August Moone
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 29
Getting Some

You don't accidentally become an ass.  It takes a bit of work.

	She wasn’t happy with her situation, even less happy to learn of her deadbeat worthless ex-husbands shenanigans against their son.  And the situation she wasn’t happy with only increased with more unwilling servants brought into the mix.  A woman with two children.  
	The “who” who had brought them was still fuzzy to Samantha, when she tried to get a clear picture of her mind clouded and no “clear picture” to commit to memory was possible.  It was a man and a woman.  Sam and her son, Alex, were “incarcerated” in what was probably a basement structure along with several others; three young boys, too.
	Sam knew well enough that she was under the influence of an EMAD.  There was no resistance, she tried.  But at the threat of harm to her son (physical harm) she had little choice but to comply.
	Comply.  Sam wasn’t overly thrilled with having to comply to being nude with her ten year old son.  But that matter little to having to have SEX with her ten year old son!  Recently she had been forced (via EMAD) to suck her son’s penis, his testicles, and lick the cum from his asshole after the Man had viciously sodomized him.
	Then it was the three boys also with them, the youngest was a black boy about eight or nine, then a ten year old boy and then a twelve year old.  Each boy took a “turn” screwing her; each boy had sucked on her titties, titty fucked her, peed on her face and pussy, and sodomized her.
	The three boys, too, had sodomized her son, Alex.  Alex, in turn, fucked them in the ass, sucked their cocks and balls and then stood face to face kissing.  It was the ultimate horror.  She didn’t know how much more she could take.
	The new woman felt the same, she was quick to realize that her situation was “fucked” and she would be, too.  She was a bit older than Sam, but not by much.  With her she had her eleven year old son and ten year old daughter.  With her, too, but not biologically connected were three young girls and one teen boy.  

	The teen boy seemed most petrified.  One of the girls was his sister, a blond haired girl who was very cute and all of about twelve years old.  The two other girls were about ten, one was of Chinese origin.  They were equally cute and equally as petrified as everyone else.
	The teen boy tried to be protective of his sister, she had peed herself but had good reason.  The new group was mustered into the area Sam occupied and trembled.  They were just as confused, frightened, piss-scared as anything.  Wesley Lahram caught the nakedness of Samantha Taggert.
	‘Holy shit!’ was etched on his lips.  The teen’s twelve year old sister braced up against her brother, pissing her pants even more.  Wesley snugged her, his hands inadvertently clutching at her breasts.  The other girls wept and clutched their fingers, curling their toes and staring at the naked woman and her son.  It was bizarre and most knew (sorta) what was coming.
	Before the new group of arrivals the naked Sam laid out on the single bed, legs opened, fingering herself.  Her young son stood by the bed fingering himself, too.
	Showtime!

*

	Greatly did Will try to fend off the invading command “Take off your clothes.”  It was a Man’s voice followed by a Woman’s voice; the same two voices that had overwhelmed him earlier at the movieplex arena.  Try as he might he couldn’t shake the commands and found himself strongly compelled to go into the parking lot and get into a car.  Only when in transit did he realize his sister Holly was with him.  Only when ordered out of the car at the end of the ride did he realize that an EMAD was in the works working on them and it was strong, powerful, and damned impossible to defeat.
	‘take off your clothes.’
	Will struggled and struggled but as he did so he felt undue discomfort, a headache, stomach ills, and screams from behind around him.  He saw his sweet sister screaming and she seemed to be in great agony.  Will in no way wanted to see her in pain—unless he brought it to her himself (a brotherly/sisterly thing.)
	So Will shucked his shoes, socks, shirt, and then pants.  He really tried holding off stripping off his boxers but the invading Voices demanded that he do so.  Once nude he stood staring at the woman on the bed.  She was in her twenties, naked, and had a nice bod.

	‘Are you a virgin?’ a Man voice asked inquiringly.
	‘No, y-es, no, no.’ Will replied in his mind.  An image of Polly Parker came to his mind; a pretty blond-potential cheerleader who had “played” with his cock as he “played” with her titties.  But as to actually “getting some”—no.  He was a virgin in that respect.
	‘Ever eat out a girl’s pussy?’
	Will nearly choked.  He didn’t understand how the Voice was speaking to him inside his mind and he didn’t know if he was responding verbally or what, either.  But the answer was a “no.”
	‘Ever SEE a girl’s pussy?’
	Will blinked his eyes and shook his head trying hard to shake the invading Voice and not respond to the question—but the power of the obvious EMAD use was too much.  The image of his sister came to be.  Try as might he was unable to blot out Holly’s image—the image of his sweet somewhat naïve sister naked.
	He had seen her in her room on her bed, naked, fingering herself.  They were avid campers and had seen her squatting having herself a good pee.  They had slept in the same tent and he had seen her changing clothes—
	‘Has she seen YOU also?  Naked?  Playing with yourself?’
	The questions were not particularly horrid but not something Will wished to divulge or be let known to anyone but himself and sister Holly.  But there seemed to be no keeping the secret to himself.  The image of himself naked in the tent while camping came to his mind.  There was a lantern on low that shed some light in the tent—revealing that he and his sister were equally nude.
	But wait!  There’s more!
	Holly was on her hands and knees, Will behind her rubbing his cock on her pre-teen ass!  The girl placed her face down onto her sleeping bag and with one hand parted a butt cheek while the other hand diddled her pussy.  Will made dutiful anal entry and nicely sodomized her.
	But he had never been in her mouth, between her breasts, or in her pussy.  The girl masturbated him and he shot wads of his goo onto her very sweet face, she had “tasted” the goo (and didn’t like it) and in turn he had “gone down” on her.  It was certain that at some point in time in their relationship Will was “gonna get some”.  He was actually waiting until she was about thirteen…
	Holly was five months away from being thirteen.
	Close enough!

	‘Get on her.’
	For a moment it felt like he was wearing the proverbial “lead and/or cement shoes” and he couldn’t move.  He stared at the naked woman on the bed with her legs open.  She wasn’t bad, not bad at all.  Will’s cock stood out before him, his ass clenched tight as he was also embarrassed along with being naked.
	‘Get on her and FUCK or your sister’s suffers.’
	Will slowly stepped the few feet to the bed and suddenly felt the “weight” off of him.  There wasn’t much light in the “area” but enough to show that the woman on the bed was very nice.  Mid twenties, a nice looker who looked even younger than she looked.  She appeared a little—frightened, though, and that disturbed Will.  He fingered out that the woman was under the influence of an EMAD, too.
	But still, his cock was hard, she was hot, and into her sex he went.
	The others stood behind/around and watched.  Will seemed to enjoy what he was doing, oblivious to the fact that he was not alone.  All that mattered was to fuck and cum.  (and it was ten times as better in pussy than asshole!)

	Samantha tried to resist—the feeling of joy as the teenage hunk humped her pussy.  Her eyes fluttered, nipples hardened, toes curled and her cunt tingled all on their own.  She wanted to resist and not give in but was unable to; as the teen hunk drove his impressive cock into her she wrapped her legs about his waist, her arms about his backside and “got into it.”
	‘move up on her.’ the Voice said, supply needful information about how to make good love; pressing the body to the lover, the cock moved up right up against the hood of the pussy created a unique technique of incredible “good feelings.”  An orgasm was inevitable.
	Will “moved up” on Samantha, his hunky teen cock nicely provoking the woman to submit to orgasmic bliss.  She twisted, moaned, and humped back into her teen lover and soon was engaging in a torrent of blissful release.
	So was Will.
	On his own, Will raised up, locked his arms, and power fucked Sam’s cunt.  Those standing behind could see most of his teen schlong coming out of the woman’s cunt as well as even a time or two the head of the cock; but it just as quickly slammed back in.  The viewers were all getting a sex education that was way better than the subtle crap they learned from their schools.  

