August Moone
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 30
Getting Some More

Boys Lie
	Holly Kane was a nice girl, she had potential—lots of potential.  Mostly she was just a sweet girl, blond, and a great smile.  She was also a bit naïve but actually had a dark side to her.  That side was personal and private.  She lived with her single Dad and never spoke of why or where her Mom was.  Craig (remember him?) thought for a twelve year old, she was cute—damn cute.  He saw that she had another side to her, a private sad side she kept to herself.  
	A day or two after visiting the Ramsey household and the narly business with Mallory’s Dad, Raymond (chptr 26?) Craig took a mild break—his cock needed a break.  He didn’t go “hermit-like” but shied away for a while from the girls he had shagged (and even WANTED to shag.  But it wasn’t easy—he was a part of their lives so he feigned being ill.  No girl wants to be around a guy who’s ill.
	When a new day came and Craig’s cock seemed ok enough to traipse out and check on those in his circle, he did so.  He found Kristy “out of town.”  Maryanne and Dawn not at home.  Claudia and her dope smoking naughty family had company.  Stacey was “out of town”, too.
	Mallory and her step-Daddy Raymond had just pulled away in the family car going “somewhere.”  Craig was a little put off, those he was ready to “visit” were unvisitable.  But not undaunted, he continued and came to Holly Kane’s home.
	Holly Kane was an associate member of the Babysitter’s club association; she had small duties of caring for extra kids who needed cared for but the older girls couldn’t due to various reasons and so junior members took up the slack.  Holly was good with kids; she was basically a kid herself.
	Slowly he made his way around the house of Kane to the backyard.  There was the family car in the drive so someone, like a parent type, was home.  All was well and seemed serene—and on a nice day like it was it was unusual that Holly wasn’t outside.  But she wasn’t anywhere’s else Craig had been to.  

	From his vantage point at the backyard alley fence—he could see nothing.  It meant he would have to either risk exposure, being seen by someone in the house or houses around the Kane house, or go the fuck home and deal with it.
	He mulled the options, rolled his tongue over her teeth, contemplated, pondered, then stealthfuly made his way—thru the fence along the ivy that covered the sides of the yard.  He was driven with wanting to know exactly what was going on with everyone in his social group.  Inasmuch as he had the hornies for Kristy, Maryanne, Stacie, Claudia, and Dawn, so it was so with Mallory and Holly.  And then a few others.  It was a conquest.  A pilgrimage if you will.  To set out and conquer and then conquer some more.
	A housecat hissed at him and gave him long staring unfriendly looks.  Craig continued on his trek, making for the edge corner of the blue stucco house he paused as he thought he heard the telltale sounds of what could only be described as spanking.  Hmmmm, his interest was keenly piqued.  But without line o’sight his EMAD instrument wouldn’t work in shimmering his body to the point of rendering it “invisible.”  He had to directly SEE who he wanted NOT to see him!  It meant that he had to “go inside” the house.
	Getting inside the house was actually easy—the patio door was left partially open to allow passage of some furry critter (the housecat that hissed him earlier.)  There was a safety/security chain but being dexterous and nimble he managed nicely to undo the chain.
	Of course it slipped from his fingers and rasped against the glass door.
	He paused and waited for to hear footsteps.
	Hearing none he began making painstaking measures of extreme stealth in moving the sliding glass door without making a lot of noise about it.  As he did so, he DID hear noise—or noises.
	Spanking noises.
	His interest was highly piqued and as soon as the door was open just enough he slid his body in sideways and continued to stealthfully make his way.  Thru the kitchen to the connecting corridor, to the right and askew there was the grand living room and another room off to one side.  Craig made his way down the hall (where the spanking was heard.)
	In the next to the last bedroom the door was wide open and Holly Kane was up against her bed, her pants and panties at her knees with her upset Dad behind her swatting her with a belt.  Holly was in great distress and her darling cute little ass was near bleeding.

	Craig tried repeatedly to use his EMAD against the Daddy but his emotions were too high and the EMAD wouldn’t work with those high intense emotions.  
	Backing up he contemplated, the man was bringing horrible harm to his daughter, he needed a distraction.  A distraction.  A distraction long enough to settle his emotions thereby allowing the EMAD to zap his sorry ass beating ass.
	Craig stole his way down the hall, thru the living room to the door.  Carefully he opened the front door and rang the door bell.  Then fled, tripping over a chair’s footstool to hide in the hall closet.
	The spanking HAD stopped and Holly’s Dad, “Mike” came out breathing hard, sweating, holding his belt.  He paused at the living room entrance running his hand thru his hair—and Craig noticed the man had a boner.  He gouged the boner to make it less obvious then moved to the door.
	After opening the door and finding no one there, he was almost as pissed as he was when beating his daughter’s ass.  Slamming the door he stomped back thru the living room—Craig tried repeatedly to zap the man but those damnedable emotions were still too high.   Craig was in a pickle, now—trapped in the closet.
	Mike moved to the kitchen and to the refrigerator where he got out a beer.  Craig noted that his emotions were finally dropping, his EMAD was beginning to pick up electronic brain waves.  Now all that was needed was the “lock” on those brain waves and he was in business.
	Mike downed one beer then another.
	Craig feared the other end of the spectrum was coming—the EMAD had a certain range in order to operate; already it was clear that HIGH intense emotions prevented the EMAD from functioning as desired.  Low emotions or emotions clouded by other interference, too, dissuaded the EMAD’s functioning.
	Mike caught sight of the patio door.
	“Damn it, Holly, how many times have I told you to lock this fucking door!” his rage was beginning to climb (again).  He slammed the door shut and began marching back down the hall.
	Craig pressed a button on the EMAD, a small red flat button that was unmarked but he had an idea that it was “for emergency use only.”  He deemed that an emergency was in the works and it was necessary.
	He himself heard an ear piercing sound from the EMAD.  He didn’t really know for sure what exactly would happen by pressing the button but felt that there was no choice.

	After a moment the ear piercing sound stopped.
	So did everything else.
	Craig sighed at seeing Mr. Kane “frozen.”  That was a good thing.  Slowly he stepped out of his hiding place, keeping his eyes on Mike.  Mike didn’t move.  Craig waved his hand before the man’s eyes—nothing.
	Sighing more relief he quickly scurried down the hall to Holly’s room.  He found her “frozen”, too.  He guessed that the EMAD had sent out a burst that disabled all the people in the vicinity—regardless of the line o’sight rule.
	Well…
	On closer inspection, though, something was slightly amiss.

	Standing at the bedroom door Craig noted Holly with her hand rubbing her butt.  But the hand wasn’t actually “rubbing”, it was motionless like as if she were merely holding the hand there.  Craig watched and waited.
	Nothing.
	For several seconds, then a minute, then…
	Slowly he stepped into the room.
	“H-Holly?” he said cautiously, curiously, confusingly.
	Nothing.  
	He waited.  And waited.  Holly’s hand never moved.  
	Wrinkling his nose and swimming in confusion he moved up to the still girl holding his EMAD in hand ready to zap her if she was playing possum or something.
	On the EMAD there was something new, though, catching his attention.  On the EMAD there were two five inch long LCD screens (1-inch wide); the top one indicated the possibility of capturing brain wave capture.  The second screen indicated how well the capture was.  Small wavy lines and short straight lines, oscillating waves and different colored lines were all indicators on the bottom screen.
	On the top screen, something new.  It was usually plain with one straight line in the middle with numbers and letters like a tape measure.  Craig saw a change in that the top screen was split with a new ¼ inch screen in a green hue.  It completely filled in the new screen, but was slowly decreasing.  
	Craig then saw Holly’s fishtank.
	“What the fuck!?”

	On Holly’s desk was a fish tank.
	Books, clutter, hairbrush and a fish tank.
	There was a light on for the fish tank, but the activity inside the fish tank was all “still”.  Frozen.  The bubbles from the airstone were frozen as were the many tropical fishes.
	Craig stared at Holly again—her hand had not moved.
	The green zone indicator on the EMAD was still moving, slowly.
	What did it mean?
	Craig sighed then moved to Holly’s bed.

	He had seen Holly in a swimsuit before, she was hot and he had to keep his eyes elsewhere lest he be found out ogling her.  She had been merely eleven at the time, too.  She had grown, a year older, and had a better body to ogle!
	Holly Kane had blond hair, blue eyes, and a smile that would bring a stone boy to life so he could jerk off and melt.  Small breasts, but a good body for her age all over.  Very-very carefully he moved her arm.
	Nothing happened.  There was no resistance.  
	There was still heat from her beaten ass, a slight welt but no skin broken.  Craig had to wonder what the girl had done to bring done such a wrath?  He hoped to be able to find out or make the situation better.  Checking the EMAD’s progress, it was still “green” but he didn’t know exactly what it meant.
	He parted Holly’s burning cheeks.  His perverted horniess filled him and he found great pleasure in fingering her pert possibly virgin asshole.  His cock screamed for attention and so out of his pants came his cock.  Holly’s ass was very nice and his cock loved it—loved ON it; all over the flesh and up and down the crack, poking the hole and having a great desire to make anal entry.
	Keeping and eye on the EMAD Craig stripped off his clothes, then stripped off Holly’s clothes.  Before anything else, he checked the status of her Dad.  He was fine, still standing in the hall, not moving.  Back to Holly.
	Laying Holly out on her backside Craig checked out her pussy.  It was nice, a light covering of blond pubes and a nice tight virgin snatch greeted him.  He couldn’t stand it and “went down” on the girl, licking her pussy and getting DEEPLY involved in his task.
	Holly never stirred.

*

	Craig enjoyed his cunnilingus work, Holly’s cunt was marvelous—it was musty and already moist.  His tongue danced all about the pre-teen’s snatch, nipping the lips and nuzzling the little “bud”.  Slowly he slipped a finger up into her equally virgin asshole.
	Although “still” in life, the girl’s nipples perked up and Craig went after then, nipping them and slobbering all over them to his delight.  He found to his surprise—and glee, that by nipping the nipples, Holly didn’t respond.  
	He had nipped Maryanne’s nipples and she had reacted with slapping his face “that’s too hard!” she had admonished him.  Ideas (all naughty) flashed thru his mind.  He grinned and his cock screamed…

	Strangely Craig did find some pleasure in his task—of spanking Holly.  He wondered if that was what had gotten the girl’s Dad a boner?  Using his bare hands he smacked Holly’s ass, holding her ankles with one hand and raising her legs up he spanked the girl’s butt until he couldn’t stand it no longer—couldn’t stand holding off unloading.
	He was slightly fearful of breaking her pussy, so he settled for laying his hard prick against her cunt and humping.  That lasted about a minute before he rammed his rod into her cunt and broke her hymen in one great push.  But with the girl “unconscious” she wasn’t aware and showed no signs of distress.
	Her pussy was the tightest—well, other than that little Amanda he had taken part in having sex with in the company of Mallory’s Dad, Raymond.  He was bothered that Holly made no emotions.  That he would have preferred.  But oh well.
	It took a little doing and a little time but full vaginal penetration was finally made.  He felt kinda badly for what he was doing, kinda.  But it sure felt good!  He kissed her (on the mouth) and drove his cock into absolute euphoria.  There was the wish that she would be a little more “alive” about it, but again—oh well.
	With his cock dwelling nicely in Holly’s cunt, all was well.  The sensations were fantastic; closing his eyes he methodically pumped reeling in every act of pumping. With his super sensitive crown tingling exponentially, Craig exploded into a euphoric rage that was unstoppable.  His hands danced all over her fine nude body, cupping her butt mostly as he drove himself even deeper into her sex.

