August Moone
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 34
Stand Alone Story

Decent into Horror
	
I know what you did…
	Party favors wavered in the stirred up air conditioned air; streamers and other assorted hanging decorations lightly danced, too.  Two piñatas had already been struck a number of times and spilled their delicious contents.  All about the large room there was chaos—children of various ages played games, stuffed as much candy as they possibly could into their mouths and were having the time of their lives.
	In charge of the structured chaos were some young teens, mostly girls, with the help of some kind hearted boys (who mostly sought only to get into the good graces of the young teen girls if only to later get into their pants…
	One of the boys helping nudged when the girls in charge of the chaos,
	“Pretty wild, huh?”
	The girl nudged nodded that it was so.  She was not overly pretty, pretty enough, though.  There were two other girls who had extraordinary cock pleasing appeal but they weren’t the ones Dominick Demetrius was interested in.
	Sixteen year old Dom smiled and flashed his baby blues to the overly distracted Mandy Kostopholis, Mandy though not smitten with Dom, liked him and was warmed by him.  He was tall, dashing, had great hair, and a rigid body.  It was the basis of Attraction, the ages old Ancient Man thing of Prehistoric times whereas Woman looked upon her potential Mate as a means of continuing their race—it mattered not his Looks; hair, teeth, bone in his nose and ears; it mattered that he was strong, a hunter, and virile.
	Form the Ancient Man’s point of view he looked upon her as—“uhm, nice tits!”
	Mandy didn’t have “big tits”; her breasts were actually in nominal proportion for girls in her age group, which was thirteen.  Mandy had pleasing looks; curly brown hair, a sweet face, nice butt.  She wasn’t opposed to wearing dresses—but they were her thing.  There was a tomboy streak in her and she was the star pitcher for her school’s ball team.

	Thomas Popkin was the object of her distraction—adorning him with party favors.
	“He’s a cutey.” Dominick chided.
	“Yeah.” Mandy replied almost haggard.
	Then, 
	“I liked him better when I saw him the other day.”
	Mandy paused and gave Dom a strange look.  “The other day?”
	Dom smiled and leaned down so as only Mandy could here, 
	“Yeah, that day you and him were out at the park.”
	Mandy’s heart pounded so that she thought for sure it could be heard; her mouth dropped and she began to sweat.	Genuine fear began to envelope her.  “Oh shit.” she blurted.
	“Hey, it’s cool” Dom said smiling, nudging her again, “I like boys like that, too.” and girls.
	Mandy was at a loss, confused, and curious.  ‘what did he say?’  ‘what did he actually see?’
	Dom took advantage of her confusion when she blurted, “what do you want?”
	Taking her by the elbow he guided her out of the cafeteria room where the party for hospital kids was in progress and down a short hall to a seldom used storage room.
	Dom had seen (spied) Mandy with ten year old Thomas “the other day” as they were in a secluded area of the neighborhood park that butted up against a “wilderness.”  In a remote area surrounded by large boulders and thick sapling trees, young Thomas stood with his pants and underwear at his ankles while thirteen year old Mandy sucked his weeny.
	The girl caressed the boy’s bare ass as well as clutched his hairless nads, too.  She was topless while doing her service, her shirt and bra off and she seemed to be somewhat of an “expert” in her task.  Young Thomas was afeard, either and humped into Mandy’s mouth fully enjoying the suck.
	When the sucking was complete—when Mandy had sucked her fill that is, she sat back on her heels pulling Thomas to her.  They hugged and Thomas’ prong came right up onto Mandy’s chest.  The girl continued to fondle the boy, rubbing his ass and toying with his cock.  At length the boy was positioned so as he could suckle on her breasts.
	A few minutes of this led to Mandy laying out shucking her jeans and panties.  Young Thomas stepped out of his pants, pulled off his shirt and the two lay nakedly in the noonday sun with no cares whatsoever.  Mandy expertly guided her young stud into her sex and they progressed into a lovely “nooner.”

	In the storage room though there was a light, to Mandy K it was as dark as doom.  She had strove hard to keep her illicit actions private.  There was a swelling gall aimed towards Dom for his spying on her, catching her in the act.  That she didn’t appreciate.  
	But she was also in a spot and that wasn’t good, either.
	“Soooo, what do you want?” she had to ask although it was fairly obvious.
	“About the same as what you and Thomas were doing.”
	Mandy sank.  This was definitely not good.  “you bastard.” she quipped.  Dom shrugged, he smiled and eyed her coolly, “do it and no one else hasta know—what you and Thomas were doing.”
	Blackmail.  It was an ugly word—but it fit and worked.
	Mandy closed her eyes and beheld great disdain for Dom.  He was handsome, sure—he had looks and appeal and more than once did she finger herself thinking of him in a sexual way.  But his blackmailing her pissed her off and made her think otherwise of him.
	But she couldn’t let it be known to anyone what she and Thomas were doing—her friends, his parents, her parents.  No one was to know—so with a sigh she dropped to her knees…

	A blowjob is a blowjob is a blowjob and Mandy K gave a hellacious blowjob.  She wasn’t overly pleased at having to perform such a task in a manner in which she did; but then she didn’t have much of a choice, either.  She detested being coerced into sucking Dom; but that was due to the circumstance—blackmail.  Other than that she wouldn’t have minded if sucking his cock had of cum about in a normal relationship manner.
	Dom was older, sixteen.  He had a car, he was in high school, he WAS handsome, had a slight accent (Russian) and had a much bigger cock than that of young Thomas.  Mandy was nervous, though, embarrassed, and still bothered that she had to be put into such a situation.
	She was also very relieved that so far as she knew, Dom was the only one who knew.  The boy humped his more than adequate cock into her mouth, touching the back of her throat and making her retch.  He pulled out a few times to hump her face and then he was cumming.
	Great wads of gobs were shooting into her mouth making her gag and retch; shots of hot sticky gooey liquid spewed into her mouth in rapid succession squirting down her mouth before she could stop the flow.  Dom made a pleasing noise, pulled out and pressed his cum squirter against Mandy’s face, scrunching up his testicles to her flaring nose.
	“suck my balls.” he said in a panting breath.

	Dominick Demetri had very little “hair on his nads; Mandy suckled them for a few minutes—all the while Dom’s cock leaked even more sperm into her hair.  After several minutes, though, Dom pulled her up and and pulled off her shirt.
	“take off your bra.”
	Mandy heard the words and understood them—a part of her was like “no fucking way!” but then she was undoing her bra and bearing her breasts for Dom’s gaze.
	Down came her pants too at Dom’s encouraging, she stood topless and in her plain cottony orange stripped panties.  There was a hug from Dom and then she was lifted up to be settled on a table.  She lay down and was only partially aware that her panties (and pants) were removed and her legs opened.  
	Mandy stared up to the ceiling, there wasn’t much light so there wasn’t much to stare at as her pussy was licked out.  Young Thomas had a neat manner of licking her out—he did so like he was licking on an ice cream.  Frank Munoz and Eric Glap did the same thing the same way.
	Frank?  Eric?  Hmmmm
	Dom’s cunt work was—fantastic!  Mandy hated to admit it and then she did.  Verbal comments in the appreciation mode flew from her mouth coinciding with her body trembling, shuddering, and undulating as Dom’s tongue excited her cunny like none of the three young boys in her sex life did.
	Mandy’s movements increased, she gripped the edge of the table and felt a hellacious climax quickly ensuing.  “OH MY GOD!” she uttered allowed.  None of her young lovers had given her such a feeling—from their tonguing of her or their fucking.  Dom’s tongue was overly talented and she was getting off.

*

	There were twenty ceiling tiles that she could see plainly, there were many more than that but they faded in the low light conditions and obscured by the tall storage shelves.  Each tile had 176 gold stars which made a total of 3520 stars in all.  There were estimated some 10 to the 21rst power of stars in the known universe, but only three thousand five hundred twenty were in a small ten by ten grid.  