	On his own, Will also sucked on Sam’s titties.  It was while doing so that it was found that he was not totally against what was happening.  He did not wish to see his sister harmed, or even the other kids, but beyond that—screwing someone like Sam was ok.
	After the mutual orgasm Will lay off to one side of Sam, cum still leaked from his prick, gushers of cum oozed from Sam’s pussy.  Her nipples were still “hard” and Will (on his own) tweaked them as he lay “resting.”  So while he rested,
	‘take off your clothes.’
	Jolene Neelak shook her head—in no way was she willingly going to comply with that vile command.  Operative word “willingly.”  It felt like some other force, someone’s hands, began undressing her.  But she saw that it was her own hands undoing her black knit slacks and pushing them down.  Shaking her head, uttering “NO, no, no!” didn’t stop her hands, she had little idea of how an EMAD worked but knew that one was working on her.
	Her children clung to one another cringing with both crying, her daughter Brenda shedding more tears than brother Johnny but his distress was boy-type and so he didn’t openly share it.  He clenched his neck muscles tight and stared at his mother as she stripped to the skin.
	Jolene tried like anything to resist—and the more she did the more the force compelling her compelled her to the point of giving her pain.  A message was given to her ‘if you don’t behave, if you don’t comply, you children will suffer.’
	It seemed like a freight train was roaring thru her head, there were blinding exploding brilliant flashes of white light, and an irritating siren in the mix, too.  The more she resisted the more the distress became.  It was better to “give in.”
	Giving in, though, was not an option for the single mother of two.  But suddenly she found herself with her black knit slacks at her ankles along with her powder blue cotton panties.  Her purple blouse was off along with her bra.  She was nude.  
	The woman on the bed swung her legs off the bed, stood up and sat on a cardboard box that possibly contained “bedding”—so it was written on the box’s sides.  She sat with her legs open diddling her spunk laden cunt.  She seemed—distressed, serious, and concerned.  She was not at all happy with her situation but like Jolene (and the others) there was no choice.
	‘Get on the bed, lay down.’ the Voice said to her.
	Jolene held firmly to the concrete floor, her eyes locked onto the boy who still laid there.  ‘no way.’ she replied in her mind.

	‘As you wish.’
	Then suddenly, her ten year old daughter (who looked at least eleven) was abruptly taken from her and “bent over.”  Almost instantly she began to wail as her Sunday School dress was hiked up, panties down (to her knees).  Jolene protested, brother Johnny pissed his pants and fell to his knees crying.  Brenda began to cry and pee, too, as a terrible reign of swats landed on the girl’s bare ass.
	When after Brenda’s sweet tender ass was tomato red the swatting ceased—long enough for a question to be posed:
	‘will you get on the bed, now?’
	In her mind, Jolene let rip a torrent of verbal mind abuse back to the “whoever” was in control.  She was furious and beyond pissed.  
	“You son-of-a-bitch!” she seethed.
	‘Compliance is all that is necessary to avoid further punishment.’
	“You fucking bastard!” continued to rant Jolene.
	Seeing that Jolene wasn’t going to comply readily as desired, Brenda suffered more until she was nearly bleeding.  The poor hapless girl begged her mother, “JUST FUCKING DO IT, GOD DAMN IT!”
	Never had her mother heard such words from her daughter, they were Christians and very devout in their religion.  Cursings and swearings just weren’t a part of their lifestyle—well, so far as Jolene knew and thought.  She knew that her public school children were surrounded by foul mouthed kids; there were unChristian things in their every day life—not just from the schoolyard but on everyday TV, the supermarket, the movies, and even school sponsored reading material.  
	But in their household general cussing just wasn’t tolerated.
	Jolene continued to resist but finally moved to the bed; seething, breathing hard, and swearing under her breath herself.  The teen boy who lay there moved up to be pressed against the wall of boxes that separated “two rooms.”  His cock was limp, dripping cum, but thick and ready for “round two.”  Jolene knew what was to come, so did the boy.
	‘Play with his cock, get him hard.’
	Jolene sunk (emotionally).  She shook her head but knew that would be no good.  Her daughter was brought so as she could see her with her near bleeding ass, ‘I’ll her skin off and then start on the boy…’ the Voice invaded her mind.  Jolene tightened her neck, seethed, snorted and vowed vengeance.  But she placed her fingers about Will’s softened cock and began to “play” with it.

*

	Holly stared at her brother’s sweaty ass; she could see his cock slamming effortlessly into the woman’s pussy; his balls clenching up as much as her whole body as at the horridness of the forced act.
	‘strip off your clothes.’
	Holly shook and trembled, she could feel even more “warmth” soiling her crotch and trickling down her legs.  The situation was tense and she didn’t know what to expect.  She watched up close her brother doing sex to the woman beneath, her position at the foot of the bed leaning in so as she could see the actual penetration. 
	Soon Will was orgasming, his body went rigid and only his hips humped followed by an incredible hump from his cock.  Everyone present was in awe as the teen did his thing, bringing the woman beneath him to one hell of an orgasm.  Jolene couldn’t stand holding back and let herself go, getting involved regardless of her embarrassment and situation.
	As Will and Jolene engaged in the final throws of orgasmic union, twelve year old Holly undressed.  She was greatly embarrassed for having pissed her pants, but sheer fright will do that to ya.  She wore a small pinkish bra, but had small pinkish tits.  One long curly blond pony tail that hung near to her butt crack.  Timidly she unhooked the bra and stood topless for all present to gawk at—including Will and Jolene.  Jolene threw her head back into the so-so pillow shaking her head sadly.
	‘keep going,’ said the Voice, ‘or you’ll get a whoopin!’
	Holly in no way wanted a “whoopin” so she kicked off her shoes and unhitched her rust colored jeans.  Very slowly she pushed them down.  The son of Jolene, Johnny, stood off to one side eyeing her as she stripped down, casually and trying to be sly about it—he gouged the heal of his hand to his growing boner.
	With Holly’s soaked pants and panties at her ankles, Brenda began undressing, too—as she had heard the “Voice” as well.  She pulled off her pretty blue flowery dress and stood in wet panties and a halter.  She was greatly still frightened and her ass still burned.
	On the bed, Will had given his all.  His eyes had fluttered like never before; his toes curled and sent incredible sensations sensationalizing throughout his teen hunk body.  It was incredible and unfuckingbelievable.  He could feel the juts of his cream shooting through his cock and spewingf into the woman’s pussy.  It felt wonderful.  He had never known fucking good be so good!

Of course, there’s more!
	Jolene sat on the box, sharing space with Samantha; Jolene’s left leg intertwined with Sam’s right leg and they continued to diddle themselves all the while fifteen year old hunky Will Marshall lay on his back, legs open, jacking off.
	His cock was well worn out by now but more was to come.  A woman he didn’t know and who hadn’t been kidnapped along with himself and the others came out of the gloom.  She was nude and slowly approached the bed, mounted him and slid down his erection.  Will flew off into uproarious orbit, somewhere around Proxima Centauri.  His balls exploded, his cock slid all the way into the woman who seemed very-very talented in her doing—in her doing HIM!  Her pussy snapped shut about his cock, squeezing it despite how slippery it was.  Up and down, down and up she went and repeated her talent repeatedly.  It was almost more than Will could stand.
	But he stood a little more and in just under three minutes showered the woman’s cunt interior with his love juice.  Gobs of his love juice dribbled down his cock coating his balls.  Everyone could see his cock pulse and throb; his hands clamped tightly to the woman’s ass—she moved up some, then slid down to fully engulf his prick.  She did this a few more times before sliding off his cock, turning around—planting her cummy cunt onto his face and “going down” on his cummy cock.
	Samantha and Jolene were blown away by the act, they stopped friggin’ themselves to watch in awe as the “whoever” displayed an awesome array of sexual prowess.  The woman gobbled every bit of the teen’s cock, worked it, squeezed his balls, fingered his virgin asshole, and brought the boy to another amazing hot throbbing errection.
	He was all out of cum, though, and only anointed her womanly face with a clear liquid goo.  The woman licked it all clean, rubbing the dick all over her face then licking the dick until it glistened clean.