	After getting his nut there was quite a mess to clean up—blood.  He didn’t care for that, blood coated her pussy, thighs, as well as his cock and balls.  From the hall bathroom he fetched a washrag and took care of the cleaning need.  Thereafter he nailed her again, laying his cock between her young breasts and humping, pulling her head up so as he could she could suck.
	The feeling of an orgasm began to come to him again, he smiled as he quickly imagined his spew squirting into her sweet mouth, coating her tonsils.  He wanted to give her a good dose down the gullet then shoot the rest onto her face.  Always did he imagine shooting his love cream onto a girl’s face; every girl he met he took time to drink in her face.
	Suddenly, something from the corner of his eye caught his attention.
	The still bubbles in the fish tank—were they moving?
	YES!  Yes they were!
	Slowly, very-very slowly.
	Checking Holly he noticed nothing.  Then her eyes fluttered.
	“Shit, piss, fuck, motherfucker!” he bitched to himself.  
	It was a quick scramble to dress and try to think.  Then he noticed the bubbles in the tank moving faster, and on the EMAD, the green zone was no longer green but yellow.  He guessed that he probably still had time.
	Time.
	He guessed, too, that the red button had frozen time.  Curiously he wondered how far out the frozen time had gone; confined to just the house or outside, the neighborhood—the world?
	Quickly he dressed himself, then put Holly back to the way she had been—minus her virginity.  The yellow zone had begun to pulse and there wasn’t much “time” left.  Out to the hall he went considering his next moves.  He had discovered (while trying to dink with Holly’s mind) the EMAD no longer worked—in the capacity intended so mind dinking was out.  
	There was only one recourse; to flee.  To get out of the house and come back later when the EMAD was more operational like he wanted and then do something to Holly’s asshole of Dad.  

*

	Thoughts of boning every girl he knew (and met) filled him (and kept him hard.)  As he made for home he encountered several girls—they were traveling in packs and sometimes escorted by buffed out teen males or security.  Some of the girls he knew, some he wanted to know.  

	When he finally got home there was his best friend, Luca waiting for him.  No one else was at the Matthews home so the two enjoyed a couple of beers from the fridge and smoked a joint out on the back porch.  The topical discussion was, of course, bitches.
	Hot bitches.  Known bitches.  Political bitches.  Hollywood bitches.
	The two got horny and Luca whipped out his dick.
	Craig contemplated something.  He mulled, toked, sipped and casually eyed his nearly stoned friend jerking off.  They continued to discuss the bitches they knew (and wanted to know.)  Craig slipped back into the house on the pretence of fetching some more brews, but surreptitiously got his EMAD out.
	The top LCD screen was back to normal.  It had been noted as he had walked home that the device’s lower ¼ screen had gone to a red zone that flashed for ten minutes before disappearing completely, returning to the full screen size and emitting a horrendous ear piercing squeal that caused Craig to stumble and bash into Ms. Lee’s rose bushes sticking out of her fence.  He recovered, though, and all seemed well—‘cept for the numerous scratches on his arms.
	Carefully he placed a piece of duct tape over the “red button”, that was only to be used in dire emergencies.  Dire.  What he planned for friend Luca wasn’t dire.  But he wondered with Luca “stoned” could the EMAD do its thing?
	It didn’t.
	Bummer.
	Craig wondered if the device was “dead.”  The LCD screens were “active” and there was nothing indicating anything was wrong.  He had noted that there was small wordage on the device reading “in use.”  That mini screen was blank.  So was the mini screen beside that usually said, “ready for use.”
	It was guessed that the device needed a break.  Casually he wondered what was going on at the Kane house?

	“Hey, Dude, I gotta take a piss!” announced almost drunkenly Luca.
	“You know where it is.” Craig replied.
	Luca stumbled up, smiled, glossy eyed and made his way to the hall bathroom.  Craig took the beer bottles and discarded them in the backyard trash can, then used air freshener to “scent the air” around the patio table.  The phone rang and it was his Dad telling him he would be late and that he would pick up pizza for dinner.
	The “ready” indicator came on on the EMAD.

	His Dad would be late but he didn’t know for sure about his Mom.  She was flakey and sometimes was “late” getting home, depending upon where in the city she was (real estate).  But an opportunity was an opportunity.  As Luca came out of the bathroom, Craig zapped him.
	“let’s go upstairs.” Craig said.
	Luca nodded.
	According to the EMAD, Luca’s brain waves were Craig’s to manipulate as he pleased.  Luca stumbled his way up the stairs, farted, and brushed against the wall, nearly knocking off the ornaments his Mom had placed there.  He also nearly bumped over the very expensive flower vase on the antique end table at the top of the stairs.  Craig quickly hustled his friend into his bedroom.
	‘take off your clothes.’
	Luca didn’t even hesitate but clumsily stripped off all his clothes.
	‘now, Bee-atch, your ass is MINE!’

	Laying Luca down on his back, Craig assessed the boy’s dick.
	Then he assessed his own dick.
	Then he assessed “I’m gay?”
	He didn’t think he was, not really.  ‘Just this once.’  
	Slowly he came onto the bed, onto his nude friend.  Luca lay still, eyes glossed over, staring up to the blue painted ceiling.  Craig’s hard cock nuzzled up against Luca’s; strange unfamiliar feelings swept over him—thru him.  He didn’t understand it, it WAS different than when he laid on Kristi, Maryanne, Dawn, Holly.  
	Slowly he humped, pressing his hard-on against Craig’s so-so cock, even flaccid Luca seemed to have a fairly nominal cock to deal with.  And there was all those pubes!  Luca had raven dark hair and a raven dark bush!  Craig’s pud humped the bush, squeezed up tight against Luca’s cock and then began poking and prodding Luca’s balls.
	It was noticed Luca’s nipples perking up—just like a girl—just like a bitch!  Craig smiled and suddenly found himself sucking Luca’s nips!  It was bizarre and unreal—but Craig liked it!
	‘rub my ass, whore!’ he conveyed to Luca.
	Graciously Luca complied.  Craig found himself even hornier.  After sucking Luca’s nipples he brought himself up to Luca’s mouth—and engulfed the boy’s mouth driving his tongue DEEP inside!
	Like doing a girl, Craig humped like he was in pussy, but was merely humping on his friend’s sex.  Luca reciprocated the kissing, his hands clamped tightly onto Craig’s ass; the two enjoyed several minutes of lust.

	When the time came to cum, he did.  A lot.  A horrendous amount of jiz screamed out of his cock thoroughly soiling Luca’s cock, balls, and pubic area as a whole.  Craig ploughed his rod tightly against Luca’s sex deriving a great deal of pleasure from the act.  It was intense and just as intense, if not more so, than when screwing a girl!
	His energy waned and for several minutes he lay on his friend recovering.  Slowly he sat up and was somewhat disgusted at the splooge coating his cock.
	‘suck me clean, bitch!’ he commanded.
	Luca sat up, looked to his friend, then positioned himself and indeed “went down” on him, sucking him and cleaning his tool.  According to the EMAD, he was in fine form and very much under control.  Craig sighed, farted, and felt a new strange feeling as his cock was sucked (by his best friend.)
	Luca Waynes, though, wasn’t his “bestest” best friend, there was another who was more so.  Luca was sometimes crass, an ass, and troublemaker.  Not to the extreme but he went a little beyond himself.  He was still a good friend and one that Craig could easily pal around with and share the same likes and interests.  Luca wasn’t bad, not a true doper or drinker; he was good in school, star athlete, well liked, sociable.  But he had a wild side that often was risky.
	Greg Brady, however, was a little different.  He wasn’t “shy” but was reserved.  He had charm and was equally well liked around school.  He was pretty good in the basketball and football realms, and had a sister a year younger who attended their school.  She was HOT.  Fuckable, very-very fuckable.  Craig’s cock ached for that girl, and there were two others, too—step-sisters all to Greg.  Jan and Cindy attended a different school due to their younger ages.  Marcia was thirteen and had a dynamic body Craig wanted to see.  With the EMAD in his possession all things were possible.

*

	After a thorough cleaning from Luca, Craig was hard again.
	‘turn around, turd.’ 
	Luca complied, face down on the pillow, pulling a cheek open, waiting.  Craig determined that the boy was an anal virgin—from asking and poking the hole with his finger and then his hard schlong.  Penetration wasn’t going so well and there was more discomfort for Craig than he liked.
	‘I need lubricant.’ he decided and sloughed off to find some.

	In his bathroom he found a small plastic jar of petroleum jelly and sufficiently lubed his cock up with that, then applied a dab to his friend’s poop rim.  After that, HELLO SODOMY!
	It was still tight going and that was fine with Craig.  He reamed his friend’s hole to his delight—all the while thinking of doing same to Greg!  And there were a couple of other boys Craig knew; some were his age, some were younger, older.  He thought of each one, naked, face down, ass up, cheeks spread.  He wanted to see his cum dripping out of their assholes, clinging to their hairy balls—those who were old enough to HAVE hair on their balls, and dripping off their chins.
	The images of the boys in that aforementioned condition put Craig into high fuck mode and greatly did he ream Luca’s hole.  A curious sound of balls slapping intensified Craig’s lust; he even “reached around” to give Luca’s cock a tug.
	At length there was cum in great quantities spewing into Luca’s dirt chute.  Craig pumped for all he could, spanking Luca’s ass and experiencing even more homosexual tendencies.  He didn’t understand fully how the EMAD worked, but he was just glad that it did.  When done and done with Luca, Craig sat back (and eyed with curious glee) watching his spunk squirt in gobs out of Luca’s shitter.
	There were disgusting stains coating Craig’s cock, ‘ought to make you suck it clean, bitch!’ he commented.  Then,
	‘let’s go shower, turd!’