	Dom’s talented tongue danced madly all about Mandy’s poon; she was nipped along the sensitive lips, her clit nuzzled and a daring finger probed her still virgin anus.  Mandy power fucked her sex into Dom’s face giving him quite the thrill.  And at length the “thrill” escalated with Dom replacing his tongue with his rock hard cock.
	The tingling sensation that sensationalized sensationally Mandy’s cunt had only a very brief momentary lapse from when Dom’s tongue ceased licking her and the invasion of Dom’s cock entered her.
	“OH MY GOD!” Mandy blurted; her pretty eyes fluttered, her nipples tingled, and she couldn’t believe what was happening—an orgasm she was experiencing sensationally like never-ever before!
	Inch by steady inch did Dom Demetrius glide in, he smiled all the while and gave Mandy Kostopholis a reason to live.  Her entire young teen body tingled, she undulated and griped the table she laid on getting laid all the more.  
	The intensity of the fuck increased ten-fold and beyond as Dom’s dong made full vaginal entry.  Mandy held on for dear orgasmic life as her sexual ecstasy she thought she knew was about to send her to realms of orgasmic joy unknown (to her).
	Slow methodic pumps there was in the beginning; slowly, though, the process sped up.  Dom’s technique was pulling his long dong all the way out, just to the super sensitive crown—then plunge himself ALL the way back in, straining hard into the girl’s sex before pulling out like the slow piston movements of a steam locomotive pulling out of a station.
	The slow methodic pumps soon began to increase.
	Mandy wrapped her legs about Dom’s waist; Dom leaned in and no longer pulled himself ALL the way out—just half way.  The tempo of their union had escalated to furious heights and nothing else mattered.
	The table scooted—it didn’t matter.
	A shelf was bumped bumping off supplies—it didn’t matter.
	The lights flickered—it didn’t matter.
	A knock on the door—it didn’t matter…
	A knock on the door?
	Kinda mattered.
	Mandy clutched to her lover reeling in incredible sensational orgasmic bliss not caring one iota that she could possibly get pregnant by their union; not caring that anyone could have seen them going out of the party room together; not caring who was knocking on the door.
	Well, she cared a little but she felt that there was at least ONE MORE ORGASM to cum and by God she was going to get it!
	Dom power fucked his babe until he got his, too.
	In facts, he had gotten his once already—but his talented cock didn’t soften up right off and while still embedded into the thirteen year old, got hard enough again to continue pumping and go for another pleasing thrill.
	Their bodies soiled with sweat and grime; they meshed with Dom crawling up onto Mandy bringing their bodies tightly together.  Moving up his cock fully filled the girl’s quim, he moved only his hips—grinding against Mandy’s clit.  Their mouths engulfed, Mandy’s breasts pressed hard against Dom’s rigid bod; her tingling nipples poked the boy’s sweaty body and a mutual orgasm they both shared.
	Sensational!
	Mandy melted.
	She felt the need to pee and did so.
	Dom languished on Mandy, still engulfing her mouth, his cock slipping out of her cunt and becoming doused with cum and pee.  Their embraced remained while their sweaty bodies relaxed.  Mandy finally broke the kiss, she needed to breathe, gather herself, and go shower.
	Dom caressed her breasts, tweaked her nipples, and seemed in no hurry to let her go.  “well,” he smiled surreptitiously, “that’s one.”

*
Extra curricular activities 101
	Being of Russian heritage, Dominick Demitri had a lot of “debate” savvy in him.  He himself wasn’t particularly good at it and wouldn’t have messed with it had it not been for Leisha Mayers, Arnell Flowers, Sally McGregor, Stephanie Karp, and other assorted girls.
	Girls.
	Twelve girls, three boys—Dom was one of the three.  The class was Speech & Debate, pitting themselves up against others from other classes.  In the class there were a good mix of freshman, sophomore, junior, and senior.  Dom was a sophomore, there was one more sophomore and the rest were freshmen.
	Thru a peculiar set of circumstances—none of which Dom had anything to do with—classmate sophomore Gabriella Sikking-Schwaffer; a foreign exchange student from Germany.  She was nice, not overly friendly with him particularly, but more sociable with the girls.
	That was okay with Dom, they were both late for the event they were not participating in but judging young students in a nearby adjacent town.  Graciously did “Gabby” accept the ride offer and off they went.

	There were three routes to get to where they were going; a direct route which was mostly all highway; a route thru the town they were in to the town they were going to; and a round-about route along the edges of those two towns.
	Guess which one Dom took?
	Good guess.
	Gabby wasn’t relaxed during the ride and not overly talkative; Dom had “tunes” on that were popular for their age group and said nothing for most of the trip.  Gabby sat with hands folded staring straight ahead.
	Long flowing/curly brown hair with blond streaks did Gabriella have, good skin texture, pleasing looks all over.  She was not opposed to dresses but mostly was clad in some sort of tight jean set up.  
	“take your pants down.”
	Dom eased up on the accelerator of his classic ’69 Chevelle.  The windows were well tinted (and insulated); a bitchin’ stereo rocked the inside; bitchin’ tires and wheels carried it along.  Red exterior paint so shiny you could shave in the reflection; a cowl induction; no flame paint job, the car was bitchin’ as it was.  
	Gabby said nothing but had a slight perplexed look upon her face.
	Dom smiled, though, repeated his command as he turned down the tunes, “take your pants down.”
	Just whizzing past mile marker 40 with twenty miles to go, import student Gabby Sikking-Schwaffer undone her brown cords and pushed them down.  Yellow panties greeted Dom, he smiled, adjusted “himself” and slowed up even more, keeping an eye out for the “turn-out.”
	Cocking his head he smiled and gave his classmate another command,
	“take off your shirt.”
	Gabby didn’t even pause, she undone her off-white shirt with brown horizontal stripes.  A nice white bra containing a pair of hearty sixteen year old breasts awaited Dom’s perusal.  His turn-out came and gently did he ease off the road and down the dirt/gravely road for a minor delay-detour.

	Tucked behind mounds of cast off city debris projects, household rubbish, stands of pines and decaying old cement trucks, Demitri admired his latest prize, Gabby Sikking-Schwaffer as she lay against the front seat bending over into the rear.  And it was HER rear he admired!  Her panties were at her ankles; there wasn’t a lot of time for frivolity but Dom took the time and caressed Gabby’s ass, thighs, and breasts.

	This only led to having Gabby crawl into the backside, minus her panties.  She was not a virgin on investigation and that was okay with Dom.  She was still snug fitting and Dom cared less who was pegging her prior to him.  He loved on her, tweaked her nipples, buried his dick DEEP into her sex and gave her a generous anointing of love juice.
	They were fifteen minutes late, overdue.  So what was another fifteen?  After pulling out of her cunny and noting that the sun was dipping down to filter its rays thru the pines.
	“suck me.”
	There was a pause but the girl responded by “moving down.”
	“you like to suck (cock).”
	Gabby engulfed the erect prong and began bobbing her head like a pro.  She wasn’t but had sucked her share of boy cock.  
	“you like Dom’s dong, it tastes good.”
	Gabby began to bob her head up and down faster and faster, one hand wrapped about his cock at the base, squeezing it while the other hand enjoyed squeezing his balls.
	Dom worked his hands all over Gabby’s body, cupping her ass and finger probing her hole.  The time on the dashboard clock, though, bothered him.
	“suck it—you like it, Dom’s cock is the best!”
	Gabby slurped and made appropriate “slurping” sounds as finally she brought Dom to the explosive end result he sought.
	“suck the juice, bitch, you love it.”
	Gabby gobbled, sucking the “juice” out and though the “juice” was usually not on the list of favorable injestibles that girls liked, to Gabby—she loved it.  The “commands” given to her filled her mind, Dom twisting the dial on his watch to increase the power of the mind-thought.
	“you love the taste of his juice,” he insisted, “you love sucking his cock.”
	Gabby slurped the cock dry, drained the juice and swallowed.

	More time was needed, he fretted as time ticked continuously, he would cop a plea to his teacher that they had a “flat” on the way in.  The “Device” he had had limitations; like distance and not always effective on all minds.  Mostly adults were not affected by the early model mind altering device.

	He wanted to fuck Gabby, and he could easily do so but that would take more time and another problem with the wrist worn EMAD was that it didn’t have a lengthy hold on the mind it held.  And once the lock was lost there was a re-set issue and the wrist worn EMAD required at least half an hour before it could be used again.  
	The wrist worn EMAD was much like a diver’s watch; a big glass dial, thick crystal, big wrist band—but it was not out of character for the times—the ‘70s where disco, loud clothes, bell bottoms, feathered hair styles on both guys and dolls, polyester threads, and such as the like like that there.
	There was only time for the blowjob, inserting statements, and feeling the girl out to his delight.  He loved on the girl, kissing her, squeezing her breasts, and fingering out her pussy.  This, of course, enthused the girl—got her hot.
	“fuck it.” he blurted, off her ankles he got her pants and panties, her shirt and bra on the floorboard, too; then he scooted over to the passenger side with Gabby on his lap, his cock up into her sex.
	It was a good fuck, time consuming, but good.
	“you love it.” Dom continued feeding her statements; his mouth engulfed hers, her hard nipples pressed against his chiseled chest and they loved for several minutes.
	The eruption of his love into her love came minutes later—there was an intense shudder and for some seconds that nearly lasted a minute there was no mind-lock control on the foreign exchange student.
	But that was okay, she was a little whacked out herself.  Dom’s throbbing cock had a way of its own just like his wrist worn EMAD.  The girl had melted; she clung to him, breathing hard, soiling the seat and continuing to please his cock that was still embedded DEEP up inside her.

	All the while dressing her he continued to feed her mind with statements:  “you liked Dom’s cock.”  “you LOVED sucking it.”  “you loved sucking out his juices.”  “the juices tasted great.”  “Dom’s cock tasted great.” Over and over, repeating statements, infusing into the teen girl’s mind that she Loved Dom’s cock, she Loved the taste of his cock, she Loved the taste of his juices.
	Once she was dressed and Dom himself dressed, and on their way to where they were an hour late to, Dom continued invading the girl’s mind, inserting notions of this and that.  Only when pulling into the dimly lit drive and parking lot of the school did Dom finally release her mind.