	Will was in agony.  He had never even been so—not when jacking off or being naughty with Holly.  He was virtually useless and had to be pulled off the bed by Sam and Jolene.  He lay on the floor with Jolene perched on his face.  Sam sat on his cock and when it was “hard enough” she placed it up into her sex—as per inner mind command.
	On the bed lay a trembling naked Holly.  She needed some sun, she was kinda lily white—despite skinny dipping antics, running nude in the woods, and laying out basking in noonday sun on a boulder in the woods where she camped with her horny brother.  Her pussy was nice, very nice, trimmed and virginal.
	Jolene’s son, Johnny, got the task to “break” Holly in.  Firstly was an introduction—fingering followed closely by “tonguing.”  The naked boy had a rigid boner and was only partially embarrassed at being naked in front of strangers.  
	Johnny and his sister, Brenda, had been somewhat naughty, but they were brother and sister and so it was a given.  Johnny had rubbed his cock against the bare ass of his sibling, up her crack and watched her pee.  Johnny had shown her how boys “played” with their pee-pees and when it was hard, Brenda took over trying to make it harder (and longer.)
	But that was as far as it went.
	But Holly wasn’t Brenda.  Holly was a little older (by a couple of years) and had bigger breasts, more hair on her pie, and developed differently (sorta) than sibling Brenda.  Johnny was mixed, he wanted to but not with everyone watching.  It was a difficult process but with the strong prompting and encouragement from the Voice, he crawled onto the semi willing Holly.  Holly guided his cock into her cunny and they fucked.
	Well, Johnny fucked.  Holly lay twisted, wrenching, undulating.
	Holly’s brother, Will, was a little pissed and greatly furious—but not directed to the boy, Johnny.  He knew the youngster wasn’t in control of himself.  Holly didn’t overly seem to be in any distress but she was no longer a virgin.
	Johnny felt a little discomfort at the doings, but the pleasure overrode the discomfort and he sunk all of his young eleven year old cock into Holly’s twelve year old cunt.  Sister Brenda had to rub her brother’s ass, hold his balls and “await” her turn…
	Brenda’s turn was soon to come, but first!

	Johnny entered into that wondrous realm that was orgasmic.  His body twitched; toes curled, eyes fluttered and it was the most fantastic orgasm he had ever had!  He had cum on Brenda’s lily white ass a few times and jacked off onto her naked chest while she sat on the toilet—with her helping the jacking off procedure—but cumming off while actually fucking was tremendous!
	Brenda continued to hold her brother’s testicles, rubbing his bare sweaty butt, and having an eyeful of what sex was really about.  Of course, the blood coating her brother’s dick was kinda gross.  
	When the boy was done and done, slipping out and laying off to his side up against the stacked boxes, the grossness was everywhere.  Holly wasn’t too thrilled about her breached pussy or the blood that coated it.

	It was Jolene who came to clean off Holly’s bloodied cunt; using the girl’s soiled wet pissed in panties.  She also wiped clean Johnny’s cock then sucked him.  From behind her, Will on his knees parted her cheeks and drove his tongue into her asshole.
	Johnny’s pud was sore, it felt strange and very different.  He was also more than puzzled by the whole affair, more than confused.  He lay still, breathing hard, watching (and waiting.)  
	Holly lay breathing hard, sweating, whimpering.  She, too, waited.  She knew that it wasn’t over.  She was right, very right—it was far from over—very far.
	Three boys came into the small secluded basement partitioned room.  Three nude boys with raging hard-ons.  The oldest boy was twelve-ish, another lad was a couple years young while the third boy, an African-American child was no more than eight.  All three took “turns” screwing Holly, further breaking her in.
	The oldest boy, Greg, took his time but as he was in the middle of the fuck he suddenly sped up his piston fucking.  Holly’s young tender breasts jiggled, her pretty eyes bulged and she couldn’t believe what was happening to her.  There were some faces made, on both parties involved; Will made faces, too—he was pissed and getting pissededer.
	After the last boy had fucked for five full minutes the boys went out of the partition back to their own area.
	‘your turn.’
	The Voice was calm but direct.  Will licked his lips.  It WAS a dream cum true, sure, but to have to screw his own sister with everyone present just wasn’t cool.  His eyes fell on the others, especially the two other girls he didn’t know—but they were nude, cute, and no more then eleven years young or so.  He knew in the back of his mind that before it was over—if it was ever over—he’d be screwing them, too.
	(and he’d be right!)

*

Neighborhood Watch
Welcome to Wisconsin—Smell Our Dairy Air!
	A nice walk in the cool of the evening was just the thing.  There were roses heavily scenting the air, along with the pine trees that lined the center of the street.  Honeysuckle vines and odiferous geraniums filled the air wondrously, too.  It made Ben Wiccked’s walk a little more pleasant.

	There was a lot on his “plate.”  The business in his basement was out of control.  Was there no end?  Sure he loved engaging with them, with them all, but it wasn’t normal—it flat wasn’t normal!  He needed a break, a clean break.  He wanted to dispense with the abnormality of his life and get back to normal.
	If that was possible.
	He doubted it.
	So he walked leaving Leeann to “play” with basement inhabitants.
	He knew that he himself had “issues.”  There was a desire, unnatural, to engage immorally with Jolene and Samantha.  Also with Will’s sister, Holly; also with Jolene’s children, Johnny and Brenda.  There, too, was the other two little girls, Susannah and her friend, Minn, a Chinese girl.
	His thoughts drifted back to Emily.
	And the first girls brought to the basement.
	Emily.
	The cabin.
	It seemed so long ago.
	His cock ached.  
	He remembered (feverently) the screwing of young Emily and he had hoped to enjoy such pleasures with his own children—Amber, Bonnie, and Caitlin.
	Amber, Bonnie, and Caitlin.
	Bathtime.
	His “Little Man” had been the object of their attention—and they had been coaxed to play with it by their Mother!  By their Mother!  And Ben had not stopped it—although he knew that he should have.  Into their young sweet mouths he had at length gotten to shoot his Little Man’s spit.  His tongue had gone into his girls’ poons, licking them until his Little Man had become cum shooting hard.  Each of his precious girls then did get a taste of his essence.
	And all with the girls’ Mother nakedly on the bed with them.
	There were even more horrendous desires; but like Emily, like Holly, they needed broken in.  Broken in.  Amber was seven, she was years away before there was any possibility of him having sex with her.  Bonnie was five, and Caitlin was four.  They were years away before his cock could penetrate them.  So he would have to satisfy himself with his tonguing and fingering of them.  Along with a lot of humping on them, too.

	Crossing Chestnut Ave. he merged onto the next block.  Most of the homes had white picket fences, seemed to be a thing with the block neighborhood.  Many of the homes were built in the early fifties, large front yards, small backyards, two-stories, chestnut trees in every yard and down the middle of the street.
	
The Crush
	It seemed preposterous—on several levels.  But in the cool of the eve, in the dark of the eve, on the secluded side of a modest home, two young peoples hid with naughtiness on their agenda.  One of the young peoples was, of course, a girl.  The other a boy.  The boy was about a year older, the girl, about nine.  Details about their appearance was not so good—it was dark.  But by their voices they were known (to the spying Ben Wiccked.)
	“Ooooh, I like that.” spoke up the boy.  
	Of course he did, the girl was handling his cock!
	The boy’s pants (and underwear) were down at his knees.  He held his shirt up while the girl, pressed up against the wall of her house, fondled the boy’s prick.  The girl, Wendy, had a short dress on; Ben knew her—mostly his oldest child, Amber knew her.  They were in the Junior Beavers club, a subsidiary of Brownie Scouts that was a subsidiary of the regular Girl Scouts.  Wendy was a cutey, and very cute when she wore her Junior Beaver outfit—a short-short brown dress.  
	Wendy Cenis had lovely brown hair that gently surrounded her sweet-sweet face.  She was a lovely girl all around with barely budding breasts.  There was that intoxicating smile of hers that warmed most of those she met, her pretty eyes and navieness did the rest.
	The boy she was with, Harold “Harry” Plumpkin was ten.  A sandy brown haired young fellow who delivered the morning’s newspaper.  He had a good aim and usually managed to land the paper on the doorsteps of the four blocks he had his route.  He was a sweet kid and when he came “collecting” for said morning’s paper, he was polite and Ben (on occasion) thought naughty thoughts of him.
	Ben, too, had naughty thoughts for Wendy, too.
	But Ben felt that there was something more going on with Wendy and Harry, and more of Wendy than Harry.  
	“I think it’s ready.” Harry said indicating to Wendy that his cock was ready to “shoot”.  Wendy paused in her handling of the boy’s dick, she chewed thoughtfully on her bottom lip, gulped apprehensively, then sighed.
	“Ok.” she said at length.  Then, pursing both lips and worked her panties down…

	Young Harry stood awkwardly but with in the darkness he was unable to see his young beauty clearly.  Ben knew that the lad would probably very muchly enjoy a trip to his (Ben’s) basement.  “Maybe I should start charging…” the thought crossed his mind.  Open a business, charge boys like Harry a few dollars or so to come in a “have a go” at the whoever was there.  Girls, too.  
	Ben smiled and was hard.  He knew that such a business was undoubtedly popular and probably going on—and probably going on in his own neighborhood!  He knew, too, that it wouldn’t be only Boys and Girls who would seek his wicked basement out, but adults, too.  Men especially but women, like his Leeann, would come to get their cunnies “fixed.”
	It could be a very profitable business.
	Anyways, 
	Young Wendy Cenis laid herself out nude on her dress, legs open.  Partially nude and clumsy boy Harry plopped himself down between her legs, his pants and underwear at his ankles.  There was a partial moonlight that helped the cause, but Ben still couldn’t see very much.  He needed to be closer.

