extreme agony.  Kalvin held her flailing legs back and could only stare in utter awe as he saw what the madman was doing.
	With Rita’s pussy sewn shut, a new decision was made…
	Brad was already fairly well tortured, so was Kalvin.  That left Tom.  Tom had been lashed with the fan belt as well as well sodomized by the broomstick.  Cam put Kalvin on top of Sandra and got them “going”.  The sheer darkness disallowed their ability to “see”; to see their young friend (Tom) taken by the wayside, he was too dumbfounded to know his fate and in an instant it was over anyways…
	The lights of a car stabbing into the darkness of the church parking lot motivated Cam to mosey on.  His deed was done and he was tired.  He collected the testicles from Tom and as he entered the trailer park property he discarded the sac into the food bowl of a family dog.

*

	In the trailer:  Officers Tammy Tenile and Melissa Akeri were stripped down; their shirts off but undershirts and bras still intact.  Their uniform slacks down, utility and weapon’s belts removed.  Cam’s mood, though, had been quelled somewhat—mostly due to the pounding headache that persistently pestered him.  There was no mind probing, he barely had the ability to subdue their minds.  He felt weak and drained, but had enough “umph” to make progress in having sex with the two.  
	Tammy Tenile’s pussy was neatly trimmed, she had a butterfly tattoo on one side in blue ink, a raging unicorn snorting and rearing up on the other side.  Her pussy was tight and snug fitting, pleasing to Cam’s cock.  As he humped her her nipples became pert.  He suckled them and wished he had the company of Kalvin, Brad, or Tom—or all of them!

	Officer Melissa Akeri’s pussy was shaven clean and she wore bikini panties.  No tats had she but she did have a nipple ring and a belly ring.  Cam’s love cream coated her partner’s snatch, he had Sally come lick it clean and when after several enduring minutes of screwing Melissa, he had her lick that pussy, too.
	The young timid English girl sucked on Cam’s tool, too.  Cam imagined her with her pussy sewn, she had a sweet face and seemed to be a natural cock sucker!
	Before they were missed Cam “released” the two officers, their poons had been soiled but cleaned, their clothing returned to them and they were sent along their way oblivious to what had happened to them.
	Cam slept the rest of the day.

When you borrow something from your neighbor, always do it under the cover of darkness
	The trailer wasn’t well stocked and Cam didn’t know just how long he would “lay over” before moving on.  There was a yearning within him to keep moving, his destiny lay beyond—somewhere.  On the afternoon of the second day he mosied out of the rundown trailer park and down the road.  Not far was another trailer park, a little better than the one he was residing in.  And across the street from it was a small grocery store.  
	For reasons unknown, Cam kept to the far side of the road, the side where the trailer parks were situated.  There were a few more trees that were not as old and tired as the ones in the previous park, a white picket fence surrounded the second park, it was more kept up and had “grassy” areas.  Garbage and other “debris” was picked up and it looked—nice.
	As with the previous trailer park, there were a few dogs and kids running amok.  A pretty ten year old bounded out of the park grounds, she had extreme curly red hair, freckles and was in great joy as she ran amok trying to avoid a teenage boy who was chasing her.
	He caught her and admonished her for her leaving the park grounds.  She sulled up, crossed her arms and marched back inside the park heading for a trailer.  Then, just before reaching the chainlink fence that circled the trailer, she bolted, feigned one way and then darted another.
	The teen boy had no chance of capturing her—but Cam Cameron did.

	The little girl, “Angela” ran smack into Cam at the entrance to the park.  He held her firmly while her “brother” came up behind her, once more admonishing her.  The boy was scared for her safety as well as for strangers—‘specially after the “church” incident down the road.  
	“Lucky there aren’t any cars today.” Cam said in his monotoned voice.  He still looked creepy, lanky, hollow cheeks, sunken eyes, wild unkempt dark hair, and all the reasons for peoples to avoid him at all costs.  But he had a smile, a certain mannerism about him that seemed to suggest otherwise that Cam was alright.
	Well…
	“She’s a cutie.” Cam made mentioned.  He smiled and the smile unnerved the boy, Cam bowed and politely bowed away, making for the quaint country grocery store.