	For a moment the Swedish-German girl sat stunned.  That was a normal thing, Dom made no movements until she herself did.  There was normal nominal confusion in the mind of one who had been effected by the onset of an electronical invasion.  The mind eventually would reset and all would be well.
	When Gabby slid out of the car and stood, her eyes bulged as she realized how “moist” she was betwixt her legs.  
	“go find Tammy.” Dom told her, patting her butt and sending her on her way.
	Dom struck off to find his instructor and see how much trouble he was in and if he could get out of it.  The EMAD was “off-line” and would be for at least an hour.  That sucked but couldn’t be helped.
	Classroom after classroom had various aged students in the field of speech & debate tattling on on various topics.  Dom saw some of his own classmates in attendance, grading the younger students on their abilities but didn’t locate his instructor.  
	At the “break” Dom located Gabby, she hadn’t found “Tammy” the intended target but was with another just as good, Sally McGregor.  Sally was fifteen, short, red hair/freckles, fantastic butt.  Dom wanted her, too.  And with Gabby’s help he would have her.
	It was all about Gabby spilling to Tammy, Sally, and a select few others that his cock was wondrous.  It would be shocking to say the least in some ways but it was “girl talk.”  Dom didn’t have a particular insight on girl talk but didn’t care.  He moved in to where he was just within range and activated his wrist-worn EMAD.
	The newfangled EMAD was still in need of “rest” and couldn’t necessarily manipulate a “mind” per se, but could do a few things.  One thing was to calm the shock of the Intended Target, Sally McGregor.  When Gabby began spilling about how good Dom’s cock was, Sally’s mouth fell to the ground, her pretty eyes bulged and she was stunned to say the least.
	But Dom’s mind altering device calmed her and made her more susceptible to accepting input.  And while Gabby supplied the young freshman with notions of grandeur about Dom’s dong, Dom supplied the girl with notions of sampling Dom’s dong, too.
	Soon Dom began to see his Intended Sally fidgeting, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, becoming nervous, undulating her pelvis in a methodic manner of sexual engagement.  Nervously she licked her lips, tweaked a nipple in a manner to appease it long enough to settle herself.
	Then she was off—to the nearest girls’ bathroom. 
	“you did good.” Dom minded to Gabby.  “go on, get something to eat, drink, and be youself.”
	Gabby slung her head, beheld some confusion, and felt very strange (between her legs) but joined others of her class at the line to the snack bar.  Dom sighed and shut off his Device, unhitched the mini airline pilot mic from around his ear and called it a night.
	Of course, with hot young junior high babes around it was a toughie to leave them alone…

*

	A week.  A whole week and some hours before there was even a smidgen of a chance to dink with Intended, Sally Marie McGregor.  The wrist-worn EMAD had problems, not too technical and Dom never really did know what the problem was—it just needed resetting more than usual, the trio of mini batteries seemed to get more hotter than usual and it was just time consuming.
	But finally, on a Friday afternoon at school the EMAD was functioning.  But Dom was worrisome just the same, doubts and concerns that the EMAD would continue to perform as expected along with secure in the knowledge that it would fizzle out on him during the course of mind altering.
	All during the week, though, Dom had noted Sally giving him the craziest looks—and more than once he had caught her eyeing his crotch.  Gabby was likewise and with Gabby, at least, he got an occasional blowjob as in her mind, “Dom’s cock was the tastiest!”  willing the girl submitted to his will, including stripping herself nude in his car during lunch and allowing him to fuck her brains out.
	But Gabby he had, a notch on his Pursuit Belt.  He wanted Sally.  And Tammy.  Another Tammy, then a Julie, Stephanie, Liesha, etc.  And it was well satisfied that would he had implanted into Gabby’s mind held.  That was a big plus and he hoped the EMAD would continued to perform as desired.
	“Need a ride?” Dom asked casually seeing the Intended standing out in front of the school, books in arms, tapping her foot and looking up and down the street for her Intended (ride.)  Someone had forgotten to pick her sweet ass up.
	It was three-thirty.  She wasn’t happy about being forgotten.  
	She was, though, nervous and her pretty eyes darted down the length of Dom’s bod to settle on his crotch as he approached.

	The threat of the EMAD on the free lands of the Union and the rest of the world was in its infancy and so the general public was only mildly aware and not overly concerned—yet.  
	“say “yes”, stupid.”
	“Yes, stupid.” Sally blurted out.
	Dom smiled—the EMAD was working fine.

	She liked his car, girls of the high school either went for boys who had a hot car or a big freaking four-by.  Sally was into cars that were “hot”; a hot paint job, wheels, tires, and a bitchin’ stereo with hot tunes.  Dom kicked the amp to high, shoved the juice stick to Lay Some Rubber, and power shot out of the school parking lot to zoom near dangerously (but thrillingly) down the boulevard towards Sally’s home.
	Sally wasn’t scared, she dug the music and was thrilled with the ride.
	Dom cracked his neck, smiled, and made for the park that was across from her dwelling place.  Turning the tunes down as he made the wide turn from the boulevard to the street that encircled the park Dom surreptitiously made mental contact with Sally (again.)
	“take your pants down.”
	Sally paused a moment.
	Dom pulled the Chevy to a lone parking spot at the park under some shade trees and killed the music.  Sally’s books were at her feet, her hands folded in her lap—a nice green knit shirt she wore with a daisy at the left breast.  Sally McGregor was “compact”, a compact ass, tits, and smile.  Flaming red hair, a fantastic smile, sweet-sweet tight ass, and squeezable-handful titties.
	“undo your pants…”
	Sally’s hands moved to her pants’ button clasp and undone them.
	This was followed by “unzipping” them then tugging them all the way down to her ankles.
	“Hot damn!” Dom giggled to himself, Sally’s panties were of the slinky bikini style, purple in color and snug fitting at the crotch.
	“are you a virgin?”
	There was no verbal response, Dom tried another method of Q&A:
	“if you are a virgin, nod your head Up and Down.” Dom had to be careful with his “statements” or input implants—short and brief “suggestions” were the best.  Long sentences tended to be too complicated and got lost in the translation.
	Sally didn’t Nod her head Up and/or Down; she sat staring straight ahead thru the slightly tinted front window.

	“if you are a virgin, say “Yes.””
	Sally said nothing.
	Dom whipped out his cock.  
	Gently and with some care Dom guided Sally “down”, implanting notions into her young impressionable mind, “suck Dom’s cock.” 
	As her lips pressed down over the helmet of his love organ,
	“you like the taste of his cock.”
	Dom’s hand moved about the girl’s backside, working down to her ass, slipping inside her panties and touching her hole.  There wasn’t a keen manner of understanding the complexities of Q&A so he let it be.  It didn’t matter, he just wanted a little insight on the sexual manners of his Intendeds.  But it was no “biggie” and gingerly he worked the girl’s panties down…

	Sally sucked and sucked, taking the whole thang into her mouth with some expertise.  Dom didn’t know if she had brothers or not—so he asked her.  She mumbled something that sounded like “yes” all the while enjoying the “taste” of Dom’s dong.
	This was followed by Sally enjoying the taste of Dom’s juice.  As the spout sputtered its contents, squirting all over Sally’s face, Dom infused into her noggin that she liked it.
	“do you suck off your brother?”
	“Yes.” she answered.
	“Hot damn!”
	Sally had three brothers, one younger, two older.  To all three she slurped their schlongs, bringing them to orgasm.  Only to her younger brother did she like.  All three boys, though, PAID her to suck them.
	The big question was, though—was she a virgin?
	Nope.
	She took it in the ass mostly from her brothers, and only her brothers.  Her pussy got nailed by all three of the boys, too; but there was also an amorous boyfriend from the 6th grade who tagged her.  Jus the one time.  And she didn’t take to having incestuous love with her brothers on a regular basis, either—just once in a while AND with their cum squirters wrapped.
	In the backseat Dom positioned Sally, her feet planted up onto the black carpeting ceiling of the Chevy’s roof, her legs spread open, stark naked.  She was a lovely lass, very lovely with a well trimmed poon.  The girl enjoyed sex and didn’t even mind so much getting boned by her brothers, she was fearful of pregnancy and diseases, though.

	Dom guided his unsheathed cock into her sex and give the girl a new reason to live.  With each succeeding pump he implanted notions into her sweet noggin; “you love Dom’s cock.”  “Dom has a great cock.” as well as a few others.  Sally’s nipples hardened and Dom spent some time dwelling on them, continuing his pumping stance and implanting sexual notions.

*

	The sensation of Sally’s cunt thrilled Dom greatly—it was not unlike any other girl’s pussy; though all girls had a different face, titty size and even butt size—the appearance of their poon was basically the same.  Sally McGregor had a very nice cunt, lightly trimmed and fuckable.  Very fuckable.
	The girl’s asshole was, too, fuckable.  So was her mouth, tits, and face.  In the backseat of his car Dom boned her brains out, filling her every orifice with cum—including, nose and ears.  His passion exceeding all morals of decency and with a hard steady cock he plowed the young teen until he was well worn.
	Worn but not thru.
	His mind was worn, too—transmitting his thoughts, his desires, his wills via the wrist-worn EMAD was taxing.  He needed to go home, shower, and sleep.  First, though, he had to dress Sally—it was odd, he could get them to strip their clothes off, suck his dick, like sucking his dick, but he couldn’t get them to dress themselves.
	More mind dinking for the girl to dwell on, ‘sex with Dom was great—fantastic—and well worth doing again.’  She agreed with Gabby, sucking Dom’s cock was GREAT!
	Thereafter he went home, showered, ate, and went to bed.

	Thereafter there was a Saturday.  Then a Saturday afternoon of which after some chores around the house, a connection with a friend hanging at the local Mall checking the babes—being a normal teen.  That late evening, however, he was back to his ways—sexual pursuit.
	As it happened, there was a cute gal who lived at the end of his neighborhood block; the gal was featured on the nightly evening news.  She was a hottie and gave many a boy of all ages sexual fits.  She was very sweet with her smile, sunny disposition and natural charm.  
	Mayra Sanchez, 34, long silky brownish brown hair, long face, ski-sloped appearing titties, sweet ass.  She had a little boy, Joel, who was eight and very cute (er, handsome.)  