	“Ow, that hurts!” wailed Wendy.  She thrashed about some screwing up her pretty-pretty face.  She grabbed up clumps of grass and hit the side of her house’s foundation, but endured her first fuck.
	Young Harry humped but was uncoordinated and embarrassed.  His pud kept slipping out of Wendy’s virgin cunt and mostly he just “rode” the girl’s slit.  Wendy, though, would make a grab for his humping prong and guided it back where it belonged.
	It was clear that the girl was in charge.
	And she had a reason.
	Not for the sake of  merely “getting laid”, she had an ulterior motive for having sex with Harry.  Wendy Cenis had a “crush” on a boy, five years older than she.  He was dreamy, creamy, and she wanted him.  He had sung to her a beautiful song, just for her.  He was awesome.  He was cute.  He was fourteen!
	His name was Drake Bellrtum and he was HOT!  But only to a few select girls.  He wasn’t ugly, didn’t have a face of pock marks, zits, or Frankenstieny scars, but there were other boys (in his age group) that were more appealing to the girls (in his age group) and so he was left with those girls (in his age group) who weren’t so picky.

	Of those girls who liked Drake “as is” was Wendy Cenis.  Wendy was a family friend, a friend of Drake’s little sister, Megan.  Megan, too, was in the Junior Beaver club and so they had “stay overs” at the Belltrum household.  There were plenty—plenty of opportunities for a horndog like Drake to be naughty with the Junior Beavers, but he had morals—one of the few boys that did.  Morals, ethics, and etc.  He had a young sister, Wendy’s age; so sure he had seen her in her underwear, naked, and so on.  Sure she had seen him equally so.  In the Belltrum household, that was tolerated and kept to themselves.  
	And Wendy Cenis wanted Drake to herself.
	So she conspired.  She thought he was the most handsomest boy ever.  He had looks, appeal, and wore tight jeans.  She didn’t particularly know exactly what “tight jeans” had to do with anything, but he had tight jeans.  And Drake “liked” her, but not “like-liked” her.  He was always there when she came over—but he lived there.  He was nice to her, and after a week of “courting”, he sung her a song, just for her.
	It made her feel all tingly inside and all over—‘specially betwixt her legs.  At nine the young girl was just beginning to discover her body.  Of course, with the advent of the nation reeling in the wake of sexual depravity virtually everyone was susceptible to some sort of sexual awakening.  Young Wendy Cenis was no exception.  
	The young girl was “aware” of her poon and pooter and what they were for and did.  Peeing & Pooping.  When she bathed she washed them, when she sat on the toilet she wiped them—all without much thought whatsoever.
	After setting eyes on Drake, she found her cunny tingling and exploring it made her gush all over.  Her sexual awakening had begun.  She had seen other boys (in their swimsuits) and young boys naked.  No biggie.  She wanted to see Drake, naked.  She didn’t particularly know WHY, but she just did.
	At length, after a week, Wendy became more and more infatuated and began making unannounced appearances in Drake’s life.  Appearing at the Belltrum home when No One else was there; appearing at his school at his class; interrupting a possible “connection” between a possible girlfriend; appearing at the radio show where he was performing and making a fool of herself—although she didn’t know it (or care) and embarrassing Drake.
	Finally, Drake had to confront Wendy on the matter and it didn’t go well.  He hurt her feelings.  And as soon as he said, “I don’t want you in my life” he knew it.  The girl was crushed.  Drake felt like he had been hit by a truck.  It was an awful feeling to make someone else feel awful.

	When Wendy started to cry Drake came to her.  She backed up sobbing, clutching her fist unable to flee.  Drake felt like two trucks and a bus had hit him.  He was a “nice guy” and nice guys didn’t make little girls cry.  So, on his knees he positioned himself before her.
	“I’m sorry,” he began, he shed tears himself, held her trembling hands and offered a weak meager smile.  Wendy, still crushed, returned same.  Drake knew that their relationship now had a major chink in it.  He struggled trying to think of a way to make it better.

“You say that life keeps getting harder each day,
each step you take there's some thing blocking your way.
I'd love to help you girl there's some thing I could do,
If love would make it better for you.
I've seen the sad look, I've heard you cry,
and counted the tears that fell from your eyes.
You need a shoulder you need a friend,
you're al most at your end.
This world's a cold place, that we both know,
but it's so much colder when you're a lone.
Two hearts are always better than one,
after it's said and done.
Try to imagine how it would feel,
living each day in love that was real.
Think how much lighter your load would be,
if it was shared with me.
All of your troubles I think you'd find,
would disappear in these arms of mine.
Come let me hold you near me awhile,
Come let me make you smile.
You say that life keeps get ting harder each day,
each step you take there's some thing blocking your way.
I'd love to help you girl there's some thing I could do,
If love would make it better for you.
I'd love to help you girl there's some thing I could do,
If love would make it better for you.”
	To be smitten was one thing, to be in orbit (say out around Pandora—4rth moon of Saturn) was something else.  Drake sang Wendy his song, ‘specially written for her.  The girl nearly soiled her panties!
	The tears dried, the trembling ceased to be, and all was well.  They embraced and for a brief moment, they kissed.  What Drake’s thoughts and personal feelings were, and whether or not he got a boner as a result, was not known.  For Wendy, she was in high equatorial orbit.  She clung to the boy and Drake realized that he still needed to set things straight—without hurting her.
	“I’m fourteen, you’re nine,” he began, “I-I can only go with girls my age.  Y-you-you’re supposed to go with guys—you know, you’re age.”
	“The guys I know are dorks.” Wendy reported.  And it was true, boys her age WERE dorks.
	Drake was in a spot.
	“Wendy, listen, I-I like you, I do, but--”
	“What do girls YOUR age have that I haven’t got!?”
	Boobs.  Boobs and poon pie hair.  Fuckable pussy.  Fuckable asshole.  Fuckable mouth.  A willingness to “put out”.  A “form” to their body.  And a long list of things mostly sexual.
	Drake stammered, surreptitiously gouged the heel of his hand to his crotch (as seen thru Wendy’s eyes) and seemed very embarrassed “all of a sudden.” 
	“They’re just older, that’s all.” Drake said trying to find more appropriate words.
	“It’s sex, isn’t it?”
	Drake nearly lost right then and there.  His breath, his will to live…
	Wendy knew it.  It was sex.  Of course, Drake WAS fourteen, of course he was having sex.  Wendy mulled it over and formulated a plan.  
	“I can do that.” she said.
	“D-do what?” Drake asked not knowing and not WANTING to know.
	“Sex.” Wendy replied without providing details.
	Drake blinked his eyes, flared his nose, and backed up a couple paces.
	“Sex?” he inquired.  “Uh-uh, Wen-Wendy you’re too young for sex.” And how!  He had seen his little sis naked, in her underwear, and so the image of Wendy in her underwear AND naked was very easy.
	Wendy suddenly reached up under her short brown Junior Beaver uniform dress and pulled down her panties.  Drake lost it—his ability to breathe and his ability to hold back an orgasm.
	He moaned.  He groaned.  He turned beet red.