	Gas Eats  Bait & Tackle  Propane  Camping Supplies
	All under one roof.  A community one-stop shopping experience; it had started up just before WWII and was still in operation.  The stucco paint was peeling to reveal the bricks beneath; there were several terra cotta roofing tiles “missing”; and though on the covered island out front said Ethyl  Regular and Premium, there was only the “regular” fuel available.
	It was a quaint shop within, rustic with a bit of modernization—in the way of freezer sections and indoor plumbing!  Beer, bait, tackle, and all fishing accessories were sold and the top seller.  A small porno collection was in the back behind a black curtain with a sign posted above ADULTS ONLY.  
	Cam perused the aisles in search of general foodstuffs, lunch meats, and cold drinks.  He tried to be inconspicuous—but he was tall and had an odd appearance about that was not forgettable.  He tried dinking with the mind of the clerk behind the counter when paying for his purchases, but the ringing in his ears/mind started up again so he wasn’t sure if he was successful or not.  The clerk was rotund fellow, well likeable and well known to the locals.  Several locals were present, playing cards, checkers, gossiping, and watching some racing sport on the medium sized tv in the corner.  Cam was hardly noted and that suited him well.  He collected his purchase and mosied out the door.
	After crossing the road he saw a path between the trailer parks, between the trailer parks was supposedly supposed to have been another one or something similar.  The space between was some 200 yards, lots of grass, car parts, household items, bushes, a few trees, and lots of room for children to hide.

	Cam made his way slowly catching sight of a red head darting in among the piles of debris.  Her antics made him smile, not horny, but enlightened.  He saw, too, the boy, her supposed brother, frantically searching for her.  Cam hid himself and watched.
	It was very amusing—very.  The little girl was limber and quick; she scrambled over the piles of debris with ease and slithered in among slabs of  broken city sidewalk and remained very well hidden all the while a frantic “Scott” searched in vain for her.
	At one point the boy himself disappeared.
	Suddenly the girl made a horrifying scream followed immediately by a giggle—she had been found.  Brother Scott had seen her thru the other side and snuck up to tag her.  The two came out of the city debris pile with Scott carrying his little sis.  
	There was a lot of squirming from the little girl, the boy held her firm and Cam noted the boy’s hands were “familiar” with the girl’s body—going places where they otherwise wouldn’t be appropriate.  The little girl didn’t seem to care, she giggled all the more and Cam saw that the boy had wood.
	The boy’s “wood” status was made known for sure when the little girl wailed that “I gotta pee!”  the boy relented suspecting that it was a ruse.  It wasn’t.  Angela undone her pants and squatted; her brother stood right by her, his cock out unleashing a torrent of piss from his rock solid hard cock.
	Wait, it gets better!

*
Sometimes sex gets in the way of a relationship.  (and sometime Sex IS the relationship; and sometimes the Relationship is sex!  Go figure!  Life is funny that way)
	After a long enduring strong pee, the little girl stood and giggled as her brother (supposed) finished his pee; it was noted that she hadn’t bothered to pull up her pants/panties.  She giggled as she seemingly ogled the waggling cock before her.  The boy, Scott, about thirteen or fourteen was grinning big and squeezing his prong at the base waggled the member all about in a playful manner.
	Angela wrapped her fingers about the body extension and began stroking it.  Scott looked around for security’s sake and for a moment thought he saw someone (Cam).  
	Despite the intense ringing in his ears and mind Cam increased his ability to keep himself invisible.  He was not really “invisible”, just so to the mind of Scott and Angela.
	Scott moved sidewise bringing the grinning flaming ten year old with him.  They were mostly then therefore concealed from direct line o’sight—save for the ever present spying Cam Cameron.
	Angela stroked hard, squeezing her fingers tighter about the boy’s cock; then she began “kissing” the glistening head of the cock before her lips went around it and cocksucking was in progress.
	Scott ran his hands thru the thick mop of the child sucking him, she was good and it seemed to give the boy great relief.  Pumping action began and Angela expertly began engulfing the whole thang; the cock slithered into her mouth with ease filling her mouth.  Scott rolled on the balls of his feet, stretching up his body as if he were in pussy.
	Angela gripped the dick with both hands, there was still just enough out of her mouth to do so.  Scott began “pumping” with more umph, one hand on the girl’s head with the other on his ass.
	Then there was a sudden gush and spurt and cum squirted out the corners of Angela’s mouth.  Angela sucked the cock dry before she gagged (but didn’t retch).  The cock popped out and the girl stood back some grinning and wiping her mouth clean.  
	“That was good!” she commented.
	Scott smiled, nodded his head and continued waggling his cock.  