	There were several ways to go about the hideous deed; the sneaky indirect mode or the simpler more direct mode.  Dom chose the latter and knocked on the door.  They didn’t know one another but that was going to change.  As soon as Mayra opened the door she was zapped.
	“you don’t know me.”
	“I don’t know you.”
	“you don’t recognize me.”
	“Who are you?”
	“You wont remember me.”
	Mayra smiled, cocking her head and waiting for the next command.

	The calm no forcefulness manner was one of which Dom preferred, with his EMAD and calm disposition he was better able to “have his way” without complications.  With Mayra he got his way easily; directing her to “take me to your bedroom.”
	Once in the modest bedroom done in a brown scheme he boldly told her, “get naked.”
	It was a thrill to watch the gal undress herself, slowly one piece of clothing at a time was removed and deposited onto the brown shag carpet.  Mayra Sanchez was of Mexican origin, and she was hot!  Dom had an instant erection—she was hot and a babe!
	‘specially stark naked!
	“get on the bed.”
	Dom slowly slipped out of his own clothes and stood at the side of the bed checking the hot babe out.  She was in her late thirties, just under six foot, well proportioned titties, trimmed bush, light Mexican skin tone, and very pleasing to the eye (and cock.)
	Though there were a few “rings” on the fingers of Mayra, determining if she were married or not was difficult.  Dom didn’t particularly care; either, though and went happily down between her legs, munching twat.
	“you like having your pussy eaten out.”
	Mayra moaned and began to move about some (in a pleasing manner suggesting that she did indeed like having her pussy eaten out.)  Dom nipped the lips, lapped her cunny entrance then began licking her belly and up to her breasts.  His cock nestled against her entrance and slowly made entry.  
	She was a good fuck, Dom was pleased and hoped to do likewise with other adult gals—he had a list, an extensive list.  But Mayra was first and nothing else mattered.
	‘cept her eight year old son…

	Talon Sanchez was a quiet shy child, thick dark hair, oversized shirt and pants that were particular to boys his age and culture.  The boy stood at the open door to his Mom’s bedroom staring wide eyed.  
	“come in.” Dom said.  He had reservations doing more than One mind at a time—but the cute (er, handsome) young boy sloughed his way in and up to the bed as per command from Dom.
	“take off your clothes.”
	Mayra said nothing, did nothing and was oblivious that her son was even present.  This suited Dom and he even got more of a hard-on watching Talon undress.
	“come onto the bed.”
	The nude eight year old with tan skin on top of his Mexican skin climbed onto the bed.  Dom’s cock swelled extraordinarily inside Mayra’s cunt, there were new sensations sensationalizing his cock and it was hard to keep a mind lock on the Mother-Son as well as enjoy his illicit thrill.
	“suck his cock.”
	Mayra did pause, there was some confusion in her mind but Dom helped by eliminating in her mind that the boy was a boy and the boy was her son.  She cupped Talon’s hairless nads and engulfed his little dinkus.  Dom caressed the boy’s ass and began power fucking Mayra.

*

	No morals.  None.  Zip.  Nada.  Non-existent.  After creaming Mayra’s cunt thoroughly he languished on her for a few minutes; marveling at her task of cocksucking her son.  The young eight year old had a lovely stiffy and gave Dom a reason to live.  While resting he dutifully implanted “notions” into Mayra’s noggin, as well as a few into Talon’s.
	“you like sucking your son’s cock.”
	Mayra nodded accepted the notion—Dom fingering her pussy to ultra excitement helped seal the deal.  So it was such that each time she sucked on her son’s tally, she would be sated between her legs.
	But that was not all—she would position her son between her sated legs and guide him into sexual erotica.  They would sleep together, in the nude.  They would shower together.  Talon would pee on her for the morning piss that they would share—Mayra on the toilet with nude son between her legs pissing on her stomach and pussy.
	Afterwards, Mayra would suck her son’s cock before guiding it into her asshole for a backdoor romp—which would follow up with a mutual bathing.

	Cum began flushing out of Mayra’s cunt, Dom’s cock raged hard and he gently brought the nude boy over, positioning him between his Mother’s legs, gliding his little eight year old dinkus into her cunt.  Young Talon had no sexual thoughts towards his Mother—or any other girl for that matter.  Girls were “icky”.  Some were pretty, but he didn’t know why.
	After a few minutes of pumping, Dom could hold off no more.  The boy’s penis had not the length or strength to stay humping in the cunt that bore him and Dom had not the strength to hold off from his newest illicit deed.
	It was a no brainier to know that his cock was too big for the boy’s asshole.  So from the bathroom Dom fetched some grease—a generous lubing to his prong and then a glob to the boy’s hole and let the sodomy begin!

	Even with the cock grease, anal penetration to the eight year old’s hole was a bit difficult.  It just required TIME.  Dom didn’t have a lot of to himself so he did the best he could; made more mental notions to the two and left them nakedly on the bed.  His visit had been wiped from their memory and Dom went home.
	Of course, along his way he encountered a pair of young honeys, two girl scouts hocking their wares (cookies.)  Dom couldn’t resist and though he knew that his EMAD needed a “rest” he took the chance and misguided the two a secure spot…
	Between the 1021 home and 1023 home there was an unused “space.”  Why was not known, not to Dom.  He didn’t care, either.  It was there and useable.  Several “clubs” and forts the neighborhood kids had constructed within the narrow space—it was some twenty feet wide and sixty feet deep—from the street to the alley. 

	Dysa Bowels and Brinda Nanners.  Both were known to the neighborhood/community and known to Dom, too.  The girls didn’t know Dom—not by name and not overly by sight—but Dom knew them.  They were nine years young, cute, and had great potential.  Dysa had honey blond hair, braces, glasses, and a “flat” body.  Her best friend, Brinda, had honey brown hair, a plain face and a lumpy body.
	Both girls wore typical scouting dress attire and Dom could hardly wait.  He had Dysa slid her panties to her knees and stand holding her dress up while Brinda held her dress up, bent over exposing her delicious butt.  His cock ached.  

	He knew there was little power left on his wrist-worn EMAD and it had potential of “giving out” at any time.  And that would be bad
	The girls were a bit of a handful being with the EMAD not at full operating power.  There was a power indicator and other “indicators” indicator power usage, power spent, power reserves, and other various attributes Dom barely had a clue as to their purpose.  What he was concerned with mainly and mostly was the Usage Indicator which was broken down to Power Availability and Total Power which also included the Power reserve.  
	Power Availability  5%
	Power Reserve        5%
	Total Power Availability  10%
	Power needed to overwhelm a target’s mind—20%.
	Power needed to maintain target mind for five minutes—25%.
	Power needed to input “suggestions”—50%.
	Dom was not going to be able to utilize the full potential of his nifty gizmo for some time, approximately 2hrs of downtown was required to get full functionality of his Device—and that just sucked.
	And speaking of sucking…
	There was the hard way and the easy way.
	No, scratch that—there was no easy way.  But there was a way.  Well, with the EMAD unable to totally overwhelm the mind of the Intended(s), there was a resolute of simply subduing the mind—no frills.  No mental inputs of any sorts.  That in itself gave Dom sincere worries—the girls had seen him and unlike with Mayra and her son, fouling their short term memory wasn’t an option.
	He would have to stay low for a few days or so—out of sight out of mind technique.  He didn’t think the girls knew of his name or where he lived and with their young ages they wouldn’t be able to give very much of an accurate description.
	And later, anyways, when the EMAD was back to full power he would get the girls and do with them as he wished—including dinking with the minds about him.
	So, with that, the girls were mere zombies.  What he wanted to do with them would be manual.  And that was okay, too.  Ushering them into the security of the space between the house lots Dom made a quick security check to ensure that they were alone.  There were piles of debris, housing debris, abandoned cars, tree debris from recent storms, and ivy walls everywhere.  The kids from the area all had various forts and play areas.  

	Dom escorted his two loveliess practically having to drag them to the far area closest to the alley and a potential escape route if necessary.  With the girls in “zoimbie” mode Dom did breath easier—they wouldn’t remember him ‘cause their minds were blanked, not subdued, but blanked.  They wouldn’t accept commands but they would resist anything that he wanted to do.
	And what he wanted to do was…
	Get ‘em naked.

	Dysa had tight form fitting powder blue panties with yellow duckies all over them.  A sweet-sweet muffin pie (hairless, too.)  Long curly brown hair, a sweet-sweet face of pure innocence, soft features, flat chest.  Closing her fingers to her dress Dom got her to hold her dress up while he lowered her panties.  A lovely-lovely bald poon greeted him, virginal, too.
	Dom groaned and felt his cock exceeding the limits of containment.
	With Dysa’s panties down Dom began caressing the girl’s butt, squeezing the flesh and checking her eyes for any sign of “awareness.”  With no such sign apparent, Dom stood and unzipped his fly…

	It was almost as good as sex.
	Almost.
	His cock hard as a rock humped Dysa’s face, her sweet-sweet innocent face; squirting bits of cum onto her eyebrows, nose, hair, and mouth.  Slowly he pressed his bone into her oral orifice and groaned steadily as several inches entered within.
	He concluded that her virgin pussy would be just as good—
	Could he?
	There, too, was her probable equally virginal pooter hole.
	Could he?
	The desire was there—strong desire.  And if the EMAD was working to full potentiality he probably would.  Despite the fact that she was merely eight years old?
	Yeah.
	Dom licked his lips and soiled Dysa’s.