	Although he could get Luca to suck him, spread his cheeks, he could get Luca to fuck back.  Craig didn’t know what the hang-up was but Luca couldn’t seem to perform the task of “fuck me” as Craig desired.  He was curious about what it would really be like to be fucked in the ass himself.  Boning the girls in the ass was okay and even poking Luca’s hole was good, he still didn’t deem it being gay—just lust.
	After messing with Luca and then sending him on his way, Craig crashed—only to be awakened some time later by his Dad (who was strangely curious as to why his teenage son was sprawled out naked on his bed!  Craig explained that he hadn’t really felt well, had been playing sports hard and had merely come home, showered, and crashed.
	His Dad was cool and let it be.
	But he did note the missing brews…

	The following day, Craig was on his way to check up on the Kanes when he encountered Greg Brady.  Greg was on his way to a school function, he wasn’t involved himself but his hot sister, Marcia was.  
	‘I’m there!’ anytime he could see thirteen year old Marcia Brady inher school shorts was something not to be missed.
	The Hamilton Junior High Wildcats against the Emerson Middle School Cougars in a heated battle on the soccer field.  Twenty-two girls in short-shorts.  The Wildcats had black knit shorts with yellow stripped tops; the Cougars had green silk-like shorts with white and green stripped tops.  Each girl had a nice set of bouncy titties, tight asses, and great little bodies every boy in attendance watched with some glee (and desire.)
	Greg’s sister played sweeper and forward.  She was pretty good and Greg’s eyes never seemed to leave her.  He cheered her on and it was good that a step-brother would be so caring about a step-sibling.  Marcia and her two other sisters were new to the Brady family, Greg’s Dad marrying the girl’s Mom a little over a year after both opposite parental units had died.  At first, the boys did not like the girls and the girls did not like the boys.  But after the family had blended they eventually got along a little better.  There were still “fights” and loud discussions, but nothing out of the ordinary for brothers and sisters.
	Number Sixteen Cheryl Cleaver, center forward, raced towards the sideline side-kicking the ball back into play.  As she did so, she lost foot as her momentum propelled her.  Realizing this she reared back.  But momentum and the law of physics continued to play a part and she went sliding down onto her butt.
	In sliding down onto her butt, her legs went up—giving sideliners a nice view of the girl’s panties as her shorts were the ones with large leg openings.  Craig and Greg nearly creamed themselves right then and there.
	There was even more creaming when the game was over, Marcia’s team winning by a goal SHE scored; the girls all scooted to the gym’s showers.  The boys remained with eyes closed thinking of all those young babes in the shower—naked.
	“Fuck,” blurted Greg, “I’d do anything to see them!”
	‘oh yeah?’ Craig mulled, ‘like, suck my dick, spread your cheeks, let me have a go at your sister?’
	Greg didn’t hear Craig’s inner most thoughts, which was good.  The boys watched other girls and had lurid thoughts about them, openly.
	“Damn, that Denise Hatchely is a hot one.” Greg mouthed.

	Craig concurred and as he leaned against the fence he gouged his pulsing prong focusing on the Subject.  The subject was cute, damn cute; Italian features, creamy skin, cheerleader type body and mentality, TIGHT jeans, top, body.  She was a sweet girl with a friendly attitude, fantastic smile, and drove many a boy to go hump a brick wall.
	“Sweet mother of bitches,” Greg said lowly, “I’d give my left nut to have two minutes with her!”
	Craig held his tongue.  Denise walked by, smiled to the two horndogs and continued walking on by.  The boys focused on her ass, moaned and could hardly contain themselves.
	“Fuck this!” Greg said and he backed up to hide himself inside the mass of sideline bleachers.  Craig was with him and almost together they hauled out their dongs and began stroking.  The bleachers were set with a wall of ivy as the backdrop, no one could see them and they happily wanked away.
	“What we need is one of those things--”
	“One of those mind devices?”
	“Yeah, one of those.”
	“Seems like everyone’s got one!” chortled Greg.
	“Yeah, everyone but us!”
	“And we’re the ones who need it.”
	The noise of others prompted Craig and Greg to zip up and disperse from their hiding place and sat on the bleacher seats as a small group of mixed students passed by.  In the group were some girls, young girls from the nearby middle school.  Some girls from the gym had finished their shower and had come out.  Craig and Greg focused their attention on them with a casual eye up to the tennis court area where some girls in their short skirts played tennis.
	As far as Craig knew, Greg was a virgin.  They were best-best friends but seldom kept anything from one another.  With the advent of the EMAD in Craig’s possession, though, Craig had a lot of stuff he kept to himself.  He wondered if Greg kept anything narly to himself—with a hot sister like Marcia in his house how did he keep from jumping her bones?
	“Sooooo, what if you knew someone who DID have one of those things?”
	Greg brightened up some, rolled his shoulder, looked to Craig in hope,
	“You know someone with one of those?” he asked with widening eyes.
	Craig shrugged, “Well, yeah.”

*

Will wonders never cease
(nope!)
	He was hard pressed to keep his hand from Greg’s butt.  The desire was there to rub, caress and spank his friend’s ass as he humped on the nude body of fourteen year old Denise Hatcherly.  The girl WAS hot, with her clothes off she was even HOTTER!  Using the secretive EMAD Denise was zapped, there WAS a red flashing diode on her blouse indicating that a mind altering device was in use, but it did little to prevent her mind from being taken over.  Slyly she was escorted over to a more secure area, behind the weight room where a great pile up of bleachers in need of repair was stowed.  	Greg had problems; he was finally gonna “get some” and he knew someone who actually had an EMAD!  The implications and possibilities were incredible and endless.
	And Denise Hatcherly was not a virgin.  Duh!  Her poon was still deliciously tight; after the two horndogs stripped her clothes off, Greg wasted no time with licking her pussy, sucking on her titties, he laid on her and drove his prick into her fuckable pussy and fucked.  Craig didn’t mind that he was going to get “sloppy seconds”, he had future plans involving Greg’s siblings…

	Greg thoroughly enjoyed putting it to Denise, she was his first real fuck and greatly was he relieved.  After the first orgasm, he lay on the girl—finally sucking on her bodacious ta-tas and running his hands all over her nude bod.  Denise lay in wallow, rolling her head side to side and having more “life” in her than the previous Holly Kane had the day before.
	Sitting up, Greg played with his cock and then peed on Denise’s cum laden cunt.  A long steady piss and Craig liked it.  He took Denise’s hand and with the EMAD’s help had her play with his cock.  She did a fair job and as soon as Greg had finished peeing on her, he sat off to one side to continue playing with his cock while Craig took his turn.
	Craig wasted no time himself and drove his prick fully into the girl’s cunt, the cunt was moist and allowed full vaginal penetration with some ease.  Thankfully there was enough snugness to make the doing worth while.  Like Greg, Craig sucked on Denise’s titties, kissed her deeply and longingly and enjoyed himself beyond comprehension.
	It felt good.

	During the middle of the fuck Craig pulled the girl’s legs up, Greg helped hold them and Craig “went after it.”  Greg’s pud was hard by then and as Craig finished his first orgasm, he rolled the girl to her side and pulled a cheek open.  Greg had never gone up a girl’s butt before—but always wanted to.  He wasn’t particularly good at it and it took several attempts before he finally managed to ram his rod inward.
	Craig’s stamina had waned and he pulled out of her sloppy cunt, Greg ploughed the road and butt fucked Denise until he blasted a hot load of goo DEEP into her hole.
	There was extreme determination in Greg in getting his nut, he clung to the girl and pounded her anus with extreme force.  Craig was kinda turned on; checking the EMAD he saw that Denise wavered between “aware” and “not aware.”  So he peed on her titts then pushed his dick into her mouth for good measure.  
	Incredible sensations did the two enjoy; Greg fired off a massive round of hot teen spunk into Denise’s asshole; Craig emptied a massive wad of his personal love juice into her mouth—then brought his dick out and humped on her face. 
	Greg lay out exhausted on his back in the heavy overgrowth of ivy plants; Craig felt a little ill and had a fever.  The EMAD appeared to be functioning normally.  Denise was still controllable with a bloodied asshole and cum in her pussy and mouth.  Craig rolled her over and began squeezing her ass—then spanking it.  He thought of Holly and her Dad, he knew he had to go back to them and find out what was going on.
	“Fuck,” said Greg, “I gotta get home soon.”
	Craig did, too, but with the EMAD no matter how late he was he could smooth it over with his folks and all be well.  The two horndogs lay still, recovering, farting, cum spilling onto their midriffs.  Only when Denise began showing signs of “aware” to the point of coming around did Craig move and put her back under control.
	Greg checked his watch, “I was supposed to walk Marcia home.”
	The two dressed, using a rag Craig wiped clean Denise well fucked asshole, then lay beside whispering mental commands to her; ‘your asshole hurts ‘cause you took a big shit.  Her cunt hurts ‘cause you’re horny and want to have those cute guys Greg and Craig fuck you silly.’ He repeated the message(s), soothing her so as she wouldn’t freak out about the soreness to her pussy and asshole.  
	Of course, she gagged, choked, and puked ‘cause of the spunk matter in her mouth—he forgot about that.  But oh well…

	At Greg’s house, after Greg invited him, the boys eyed Marcia and two of her friends.  Greg got bitched out, by Marcia, but it only lasted “a moment.”  Friend Craig zapped Marcia and her two friends then stealthily sneaked them into the garage.  Way-way to the rear, the garage door closed, the side door locked.  Dim light came thru a dull pane window providing “just enough light.”
	And time was of the essence.  Greg’s Dad wouldn’t be home for two hours, the Mom was shopping and no telling exactly when she would show up.  Then there were the other various siblings on time zones of their own.  The garage was the safest and no time was wasted.
	Marcia was first.
	She had changed out of her soccer clothes and sported a nice mid-thigh length skirt and matching white blouse.  For thirteen she had a nice set of hooters; long straight blond hair, thin lips, and a nice butt.  Greg raised her skirt and was going to be contented with that—but at the last moment reached around and undone the snap and let the garment fall.  The step-brother then went to his knees to eye eye-to-eye his step-sib’s panties.
	He was near meltdown mode.  Craig checked over the other girls; Stephanie Macasilin and Bonnie Richards while Greg lusted heavily to his sister.  
	“You sure she wont know?” Greg quizzed.
	Craig assured him, “Just like Denise.”
	Greg was still dumbfounded by the whole thing, and for a test, he firstly waved his hand in front of her face, then slyly brushed the back of his hand against her breasts.
	Nothing happened—the girl stared straight ahead.
	Greg licked his lips, mulled, then squeezed the right breast followed by a more generous squeezing of the left.  “And afters, she wont know, right?”
	“Right.” Again.
	Greg sighed then stepped right up close to his step-sib placing his hands onto her butt.  He was heard to breath one of those breaths of “finally”.  It was almost orgasmic.  Gingerly he caressed her butt, pulling up her short skirt, slipping a hand down inside her panties.  With his bare hand on her bare flesh, Greg was experiencing a nirvana like nothing else.
	For Craig, it was almost the same, just another girl, another notch.  