	Wendy had basic white panties, with pink flowers.  She tugged the garment down to her knees, then pulled her dress up—revealing her bald naked pussy.
	“Oooooh!” breathed Drake.  When at times he had seen Megan naked, he usually averted his eyes trying not to think of her in a sexual way.  Megan’s image was often replaced by girls his age that he knew.  His moral fibers were plucked and vibrated hard like the strings of a harp.
	“Whaddya think?” Wendy asked.
	‘Holy shit!’ was Drake’s expression.  All he could manage was to stare.  He wished it was some other girl, Jenna Macaslin, Heather Corbin, Lanna McFee.  Those girls were his age.  But it was not Jenna, Heather, or Lanna.  It was Wendy.  Nine year old Wendy.
	Funny, though, only Wendy was willing to pull her panties down and give up her cunny!  Yeah, funny.

	“Aren’t I pretty enough?” Wendy asked discovering that Drake wasn’t apparently interested in her (sex).
	“Oh, oh it’s not that,” he said quickly not wanting to hurt her and see her cry again, “it’s just--”
	“Because you’re fourteen and I’m nine?”
	“Yeah, that would be it.”
	Wendy WAS hurt, again.  She lowered her dress (but didn’t pull up her panties.)  she stood mulling something over.
	“Look, Wendy,” Drake had to explain, “I AM fourteen, you ARE nine.” It was not just the age difference, it was against the law, immoral, wrong, illegal.  “I can get into a LOT of trouble.” Arrested, thrown in the pokey where he’d get poked; no school, no home, no Wendy.
	“I don’t want that to happen!” stated Wendy.  Which was good, which was what Drake wanted to hear.  (but she still didn’t pull her panties back up!)
	“Soooo, we can just keep it to ourselves.” she suggested.
	It was impossible.  Drake was in a spot.
	“I-I don’t know what to do, Wendy.” he pleaded.  It was an impossible situation.  
	“You don’t want to do sex with me?”
	Drake lost it again, the thought—the very thought of engaging sexually with a girl like Wendy, a NINE year old girl like Wendy was mind boggling, simply mind boggling.
	“Wen-Wendy, I-I cant, I-I’m too big for you.”

	“What do you mean?” she asked needing clarity.  “I don’t mind to be on top.”
	Drake’s solar pursuit now included passing by Andromeda.
	Drake cocked his head, gouged his crotch and stammered to breathe.
	“I-I meant, my—uh, my—uh, I meant my,” he looked down to his crotch to try and convey to the nine year old that his DICK was too big for her CUNT.
	Wendy got it.  Surprisingly.
	“Oh, you’re manhood is too big for my womanness?”
	“Yeah—yeah, what?” for nine she sure seemed educated.
	Wendy shrugged, stepped forward, stepping out of her panties and “gawking” for a look at Drake’s “manhood.”
	The setting was up in Drake’s bedroom—of all places.  It was a typical boy’s room with baseball icons on the walls, model airplanes hanging from the ceiling, a fish tank on the desk, various clutter here and there.  His room was on the 2nd floor, there were two windows and the day was evening type time.  His parents were working with one fetching the youngest member of the family from a dance class.
	Drake backed up against his desk, sidestepping towards one of the two windows.  
	“Can I see it?”
	Drake cocked his head, eyes bulged, breath gone.
	“NO WAY!” he proclaimed.
	“Please?” whined the little girl.
	Drake was at his limit; the only girl who ASKS to see his manhood, and its from a nine year old!  Life could be so cruel.  And for a moment, he seriously considered doing so!  But the moral fibers were not so readily unhinged.  Sure, Wendy had no panties on and ASKED to see his willy; sure, no one was home; and sure, he was horny.  But…
	Greatly was he perplexed.  There was a need to “whip it out” but he couldn’t, he just couldn’t.  Could he?  What would be the repercussions of submitting to doing such a deed?  
	Only he and she would know.
	Wendy came to lean against the foot of his bed, methodically twisting her fingers, lips, and feet.  Drake set his eyes on her pretty-pretty face, down her body and then a side glance to where her panties lay.  

	Wendy thought thoughtfully tugging on her unglossed lips; she then turned and pushed herself up onto Drake’s bed.  Whether she was up to a new ploy or it was a normal thing—and forgetting the fact that she no longer had her panties on or not was not clear.  But for Drake, he saw her goody.  It was bald, hairless, and virginal.  Drake’s awareness about “sex” was limited; he knew how to do it, he knew that it had to be better than his hand; but that was about it.  He knew a girl could get pregnant from sex; he knew a girl could give him oral pleasure.  Other than that—his knowledge was limited.
	Wendy chewed on the inside of her mouth, licking her lips (hungrily) eyeing Drake’s crotch.  He was uncomfortable.  He teetered right on the edge, a fine razors edge knowing very well—whipping it out meant he would not only be giving in to Wendy’s desires, but to the Dark Side of immorality.
	So what harm would there be in “whipping it out”?  what then?
	Sighing, sweating, gulping uneasily he unhitched his pants, unzipped, and whipped it out.   
	It made Wendy’s day.  She flew up to a sitting position to eye Drake’s dick a little better, a little closer.  “Whoa.” she exclaimed.  A great broad smile was upon her sweet face—her admiration made Drake feel gushy, too; he swelled with pride—so did his dick.
	Feeling confident he tugged on his prong, squeezing the skin at the base to make his cock even BIGGER.  Wendy was awed and sat leaning close in with her mouth open.  Drake had never had oral sex, never had anal or vaginal; never had his cock out in the presence of anyone—but the desire was there—oh, yeah, it was there.
	“Can I touch it?”
	‘Can you TOUCH it!?’ what was she saying!?  It was unbelievable, unFUCKINGbelievable!  His cock, though, surged with even more pride saying, ‘yeah, go ahead, let her touch me.’
	Whether or not he had actually given the girl the go ahead or not he didn’t know, the space of time began to become oblivious to him—the next thing he knew was, though, little Wendy Cenis, little nine year old Wendy Cenis, was stroking his cock.
	She had a lovely touch, too.
	Drake’s eyes fluttered.  The girl wrapped her little fingers about his prong and went UP and DOWN, squeezing lightly and working his cock into a near frenzy.  The frenzy increased until the pivotal moment was upon him—her.
	“ut oh.” he announced.  
	“What’s wrong?” Wendy asked.
	“I-I’m gonna cum!” he blurted.
	“What’s that?”
	He didn’t know exactly himself; it was goo, it was white milky goo, and when it blasted out of his dick there was a feeling of extreme pleasure that was beyond comprehension.  And he could only assume that the feeling was even better if done so in a girl’s orifice.
	As the feeling increased Drake no longer cared about morals.  He no longer cared that it was Wendy he was about to cum on; he no longer cared that he was being naughty with her in his room with no one else home.  All that matter was to cum and to cum well.
	“Take your dress off.” Drake said.  And he couldn’t believe that he said it—he was no longer in control of himself—he’s cock had taken over.
	As Wendy pulled off her brown uniform dress, Drake jacked his dick faster and faster.  The desire to be IN the girl’s pussy increased ten-fold.  Wendy watched him as he pleasured himself.  There was unknown glistening fluid at the penis opening, she didn’t know what it was—nor did Drake.
	“Here it comes!” Drake announced and as soon as he said it a great explosion of sperm spewed fantastically from his cock.  The first gob struck Wendy on her chin.  The next burst splashed on her throat.  The third ejection squirted onto her chest.  The rest dribbled out as the apex of the act had been achieved.
	Wendy wiped the spew from her chin, examined it, then TASTED it.
	Drake stared wide eyed, mouth agape.
	The taste of “spunk” was not very appealing.  Kinda gross actually.  She continued, though, to wipe the goo, taste, then finger her pussy.  She blushed, grinned, and tingled all over.  Biting in her lower lip she laid out, legs open wide, diddling her virgin cunt with spunk laden fingers.
	It only made Drake go ballistic and there was no sign of moral fibers.