	With Brinda there was more—he couldn’t contain himself and as long as she was zombiefied…
	Though time was precious he spent a minute just eyeing her—her nude body.  Slowly he had removed her from her clothing, one piece at a time taking as much as a minute itself; stripping her to her skin then laying her down on her clothes, opening her legs and eyeing her delicious virgin pussy.	
	His tongue went to her virgin cunny; licking, lapping, nipping.
	When his cock screamed for attention he merely laid it against the child’s snatch and humped until spewing its sticky goo.  The feeling was almost as good as if it had actually been IN her.  His mind went into overload wondering what fucking an eight year old would be like?  To get off in her mouth, pussy, and asshole?
	He satiated himself with merely humping until dry—well, until no more cum spewed from his cock.  He humped and humped, pressed his cock all over the zombiefied child’s cunt area, dragged the head of his super sensitive schlong against her slit and pressed inward.  When meeting stubborn resistance he somehow managed to stop himself from entering into the ultimate sin.

	Back to Dysa.
	Turning the child over he raised her butt and licked it—the cheeks and then the crack—and then the hole.  It was a little funky, the hole, but clean.  He licked and licked until his cock began to scream again.  Applying some spittle and cum from Brinda he gooied up Dysa’s hole and then made applicable penetration with tongue, finger, and then his cock.
	Not the whole cock, not the whole thang—the head and half an inch.  It wasn’t very much, not suitable for Dom but it was a start.  The girl began to whimper and twist—a sign of “coming around” and being more aware than he wanted her to be.  She needed more “breaking-in”; she needed to be gagged, tied up, blindfolded, and in a more secure area where he could be the monster.

	But the “monster” was quelled—guilt, remorse, a single thread of morality, some fear, and the noises of encroaching children.  There was little time; Dom caressed and fingered Dysa, kissed on her and strongly-strongly desired to fuck her three holes.  Greatly did he desire to see his cum oozing out of her three orifices; he, too, wanted to spank her and wanted her to pee on him…

	But it wasn’t to be—not yet anyways.
	Brinda he dressed (after serious fingering of her virgin cum coated poon.  He wanted her as much as Dysa.  Both girls he could do; he saw them in his basement; out in the woods somewhere remotely; naked, tied up, and “aware.”
	To both he felt of their ass, fingered their pert tight holes and took precious time to fully take them into his psyche.  With that he slipped down their panties and tucked them around his cock.  In his mind was set the shape of their poons, the shape of their naked asses, his cum coating their bodies.  Dysa and Brinda, he would have them again.  He would!

*

the unlikeness of being
	Dom liked sports—participating was good, too.  Watching was even better.  Not so much for the actual grid iron play or the icing or even the rebounding, Dom was there (in the stands) for the scantily clad ‘hos that raved and gave umph to whatever sport they were prancing at.  The cheerleaders.  
	There were no cheerleaders, though, at other events he attended—specifically speaking school plays.  Those sucked.  But there, too, was some potential.  Dom’s school put on a play featuring some chick in white in a forest and some dork knight come to kiss her.  Lucky bastard.  Dom’s attendance was lackluster at best, he had ulterior motives.
	Such as…
	Julie Feeber.
	Julie Feeber was a red head, long stringy straight red head.  No tits, either and not much of an ass.  But she was funny, friendly and helpful (in those subjects Dom had problems with.)  She was short, or undertall, drove one of those green AMC Gremlin things, and smoked weed.
	Julie was sixteen, almost seventeen and she was fuckable.
	“you like Dom.”
	“Hi!” she said plopping down in the crappy theatre seat beside him.
	“you want sex with Dom.”
	Julie cocked her head and peered at him strangely.
	“you want to see Dom naked.”
	Julie’s confused face continued—giving Dom some concerns.
	“undo your shirt.”
	Julie wore a basic button down the front girlie shirt; green checkered and sleeveless.  Still staring at him curiously—she undone the first three buttons.
	“put your hand on Dom’s cock.”
	Dom held his breath, asshole clenching up, and waiting.  He didn’t have a “back-up” plan should the commands of his desires didn’t go well.  He knew that he would have to fix that.
	Julie stretched out her hand and rested it onto Dom’s lap.
	‘good girl.’ Dom sighed.  ‘damn good girl.’
	The two sat mid way back up in the auditorium seating, the play was thirty minutes from start and most of the students and faculty and parents of those in the play were just beginning to file in and take seats.  
	“follow me.”

	Up along the side of the auditorium to the back of the building where there was a set of steps leading up to the tech room—the sound & lighting.  Dom knew of a room that was secure and that was where he led Julie.
	Once inside,
	“take off your clothes.”
	Dom fished out his and lightly whacked it as super skinny Julie F stripped out of her clothing.  Other than not wearing a bra—she didn’t need to, there were no panties on the girl, either.
	Dom was pleased and stepped up to the nude girl,
	“suck Dom’s cock.”
	Julie F wrapped her fingers and lips about Dom’s cock and began a steady course that was cocksucking.  She was pretty good at it, too.  Dom was pleased even more.  The girl had titties—itty bitty ones, AAA cup; the size a nine or ten year old girl would have, or even an eight year old!
	She wasn’t a virgin, either.  But that was kind of a given—a doper she obviously “put out”, too.  But she wasn’t a slut, neither.  Dom found this out while schlepping his shashlyk into her pilotka.  Amazingly despite Julie not being a slut, her cunt took his schlong and took it well.  Dom had to wonder “where it went” meaning, ‘where the fuck did my fuck stick go!?” as the girl’s body was extremely skinny.
	Dom had to smirk as he noted while probing Julie’s twat that her nipples perked up hard—making them more of the titty mound than there was titty!  
	Julie knew she was getting dicked—she moaned, eyes fluttered, and she made audible sounds of pleasure.  Dom found it difficult to concentrate and feed the girl commands—so he didn’t and concentrated on fucking.

	After creaming and nearly losing his balance as the finale was a bit much even for him, Dom rested and eyed Julie’s cum dripping cunt.  There were many girls on his list he wanted to see cum dripping out of, even a guy friend of his, too!

	Boys?  Dom liked boys, too?
	Yes.  Yes he did.
	And we’re talking BOYS, too.
	He had a few guys his age and they were okay; but only one was worthy enough to get freaky with.  Mike Illwad.  No, really.  Mike was alright, a subtle pervert.  He had a sister and though in confidence conveyed that he was NOT having sex with his sister, two years younger than he, Dom knew that he was.
	It didn’t bother him, after tinkering some more with his personal EMAD, he was going to find out for sure one way or another.  But first!

	The EMAD had problems and required minute tinkering to make it work.  Dom also concluded that probably a better power supply would be more appropriate.  But he had to settle with what he had and be careful with what he did—acquiring EMADs was not like going down to the local store and picking one up—they were illegal doncha know!
	Anyways, just after school the EMAD was fixed, so he hoped.  Dom left the electronic’s class and sashayed his way to the gym to do a little work out.  Along the way he picked up his friend, Mike.  The EMAD had yet to be tested since being tinkered with…
	Inside there were only a few lingering students; two were smoking pot in the no-door bathroom; another furiously jotted down the answers from an ill-gotten teacher’s Red Book (Answer); and another showering.  In the gym was a small contingent of mixed boys/girls and classes playing volley ball.
	“hang tight.” Dom said.
	Mike stood poised at his locker, staring straight ahead.
	The junior who had a teacher’s prize book finished and quickly made his way out of the gym.  One of the boys smoking pot had passed out onto the dingy yellow tile in the bathroom.  The other boy was laughing and sitting on one of the toilets—still smoking and very stoned.
	The boy showering was taking his time (jacking off).
	“take your pants down.”
	With no hesitation at all—Mike Illwad undone his pants and pushed them down.  Dom watched the lone boy in the shower.  His left ear picked up the boisterous noises of the volleyballers; it was 3:30.

	“you like to suck Dom’s cock.”
	Mike stood still but nodded his head affirming to Dom that the notion had been received and accepted.
	“you LOVE to suck Dom’s cock.”
	Followed up with “you love to suck Dom’s balls.”
	Along with a few other notions.
	Dom didn’t perceive himself to be actually “gay”, or even bisexual.  It was sex—just sex, pure and simple.  A hole was a hole was a hole.  Being pleasured by a dude was no different than being pleasured by a girl.  But a girl was a damn sight better!
	“take your underwear down.”
	Dom held his breath as there was a noticeable ½ second delay before compliance.  But Mike did the deed and stood naked.  His tallywhacker hung off to one side, was uncut, kinda thick, and of nominal length for a guy his age.  Surreptitiously Dom caressed his friend’s ass, no one was around and their lockers were located in the last row and in a corner.
	“you love sucking Dom’s cock.” Dom repeated; he repeated the other notions of fact—continuing to caress his friend’s ass and free his own cock, too.  The lone dude in the shower had finished up and for a time had disappeared.  Dom waited, listening with a severe strain—only the noise of the volleyballers could be heard.  The dude in the bathroom who had been on the toilet had passed out, too—and lay across the stoned body of his friend.
	Dom guided Mike to his knees---“suck my cock, bitch.”
	Mike offered no resistance and went down on the petkuh of his friend, devouring it like it was a rich delicious morsel.  (and it was!)  Dom slowly pushed his pants and underwear down, guiding his friend to caress his ass.  His cock swelled inside his friend’s mouth…
	“kurite moju trubku!” (suck my cock—in native Russian slang)
	Whether or not Mike, a six foot one, 190 lbs., dark haired, blue eyed white boy knew and understood Russian was not known—Dom occacionally spouted Russian slang words and occasionally expressed what they meant, but for the most part he spoke good ole Americanese.  
	Mike sucked cock.
	Mike sucked balls.
	Mike got a cum filled mouth as a result.
	Dom was pleased.
	But wait, there’s more!