	Stephanie and Bonnie.  Two very fine thirteen year olds who had great potential.  Great potential.  And Craig was just the one to exploit that potential.  Stephanie wore some sort of medieval blouse, ruffled expanded shoulder, a brown string around the waist—actually just below the breasts, then the rest of the blouse flowed freely.  For thirteen, she was very pretty, kind of reserved; she had long flowing reddish brown hair, a few freckles at the nose, but a fantastic smile.  Craig took her beauty in, squeezing her breasts and slipping off her top.
	Greg, meanwhile, had pushed his sister up against a low woodworking counter; her panties were off, her legs were up, and Greg’s cock was exploring the wonders of her tight virginal cunt.  Craig paused to watch him, he found some sort of bizarre fascination in watching someone fuck.  He noted Marcia DID express some grief as her cunny was “broken”, but she was still “under the influence” of the EMAD and there was no worry.
	He tried hard to keep focused on his own prize, but Greg’s antics were curious—mostly Craig found himself drawn to Greg’s ass.  Narly thoughts invaded his thoughts, images of his cock slamming up into Greg’s asshole; he wanted to see his cum dripping out of Greg’s shit pipe; he wanted to coat Greg’s balls (with his cum); he wanted to shove his fuck stick into Greg’s mouth and shoot massive wads of spunk down his throat.
	All those images and narly thoughts prompted Craig to shove his fuck stick into Stephanie’s virgin cunt.  He had worked her panties down and then off almost ejaculating due to her soft supple skin.  He took a few moments to nuzzle her musty smelling cunt, finding a string dangling out of her entrance.  She was on her period.  Craig didn’t care, he pulled the string and pulled out the tampon, disposed of it and inserted something better.
	Greg was deeply involved in screwing his sister.  He made audible sounds of joy, took his time penetrating, and when time permitted, completed undressing her.  Marcia was so-so aware, but her mind was bogged down (by the EMAD) and “not aware”.  She sweated, moaned, fluttered her eyes, and made sounds similar to sexual pleasure.
	Craig returned to his shagging of Stephanie.

	With the cupping of her ass, fingering her equally virgin poop chute, Craig’s cock explored nicely Stephanie’s cunt.  It was delicious.  The girl’s entire body was wondrous all over, ‘specially naked!  Stephanie moaned some and Craig made good making her feel good—and himself as well.
	Greg had completed his task of incest, but it was a technicality issue, they were brother and sister by marriage only.  A fine layer of blood coated his schlong, he didn’t care for that—kinda grossed him out actually.

	Craig continued his efforts with Stephanie while Greg cleaned off his cock.  He seemed to have no interest in the other girl, Bonnie.  Craig did, though.  After unleashing a nice massive wad of hot goo up Steph’s flue, he began undressing Bonnie.  Bonnie wore jeans, designer jeans.  They were tight-snug fitting and snugged her body nice.  Laying the girl out on the workbench the tight-snug fitting jeans were sipped off to reveal the girl in a pair of red cotton stripped panties.
	Question:  why don’t witches wear panties?
	Answer:    better grip on the broom. 

	The house of Brady had dwelling within three girls, three boys, and a parental unit.  The Dad was a big architect type person; the Mom was a housewife and was quite a dish.  Of the three sisters, Marcia was gooder, but not the cutest.  The cutest was the youngest girl, Cindy.  But she was merely a child, six years young!  The middle girl, Jan, was ten.
	After defiling Marcia, Stephanie, and Bonnie in the garage, the girls were cleaned up and re-dressed.  A lot of time had been spent loving on those girls, though; the boys not aware of the passage of time, the sound of the family car pulling up, the other kids home, the flashing pulse on the EMAD…
	He didn’t know how concerned he should be, but there was some concern; he had never noted the “flashing” before, ‘cept when he had used the “emergency” button.  When using the EMAD and done with “whoever” he merely “reset” the subject/victim, made himself scarce and pressed the “reset” button again that turned the EMAD off.
	Now, something had changed.
	There were still, though, the main screen and the mini screens (for each subject).  No mini-min screens with a “time limit”.  The boys quickly hustled the girls back into their clothes, loved on them a bit more—squeezing titty, kissing, fingering, and reeling in what they had done—and hopefully would get away with.
	Noting the family car in the drive, the patio door open complicated things—along with the other kids of the house racing back and forth from the house to the car fetching grocery bags.  Craig and Greg would have to wait before ushering their girls out of the garage and back to where they had last been.  But was there time?
	Yes!  When the last of the groceries had been whisked away into the house Craig and Greg quickly hustled the girls out to where they last remembered being and “reset” them.  Craig and Greg then hurried into the house and mingled with the house.

	“Just in time!” chastised Greg’s Mom, Carol.  She wasn’t angry with Greg but his timing could have been better—to help with the groceries.  The other kids made fun and then hurried off to do other things leaving Greg and Craig—alone—with Carol.
	Hmmmm

	Greg acted sheepish when having a direct eye-to-eye with Craig, the idea was conveyed but quickly ditched and avoided all together.  But the thought was there.  
	“Wanna come up to my room?” Greg asked, “I’ll show you some stuff.” Typical teen boy “stuff.”
	“Would you like to stay for dinner, Craig?” Greg’s hot Mom asked.
	Craig rolled his shoulders in typical fashion, an invite was an invite.
	“Sure.” And it better not be friggin liver or some vegetable junk, either—‘or I’ll sap your ass and bone your on your own fucking table!’
	Middle sister, Jan, passed by the boys as they made their way up the stairs.  For ten she had a fairly decent body, bouncy titties, delicious smile, friendly attitude.  Craig definitely wanted to see her nude.  On his face.  Bobbing on his cock…
	In Greg’s room there was chaos—he shared his room with two other sibs and one of them had just “cut the cheese.”
	“I been holding it all day!” announced middle brother Peter.  The funk was evident and Greg quickly opened the windows; younger sib Bobby held his nose and fanned the air.  The brother who had dealt the smelly offence was on his bed chortling up a storm.
	‘ever have sex with your brothers?’
	“Yeah, a couple of times we’ve done stuff.”
	Greg then froze and Craig was in business, again.
	The EMAD seemed to be working fine, no flashing screen—but the unit itself seemed “warm.”  He decided to keep a check on it more often.  Back to Greg.
	‘what do you do with your brothers?  Fuck them in the ass?  Do they suck you?  Do you suck them?’
	Greg had a good relationship with his brothers—very good.  They kept secrets, to themselves.  Of course, Bobby was a little young and could easily spill without knowing it—so the secrets shared with him were secrets that were okay to share.  The boy was, though, sworn to absolute secrecy about the “naughty” stuff he and his brothers did—like mutual masturbation, cocksucking, and “up the ass.”
	Usually (and mostly) it was Greg and Peter who were the most naughty with one another—they sixty-nined one another—a lot.  Greg usually fucked his middle brother in the ass while servicing Peter’s peter in return.  Greg didn’t take it in the ass from his brothers—but HAD taken it (in the ass) from another boy(friend) whom Craig did not know.
	Craig enjoyed the Q&A feature of his EMAD, it gave him wonderful and needful information.  
	To Bobby, the youngest brother, Greg and Peter sucked him—while he slept.  The boy was a sound sleeper and was easily manipulated.  The boys shoved their dicks into his mouth and jacked off, eleven year old Peter often jacked off onto Bobby’s balls and then licked them clean afterwards.
	But usually it was Greg and Peter, alone—at night.  Sometimes in their room, sometimes in their bathroom, sometimes sneaking out to the garage, running naked in the backyard, daring one another to dart out to the front of the house and even out to the road.  Of course, those shenanigans took place in the middle of the night.
	‘what about your sisters?  You’d like to fuck them, right?’
	“Right.”
	‘and your Mom, your new Mom?’
	Greg gulped and held back answering for a moment, licked his lips and then nodded that it was so.
	‘ALL your sisters?’
	“Yes.” And by this time, Greg had a major pounding pulsing prong very visible in his gray corduroys.

	There wasn’t a lot of time, not with a house full of other people who could just “wander” into any given room at any given time—but Craig took the chance and up against Greg went, unzipping the boy’s pants and getting out his cock.  It was warm—no, HOT in his hands and already with a moist head.  
	Craig had asked, surreptitiously via the EMAD’s new found feature, Q&A, whether or not Greg would be interested in a sexual fling with him (Craig.)  Greg conveyed back that he would be okay with it.  
	The brothers, Peter and Bobby, were laid out on their beds and Craig was hard pressed not to “go after” them, too.  He fondled Greg’s cock instead, squeezing his cock, fondled his balls and desired to have him.  he wanted Greg to suck his cock, bend over and spread his cheeks, everything.  He held off, somehow, just fondling his friend’s dong.

	Hearing voices in the hall prompted Craig to cease operations and “reset” the Brady boys.  Greg, and his brothers, were none the wiser and Craig felt that he had betrayed the friendship he had had with Greg.  Oh well, wouldn’t be the first time…

*

How to hump without really trying
	A day off was what he needed; doing nothing but enjoying the scenery, trying to keep pure thoughts—trying.  It wasn’t an easy task and he had chosen his place of rest in the neighborhood park—a place where a small bevy of young peoples cumulated.
	Cumulated.
	Young peoples.
	A dozen or so, various ages, girls—boys, all with potential.
	Craig moaned.  Not again!
	One particular set of young’uns caught Criag’s attention, a boy and a girl.  The girl was not more than five with the boy no more than eleven.  They were brother and sister.  The little girl apparently had to “go” and so the brother escorted her to the restrooms located deadcenter but at the back end of the park.
	The little girl was cute, as all little girls are—curly blond hair, green eyes, nice butt.  Happily she skipped along, but held her hand at her crotch (like that was gonna help!)  She was ushered into the bathroom by her brother; he remained outside as the five year old had reached the age of being quite capable of managing to go to the toidy on her own.
	But Craig saw something about the boy—he had a boner going for one.  A boner for his little sis?  Or the small bevy of delectable teenage girls in the park?
	‘ever put your dick into your sister’s mouth?’
	‘just Chelsea.’
	An older sister…
	‘Chelsea sucks your dick?’
	‘Yes.’
	‘take it in the ass?’
	‘no. he replied dejectedly.
	Dean and Chelsea were naughty with one another; mutual masturbation; they ran amok in the house in the nude—when no one else was home; darted out to the backyard (in the nude—sometimes when the folks were home—but in bed/asleep.)

	They, too, mutually enjoyed licking the other’s private parts.  
	Chelsea, though, absolutely forbid vaginal or even anal penetration, she wasn’t taking any chances of some lame STD or even the chance of Dean’s cum getting her pregnant.
	And she also forbid him to be naughty with their little sister, Mindy.
	‘wait until she’s older.’ he had been warned.
	Chelsea was good at what she did, she got him off on a regular basis and he got to eat her pussy all he wanted.  He also got to rub his cock all over her pussy and ass, but when he came he had to shoot it away from her holes.
	‘so you want Mindy to suck your dick?’
	‘yes.’
	Craig smiled, ‘then let’s do it!’