	Some kids came onto the scene forcing Scott and Angela to do a quick pull up of their clothes and come around to where Cam was.  They hid behind the bunched pile of city street debris—watching thru the broken concrete slabs as a small group of kids came out from both trailer parks to set up a baseball game.
	Scott rubbed his hand on Angela’s butt, slowly he scooted on his knees to position himself behind her.  He seemed ready to take her pants down and the girl herself was undoing her pants, but behind them there was noise—from the beyond the fence on the street the mail truck was delivering the mail.
	Scott and Angela held hands and made their way to row of mailboxes, so did several other folk.  Cam held firm for a moment, as soon as Scott and Angela were in the trailer park grounds his mind hold on them elapsed.  The “break” made him waver and he felt ill again.  Leaning against the debris he got disorientated and worried.  Again, that unfamiliar feeling of “fear” swept over him—and again, he didn’t like it.
*

	With the grocery packages delivered and put away, Cam settled for a quick nap.  The kids watched cartoons and when evening type time came, they were fed, washed, and allowed to go out and play with other kids, it was a security risk, but Cam had the understanding that no one in the park would care if someone was living in the abandoned trailer AND using electricity illegally.
	With that in mind, he returned to the other trailer park for spy games.
	Oh boy--here we go again…

	Space #10 had an elderly couple watching television.  Nothing there.
	Space #14 had a senior lady and a middle aged gal—watching television.  Nothing there, either.  A Whippet curled in the lap of the middle aged woman raised its ears and made some attempts at “barking” as Cam made his visual intrusion.  Both ladies paid no attention to the dog as they both were glued to the tiles that Vanna was turning…
	At a nice trailer three spaces down there was finally something of interest.  Space Number 18; a blue pickup with contractor stuff in the bed was parked on the cracked cement drive.  A nice chainlink fence surrounded the small property; there were roses and small bushes; lawn ornaments adorned the lawn, a picnic table with benches and a nearby well used barbeque grill made the home “homey.”
	Cam wasn’t sure why but his interest was piqued and slowly he made the intrusion—his visual ability was curbed due to the curtains and drapes drawn, but he found a way inside the home just the same.
	There was a front room with newspapers strewn about, a television was on, there were a pair of well used super comfy overstuffed chairs and a love seat; a nice stereo system with stacks of CDs and cassette tapes.  Antique bar signs were on the wall along with a few family pictures.
	Cam studied the pictures but only for a moment—he’s attention was redirected down the narrow trailer hall to one of the rear situated bedrooms.  Using every ounce of his mental abilities to keep himself sound and oblivious to those who within the trailer, he stealthfully made his way.
	A robust man with thick curly brown hair stood disciplining his fourteen year old blond haired daughter.  She was pissed and so was he.  She was frightened and he was still pissed.  There was apparently some argument over schoolwork and boys and the two (schoolwork and boys) weren’t working out.  