So, what the fuck, everyone got an electronic mind controller?
	With the two stoners stoned out on the bathroom floor and no one else apparently present, Dom positioned his friend over the red plastic bench and gave him a hump.  Mike’s hole was virginal—but that was ok with Dom, he liked tight holes.  With spittle and precum he sloughed his way into Mike’s virgin backdoor and made dutiful entry.
	“yeah, you like Dom’s dick up your ass!”
	and repeat.
	It took a while, but Dom managed with some effort to make full anal entry into his friend’s hole.  While sodding (sodomizing) his droog (friend) Dom “reached around” and took holt of his friend’s yarbles (balls).  Mike grunted and Dom began working the boy’s cock, jamming his own deeper and deeper into his friend’s yahma (hole.)
	On and on it went, Dom pumping steadily feeling the pivotal moment coming with an increasing dramatic poise.  Mike clung to the bench and endured.  Smoke began to issue forth from Mike’s hole; the relentless slapping of testicles increased their speed; sweat drenched their bodies and finally—finally—Dom began to cum.

	Spurt after spurt did Dom spurt into his friend’s rectum; power fucking it was as Dom’s dong fully strained straightening out Mike’s intestinal tract.  Sperm in spurtz began to shoot-squirt back out along Dom’s cock and the anal opening.  Mike groaned and made some unintelligable sounds; Dom gripped his friend’s dick and balls and played with them all the while he continued to fuck.
	When the deed was done, “let’s go shower, bitch.” Mike stood on wobbly legs and followed his nude friend to the open shower.  Dom helped soap up his friend, lathering him up from head to toe—well, between his legs, his ass, and that’s about it.
	After a few minutes Dom took his friend in the ass, again.  It was done harder this time and soon the two were on the slick-soaped tiles scissor fucking.
	“take me all, bitch!” Dom seethed, “you want to suck me every fucking day!” Mike made noises abd Dom noted pre-cum seepage.  The sodomizing of Mike ceased (at least temporarily) and Dom stood waggling  his cock before his sooka (bitch).  But before Mike could suck, Dom ordered him to “jerk off” and to “jerk off” onto Dom’s balls.
	Dom helped.
	Dom caressed Mike’s balls, he wasn’t sexually in love with Mike, that WOULD be gay.  He just was horny, nasty, and wanted gay sex without being gay.
	When Dom’s balls were thoroughly coated with Mike’s cum, 
	“suck me clean.”
	Mike gave no hesitation and went to work lapping up his own juices.  Dom was turned on and when Mike had lapped up the cum from his balls, jammed his cock back into Mike’s mouth.
	Dom was minutes from cumming off when he became aware that he/they were no longer alone as suspected.   Coming around the tiled partition was the lone boy who had been pleasuring himself earlier.
	“Hi there!” he smiled.  He was a sophomore, not very athletic, and more or less (more) into Book learning and therefore a classified “geek.”  He was still nude and had a raging hard-on.  He wore glasses, had brown hair that was thick and covered his hair.  His brown eyes focused on Mike’s cocksucking action.  Before Dom could do anything—like dink with his EMAD, the newcomer showed that he had one, too; his EMAD was watch based, too; but it was smaller—way smaller.
	For a moment nothing—all there was was Dom’s balls slapping as Mike made steady progress of sucking his petkuh.  The other boy, Brent, stood watching and then began once more pleasing himself.  
	“Come join in, if you want.” Dom said.
	Brent made a smirk then ambled over.
	“spread your legs, bitch.” Dom scoffed to his ‘ho.  
	Mike complied and Brent slid himself up into Mike’s ass.
	Dom eyed the intruder’s “device” but distracted himself when he noticed Brent noticing.  Dom had questions, and concerns.  He wanted to know about Brent’s device—did he built it himself?  What was his power supply?  What problems did he have with it?  To whom did he use it against?
	Mike garbled on spew, Dom jammed himself in further, humping furiously but not concentrating on the deed.  He didn’t trust Brent—he didn’t trust anyone—‘specially anyone with an EMAD.
	Brent seemed casual about his deed, too casual.  He seemed, too, to have no compunction about stuffing his salami into Mike’s cornhole.  He did a fair job and with that, Dominick didn’t mind nor care.
	Both Dom and Brent began to cum—their pumpings became faster, furiousier faster with Brent serious about his deed.  Both began shooting their wads into poor delirious unaware Mike when a small herd of voices began to filter into the gym/locker area.  The volleyball game was over.

	Brent quickly unloaded and pulled out.  Dom did likewise then commanded Mike-full-of-cum to stand and brace against the tile wall with a shower spray drenching him.  Brent moved down to the end of the shower area where there was an exit.  Dom wanted him—for more reasons than one.
	Four guys came into the shower, Dom pretended to shower and seethe as he was unable to peer over the top of the shower wall to see where Brent had gone.  More dudes filed into the shower making Dom uncomfortable.
	‘we’re outta here.’  Being as subtle as he possible could he commanded/directed Mike out of shower and back to their lockers.  
	“sit down, be quiet, be still.”
	Dom wrapped a towel about himself and went as casually as possible in search of the elusive sneaky bastard Brent.  

*

	He didn’t find Brent, not right off—and not that day.  Angered and frustrated he released his buddy Mike learning that Mike’s thirteen year old sister was having her fourteenth birthday.  It wasn’t a big to-do and a bigger party authorized by her parents would be held on the following weekend.  But for midweek festivities it would be merely herself and her best friend.  The parental units were “out of the house” so…
	So Mike invited Dom over for brewskies.
	Mike’s Dad had a penchant for brews, micro brews, small town brews, homemade brews, around the world brews.  He had a generous collection in the basement and kept a well stocked supply.  And luckily he didn’t keep track of his supply…
	Mike’s sister, Arleen, wasn’t bad for fourteen.  Long hair near to her butt, very nice tits, great smile, tight ass.  Her best friend, Shanna, had about the same but with short brown hair—and nipples!  The still thirteen year old’s nipples poked her green knit top and made her all the more desirable.
	As Mike and Dom supped the spirits from the Emerald Isle Dom noted Mike’s eyes lingering on his sib and her friend as they made tacos in the kitchen.  The boys themselves sat out on the patio deck by the pool—massaging themselves.
	‘you’d like to see her naked?’
	Mike nodded his head.
	Dom shook his.  ‘huh?’ then, “oh shit!”
	“What?” Mike asked.
	Dom gulped, smiled, then farted.

	He had spoken into Mike’s head.  Mike had heard him.  Dom knew that he had been tinkering with the EMAD, but only to increase its power performance—apparently, he had enhanced it, as well!
	‘you’ve seen her naked?’
	Well duh!
	‘you two ever have sex?’
	‘No.’
	‘not even a little?’ Dom knew better, brothers and sister growing up together most always had some sort of sexual relationship.  Some sort.
	Mike’s mind filled Dom’s mind with images of two young peoples naked together in a bedroom, a girl’s bedroom—Arleen’s bedroom.  She was about ten and stark naked.  Mike stroked his pud before her, his sister seemed bemused by his antics and stood swishing her legs, giggling, and watching.  Then, they were pressing their nude bodies together but there was no “sex” between them.  
	Another showed Mike rubbing his cock against her butt.
	Another scene showed Mike spying on his sister while she lay on her bed fingering herself.  Other scenes were brief but revealed Mike spying on Shanna as she changed out of her clothes to swim wear.
	There was strong-strong desire to FUCK his sister.  He had no qualms in that regard.  In the ass, in the mouth, up the cunt—one hole was as good as the next and he’d be very pleased to see his cum dripping out of all three!
	Dom smiled—he had the same desires.
	But in there lay a problem.  To tell Mike about the EMAD or not?  To have Mike engage sexually with his sister under the rule of the EMAD or to be himself?  Dom strove hard—very hard, to keep the knowledge of the EMAD to himself.  Letting the news of the fact that he had an EMAD in his possession could lead to problems—seen and not so.  
	In a way, he kinda like to have someone like Mike, with same likes and such, to be on his side.  But Dom was wise enough to know that that was a bad idea.  No one was to be trusted.  With a mind altering device the world was your oyster.  Whatever the hell that was supposed to mean.  To Dom it meant—trust no one.  A good friend could be well and good—in the beginning.  But then, possible rivalry, complications, jealously, and the inevitable—greed.  
	There, too, Mike turn his ass in.  The lure of money as offered by the various law enforcing agencies, government types, and your local nefarious mad scientists.

	Dom decided to share his EMAD, letting his friend know of its existence—if only temporarily.  Mike was stunned to say the least, but amused and very curious.
	“It works?” 
	“Ya!  Damn straight!” Dom retorted.  Mike’s eyes ogled the diver’s watch turned mind controller.
	“Son-of-a-bitch, never thought I’d see one!” there were pictures of various Mind Altering Devices on the school books, newspapers, daily news on the television—there was no consistency; all EMADS were different and could take on any form, shape, and size.
	After ogling some more and repeating, “does it work” Dom made eye contact with his bewildered friend—conveying, “I know a way to find out!” meaning—‘there’s two fine bitches in the kitchen we can try to find out if this works or not.’
	Message received.
	Mike began to sweat, mouth hung open—the desires exceeded his mind’s ability to comprehend.  The very thought that he might actually “get some” from his sister was overwhelming.