	Inside the Girl’s bathroom little Mindy sat on the toilet—farting and just finishing up her pee.  Her powder blue pants at her ankles along with her basic white panties (with duckies all over them).  The bathroom stalls were bricks walls on three sides with a green privacy door.  No one else was in the restroom, it was a typical shitter with papers on the floor, dirty scrawlings on the walls, poor lighting.
	Dumbfounded Dean stepped into the bathroom and to the stall his sister occupied.  Craig had a little trouble nailing Mindy’s mind, but did so and opened the door.  It was a little crowded but all three were within and Craig got Dean to take his dick out.
	He then got equally dumbfounded Mindy to grip it, examine it, then taste it.  To Dean, he was unaware that he was being electronically coerced, and Mindy—she was merely acting on her own (sort of.)
	Expertly Dean eased Mindy’s head down his shaft.  His eyes rolled and Mindy made a face—the taste of dick was not appealing to her.  Just the head of her brother’s prong was in her sweet little mouth, the boy was hard and greatly (secretly) had always wanted a blow job from her.
	Craig expertly took Dean’s pants and underwear down…

	Unknown to Dean, he was being sexed; from behind him, the Coercer placed his cock between his (Dean’s) legs.  Craig still didn’t particularly consider what he did “gay”, it was just sex.  Just sex.  He wasn’t in love with the boy, or Greg, or Raymond (Mallory’s Dad), or any boy in his social.  It was just sex.

	When worked up enough, Dean and Craig came.  Dean flexed his hips, rocked his pelvis, and filled his sweet sister’s mouth with his brotherly love cream.  Craig filled Dean’s shit tube with his love cream.  
	Mindy wasn’t too fond of the “icky goo” in her mouth and spat most of it back onto her brother’s prong.
	‘suck his balls.’ Craig coerced the girl.  She hesitated but then engulfed Dean’s nuggets and promptly suckled them—much to the delight of Dean.
	Dean got all worked up again and “face fucked” his little sis, Craig rubbed his own pud up against (and all over) Dean’s ass.  Dean was getting off, again; his cock strong and hard began squirting spilling its goo all over the little girl’s hair.
	“Oooooh, suck it, Mindy, suck it, please!” Dean begged.
	Mindy happily obliged—under the guise of the EMAD’s whim.

	There wasn’t room and there wasn’t time, but…
	Mindy was stripped naked and as she sat on the toilet, she was pulled up into a position whereas her naked brother could get on his knees and eat out her innocent little cunt.  Which he did.  Meanwhile, standing to one side, Craig worked his worked up foul cock into the little one’s mouth, ‘suck me.’ he commanded her.  Mindy did so; Dean happily licked out her little poon.

	Chelsea Simmons sat in a dimly lit corner of the family home’s basement, smoking a joint.  She had already toked one and was on her second, along with a bottle of beer from the family refrigerator.  She was well on her way to being “stoned.”
	Why?
	Bad day at school, the previous day.  And the news of her “bad day” would soon be known to her parents and she would rather be stoned in dealing with them when they found out.  
	Dean knew what had happened (skipped a class, missed a test, got a “D” on a test, got caught with some answers to a test but not a class she was in.)  After bringing Mindy home, Dean got her some treats and smelled the odiferous odor wafting up thru the air vents.  He knew where his older sibling was and what she was doing.  That made him happier than he already was—he knew and was aware of what had happened in the park bathroom (just not aware of “how.”)

	Quickly he ushered Mindy to her room and to her bed, snuggled her with her plush toy animals and even read to her a short story.  Whether or not the little girl was “aware” of what she had done in the park bathroom was not clear—not to Dean.  
	It took half an hour before Mindy closed her pretty eyes.  She was a sound sleeper and on his own, Dean slipped down her pants and panties!  The boy stared at her nakedness, licking his lips and totally on his own.  Slowly he pulled out his pud and masturbated; then even slower he crawled up onto his slumbering sister and rubbed the head of his cock against her slit. Greatly did he want to FUCK his slumber sib.  Somewhere he held off and satiated himself with humping her slit.
	Then suddenly he remembered his other sib…

*

	Craig had seen his sister Chelsea stoned a “few times” before; he covered for her which was how he got her to suck his dick and be naughty with him.  (blackmail, it such an ugly word, but it works!)
	Dean often covered for his sister Chelsea, she wasn’t necessarily a “bad” girl, just bad things seemed to happen (to her.)  She had her own way of doing things, not necessarily to be “different” just to be herself.  Dean seemed to be the only one who understood her.  This only helped bolster his ability to get free blowjobs.
	“Stoned again?” he chortled squatting before her to see how stoned she was—and how much he could get away with with her so stoned.
	Chelsea smiled, her eyes were glazed, she flared her nostrils and was way-way out of it.  “Mom and Dad gonna shit green bricks for weeks over this shit.” she blurted in a stoned voice. 
	Dean knew sort of what the troubles his sister was in.  He’d care more later and devise something to help smooth things over—later.  Slowly he positioned his stoned troubled sis down on some old rags and clothes destined for the church’s Help the Needy cause.  Chelsea was close to passing out.  That was okay with Dean, too.
	But first, he wanted a blowjob.
	Down came his pants, only then realizing the “funny” feeling in his asshole.  He let it go as a possible “wet fart” and angled his hardness to Chelsea’s mouth.  “Suck me, bitch.” 

	Chelsea grinned and saw her brother’s cock waggling before her.  She grinned and sputtered something unintelligible and then put her lips to the glistening knob.  Slowly she engulfed the crown and began tantalizing Dean to the extreme.
	The blowjob was nice—very nice; kinda sloppy but tolerable.  Just the fact that he was getting one from his stoned sister was good enough.  He also took the time to face fuck his stoned sister; she tried to “snort” his cock, or his cum one.  Craig found the whole ordeal amusing but curiously wondered if the stoned girl was “aware” of his presence.
	Craig actually wanted to spend time with Mindy…
	He didn’t cum, Dean didn’t; instead, he pulled out and took a half moment of rest.  Then, on his own, began undressing his sister.  He started with her shoes then went up to her burgundy top and pulled it off.  Stoned sibling Chelsea merely grinned and clutched her brother’s balls,
	“Ahm, you’re being naughty with me!” she grinned and faded between realities.  Dean paid her no attention and fumbled about undoing her bra.
	With the bra off, Dean took another moment to linger (lustfully) at his sister’s tits.  They were nice.  Of course, lots of girls had “nice” tits; very nice—of course, they were usually concealed by shirts, tops, teeshirts, and bras, all to tantalize hard up young men.  Chelsea had a nice rack and Dean fondled—fondle-fondle-fondle.
	This fondling, of course, only got him harder; it drove him to work down to the girl’s pants and take them down.  Chelsea continued to wander in and out of reality, moaning and mumbling incoherently.  Dean seemed concerned and Craig was, too; he worried how her parents would be when they found her—stoned, naked, dripping with cum.  Her school problems would be the LEAST of her problems!
	After working her kinda tight jeans off, Dean once more took a moment to take a gander at his sib clad in her lavender panties.  He let out a moan, and Craig did, too, the girl looked pretty good (in her lavender undies.)  Both Craig and Dean masturbated with Dean “going down” on his sister, eating her luscious pussy out thru her panties.  Craig took a moment to gander at the boy’s ass…

	Though the “helmet” was soft, the shaft was hard and into Craig’s shitter it went.  All of it.  Hands clamped tightly onto Dean’s soft hips the unseen Craig made anal entry while Dean himself continued to munch out his sister’s cunt, pulling her panties to one side and flicking his tongue to her moist snatch.

	Craig felt extreme pleasure from his doinking of Dean’s ass.  It was a tight hole and it mattered not that it was a “boy” hole.  He made slow gentle progress and when all the way IN, he pulled slowly all the way out.  Then IN, then OUT, then began the process of actually fucking with great strides of pumping for pleasure.
	There, too, was the good ol’ “reach around” and tugging on Dean’s cock.  Dean continued his efforts of apparently trying to get his sister to cum while he noshed on her cunt.  Craig gave no thoughts to the naked Mindy upstairs, he only wanted to fill Dean’s asshole and go from there…
	Dean slowly munched Chelsea out to the extreme, the girl twisted and rolled, bucked her hips into his face and made slow moans as she was brought to the brink of ecstasy.  Dean was good.  His tongue delved into the recesses of her cunny; his teeth nipping her vaginal flesh, his nose nudging the “hood” of her sex while his fingers probed her.
	Juices began to flow and the girl was close to orgasm.  Dean sensed, and was a part of it.  He licked faster, nipping her clit and stimulating the girl even moreso.  The ride was about to begin.  Dean talentedly engulfed 
the whole of Chelsea’s cunt, his hot breath very muchly tantalizing Chelsea to where she began to undulate her young body uproariously.  Her nipples hardened and she began to thrash about, bucking her sex into Dean’s face.
	Dean could hold back no longer and pulled himself up along Chelsea’s body, finding delight in her firm breasts.  He paused a few seconds to gander at the jiggling mounds, squeezed the nipples and then proceeded to “mount” her body.
	Their sweat mingled and Dean’s cock brushed against the tight quim that was Chelsea’s poon.  The girl felt it and reacted; eyes fluttering, mouth open, nostrils flaring, and sex exploding.  “OH, God!” she yelled, “do me, do me NOW!”
	Dean didn’t have to be told twice…

	Craig pulled out, dripping his cum all over Dean’s ass.  The boy ploughed into his sister with great umph—and determination.  He wasn’t particular good at it, but at least he kept his cock in her and that was all that mattered.
	Dean put it to his sister, humping with all his might.  He wanted to cum but didn’t want to shoot off too soon—he wanted it to last.  Chelsea made noises thru the ordeal; raked her fingers across her brother’s back; flailed her legs/knees wildly and humped back into her brother giving Craig the impression that she had indeed had her own orgasm.

	Finally their sweaty bodies meshed in a unionship of one; their mouths met and Dean “rode” up on his sister, his cock buried to the hilt in her cunny, rubbing right up against her clit!  It was actually the perfect way to fuck; Dean’s hard body right on his sister’s; their hips together with her legs wide open; his pelvis moving rapidly with only a bit of his shaft coming out.
	They fucked.
	And they fucked well.
	It rocked Dean’s world and did a fair job on Chelsea, too.  She shuddered all over and released serious orgasmic juices.  Dean released his own and hungered for more.  But his cock was well shagged out and “more” would have to wait.
	Which was ok, he spent the time “adoring” his still stoned sister.  His cock still nestled in her cunny, too—still squirting its goo.  Sibling Chelsea no longer seemed to care.  Dean loved on her breasts, squeezing each mound and lusting heavily.  His thoughts (probably) were on an assortment of girls he knew.)  Closing his eyes he drifted to sleep.
	This was okay to Craig, wiping his dick clean he took a turn with Chelsea.  Sloppy seconds was okay with him.  Her pussy was still deliciously pleasing and his cock didn’t care.  Craig sloughed himself into the girl; she reacted somewhat “Oh fuck, not again!” she muttered with eyes closed.  Craig smiled and noted that his EMAD did NOT have a lock on her mind.  Oh well.  
	Chelsea was not as into it as she had been with her brother, but that was okay with Craig, he nailed the bitch to his delight, squirting a great gob of spunk into her sex after three minutes of intense humping.  It felt good to him, “he got his” and didn’t care if she got hers.
	Like Dean, though, he needed a brief rest.  He laid on the girl, loving on her teenage mounds, kissing her and allowing his cock to languish on her sopping wet cum laden cunt.
	Then he heard a door.