*

	Wendy had wanted Drake to “do her.”  Drake well enough knew what “do her” implied.  But there was no way.  And it wasn’t due to any moral fibers, it wasn’t because he was scared, and it wasn’t because he feared getting caught.
	“You’re too small,” Drake supplied, “it’ll hurt, bad.” he supposed.  He wasn’t all too sure about it due to his limited knowledge but it seemed a given; his cock was too big for her cunny.  
	Wendy was disappointed.  She wanted sex with Drake, she wanted it and vowed to have it happen.  So she connived, conspired, and conscripted.  For merely nine, the young girl was incredible in pursuing her pursuits.  She needed only a few days to put her plan into motion.  She well enough understood that her cunny was indeed too small, she was a virgin.  From the schoolyard, health books, news, tv shows, and so on, she learned that a virgin had a tougher time for her “first time.”
	So it came to her that she needed “broken-in.”
	So ten year old , Harold “Harry” Plumpkin was chosen as the one who would “break” her in.  He was ok, nice looking, friendly, and very close to being a heartthrob.  He was also nearly eleven, in just a couple of months.  Wendy was fairly certain that he probably had the “dick” to pave the way for her boyfriend’s cock.
	The girl didn’t discuss her plan to Harry, and Harry didn’t care.  He figured he was the only boy in his class, in his school, who was “getting some.”  
	The darkness began to swallow them and made it difficult for the spying Ben to see.  Having an EMAD on his possession allowed him to “zapped” the two, then steal his way up to where they lay and watch them go at it up close and personal.  (it was how he learned of Wendy’s story, too.)
	Wendy being a “virgin” made Harry’s penetration to her discomforting.  And she would have freaked out a little had it not been for Ben’s intrusion—soothing her and making allowances for the discomfort.  There was no discomfort on the pumping Harry’s part; for Harry, he was just beginning to discover his sexuality, too.  He was an only child, but had numerous cousins that allowed him freebies of garnering needful information about Girls, Nudity, and Girl Sex Parts.  Of course, they were all younger than he.  Like Wendy, his knowledge of Sex, Sex Acts, and anything regarding Sex was limited.
	He saw girls and knew girls in their teens, young adults, teachers (female) and checkout girls at the supermarket and department stores.  All were “pretty”, all had “boobs”, all had nice bods.  At times he didn’t notice, his mind was geared to Baseball, Football, mini-golf, radio controlled race cars, camping, and hang gliding.  Occasionally, though, he stared at a girl’s butt.  Occasionally he stared at a girl’s boobs.  Occasionally he found himself in a bathroom jerking off.  Self stimulating his cock was fantastic, fucking fantastic!  And he couldn’t imagine what it would be like to put it into a girl’s pussy!

	After Harry got his, Ben got his.
	Using the EMAD the kids were gently put to “rest”.  There was a light coating of hymen blood coating Harry’s cock and balls as well as a sheen layer covering Wendy’s broken-in snatch.  (she would require more significant breaking in to sufficiently take on her boyfriend (Drake.)
	Using Wendy’s panties the blood on her coochie was cleaned up.  Using Harry’s underwear the blood coating his cock and balls was cleaned up.  Afterwards, Ben caressed the boy as he was positioned on his hands and knees.  The boy was nice and would be a wondrous addition to his basement collection.  So would Wendy.
	The boy made grunts and other noises as his asshole was reamed; Ben slowly wriggled his finger into the boy’s backdoor, caressing his soft supple ass flesh; finding his dangling nards a joy to caress and fondle, too.  
	Ben was ready to poke the boy and make good the moment when he heard Wendy’s Mom calling for her.  Ben sighed.  He took a moment then sent Wendy on her way, minus her bloodied panties.  After the backdoor of her home had closed and the porch light out, Ben returned to dealing with Harry…

*

	It was just after midnight before Ben returned home.  He sat in the kitchen where the light from microwave was the only light.  Brooding?  Somewhat.  Readily he had succumbed to the pleasures of sexual depravity.  No resistance did he offer, he readily pursued the joys of orgasming.  Young Harry received a copious amount of fresh hot man jiz DEEP into his virgin rectum—this after a great deal of fondling the boy’s penis, his testicles, and body as a whole.
	For two hours Ben had romped with the boy, playing with the boy’s body, making him play back to Ben equally.  After a great deal of finger probing the boy’s anus, licking the rim, and plunging a handy-dandy garden trowel handle into the boy’s hole to prep it for Ben’s invading prong, the deed of such was done.
	Thereafter, a few moments of rest before escorting the boy home.  It was very late and a worried Mother and Father were on the steps with the Father holding a phone readying to call the phone to the local police to report their “missing” son.  Ben zapped them both and spent many minutes putting their fears to rest.

	He wasn’t in the mood for any shenanigans with the Mother, although she was a delightful dish and worthy of a good fucking, he didn’t.  Harry was escorted to the bathroom where he was showered up, fucked in the ass once more, spanked, peed on, showered some more and somewhat adored.  The nude boy pleased Ben.  He liked boys, nude boys.  They were equally as pleasing as girls, if not even more so!  
	For a long while he had fondled Harry’s balls, squeezing them until the boy whimpered.  For a while he had masturbated the boy; tugging on Harry’s cock, rolling his fingers about the crown.  For a time he had suckled on the boy’s penis, diddling his tongue into the lad’s piss slit then totally devouring the whole of the cock as well as the testicles.
	Sodomizing the boy was grand, that was true, but just looking upon the boy with his eyes, feeling of him with his hands was even more (sexually) pleasing.  A greatly amount of cum juice had Ben squirted up into Harry’s hole, gobs of man juice coated the boy’s testicles, cock, stomach, and chest.
	While recovering, Ben had kissed the boy; a deep passionate man-boy love where the passion heated to astounding levels of lust.  He very nearly had smothered the boy (with his mouth).  Down the back alley they had walked nakedly until arriving to Harry’s home.  Once in the home with the parents satiated, “fixed” and put to bed, Ben enjoyed Harry all the more…

	Meanwhile, down in the basement…
	Will Marshall vehemently tried not submitting to the vile commands given to him; but ultimately submitted just the same (as he did not wish to see anyone put in pain on his part.)  So he licked out his sister’s pussy.  So he held her legs back, opened her legs wide, and licked out her freshly broken-in cunt—followed by diddling his tongue to her pert clenching asshole.  Holly wasn’t too much into the foul deed—not in the presence of everyone else anways.	
	Samantha and Jolene at length held her legs firm while Will noshed on his twelve year old sister’s twat, he got into it (the tonguing) and soon was ready to fuck, too.  He had been in her ass(hole) and always drempt of humping her cunt—when she was older.
	And almost from the beginning (of penetration) he had cum.
	That had been earlier, hours earlier.  On his second entry the act went a little better; the girl had been nailed by several boys, all young boys—“breaking her in”.  After they had fucked her, Will got his turn; then those same boys fucked her again, then it was some man and then Will again.

	The man in their midst seemed to be “gone”, but the nude woman was still present and apparently the one in charge or something.  Other than having to screw his own sister; Will, too, had sunk his bone into the women—including the one who seemed to be in charge.
	That he didn’t mind so much.
	He knew that the ones called Samantha and Jolene were captives, too; some of the kids with them were their own.  They were all in the same boat and forced to engage in sexual immorality.  Will was “so-so” about the matter, if done differently, privately, then he was ok with it.  Balling his sister was no big deal; banging off into the women, Samantha and Jolene was no big deal.  Engaging with Jolene’s daughter, Brenda and the other two ten year old girls—that was big deal.
	But he had a hard-on for them, too, just the same.

	After filling Holly’s cunt with his cock grease, he had to watch in horror as the one called Samantha licked the girl’s pussy clean of jiz, the one called Jolene sucked his cock clean—and made it hard again.  To Will, it was like some bizarre fucking dream.  Both women, and they were women, were good.  They were nice, good breasts, good body all over.  He was just embarrassed at the situation.
	After filling Holly’s cunt with his cock grease, he filled her mouth, too.  Holly had played with his cock and got him to shoot his goo onto her bare titties—when they were camping or at home (and no one else home); she had been tempted to SUCK it but couldn’t really bring herself to do so.  She had tasted his “goo”—but didn’t like it.
	After filling Holly’s sweet face with foul tasting goo, Will had to rest.  No matter how much Jolene sucked his cock, fondled his balls, and even finger fucked his asshole while she sucked him, Will couldn’t get hard.  Samantha had the task of cleaning Holly’s face.
	Unable to get a sufficient boner, Jolene’s daughter, Brenda, was brought into play.  When Jolene protested, the others suffered—falling to the cement floor, wailing, coiling up and expressing sincere distress.  It didn’t do well for Jolene, either.  She relented and Brenda slurped Will’s schlong.
	(if under different cirCUMstances, a different more private locale, getting a hummer from the pretty girl would have been met with a bit more enthusiasm.)
	Brenda was a cutey; for ten she had a good body, budding breasts, a lovely smile, and a nice bald poon.  She also had a “nice vacuum sucking mouth.”  In no time at all he had a raging hard-on and with her continuing help it was guided into Holly’s asshole.