	Arleen and Shanna.  Two very fine honeys with incredible attributes.  Arleen actually had torpedo style titties; perfectly shaped ass, a sweet bright angelic face, and a trimmed cunt.  Dom had poised to peek into her mind but there was neither the time nor the power to spent in doing such an adventure—it would have to wait until later.
	Shanna was not too much unlike Arleen, just bigger titties, bigger thighs, braces, and hair color.  But unlike Arleen, her poon had seen the invasion of cock.
	In the kitchen the girls stood, Mike two.  Dom had Mike under control but felt at odds about it.  He had a plan that would make up for it—
	Being sly (and careful) he firstly had Mike strip off his sister’s clothes.  Dom himself stripped off the other girl, Shanna.  Dom paused, though, when he had Shanna in her panties—he was a classic perv and liked girls posing in their panties.  Shanna wore white and blue stripped panties, French-cut.  Nice, very nice.
	“you want to have sex with your brother.”
	It had begun—the first intrusion of notion; statements that would forever change their brother/sister status.  They would be the same, but sexually active (with each other.)

	The “want to have sex” included a myriad of styles and positions—
	Doggie-style, 69ing, spanking, peeing, masturbation.
	Oral, anal, between the tits, Reverse Missionary.
	The notions applied to Mike as well as his sibling, with Arleen giving him a blowjob everyday.  Mike was to hump his sister once a day.  for fifteen to twenty minutes a day, longer if possible, they were to stand nude together loving one another—kissing, fondling, probing, fingering.  And if it led to sexual response—so be it.
	Naturally Mike was all for it; Arleen was, too, but had reservations.
	Once the panties were off, Arleen laid out on the kitchen table and Mike entered into the realm that was Muff Diving.  While he munched, Dom stripped off his clothes then slid Shanna’s panties off and rendered her nude.  She was guided to the dinning table in an adjacent room and pegged there.  Mike was somewhat on his own; the knowledge of the EMAD gone from his mind, but the knowledge that his sister was willing to finally “put out” held fast.
	Arleen, too, had relinquished the boundary that kept her from submitting sexually to her brother.  There was an initial desire, but she was fearful and frightened of submission—it wasn’t based so much on the fact that they were brother/sister but the fear of getting knocked up by him or catching some unknown fucked up disease.
	As Dom schlepped his 21rst digit into Shanna’s bikini biscuit.  She had taken cock before—more than once, but less than a dozen times.  As he made entry he could hear the breakfast table in the kitchen grinding—Mike was doing his sister and doing her well!

	Dom focused on Shanna’s jiggling breasts—it helped him in his pursuit of getting off.  Shanna’s lemons enticed him—as did her sweet face and then of course her dynamite cock pleasing bearded clam.  As Dom’s purple katana grinded near effortlessly into her snatch, the girl began to nut up and cum.
	His own pecker goo paste began to spew—the sensation seething thru his bald-headed-giggle-snake was enormous and he was no longer in control of himself.  His hips pumped religiously; his eyes fluttered and then closed as his body tensed up at the dramatic moment of ecstasy.  Shots of cum sprung forth like a well pent up geyser.
	Shanna herself was cumming off, coating her czar with an amazing wash of her love juices.  Dom’s juices filled her already packed to capacity cunny; he lay on her still pumping, engulfing one of her lemony titties while massaging the other.

	Meanwhile, Mike had cum in his sister’s coochie.  His mustache trimmer, though, remained stiff (and still squirting).  A dream-passion cum true.  The boy, like Dom, languished after his deed—suckling on her breasts while still pumping.
	Mike was very vulnerable during that time, as were the girls.  Dom had no prob inserting into their minds new notions:
	Every day, Arleen and Shanna were to SUCK OFF Mike.  Arleen would suck him at home before leaving for school.  Shanna would nail him either at school or at the house as she came over to the Illwad home where she often spent her time—and got a ride to school from Mike.
	Every day, too, the girls were offer unto Mike their bodies—naked.  Either at the house (usually) or at the school.  They were present their ass for Mike to fuck and if they had the time and assured that they could securely get away with it—he’d fuck them silly.
	Every day, practically, Mike would service Dom.  Sucking him, presenting his ass, whatever Dom wanted.
	Arleen and Shanna would also be submissive to Dom, allowing him to view them at his leisure; to fuck them as he wished, whatever he desired.  And he desired a lot…

*

“Around the World with Hot Carl with a Pearl Necklace!”

	It was a few days later before Dominick caught up with Brent.  Down by the river by the baseball field out behind the third baseball area and the old bleachers.  Underneath the bleachers mostly concealed by bleachers themselves, pitching machines, stacks of tires and broken bleachers, Brent Hackerman was in full glory (of using his EMAD.)
	The sixteen year old had a twelve year old boy with him; the boy was nude while Brent merely had his dick out—slamming into the twelve year old boy’s mouth.  Brent was in full fuck/suck mode and unaware of Dom’s presence.  The day was late, the area rundown and not “in season.”  There was a recreation hall nearby where kids of the area played but no one was out and about the baseball area.
	Dom, though, had to get “closer” in order for his wrist-worn EMAD to work.  That wasn’t going to be particularly easy as there was a great space between where Dom was to where he wanted to go and still be unseen.

	It would take time for one thing to be nonchalant about it; there wasn’t much fear of being spotted by someone else—Dom didn’t care about them.  It was the Subject that he wanted to keep off guard.
	But the Subject was too busy getting a hummer from his young Subject to pay attention to the slinking Dominick Demetrius.  Quickly but sly Dom made his way across the open space to the big grandstands of one of the other ball fields.  From there there was a players’ passage allowing unseen access to the field Dom was making for.
	Once emerging he entered into the dugout closest to where Brent was getting head and determined that he was finally “in range.”  He waited, though, allowing Brent to “get off” and thusly be even MORE susceptible to the effects of his EMAD.

	Drips of Brent’s cum spilled from the corners of his Subject’s mouth, twelve year old Charles Jockyear.  The boy was nude and Dom was curiously horny for him, too—but more so to Brent.
	‘alright, bitch, your sweet ass is MINE!’
	Dom had Brent strip naked and “assume the position”.  meanwhile, Charles (CJ) lay out on his back masturbating—as he had been initially caught doing so by the sneaky bastard Brent—who promptly had taken advantage.  Dom took advantage and happily screwed away at Brent’s not too virginal rectum.
	During the butt fucking Dom slapped (spanked) Brent’s ass; worked his hands around to fondle and squeeze Brent’s cock and balls; and caress the sides of the nude boy’s body.  Brent endured—unaware that he was being assaulted.  Dom managed a few notions into his noggin to accept—
	“you like to be fucked in the ass.” By who would be up to Brent.
	“you like to suck cock.” Again, by would be left up to Brent.
	“you like to lick butt hole, suck balls, be peed on, jacked off on…”
	Dom was getting off on implanting the notions—he power fucked Brent’s shit tube, spanked him until his flesh reddened and jacked him until spew began to spill from his cock.
	Dom’s cock did a marvelous deed and the feeling of orgasm was terrific.  Every ounce of his love muscle’s juices he felt surging thru and spewing out of his piss slit.  It was glorious, glorious Centurion!  He came hard with serious butt hole poundings that were almost painful.  Dom drove his cock in HARD and with great furor until there was the ultimate subsiding ebb.  

	There, of course, was the subject of Brent’s EMAD.
	Dom knew he could be a bastard and TAKE Brent’s mind altering device, but decided to go ahead and let him keep it—let him use it to his advantage.
	“but NEVER-EVER use it against your friend, Dominick.”
	Never-ever-ever-never.
	Using Brent’s own underwear he wiped clean his cock, then wiped Brent’s shitty/bloody hole.  Afterwards, he went to CJ…

	Boy hole, girl hole—it didn’t much matter to Dom—or to Brent!  A hole was a hole was a hole to fill with cock (and cum!)  Dom preferred girls, but a boy was okay, too.  Sex was sex.  His cock against the skin of a boy was just as good as rubbing against the skin of a girl.  A girl had perks of interest—most of which were with Dom’s dong humping against until spewing forth his delicious cum.  The same applied to a boy.  It all basically was boiled down to orgasm.  The act of cumming.  Dom cared less of type of sex—as long as it was sex.
	At a high school play Dom found himself in the company of a young boy.  The play was boring to Dom—Shakespeare and Dom just wasn’t into it.  (too many clothes covering up the girls’ bods!)  His plaything bitch Julie wasn’t at the play so he was frustrated and sought out others of his class to satiate his needs.
	In the course of doing so he had to go pee.
	So off he went and while draining his monster schlong a little boy about 7 years young wandered into the pisser to do likewise.  There were no partitions between the self-serve urinals so you either read the dirty jokes on the walls or checked the guy beside you.

A fart can be quiet,
A fart can be loud,
Some leave a powerful,
Poisonous cloud.

A fart can be short,
Or a fart can be long,
Some farts have been known,
To sound just like a song.

Some farts do not smell,
While others are vile,
A fart may pass quickly,
Or linger awhile.