	From upstairs a door slammed.  Craig set back in a slight panic.  His cock popped out of Chelsea’s cunt spewing more cum, squirting spew all over her pussy, midriff and bare tummy.  ‘this aint good, rabbit.’ he said to himself.  Wrinkling his nose, fondling his tingling over sexed cock he contemplated—he was trapped (in the basement) with no visible way out.
	Taking a breath, gathering his clothes he slipped back into the darkness under the stairs.  Slowly he dressed and waited.  It wouldn’t be a long wait…

Pursuing pursuits pursued
	They were out of place.
	So was the car.
	The night was young and lust was in the air.  In the back area of Redneckville a long sleek black limonene had come onto the scene.  The driver was not a prissy stiff well dressed Englishman suited for the job of limo driver but a young teenage black boy about seventeen.  He was well dressed, though, and didn’t look the type of car thief.
	He wasn’t alone, either.
	Beside him, in the front seat, was a “honey.”  She was demure, sweet looking, equally black, and a damn fine “honey.”  She had potential, so did the boy.  They were worth some interest to the spying/unseen Cam Cameron.
	The girl was—incredible.  Her skin was other than being black was soft, creamy, and unblemished.  She took care of her skin and it showed; her hair was styled nicely, she wore good clothes, and was smitten by her somewhat stud of a boyfriend.  Her name was Charlene.
	Her somewhat studly boyfriend was Todd.  He looked younger than his sixteen years and he was almost seventeen in fact; but he looked fourteen.  Short hair, a diamond earring in one ear, very good clothes, and driving his Dad’s limo.
	And of course, the Dad didn’t know.
	By the style of their clothes (and the car) they weren’t from Redneckville.  They were from the nearby City.  Why they had come out to where the rednecks live was unknown—but after their “visit” they would wish that that hadn’t…

	CC wasn’t the only one who was observing the two.  After the car parked the kids moved back into the back area of the limo; the moonroof was activated and the mini bar opened.  Charlene was a little shy about the whole affair but accepted the glass of Bubbly just the same.  It appeared as if Todd was trying to be Mr. Smooth, Mr. Cool, and Mr. Chivalry all in one.  He had an ulterior motive, of course, but was playing it cool.
	Low key jazz music spilled out of the speakers, there was a soft breeze wafting thru the open roof; the girl wore some sort of perfume—expensive; it could be smelled wafting out of the car and into the surrounding area.  It didn’t bother Cam, but it did the “other”.

	The “other” was a rent-a-cop, a security guard for the nearby county construction site.  He wasn’t too tall, but made up for it in girth.  With donut cream on his lips, the security sneak sneaked along until he was right up close to the limo.  
	The car, though, prevented peering inside to know what was going on.
	Cam knew, not at the time—but later on when he peeked into Todd and Charlene’s mind.  After the bubbly and some expensive chocolate, the two settled down to “making out.”  Still trying to be suave, Todd’s moves were subtle; the two sat snuggling shoulder to shoulder—Todd stretched his body and coyly placed his arm about Charlene’s shoulders.
	Charlene was wise and accepted the ploy, she snuggled herself with hands politely folded between her legs.  She wore designer jeans that were kinda tight.  After the arm wrap, she turned to her mediocre stud, tilted her head and gave him the unspoken signal “it’s ok, you can kiss me.”
	And so he did.
	The two embraced and it was clear that Todd was hard pressed to keep from “jumping” the girl’s bones.  He was in agony.  But the kissing was okay; they tried to engulf the other’s mouth with their lips while their hands busied themselves roaming wildly all over the other’s bod; Todd caressed Charlene’s arms trying to be careful and not be a dog and grope her breasts.  Charlene caressed Todd’s arms; their passion began to “heat” up and soon their groping turned to exploring—testing the waters of “how much CAN I get away with?” (before she slaps my face?)
	Lightly did Todd test the waters of what he could get away with by brushing his hand against her right breast.  He got away with it.  He didn’t know if it was because of her own passion heating up or what; but be did it again and then ran his hand up and down her right side.
	Charlene was doing likewise—testing the waters.  She didn’t fear having her face slapped but had other fears.  From caressing Todd’s arm, his face, and side to brushing her hand against his crotch and obvious growing bone.
	What happened next happened seemingly in one fluid motion—Charlene laid down with Todd on top of her.  Their passion raging near out of control—but their lips remained locked still engulfing.  Charlene could feel Todd’s “cock” pressing hard against her; she could feel his heart beating furiously; their passion was escalating.
	Todd methodically began to “pump”.  It was NOT their first time.  They had made love before, twice, even!  But each time seemed new.  Their desires began to escalate and soon (rather quickly) it was Charlene who was undoing her pants and pushing them down.  
	That was a clear enough signal to horndog Todd who began fumbling undoing his own pants; clumsily the two worked their clothes down—and off still maintaining a “lip-lock.”  Todd hurriedly pushed his pants and underwear down to his knees whereupon from there his legs worked them off on their own—after kicking off his shoes.
	Charlene did likewise, she was embarrassed—despite it not being her first time.  Her tight designer jeans made it to her ankles, along with her panties; she opened her knees and Todd’s body came onto her (her sex).  They were both inflamed with absolute desire, passion, and lust.  Heavy on the lust.  They continued to kiss, deeply and more fervently while Todd awkwardly worked his erection into Charlene’s cunt.
	Charlene moaned as Todd’s masterful cock entered her.
	During the mind probe (later) Cameron found an interesting tid bit of information—information Todd was not aware of.  It seems as though Charlene was getting screwed by both Todd and his brother—his little brother, Arnold.
	The very first time Todd and Charlene fucked was in the home of Todd and Arnold, no one was home—or supposed to be.  For a time the two teens listened to music, munched, and were totally unaware that they were being “spied” on.  After a time, they began making the moves in the prelude to heavily making out—which was a prelude to screwing.
	For their first time, Charlene put a condom on Todd’s dong—she firstly had worked it to super stiff mode (but didn’t kiss/suck it.)  She fondled his balls, rubbed his ass, and openly opened her self for his delight.  And Todd did so, delighting in Charlene’s delightful bod.  Laid out on his bed, naked, Todd was beside himself; Charlene was a true beauty and he knew that he was damn lucky to have her.
	Knowing that she was from a “good” family, a Christian family, he knew—he just knew that he would never get a “piece” from her.  And he would be wrong!  She was just as horny as he was.  She knew that he had a boner going when she was in his presence and with him being a sweet boy, a nice boy who didn’t cuss, smoke, or even fart in her presence, she ultimately decided that if she were to have sex, it would be with him.
	After their first fuck, they showered together.  She was aware mildly that after her first fuck there would be “blood” and it was gross.  Both teens were greatly embarrassed but that was cleared up when they stepped into the shower.  Once more they fucked with Charlene’s body pressed up against the tiled wall and Todd’s cock slamming unsheathed into her sex.

	After the shower they laid out on his bed playing with the other’s saex parts, kissing and ultimately engaging in sex, again.  Todd loved on Charlene’s titties, licked out her pussy and desired to fuck her asshole.  But Charlene but the kabash on that venture—that was a no-go.  So he nailed her cunt one more time and then she went home.
	A few days later—enter Arnold.  Literally.  
	Charlene came over to find Todd not at home as she thought he would be.  The circumstances of his not being there was not clear—but he was with the parental units and not home and wouldn’t be home for some time.  Charlene was about to leave when…
	“Uh, say, you can wait with me.” Arnold said.  He was twelve, but looked ten—and sometimes acted ten.  A smart aleck, but a nice boy and sometimes naïve.  Sometimes.  Charlene liked him and thought he was “cute”, but he was twelve and not someone she would be attracted to.
	Arnold, though, was attracted to her—and how!  Especially since seeing her nude and having sex with his brother.  This fact was laid out to the teen beauty, along with the fact that he was an ultra sneak/spy and had captured the teens’ doings on film.  He smiled the whole time while spilling what he knew all the while Charlene’s face fell to the floor.
	She had no idea what lay in store for her.
	“What are you going to do?” she finally asked out of curiosity.
	“Glad you asked!” smirked young Arnold, “I’d like to get some.”
	“WHAT!?” Charlene stood and was not in dismay but in shock.
	“I want to do what my brother was doing.” he said matter-of-factly.
	Charlene was speechless.
	Arnold then spelled it out for her, he would give the film to his Dad, a corporate executive, and a copy her Dad—an assistant district attorney.  
	Charlene batted her pretty eyes repeatedly, mouth agape, mind in a blur.  It was blackmail—and how!  She shook her head in astonishment at such a proposal—but she certainly couldn’t have her Dad see the film—according to her strict Daddy, she was supposed to remain virginal until marriage.
	It took time for her to cope, to gather herself and fully understand.  She thought of ratting the little bastard out to his brother, surely he could do something.  But that would cause a lot of other problems.  And Arnold mentioned that he had duplicates of the tape and if she DIDn’t cut him some like she had Todd, the copies were going to be distributed “around.”
	She wasn’t furious—like she should have been, but scared.  
	“Alright.” she said.
	Alright she said!

	In Arnold’s room they went, Arnold’s cock beating him there.  His room was kind of—messy, cluttered with comic books he was collecting, sports equipment, and clothes.  Typical.  Charlene looked the room over with some disapproval, but sighed and made for his unkempt bed.
	Slowly she undone the buttons to her blouse.  Arnold stood before her a few feet away—watching.  Why the girl didn’t throw a fit, cuss the boy out, or simply leave was not known.  She wasn’t that kind of a person.  She was the other kind.
	With her top undone she removed it and then simply went to her bra clasp.  Arnold nearly fainted when he saw the two beauties before him.  They were small, small “Bs”, but they were okay just the same.  Perfectly shaped mounds that Charlene squeezed after dropping her bra on the floor.  Then she scooted up on the bed a little more, laid back and unhitched her pants.  Being kinda tight she struggled slipping them down.  Arnold helped out the cause and pulled the garment off, bewildered as he stared at a pair of snug fitting green panties.
	“Whoa!” he moaned.
	Charlene paused.  She was nearly nude and only then began to wonder—was there any pictures after all?  She didn’t know but was assured by Arnold that there were.  She was too naïve to doubt him so down came her panties.

	Sex with Arnold was not all that bad, it was just the simple fact of the matter that he was the brother of her boyfriend and he was twelve and he was blackmailing her into the dirty deed.  No condom, either—but Charlene was secretly on the Pill.  Mostly it was due for other reasons other than sexual.  There, too, was the fear of being raped under the guise of some dirt bad with an illegal EMAD.  The rape would be bad enough but the thought of getting impregnated by some scum sucking dirt wad would be too much, so Charlene packed condoms with her always.  Actually using them was something else.
	Anyways, Arnold slowly stripped off his clothes and for twelve, the boy had more than an average cock for his age (group.)  As he approached the bed, Charlene opened her legs, fingered her gash, and nearly got her young blackmailer to cum off right then and there.
	He crawled up onto her naked body and nearly creamed as it was just too much for him.  Charlene herself guided his prong into her sex and natural instinct took over from there—for Arnold.  Charlene laid back and accepted her fate—but reeled just a little in the dirty despicable deed.