	And then there was Susannah.
	And Minn Pai-Chin.
	Susannah Barns had brown eyes, brown hair, and a fantastic smile.  She spoke well, enunciated her words succinctly, and was somewhat naïve.  She was in awe of Will’s nudity.  She was sickened by the horror of the sexual abuse—she had never seen a grown man nude or for that matter teen boys.  Young boys, yes, but that was normal and a given.
	Susannah was a very friendly, outgoing child; an only child who had been adopted by a good family.  A small body, but she was ten.  Her breasts were just beginning to bud.  She had a decent body any perv would love.
	Her friend, Minn, was a Chinese girl, flat chested.  Flat face, too, but she had a nice butt, and the most delicious smile.  She wore light print clothes, short britches, sleeveless top.  She was just as much a charmer as any other girl.
	The command to “undress” didn’t sit well with either girl, but neither wanted to suffer or bring suffering to others.  Susannah was more obliging and obedient than her friend.  Susannah slowly stripped off her clothes, wept and carried on but that was normal and even allowed.  
	Minn curled up on the floor, holding herself tightly crying greatly.
	Susannah stood in her panties only, trembling.  She had peed her panties—but that, too, was a given and very understandable.  The girl hugged the brick wall behind her, fearing retribution for Minn’s refusal to undress.  One of the women (Jolene) squatted down to talk to the frightened Minn.
	It took awhile but slowly, the young frightened American-Chinese girl stood and with the help of Jolene, slipped out of her clothes and stood naked for all to see.  She was still in trouble as afterwards she was commanded to “bend over” and take punishment—in the form of a spanking.
	There was a nude woman among them who was thought to be just another victim—Samantha, though, thought otherwise.  She kept it to herself ‘cause she didn’t one hundred percent know for sure.  But the woman had the task of spanking Minn, a bare handed spank that sent everyone jumping with each swat.  Young Susannah collapsed to the floor cringing and required a “talk” session from Jolene.
	After Minn’s ass was blistered tomato red, she and Susannah went to the teen boy, Will.  Together they sucked his cock, his balls, and got him extremely hard.  Thereafter, Susannah lay on her back with Will holding her left leg, Minn holding her right leg.  Young Alex got the task of licking Susannah’s pussy, fingering it, then mounting to where he was fucking.

	The young girl wasn’t too enthused with this venture—it hurt for one.  Alex humped slow at first but then the “feeling” enveloped him and he struck up humping faster and faster no longer caring if he was “hurting” the young girl or not.
	Alex’s Mother wasn’t pleased with the situation, but accepted it as there was no choice in the matter.  On command, she caressed her son’s ass and cooed to the young girl.  Will didn’t particular care for the situation, either, but had a strong boner going just the same.
	When Alex had gone all that he could go, without cumming off, he was replaced by the boys from the other side of the room; Greg, Frank, and Paul.  Paul went first, he was sleepy and not too horny.  Jolene and Samantha sucked him, fondled his hairless balls, caressed his butt and brought him to stiff mode.  The eight year old was awake then.  He got onto Susannah and did his thing, lasting about three minutes of intense fucking before pooping out.
	Ten year old Frank took over, he made the most noise about it—pleasing noises; his pud slipped out several times and he humped tenaciously onto the girl’s quaking quim.  Jolene rubbed the boy’s butt and helped put his dick back into the trembling girl.  Will’s cock was ready to explode.
	Twelve year old Greg’s cock was ready to explode, too.  He was sucked on by Samantha and young Brenda and as soon as Frank was done, Greg slid into place and buried his cum squirter into Susannah’s cunt.  Pre-cum was spilling from Will’s cock; his sister sitting on her butt with her arms wrapped tightly about her knees watched him.  Will avoided eye contact and waited…
	He didn’t have to wait long, two minutes.  Greg Hinton unloaded a quick shot of pre-teen cum into Susannah’s quim in no time at all.  There was a minute more of languishing before he crawled off, cock dripping; he shuffled back to the other side of the partition and collapsed.  
	Holly had the narly ungodly task of coming to Susannah and licking the girl’s pussy clean.  While she trembled, whimpered, and eventually complied, Jolene licked the girl’s ass, her hole, and cunt.  Will’s cock pulsed and after Holly’s task had been completed, she herself guided Will’s missile into Susannah’s receptacle.

*

	There was a need to learn more, about styles, positions, a more “hands on” approach about how to (sexually) please.  Young Wendy Cenis was apt to learn as much as she could so as to greatly please her boyfriend, Drake.  
	Learning what she needed from the text books didn’t cut it.  Nor did the news casts and by word of mouth wasn’t so good, either, ‘cause half the time she didn’t know what the hell they were talking about!  She determined that she need to SEE various “acts” of pleasure so she could learn them and then do them unto Drake.  She was sure Drake would like.
	She didn’t find much luck at the park.
	Nor at the high school, either on the campus’ outer park area or even the parking lot.  No luck at the movie theatre, either.  The “subjects” of potential interest all merely “held hands”, brushed shoulders, and lightly kissed.  But Wendy was undeterred and continued her search for needful visual aid.

Visual Aid
	In the most unlikely place, success!
	A naked teen girl with a great tan (all over) sucked the cock of a tall blond haired boy while a dark haired boy pumped her from behind.  The boy being sucked was in high school, he had a red sports car, thick blond curly hair, and very regal body.  He looked the typical surfer and possible “model” material.
	Behind the girl, a dark haired fellow rammed steadily, his hands clamped tightly to her hips.  He was a couple inches shorter in height his blond counterpart.  The dark haired fellow pulled his penis out of the girl, slapped her ass cheeks and then returned to pumping.
	The girl being pumped Wendy knew, she was in the junior high school next to Wendy’s elementary school and sometimes came to help out the younger kids in their various projects.  Leighanne Fauston.  
	Secretly Wendy spied on the three; the boy in her mouth pulled out his pee-pee, too, slapped it against her face then returned to being sucked.  Leighanne fingered herself, tweaked the nipples of her torpedo style titties and seemed to really enjoy what was going on.  Wendy took notes (mental) and found herself to be curiously tingling betwixt her legs.
	Hmmmmm

	At length, the guy in her mouth came.  A great glob of milky white splooge squirted onto her face as well as an inordinate amount in her mouth.  The girl choked, slung her head side to side but didn’t let go the dick in her mouth—not until the boy had “finished.”  When he did, he leaned back some and “played” with his tool, grinning and making rude comments.
	The boy behind her pulled out his weeny again, and again slapped it against her ass.  Leighanne placed her head down onto the floor, ass up, parted a cheek and wriggled her body.  The teen boy grinned and scooted up against her.  Both made strange noises.  The boy began to pump HARD, the girl wriggled her body some more and made faces.
	Soon, the girl turned over, on her back, legs opened wide.  The boy laid himself down onto her body and began to fuck.  Wendy couldn’t see too well and was afraid of moving lest she give away her position.  But she heard a lot of noises and wasn’t sure if they were of the pleasurable kind or what.
	But not wanting to miss something possibly crucial in her understanding sex and such, Wendy scooted down onto the slanted carpeted floor and began scooting herself as quietly as possible under the pews.
	Pews?
	Yep, pews; for you see, the three teens engaged in sex acts were doing so in the sanctity of a sanctuary—a church.  The church was a community church, Wendy attended Sunday School at said community church—as did the three teens—especially Leighanne.  That was because Leighanne’s father was a “father.”  A priest.
	Finally she had moved to where she could once more see what was going on—and learn.  She wasn’t sure for certain, though, what it was that she was learning!  Leighanne was still on her back, the boy on her face was Paul Glak, he always dressed so well in sporty wear, never a tie.  He WAS handsome and sometimes came to church riding a motorcycle.  Lots of girls were gaga over him.  Wendy thought he was cute, too, but not as cute as her boyfriend, Drake.
	The other boy was Tim Havers.  He never wore a suit of any kind but dressed well just the same.  He drove some sort of red sports car and girls were gaga over him, too.  He was cute and had style, poise, and a big cock.  Wendy could see it as she was near directly right behind the pumping boy and could see the member as it slid in and out of Leighanne’s pussy.  A time or two the cock slipped out; the boy laid it onto the girl’s pussy and humped there for a bit before sliding it back into the girl’s sex.