	The girl was protesting and not winning the battle.  Roughly she was held in place against her bed and a hard-hard smack to her ass came to be.  It was shock to the girl, “Becky” as she assumed that her teenage status would have kept her ass free of swats.
	And she would be wrong.
	One swat, two swat, three swat, FOUR!
	And although the “swats” definitely stung, Becky Bonner continued to be defiant when her Dad asked of her if she was going to keep seeing “that boy.”
	“I’ll fucking see him if I want to!” she blurted out sputtering.
	Her arms were wrenched and so was her pants.  Becky Jane Bonner wore tight jeans but the strength of the Dad was good and they came down anyways—giving the girl a little more discomfort.
	Green tinted panties, plain.  Nice, tight, snug, and rumbled down as the jeans hiding them had been pulled down.  She was no match for the brute strength of her Dad, a sub-contractor who was “built” like a defensive lineman.  Against her bed she was firmly pressed into position while a reign of swats came in rapid succession to her ass.
	Becky still didn’t cry out or give in.  Her young body flailed about, she twisted and arched her back and tried moving her legs that were now pinned with her pants at her knees.  Her ass flinched, clenched and with a solid defiance she insisted on, Daddy Dan pushed down the girl’s panties.
	Becky’s ass was a nice shade of red.  
	Dan paused a moment to glare at the ass, he heaved and sweated and blinked his eyes excessively.  The grip he had to Becky’s arms let up enough so as she could rub her hands to her searing bum.  Cam then noted that while she did so, it wasn’t so much as consoling her as something else entirely!
	The girl’s face conveyed to Cam that she was “aroused.”  Her pretty eyes of blue were closed as her body moved slowly about her twin size bed; her small room was adorned with half naked rock stars, high school banners, and assorted paraphernalia conveying a theme of “fashions.”
	Pulling her ass cheeks open caught Daddy Dan off guard.  He was speechless.  He was still breathing hard, licking his lips in confusion and staring at a fourteen year old bare ass.  Slowly he moved his head back and viewed the “hole.”  To view the “cunt” he would have to move further back or simply get on his knees.
	Daddy Dan had wood.
	Cam smiled.  There was a slight ringing in his ears and a bit of a blurred vision.  He decided against any “involvement” and waited to see how the scene would play out.

*

Scene One/Act One
	It was only so obvious to Cam that there was an open “invite” from Becky.  The single dad, though, had difficulties accepting the offer.  Becky clenched her cheeks, pulling them open to reveal her poop chute rim.  It clenched tight and seemed oh so inviting…
	Daddy Dan shook his head, there was a “want to” and even a “need to” but it was a “wrong to.”  There was distinctive agony, though; a natural lust.  but the mere fact that Becky was his flesh and blood smeared the lustful desires.
	Then,
	“It’s okay, Dad.”
	It’s okay, Dad.
	It’s okay, Dad.
	The words rang in Dan’s mind, he gulped and sweated more, licked his lips and began shaking his head—all the way fishing out his manhood.

Scene Two/Act One
	Unable to use the usual full potential of his unique minding abilities, Cam stood “invisible” to the pair stroking his own dong while Dan Bonner stroked his.  Becky had let go of one of her butt cheeks to begin fingering her pussy; her ass that was still reddened from the spanking danced about as if she herself was in some agony.
	It was sure for some certainty that Dan had never molested his daughter; it was also for some certainty that Becky wasn’t a virgin.  It was also sure that Dan was horny and had severe lust for his only child.  His cock raged hard; he tugged on it, pulled it tight and squeezed it tighter at the base.
	There was still the shaking of the head as he struggled, telling himself that would he was contemplating was vile, dirty, incestuous, illegal, and wrong.
	But his cock told him that it was oh so right.
	And Becky was willing to let him!

Scene Three/same place
	Becky’s fingers tweaked her right nipple, her left hand tweaking her clit furiously; behind her her dear Daddy applied his tongue to her dirt chute, licking and plunging into the chute, prying her cheeks open himself.  Becky moaned and moved her still searing ass all about, almost in a humping manner.