	Arnold was a quick cummer and lasted a mere two minutes before unleashing his liquid love.  His cock, though, remained hard and he was unaware that “once cumming off” get out—yer done and it’s over.  Charlene was not aware that he had “cum” just that he had expressed some of the same expressions that his brother did.  
	They kissed.  Arnold fondled Charlene’s titties, suckled them, and kept his hardness in her sex—pumping every now and then.  Charlene humped back, ran her hands all over the nude bastard, squeezing his ass like Todd liked and not overly upset about the ordeal.

	Arnold finally pulled out and shot another amazing wad of his spunk matter coating Charlene’s pussy.  He was amazed and could only stand with knees against the bed watching his pud cum.  Charlene diddled her fingers in the spunk then on her own, tugged on Arnold’s cock.  Todd liked her tugging on his cock after he had pulled it out of her, so did Arnold.  She figured it was the way of things and so she obliged.
	Charlene needed to pee and walked nakedly to the hall bathroom.  Arnold followed.  He had never seen a girl pee and was curious.  Charlene was a little embarrassed—but was naked and had just had sex with the boy so she sat on the toilet and opened her legs.  Arnold got on his knees and watched her urine stream from her fresh fucked cunt and became instantly hard again.
	The two showered with Charlene turning about, spreading her legs (and ass) and having the boy fuck her cunt from behind.  He poked her asshole but Charlene didn’t go for that and guided his black missile to her soft chocolate twat.  The boy made entry (in the correct hole) and humped his fill again—lasting another two minutes before exploding.

	Charlene felt some shame from the sexual encounter with Arnold, she was a little more than miffed at him, too.  But there were two more occasions that she would engage with him—with one occasion she sucked him and drained his lizard of his goo.  It sent the boy into high equatorial orbit and he was virtually useless thereafter.  She sat on his cum squirter, rubbing her cunt on him exciting her sex.  Arnold, though, was unable to get another erection and so their third encounter was a brief one.
	Had she had known that simply sucking the boy off would have prevented him from fucking her—she would have done so the first time!  Oh well.
	Back to Todd.

	Todd was close to shooting off his wad when Charlene gripped his dick, squeezed it brought the boy to pre-cum status.  She had the boy in her control and could make him do anything she wanted.  She continued working her clothes off, freeing her legs so as they would open up properly.  Todd finally broke the kiss, struggled for air and felt like he was going to have to pee.  It was a strange sensation and the need grew intense as the seconds ticked on.
	Charlene didn’t let go of his dick, though; she held it, tugged it, squeezed it and began pulling it—pulling him up (her body.)  Todd was in full agreement, he had no choice.  He dragged his fully engorged cock up her body, squeezing his balls onto her chocolate skin until it nestled right between her fantastically pleasing breasts.	
	Charlene squeezed her breasts over his cock and Todd humped—a titty fuck!  With his cock being of some length the glistening knob touched Charlene’s lips.  She was sooooooooo awesomely beautiful, Todd sat straddling her awkwardly and watched as slowly she engulfed his cock and sucked it.
	The act was just as good as when his cock dwelled in her pussy.
	To his ass the girl caressed tantalizing the boy like never before.  Todd was amazed to see how much of his seven-incher went easily into her mouth.  She sucked slowly, rolling her tongue about the super sensitive crown, diddling the piss slit, then traveling up and down the shaft that was also sensitive.
	“It’s cumming!” Todd announced.  He began to go through the emotional upheaval that came with cumming.  His eyes fluttered, ass tightened, toes curled, hair crinkled, and cock began to shoot.
	Charlene had most of the cock in her mouth in her mouth, she sucked hard and felt the juts of his sperm squirting into her throat.  She sucked him harder unleashing a magnificent surge of liquid love.
	Todd felt the need to pull out and did so; squirts of his cum splashed onto Charlene’s beautiful face and he had images of doing same to every girl he knew—and he knew many girls.  He wanted to see his cum dripping off every girl’s cheeks, off their titties, and especially off their pussies.
	Somewhat exhausted he moved back to where his softening cock would nestle nicely against her poon.  Charlene (after swallowing Todd’s spunk) embraced him and brought him down to where once more they began to kiss.
	Ewewew  cock breath!

*

	With her feet planted on the velvet red ceiling, Charlene was well hammered by her studly lover.  During their initial rampage of fucking her wild flailing legs had knocked over one of the decanters spilling expensive bourbon.  It smelled up the car and drifted out into the open air via the moonroof.  Charlene had scraped her foot on the moonroof’s opening, the sill, but she was in the throws of sexual bliss and the scrape pain did not bother her.
	Todd furiously fucked, his black marbles slapping hard as he strove to “get off”.  He had surpassed the common two-minute mark but was close to orgasm when…
	KNOCK  KNOCK  KNOCK
	A strong tapping there was came to the window and the strong light of a flashlight probed the interior of the car.  Both teens freaked and scrambled to gather themselves and their clothes.  But the car doors were not locked and so the rear door of the limo was opened and a light greatly probed inward.
	“Come on out, as you are!” bellowed a strong deep voice.
	“Don’t make any moves ‘cause Ol’ Betsy’s got a hair trigger!”
	The two nude  teens were greatly petrified, Charlene had her clothes to herself and saw a great beaming man in a uniform of some type.  A flashlight in one hand, a gun in the other.
	Todd tried to make a speech but was cut down sharply, 
	“Not a word, boy!”
	Todd seethed at being addressed as “boy.”  The man was white, burly, but armed.
	“Git up again’t the car, spread yer legs, and SHUT UP!”
	Charlene trembled in her fear and embarrassment.  The security guard addressed her, too.
	“You, too, missy, up again’t the car!”
	When Charlene tried to oblige but shielding her nudity with her clothes mixed with Todd’s the bellowed to her to “drop ‘em on the ground” and for her to get up against the car.
	Charlene felt ill, Todd felt ill-er.
	“You two aint sumptin!” snickered the guard.  
	“Listen, sir, I can explain--”
	“Dind’t I tells you to shat up!” and with that the man smacked Todd to the back of his knees.  Todd went down with a yelp, Charlene let out a meager screech of distress, and then began to pee and weep.

	“Stand up, boy,” the guard said, “spread yer legs, hands out.”
	Todd reeled in his agony, his knees had hit gravely ground and it hurt, but not as bad as the pain to the back of his knees.
	“Now then,” began the guard, “let’s see what the fuck we gots goin’ on ‘ere.”  
	The man paused, gawking at the trembling nude girl.
	“Yous gots some ID, boy?”
	Todd shaking in both fear and anger blurted, “In my pants.” He made a move to find his pants but was hit behind the knees (again.)
	“Did I’s tell yous to move, boy?  You don’t make a fucking move!”
	Todd was greatly in fear and clenched up his whole body as the officer picked thru the scattered clothing.
	“You gonna spend a long time in juvy for this, boy.” 
	“I haven’t done anything (illegal).” Todd almost cried.
	“I dint tell yous to speak, boy,” and another smack to the back of Todd’s knees there came—a little harder than the previous times.
	“Stealin’ a car is a serious offense--”
	“I didn’t steal it (well, sorta kinda, but it’s a technicality issue) it’s my Dad’s--”
	This time, for his outburst, Todd received an electrical zap that sent the young black male sprawling to the ground, rolling and reeling in extreme distress.  Charlene freaked out and turned, screamed and was herself zapped by a handheld electronic device (generally used on cattle.)
	When Todd came around—all was not well, he was handcuffed hand and foot; his vision was a little blurry but there was the officer, partially nude blocking the open door of the limo.  Charlene lay on the backseat, handcuffed, with one foot handcuffed to the open door window sill.  She was being raped.
	Todd tried to move but every fiber of his being forbid it.  When he moved electrical discharges charged throughout his body; he felt electricity darting and tingling even his teeth.
	“Don’t worry, boy,” chortled the guard officer, “you’ll git yer turn in a bit!” the man then returned to raping Charlene and paid no more attention to the blithering boy.
	Todd withered and screamed in seething blathers but was unable to get the white bastard’s attention—not until the white bastard got his nut.  He had ploughed young Charlene for several minutes, pulling out of her sex to hump her gash, squirt a little juice, then jam himself back into her for more outrageous humping.
	Finally, after squirting off a massive wad he relaxed, farted, and then peed on the girl’s pussy.  Charlene had rubbed raw her ankle that was cuffed, her wrists were also raked raw and bleeding.  The girl twisted about hopelessly crying softly.
	Larry Mason, Sergeant First Class Westdale Security stood flopping his massive manhood, it dripped gobs of cum and he reeked horribly of sweat and sex sweat.
	“Come ‘ere, boy, got sumptin fer ya.”
	Todd could barely move, barely comply.  Sergeant Mason reached out amazingly quickly for his size and grabbed Todd’s afro hair and dragged him to his person.
	“Open yer mouth, bitch,” seethed the man, “suck me.”
	Todd in no way was going to comply with that—so he was zapped again by the cattle prod.  Todd rolled about on the ground screaming in pain, his words choking in his spit as he screamed also for air.
	When the pains subsided, Larry squatted down, grabbed up Todd by his hair, “Now yous listen to me, bitch-boy, you bes’ do as I fuckin’ tells ya, or your car thieving honey there gonna regret she eva knews you!”
	“We didn’t steal no fucking car you fucking prick!” blurted out Todd.
	That of course, got Todd another zolt from the cattle prod.
	The boy fell about the ground rolling in unspeakable pains until he finally lay still.  Not dead, just still.  He breathed heavily and lay in an unconscious state of being for some time.  This was okay by the security guard, he turned his attention to the girl…

	“You saint gonna be a problem now, are ya?”
	The frightened out of her wits Charlene shook her that she wasn’t.  the nude beefy man released her swollen torn ankle from the window, but the handcuff was still attached.
	“You do as yer fuckin’ tolt and yous wont wind up like yer boyfriend.”
	Charlene feared the worse and got a glimpse of Todd’s still body, she knew that he was dead and if she didn’t comply with the fat bastard’s desires, she was going to be dead, too.  
	“Hold yer legs back, missy.” The nude guard told her.  Charlene complied, holding her legs back at the knees.  The horrible man plunged a finger into her virgin asshole, reamed it around a bit and made her very uncomfortable.  Then the man’s “C” cell steel flashlight went jamming into her hole making her ten times as uncomfortable as she was before.

	It felt good to have the horrible item out of her ass; the man, though, plunged inward something else—even more wickeder.  His cock.  Charlene twisted about as much as she could enduring the horribleness that was sodomy.  The wicked man fucked her ass with all his might, “ripping her a new one” while her boyfriend laid out on the ground in a stunned coma.