	Wendy saw Tim’s testicles as they cinched up tight and then fell back to some sort of normal mode.  There was his ass and everything, too, to gawk at—and she did!  between her legs she found herself “moist.”  A fantastical tingling sensation was sensationally sensationalizing her to the point where she had to unzip her pants and slid her hand down to try and quell the feeling.
	Didn’t work, though, but only made it feel gooder!

	Tim got his “nut”; Wendy saw a great river of milky white goo spilling out of the girl’s vagina—and there was a lot of it, too.  The boy continued pumping; his body arched sending his pelvis right up against the girl apparently driving his penis DEEPER into her pussy.
	There was a lot of note taking to commit to memory…
	Paul wasn’t out of the action, either; while Tim got his, Paul got his!  While buddy Tim pumped his finale, Paul nestled himself onto Leighanne’s face, the girl engulfed his testicles and began sucking them.  It was very apparent to Wendy that Paul liked—a lot!  The boy stroked his penis which was again very hard and erect and then for a mind blowing blow, Tim went down and began sucking it!
	Wendy was perplexed.
	She was also “wet.”
	But being perplexed won out and she watched in curious awe as Tim sucked the weeny of Paul.  Somehow, though, Wendy didn’t think that that was the right thing to do.  She had heard strange things about which she knew very little if anything at all.  She had heard the word “cock” and knew that it wasn’t always referring to a chicken.  She had heard the word “suck” and knew that it implied more than just sipping a soda thru a straw or to that elusive dilemma describing the perception of “life in general”.
	Wendy, too, had heard the word “cocksucker” but had no real intuitive notion of what it meant—until seeing Tim SUCKING Paul’s COCK.
	‘ooooooh!’ she cooed to herself.  ‘cocksucker.’ The word(s) now had more meaning.  Tim seemed to like what he was doing and Paul REALLY liked what he (Paul) was doing.  Somehow, though, Wendy still thought it was wrong.
	After a few minutes, Paul came.  Again.  And like unto Leighanne, there was a great anointing of the milky white stuff—how much Wendy didn’t know—she couldn’t see.  But Paul’s pecker was out of Tim’s mouth and all over the face.  Tim’s pud was out of Lieghanne’s cunt, it had shriveled up like a little boy’s but still seemed “thick.”

	Was Wendy’s “class instruction” over?
	Not quite.
	Tim and Leighanne lay side byside, kissing.  It seemed that Leighanne was licking and sucking the white stuff out of Tim’s mouth.  Paul stood up and played with his penis announcing, “I gotta take a piss.”
	Wendy knew what he referred to.  It was a cuss word and unpleasant and meant that the boy had to use the bathroom, to pee.  Leighanne and Tim weren’t moving, they lay arms and legs akimbo with Tim apparently going to sleep!
	Paul shuttled down the slanted walkway to the flat area of the church’s sanctuary.  The church had three areas of seating, each area had fifteen rows of pews.  Each pew could hold approx. fifteen peoples.  The main section, the one in the middle, was twice as big as the ones on the sides.
	There was the typical stage area where the preacher preached from and the choir sung from.  There were deacons chairs and guest speakers chairs, too.  All in the hue of blue.  Religious sayings were everywhere, icons of this and that, flowers, flags, and so on and so forth like that there.
	There, too, was a baptismal.  A water trough dead center, inset back and just above the center of the choir.  A microphone hung down so as the preacher or dunker could announce who was being “born again.”  Paul, nakedly, climbed up to the baptismal and began peeing into the water!
	Wendy was shocked, awed, and then enlightened.  It was a very naughty thing for him to do and though she thought it was a very nasty thing for him to do and he should be flogged for it, she also found it intriguing and extremely daring.	Wendy couldn’t wait until Sunday morning regular services to see who was going to get Baptized!
	Paul then plopped himself down in one of the choir chairs and began playing with himself, giggling and “getting after it.”  A moment later and he cracked a cheek and let a narly butt blast go.  Wendy, again, found the ordeal horrid and a terrible thing to do in a church, but she was also highly amused.
	Paul then went up to the clear plastic type podium,
	“And he said “CUM UNTO ME!”” all the while jerking off reverently.  Leighanne and Tim raised up from where they were.  Paul continued giving them a “sermon.”  His Dad was one of the deacons.  
	“It’s the audience that supposed to be naked, stupid, not the speaker!” chortled his cocksucking pal, Tim.

	“Damn, I knew something was wrong!” Paul laughed back at him.  Sidestepping he stepped up to one of the great vases containing an array of fantastic flowers.  Leighanne watched in awe as the boy masturbated, jacking off into the flowers.
	At first she thought it was pretty disgusting, then she laughed and came up to the stage to watch more in person.  Tim held his weeny over the other vase of flowers and “watered” them.
	“Oh my God, that’s disgusting!” chirped Leighanne.  
	Paul shrugged, “I just whizzed in yer old man’s water tank.”
	Leighann’s eyes bulged in awe “You didn’t!” to wit Paul nodded with a great smile, finished ejaculating onto the flowers, and conveyed matter-of-factly that he did.
	Leighanne wasn’t angry, or even revolted, she suddenly bursted into a broad grin and stared at the “water tank”—contenplating.
	Wendy had to scoot under the pews and risked being seen to get a better view of what the naughty trio was doing.  By the time she found a good place to see, Leighanne was perched precariously up on the water tank’s ledge, facing out to the sanctuary peeing into the water.  Paul and Tim held her in place lest she fall.
	After the pee, she climbed down and wiped her cunny on one of the flags.  Thereafter said flag was taken down and laid out on the stage floor.  Paul took his turn at laying on the fourteen year old and screwing her.  Tim meanwhile, played with himself getting a terrific hard-on.  At length, Paul rolled Leighanne to her side and buddy Tim laid behind her.  Wendy’s view was obstructed by the row of flags and her position.  
	When Wendy once more had sneaked her way where she could see better, she still didn’t know what it was exactly she was seeing—both boys seemed to be “doing” Leighanne; Wendy mulled it over in her mind trying to get a clearer picture.  Confounded, she decided to risk extreme exposure by slinking across the space from the pews to the alter and flowers.  Around the alter, behind it, and then nestling herself up inside the bevy of flowers to where she COULD see.
	And it still didn’t make since.  Where the boys having their pee-pees inside Leighanne’s vagina at the SAME TIME!?  And as if to answer, Leighanne raised her leg and allowed Wendy to see—Wendy could well enough see Paul’s penis in Leighanne’s cunt; but Tim’s penis was in the other hole—her asshole.
	‘ewewwew!’ Wendy commented to herself.  She lightly finger probed her own asshole not aware that it was a sexual draw for boys, too.  ‘I POOP from there!’ she said to herself.  ‘boys are so gross.’

*

	A gardener doing gardening stuff alongside the church frightened and disrupted the naughty trio, they scurried back to where their clothes were, dressed hurriedly, and then fled out of the main sanctuary leaving Wendy to remain in hiding.  She wasn’t fearful that the gardener could see her, the windows were of such that prevented an outsider to see inside.
	The images of the naughty trio filled her head—and then some.  She found herself with a severe tingling between her legs, she resisted for a time but eventually undone her short pants and slid them down—along with her panties.  Feverently she fingered herself into a tizzy until such a time as she called out Drake’s name.  She found that she had to lay down, work her pants and panties to her ankles and really get after it.  A burning sensation there was to her poon and she knew that only Drake’s pud would satisfy it.
	She found, too, that rolling over, pooching her butt up like Leighanne and done and then spanking herself was pleasurable.  She wondered casually if she could get Drake to spank her?
	Her tummy growled, it was getting late and if she didn’t want to get chewed out for being late for home, she had to scurry.  After pulling up her clothes she gave the baptismal water tank a look.  She laughed and then made way to the side door that was never locked.
	Wendy’s “learning” was not over, however…