	Cam’s desires increased and finally—he had to get involved.  The ringing in his mind sharply ascended but was tolerable—he was either get used to it or something else.  
	‘have you ever fucked her before?’ something he had to know.
	‘No.’ the answer came back quickly.
	‘have you ever WANTED to?’ more to the point.
	‘Yes.’ it was a quivering “yes”; Daddy Dan was a decent-hard working man who regarded his relationship with his daughter as special.  They were on their own and it was difficult for a single Dad to raise a single daughter.  But there was no denying the occasional lust, the desires—‘specially when doing the laundry and coming across her underwear.  Naturally, their living situation allowed them to see the other naked a time or two, that was a given and neither seemed to mind.  Both respected the other’s personal space and modesty reigned supreme.  (even when he had to fart he would excuse himself from her presence and go elsewhere to let it rip.)
	And had he seen her fingering herself?
	Yes, yes he had.  Not often, well—not often did he catch her at anyways.  And those times that he did he let it be—it was a normal thing for her to do; guys did it (alla the time) and he knew girls did it just as well.
	Was he aware that she was not a virgin?  
	Kinda sorta.  He didn’t want to know the extent, he was afraid it would ruin her life, her getting pregnant—which was why he was so pissed when he saw her being so amorous with her boyfriend; accompanied with her slipping grades at school.

	After a great deal of tonguing her dirt chute, Daddy Dan explored her hole with his finger (trying to determine if she was an anal virgin.)  He couldn’t rightly determine, he himself wasn’t so well schooled on the subject of determining that factor.  He wasn’t much of a butt fucker, either.
	But at a glance he could tell that his precious child was not a virgin.
	At first he was disappointed at that fact, as well as curious—the current boyfriend?  How long had she NOT been a virgin?  Was she into sex with her girlfriends?  And a myriad of other imposing questions.  But from the onset he determined that Becky was NOT a slut.
	Becky turned over and began trying to work her pants and panties off; Dan removed them.  She parted her legs and removed her top and lay naked before him.  Dan emitted a low moan (desire’s moan), groaned (lust’s groan), and cum (self explanatory.)

Finale
	Becky’s head pounded against the lime green paneled wall, her young naked body jiggling all over as the bed squeaked.  Daddy Dan’s powerful thrusts into her sex sent her into oblivion; she was in a daze as getting laid by her Old Man was far-far better than the quickness of her three horny boyfriends.
	Three?
	Hmmmmm
	Boy Number One was her age and a fair to decent fucker; but he was only good for One Fuck session at a time and sometimes “too quick.”  But he fingered her pussy prior to his insertion of his Big Finger, sucked her titties, and usually wrapped his weenie before poking her.  He also paid her way to the movies, mini golf, bowling, and all drinks and eats were on him, too.
	Boy Number Two was in high school; a sophomore.  Her Daddy didn’t know him and if he did, they were both dead.  The sixteen year old didn’t own a car but drove one anyways.  He was a semi star on the basketball court, had seven inches of tube steak, fucked her brains out when he wasn’t doinking some other young horny girl.  He was also black.
	Boy Number Three had been ten at the time, so was Becky.  They had been at a party (an illegally assembled party at a friend’s house where no parental units of any kind were present.)  The two went into the “closet” and after a few minutes of giggling, got naked and “serviced” one another.  Becky had jacked the boy’s cock, he had fingered her pussy and sucked her budding breasts.
	That was followed by full fucking on the piled clothes.
	Becky wasn’t a virgin then, either.  But it had been a cucumber that had broken her in; a banana and small zucchini also invaded her snatch—all from the hand of her very best friend whom she also had a sexual relationship with.
	Becky and Boy Number Three maintained a steady relationship of sexual romps “now and then.”  In the closet was their best place, but there were other places and it wasn’t all of the time—just occasionally.
	Dan’s cock slid almost effortlessly into his daughter’s teen twat, by the sheer thickness of his manly dong prevented him from knowing just how slutty his daughter was.  To him, Becky’s cunt was TIGHT.  It pleased him, greatly; he had to take his time making full entry and when he did at last sink every inch of his own seven incher, he nearly blew his wad right then and there.
	Becky, too.