	Todd slowly came around.  He was dazed and highly confused.  Then he was mildly aware that something strange—very strange, was going on.  For a time he couldn’t figure it no matter how hard he tried.  Then, 
	Then he found himself and was sickened.  The fright level and fear mixed together and brought in horror and sickness.  He tried to scream,
	“What the fuck are you doing!?” but his words were choked in his throat.  Behind him his hands were cuffed together with the wrists bound tightly and rubbed raw to the bleeding point.  That was nothing compared to his asshole which was also bleeding.  The bleeding was due in part from the fat white bastard fucking him.
	Todd’s face was rubbed hard against the leather seat of the car, his whole body moved as he was pumped viciously in the ass.  His own cock was pressed hard against the seat, every inch of the white man’s cock was in his hole and the discomfort was immeasurable.
	“You got a choice now, boy,” the man said after shooting a massive wad of man spunk into his hole.  He finished his hellish deed, cumming hard into Todd’s asshole, then stepping back.  A horrible fire was in Todd’s hole, he could only squeeze his ass flesh as his fingers were unable to reach to try and soothe the steaming well fucked rectum.
	“You got a choice,” the man said again breathing hard, “you can suck me like I tolt you do earlier, or I’ll shove it up your little girlie’s ass.”
	Todd was near broken, he was broken.  The concept of “suck” failed to connect in his mind, all he heard was “up girlie’s ass”  He was powerless and in great pain.  Roughly he was pulled out of the car and placed hard on his knees.  The white man’s soiled bloody cock waggled before him.  The man pressed his horrid cock against Todd’s face but didn’t make him suck, he did scoop up the boy’s underwear and wipe his cock somewhat clearn—THEN he made Todd suck.

	He wasn’t a particularly GOOD cocksucker, but he did the best he could under the circumstances.  He sucked sloppily but it didn’t seem to matter to the horrid white man; the man laughed and filled Todd’s mouth completely.  Charlene sat on her knees nearby watching and weeping.

Finale
	While once more Charlene endured being reamed in the ass, she sucked Todd’s cock.  The boy took his turn at crying and not as much into the act of getting a hummer as he would like to enjoy.  Charlene wasn’t enjoy it that much either—it was just something to do while she was being sodomized.
	And right at the blissful moment of ejaculation from Larry the security guard, he pressed the prongs of the handheld cattle prod to her tender ass and pressed its button.
	Charlene freaked and latched onto Todd’s cock with great enthusiasm.  Todd, too, was cumming and squirted off a gigantic wad into Charlene’s mouth.  She had been close to nipping off his cock but the gush of cum in her mouth made her violently ill and she retched back, spewing out the goo from her mouth—this caused Todd to jump back and Charlene’s head to rear back.
	The guard didn’t care, he clamped his beefy white hands onto Charlene’s ass and fucked hard until he got his.  When done, he zapped the girl again until she passed out like Todd had done.

Vertical assimilation 
	The scene was unpleasant; suspended from a nearby tree was Charlene, stretched out with her hands and feet handcuffed, her feet a mere twelve inches from the ground.  Her fine nude body was coated in dirt, cum, blood and tears.  
	Charlene’s sixteen year old vagina was sewn up shut tight, too.
	So was her mouth.
	The girl was in a daze as she twisted slowly about to see her surroundings.  The numbness from her vagina had begun to wear off, as was with her mouth.  Both places began to sting her, tingle and annoy.  Unfortunately with her hands secured above she was unable to scratch.  In her daze she was barely aware of what had happened to her.  
	She remembered a large lumbering white man in her face—then there was another man, tall and lanky, almost sickly looking.  She remembered her legs being pushed wide open and forced to stay open while something went on with her pussy.  The man licked her and closely scrutinized her vagina.  His hot breath breathed into her vaginal opening that had been rent by the vicious rape of the fat security guard.  Charlene tried had not to react to the sensations the second man was doing to her—but it was a natural reaction and she couldn’t help it.

	The new man licked her pussy, nipped the lips and nipped her super sensitive clit—all this while the man plunged a finger into her asshole.  Her asshole was still mightily sore from the abrasive butt fucking she had gotten from the security fuck.
	How long she was tantalized at her sex she didn’t know, nothing made sense.  The man DID seem to be gentle about his doings, much gentler than the first man.  
	Her legs ached, her breasts hurt, and then there was the rest of her body.  Nothing, though, would compare to what happened to her nextly.  After much ado about having her cunny licked, nipped, entices, a new torment came.  

	A minute was needed for the numbing spray to do its magic.  While that was happening, Cam continued sodomizing the girl with his finger, then using the security’s guard’s discarded flashlight.  The young black girl reacted with twists of her body but was of no particular threat to him.  When she DID fuss too much, he simply bit her on the inner thigh—hard.
	It only took three “bites” before she understood that to endure the flashlight intrusion was something to tolerate and accept.  She did.  Cam worked the makeshift dildo/cock in and out of her asshole until the entire slender four “C” cell metal cylinder was in her ass leaving only the bulbous twistable head poking out.  By then her vagina was numb.
	His faved Number Ten sewing needle pierced the outer lips of Charlene’s cunny, the numbing spray helped lesson the blood flow, too.  Cam expertly guided the needle across the “gash” and pierced the opposite lip.  He made a loop back into itself and then drew the fine surgical thread to close.  He made the procedure up the few inches of Charlene’s gash, cinching tight the labia lips.  After making the knot, he was pleased with his work and dabbed the blood until it clotted on its own.
	Some time was spent kneading the girl’s breasts, when the nipples were brought to full erect status, he began nipping them—grinding the hardened areoles until he cleanly nipped them off.
	The girl began to twitch as the numbness to her pussy began to wear off.  Cam lay on the girl, pressing his weight onto her while he adored her pretty face; for a moment he lingered, grinding against her and realizing that he couldn’t fuck her, he had sewn her cunny up tight and up her ass was a metal flashlight!
	Sitting up he set his sights on the curled body of her boyfriend…

	Todd once more felt an incredible stabbing pain centralized at his asshole.  His hands cuffed behind him, his head in a daze he was barely aware that once more he was being sodomized.  And once more, brutally.  Todd’s face grinded into the dirt ground, his head butting against a rock or tree or something as a very hard and determined object rammed into his dirt chute. 
	Cam recalled his days at school, when he had forgotten his prayers Father Mike and two others would take him to a “special” room that was deemed to be an aid to help wayward boys/girls learn their prayers.  Here with his beads in hand he was positioned against a desk.  Father Mike shouting at him to recite St. Theresa’s 24 Glory be to the Fathers—all the while behind him Brother Bart pulled down his pants and underwear.
	Young Cam blurted out as best he could, “Holy Trinity, God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost, I thank Thee for all the blessings and favors Thou hast showered upon the soul of Thy servant--”
	Then suddenly something was plunged into his anus.  It was long, it was hard, it was vicious.  It began to pump and drive even deeper into him, he felt a trickling of something dripping down his legs, but he couldn’t concentrate on that, Father Mike was in his ear, slamming his hand down onto his hand clutching his beads.
	Holy Trinity, God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost, I thank Thee for all the blessings and favors Thou hast showered upon the soul of Thy servant Theresa of the Child Jesus, during the twenty-four years she spent here on earth, and in consideration of the merits of this Thy most beloved Saint, I beseech Thee to grant me this favor--”
	The pain in his ass increased and then there was some sort of “rhythm” involved.  Cam also became aware that someone was playing with his penis and testicles other than himself.  Father Mike slammed a Bible onto his hands, the beads he was clutching cutting into his skin.
	“Finish it!” Father Mike screamed.
	Cam splurted, “Holy Father, God the Trinity, God the Holy Ghost, I beseech Thee for all the blessings and showers Thou hast favored during the twenty-four hours--” he knew he had fucked up.  His mind raced to try and recover the words but they failed him.  Father Mike slammed his Bible even harder onto Cam’s hand, and when the words still didn’t spew from Cam’s lips, the Good Father began smacking Cam’s twelve year old ass with the Bible—and doing so as hard as he possible could.
	Meanwhile, Brother Bart positioned himself onto the desk right before the distraught Cameron.  His cock was hellish, discolored, and coated with some blood.  Someone said, “here, wipe that off.” 

	After Bart’s cock was cleaned, it was presented to Cam,
	“Suck me.” Bart said.
	Cam shook his head and tried to spout out the novena again.  But again messed it up which only further infuriated Father Mike.  Cam was pushed down onto the desk, Brother Bart’s penis and testicles against his head and a can began lashing Cam’s ass.
	Cameron’s nose and mouth were right at Brother Bart’s ass(hole),
	“Say it!” screamed Father Mike, “Say it or I’ll the hide off of you!”
	Cameron tried, he sputtered and smelled the reeking hole of Brother Bart.  Father Mike sent the cane against Cam’s already blistered ass flesh, then lauded it vertically against Cam’s crack.  Finally the cane was inserted into the twelve year old’s asshole.
	Meanwhile, Brother Bart had positioned himself whereas his testicles were engulfed into Cam’s mouth.  Bart masturbated his cock against the boy’s head, he was nude and in his early 20s, his body was fine and regal but not muscular.  

	The abuse went on and on, Cam finally sucking Brother Bart’s cock; Father Mike finally pulling the cane stick out of his ass—replacing it with his cock and fucking Cam relentlessly for several minutes.  After Brother Bart filled Cam’s mouth with his cream and he had licked the man’s dirt chute for five minutes, Father Mike reached around and took holt of Cam’s testicles, “I’ll rip them off if you don’t tell me what I want to hear!”
	Cam sobbed and retched, choked and nearly vomited but blurted out,
	“Holy Trinity, God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost, I thank Thee for all the blessings and favors Thou hast showered upon the soul of Thy servant Theresa of the Child Jesus, during the twenty-four years she spent here on earth, and in consideration of the merits of this Thy most beloved Saint, I beseech Thee to grant me this favor, if it is in accordance with Thy most Holy Will and is not an obstacle to my salvation.”

	Cam knew them all.  Every novena.  Every position of the Cross.  He knew every Priest, Father, Brother, sister, Mother, Nun, novice.  All were etched in his mind permanently—those who had abused him, used him, raped him.  Some he had already dealt with, some still had their time coming.  He was just waiting.

	Todd was waiting, too.  He was unprepared for what “awaited” him, though.  After Cam’s major squirt wad blast filled Todd’s anal cavity, Todd’s magnificent cock was the object of Cam’s attention.  It was stroked, squeezed and then admired.  Todd had been turned to lay on his back with his legs opened wide.  Cameron clutched the boy’s testicles and engulfed the mighty cock with his mouth.
	Todd was too bewildered to know and or realize that it wasn’t Charlene who was servicing him.  He was sucked hard to a state of blissful explosion.  But just before he began to ejaculate—
	Cam placed a special wire loop about the boy’s testicle sac, drawing it closed and then continuing with the slurping of the boy’s penis until the first juts of cum began to spurt.  Suddenly, though, something caught his attention…