A fart can create
A most-curious medley,
A fart can be harmless,
Or silent, but deadly.

A fart can occur
In a number of places,
And leave everyone
With strange looks on their faces.

From wide-open prairies,
To small elevators,
A fart will find all of us
Sooner or later.

So be not afraid
Of the invisible gas,
For always remember,
That farts, too, shall pass.

*
There was a man from Havana,
Who thought he could play the piana.
His fingers slipped,
his zipper unzipped.
And out came a hairy banana!
*
There was a young man from Peru
Who fell asleep in his canoe
While dreaming of Venus
He whipped out his penis
And woke up with a handfull of goo!

*
There was a young Rabbi from peru,
Who was vainly attempting to screw,
His wife said "Oi vey",
If you keep up this way,
The Messiah will come before you do.

*
Q: Did you hear about the two queer Irishmen?
A: Michael Fitzpatrick and Patrick Fitzmichael.
*
Here's to a long life and a merry one.
A quick death and an easy one.
A pretty girl and an honest one.
A cold beer—and another one!
When we drink, we get drunk.
When we get drunk, we fall asleep.
When we fall asleep, we commit no sin.
When we commit no sin, we go to heaven.
So, let's all get drunk, and go to heaven!
*

	The little squirt beside him pissed a good piss, a long hard stream with an occasional fart to accompany.  Brown hair had he, long to his ears and in need of a trim.  Good clothes and he didn’t smell—‘cept for the occasional farts.  Dom could see that the boy had an average sized schlong and as he continued to spy his own schlong got interested.
	Then, Dom noted the boy took a mild interest in Dom’s dong.
	Dom pulled back his skin flute increasing its size.
	The little boy’s eyes widened and mouth fell agape.
	Stepping back from the urinal Dom exposed himself to the boy, flopping his cock and totally bombastically bombing the boy who looked to his own peter in comparison.
	“Naw,” said Dom, don’t worry, “yours will be like this in a few years.”
	“Really?” asked the boy hopefully.
	“Sure will!” smiled Dom, “but you have to work it.”
	“Whattya mean?”
	Oh shit…

I’m a fucker, he’s a fucker, she’s a fucker, wouldn’t you like to be a fucker, too?
	In the last privacy stall Dom escorted Tom Tyler McFee.  Sitting on the pot Dom slid Tom’s pants and underwear down, then lifted off his shirt (well, hell, if you’re gonna do it do it right and all the way and not be half assed about—‘specially if you’re could get caught at it; don’t want to be labeled as a half assed pervert!)
	Once nude the boy was examined more closely.  Dom spent precious time caressing the lad’s bare ass—and then his bare nads.  The boy stood with fixed eyes staring near straight thru his molester.  Dom asked him no questions or inserted no notions.  
	After much ado about fondling and caressing the boy Dom positioned the youngster onto his lap; his own clothes at his ankles he spread his legs open wide and nestled the boy between—his massive fuck stick probing the boy’s dry-virgin anal rim.
	There was some kissing involved, arms about the boy in a passion, his cock throbbing hard against his hole, the boy’s own squashed up against his rigid stomach.  The boy endured—he had no choice, and was oblivious to what was happening to him anyways.
	Dom knew, though, that forcing his monstrous cock up into the boy’s hole would be painful and probably bring the lad out of his mind locked stupor—so he settled for humping on the lad’s balls then standing him up so as he could suck on the boy’s cock (and balls.)
	But anal penetration was what he wanted.

	Dire determination drove Dom to drive his cock into seven year old Tom’s asshole.  The boy was tied with his hands behind his back, a gag in his mouth, and naked.  Half the length of Dom’s cock was in the boy’s formerly virgin rectum.  The boy was “aware” as the mind lock on his young mind no longer needed—they were off the school ground and miles out of the area.  At a remote park located outside of town Dom drove his ride to a very remote place that was secure.  Here, after pulling Tom out of the trunk he spanked the boy into submission.  Then into the backseat where the youngster was tied up (for effect) and then raped.

	And then there’s being in the right place at the right time—doubly so if you’re a pervert in need of a fix.  Dom was such.  His EMAD on the fritz for weeks before he got back to working order his sex life had declined.  However, those girls whom he had worked before were still available.

	But Dom was for always looking for new adventures—new pussy to fill, new bodies to cream all over on, new people to tie up and have way with.  He found such newness in Amelia Thomas.  
	Amelia Thomas was a seventh grader—Dom knew her as she came to his high school to play ball—the school Amelia went to was lame and didn’t have a big enough ball field for the students and viewers during regular season ball games.  She was a pitcher and was pretty good.  Dom watched her and had her on his “List”…
	Amelia was as deserving on his List as was the many other girls (and boys) and after catching her in the act of something atrocious made her presence on the List even more so entrenched.
	Amelia was not alone, she was in the company of three; a young boy and two young girls.  Perfect.  The three young ones were all naked with Amelia partially clothed—her pants were on but her shirt was undone and breasts were bare.
	It took a while before Dom could figure it—it was more than simple molesting going on.  Dom noted Amelia caressing the bare bottoms of the three young ones; the lone boy was approximately eight—sandy brown hair, average sized weeny, average sized bod for his age group; the two girls were cute—damn cute.  One girl was blond while the other was with long super curly reddish brown.  The straight laced blond haired girl was the youngest at a few months under eight years.  She was very cute, dimples, flat chest, hairless poon, lily white.  The other girl was a little taller, but not by much and was a few months older.
	After much ado about caressing butts the girls were positioned on their knees with the young boy, “Adam” positioned before them.  It seemed (to Dom) that Amelia was “teaching/instructing” the girls the fine art of sex—beginning with boyhood manipulation.  The girls cupped Adam’s balls and worked their hands up and down his little pud.
	Adam liked—a lot!
	The boy was cute himself, he grinned and watched the girls’ antics, casually throwing a glance to Amelia’s bared breasts.  The antics and bare breasted viewing and nudity all around helped the young lad get a raging boner.  The “boner” was the object of attention from the girls, including the Instigator.  After much love was given to the puddling, Amelia instructed her charges their next act was the infamous Presidential; eight year old Cortney Hoxman went down on Adam performing a fantastic oralgamie.  While she did so, Amelia caressed her butt…

	Little Cortney sucked and sucked, fondled balls—fondled balls, and squeezed Adam’s ass—squeezed Adam’s ass.  She talked on the bonaphone for a minute and a half before relinquishing hobbing on the nob to her friend, Karen.
	Karen was giddy and giggled while she whistled on Adam’s skin flute.  But she did a fair job, suckled his hairless nezzies, too.  Adam rocked on the balls of his feet, hands gay-like on his hips watching in unknown levels of joy and pleasure as his little wigglestick was teased beyond his intellectual capacity.
	Afterwards, it was the girls’ turn—or Adam’s turn depending on the angle of the dangle and view.  Cortney and Karen laid out on their clothes, opening their legs and giving Adam and Dom a reason to live.  Adam, though, got first dibs as he “went down” on the girls, Cortney first.  The boy happily licked out on Cortney’s panty hamster and licked with great delight.  Dom’s view was not particular good and he fumed.  He wanted to see the boy’s tongue dancing in the girl’s wunder down under but there was a distance problem and obstructions.
	He didn’t want to zap them but let them go on on their own—and zap them when they were done.  But he was missing prime good stuff and it pissed him off.  Crawling like a snake on his belly he scooted unseen until he was closer.  He could see only Amelia’s head by then—behind a great outdoor museum featuring old buildings, oil derricks, trains and the like for outdoor settings was a small landscape of forgotten crap, city debris, and museum crap was the setting.  Surrounded by a grove of old dead and dying trees from some other country the setting was secure.  Well, mostly…
	Adam had finished with Cortney and was tongue lashing Karen.  Dom’s view was fantatic—seeing the boy’s ass bobble and wiggle, clench; his swinging nads, his hard pud—Dom had a penchant for screwing boys as much as girls.
	Schlepping his fuck stick into handsome seven year old turd Tom Tyler McFee Dom held back nothing.  The boy had been well secured, gagged, and blindfolded—for effect.  A generous application of cock/anal grease had been applied to the boy’s hole before penetration.  The boy kicked and screamed as the monstrous Russian cock went slowly into his turd cavern.
	The boy had screamed, twisted his nude body, and fussed as much as he could—but when the tremendous monstrous cock of the Russian slammed into his hole the boy’s antics stopped.  

	Not all of Dom’s amazing petkuh went slithering into the boy’s backdoor, but a generous pleasing portion did and Dom was delighted.  He began pumping, reaming the boy’s anal orifice open even more so.  The boy squirmed causing Dom to smack the boy’s hips and plunge another amazing inch into him.
	While sodomizing Tom, Dom had “reached around” and toyed with the boy’s cock and balls.  Tom’s head pounded against the arm rest, his face grinding against the black vinyl seating.
	Just after the two-minute bell a great gusher load of “load” spewed into the boy’s well reamed hole.  The boy grunted, Dom grunted, the boy passed out, Dom slammed the rest of his cock into the boy to complete the deal.
	Tom had significant anal damage, Dom tweaked his mind to forget who had done the damage, slurped his schlong for a bit then dropped him off naked behind a fire station.  He wasn’t the first Dom had done so to and would not be the last.
	Eyeing Adam’s dirt chute put Dom into rigorous contemplation of reaming HIS hole.  But with the girls present, he had choices and options…