	Becky’s body had tensed up; her pretty eyes fluttered, her asshole clenched up tight and she was no longer in control of her bod as incredible almost unknown sensations sensationally satisfied her sensationally.  It was a full body orgasm that had brought her to the brink of immortal cumming.
	Dan only strove to cum.
	He nearly had blanked out the fact that he was fucking his daughter.  He hadn’t had pussy in months; the last piece o’ass he had had was some dame from the bowling alley.  A sort of date that ended in balling the bitch in her dinky apartment.  A one-night-stand.  It was good for him because before her—he had only cum off in his hand.  The death of his wife curbed his desire to get some.
	But a man can only mourn for so long and then he’s gotta get laid.
	Becky wrapped her legs about her Daddy’s hips, her hands clamped to his huge sweaty back; her face contorted and the two began to share a mutual orgasm.  Becky, though, managed to get hers first.  Dan plowed hard, strained his cock and realized (too late) that he was fucking her without a condom.  But at the moment of ejaculation, of course, he didn’t care.  All there was was to fuck.
	“Oh God!” exclaimed Becky, “Yes, Daddy, YES!  Oh!  OH!  OH FUCK!  OH FUCK YEAH!” and so on.  The girl’s emotions exceeded all else and she humped furiously back into her incestuous lover.
	Dan clamed a hand to her butt and drove his prick to the maximum orgasmic experience.  It was short lived, of course, once the apex of their union had attained the high point of their illicitness, there was the inevitable plummet whereas Dad was useless.
	There was a little more “pumping” followed by titty sucking, admiration, some regret, and a very satisfying, “AHHHH-hhhhhh.”
	Dan slid off of his naked sweaty daughter, closing his eyes and leaning against the nightstand and her bed.  Becky lay in a sheen layer of sex sweat, fingering her cummy cunt that still tingled.  She could hardly move, her legs were like rubber.
	“FUCK!” she blurted out.
	Dan didn’t care if she used foul language or not—he was in oblivion and not even a crazed homicidal maniac with a bloody axe was going to motivate him to move.  He was spent.
	Becky, though, pulled herself up and slowly left the room.
	Cam followed her…

Panda Mating Fails; Veterinarian Takes Over
What a guy!!
	The night was young, still early; a barbeque was in progress somewhere, a dog barked, kids chased a quick darting rabbit, and the pesky ringing in Cam’s ear/mind had suddenly stopped.  It had happened just as he was filling Becky’s asshole with cum.  (no, she wasn’t an anal virgin, either.)
	And for a brief moment he had seen himself clearly in the bathroom mirror.  That wasn’t good.  He gave Becky the butt doinking of her life and she seemed to still be under mind influence of his minding abilities.  When he finished and pulled out, and after slapping her ass with his saucey cock, 
	‘get in the shower.’ he Minded to her.
	When she complied and didn’t freak out to his “presence” all was alright.  Checking the mirror he saw not himself but just the bathroom.  He also saw the big man, Daddy Dan, approaching.  There was barely any room for him to escape, he stood precariously up on the toilet tank while Dan pissed into the toilet bowl.  He seemed somewhat distressed of what he had done.
	Turning around, though, there was his precious child showering.  There was only a thin vinyl curtain for the shower stall.  Dan stood and could see his Becky bathing, fingering her pussy and asshole.  It didn’t take long before his cock was hard and he was making his way into the shower to join her.
	Cam slipped out and continued on his way…

*
Police Begin Campaign to Run Down Jaywalkers
That'll learn 'em! 

	Small voices alerted to something intriguing, he didn’t feel particularly well and was more interested in the barbeque going on somewhere than anything else.  But lustful curiosity swayed him on and using extreme stealth he made his way around small decrepit buildings, lawn mowers, small ancient rusting tractors, parts of car shells, and what have until he came upon…