August Moone
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 35
Stand Alone Story

Decent into Horror
Part II

Dom’s damning dong 
	Dom’s dong was hard enough to hunt with.  Watching with great intensity (and enthusiasm) he literally humped the ground he lay on, watching and waiting his turn.
	Not far from him was the naked eight year old Adam Shane and his deliciously wiggling butt; the view of the boy’s swishing hairless balls, his little hard pud, and near lily white ass put the “snake in the grass” Dom into orgasmic overload.  His new position, though, now allowed him to see Adma’s tongue work—working on the wiggly six year old Karen.
	A great deal of severe pleasure erupted throughout Dom’s psyche, his body, his whole.  Though she was merely six, he was going to do her.  Cortney, too.  And the naughty instigator Amelia.
	After licking his fill, Adam was instructed to lay down beside Karen while Cortney positioned herself on him.  Cortney was just as giggly and wiggly as Karen.  Adam giggled as well and was greatly embarrassed.  
	“You can put your hands on butt.” said Amelia.
	Dom was elated.  Adam placed his hands onto Cortney and began caressing while the girl continued to wriggle herself; Amelia helped open her legs more then raised the child’s hips and guided in Adam’s cock to her cunt.  They had done so before.  
	Cortney made slow movements up and down, Adam’s little dinkus slipping out now and then; either Amelia or Cortney put back in.  Amelia fingered herself while watching—so did her sister (step-sister) Karen still laying beside them.  Occasionally during the fuck Amelia would caress Cortney’s ass and it appeared as if though Amelia was cumming!
	Dom was about to intervene and insert himself when Amelia laid down herself and worked off her pants and panties.  She furiously frigged her snatch box then had Adam come onto her.  Adam happily obliged.  Cortney frigged her little sex box and Dom felt soilage in his underwear.

	Adam lay on Amelia with his dinkus in her teen twat; Amelia’s hands on his little butt keeping him in a steady pace of fucking her, pleasing her, and in her.  Karen and Cortney sat up to watch (in awe) and continued fingering themselves.
	“lay down.” Dom conveyed the EMAD brain capturing waves to Karen.  The little girl looked strangely around in all curiousness, cocking her head, picking her nose, fingering her pussy.
	“I said, “lay down!””
	Karen still looked curiously about, shook her head, then laid down.
	“sleep.”
	“But I’m not sleepy.” she said aloud.
	Cortney looked to her, “What?”  Amelia was too “busy” to know what was going on; she was in the throws of getting laid and didn’t care to what else was going on.  
	“sleep.” Dom insisted, cranking up the power to the EMAD.
	Karen lay still, nude, vulnerable, and asleep.
	Nextly was Cortney.

	Adam was too young to actually experience an “orgasm” but close counts.  It felt good to fuck, to have his little weeny experience the motion of pumping.  Amelia was the one who experienced an orgasm, a nice juicy one, too.  The teen’s juices flowed from her teen cunt, coating Adam’s cock and balls.  She shuddered all over, toes curled, hair tingled.  Adam lay on her flexing his ass muscles with Amelia clenching said ass muscles.
	“bring him up to you,” Dom said to her mind, “suck his cock, his balls.”
	Whether on her own or otherwise the naughty teen scooted her young lover up to her and promptly took his wares into her mouth.  Cortney and Karen lay side by side in the dimming sun of the day sound to sleep.
	After some time of suckling the boy’s cock and balls,
	“turn him around, lick his asshole.”
	Compliance!
	When Amelia began performing that particular task, Dom knew that he had her—had them all.  Adam’s task was to lick out Amelia’s cunt.  While Adam did so, Dom presented himself, stripped to the skin and stood wanking between Amelia’s legs.

*

	Adam made disparaging faces expressing his displeasure at the foul hellish prong in his mouth—he want a particularly good cocksucker, but it was in his mouth and that was all that mattered—to Dom.  Dom fucked the young boy’s mouth to his delight, pulling out occasionally to hump the sweet coerced child’s face, then plunge back into his mouth to fuck until spewing his goo.
	Young Adam gagged, choked, and retched.
	Amelia received a copious amount of Dom’s goo minutes later—in her very fuckable still snuggable cunt.  Dom’s amazing fuck tool thrilled her although she strove to resist.  But the presence of the Russian missile in her sex was too much to ignore and she was sexed—brought to the brink of bliss she submitted to lengthy orgasmic shudders.
	Dom rolled her over and took his hand to her ass, spanking her until she began to twist and feel the sting of his hand.  The teen bastard then began smacking her ass with his cock until once more it was hard enough to hunt elk with.  Into the teen girl’s nearly virgin asshole Dom did go, though she had not taken human “cock” to her ass per se—she had taken doggie dick.
	Dom was amused by her admission, he had pressed upon her to release the tidbit of information upon his discovery that her asshole wasn’t virginal.  When he learned of her doggie fetish Dom filled dramatically the girl’s backdoor and fucked her brains out.
	Cortney and Karen.  Could he be so monstrous as to have sex or some sex with the two?  They were fairly young, very young was Karen at a mere six, Cortney merely eight.  Young Adam, also eight, had fucked them both but he had a little dinky barely three inches long.  Dom’s dong was significantly longer…
	He had each girl suck him; their little young mouths were filled to capacity with Dom’s dong; up against their faces he humped having them suckle his balls, too.  Then it was “down on them” he went, taking Cortney first.
	Cortney twisted and became something of a problem requiring Dom to spank her—he held her ankles tight together then raised her legs up and wailed on her tender ass until his cock screamed for attention.  Little Cortney and Karen were screaming, too.

	Amelia was mentally subdued but the children were not so.  Dom had tried to subdue the children and with effort he probably could have succeeded, but a new nuance filled him—he wanted his Subject/Victims to be more “aware” of what was happening to them.  It added to the thrill of what he was doing…
	More tinkering with the EMAD would be required as he wanted the older Subject/Victim’s to experience the awareness factor, too.  But after a rigorous spanking fest with Amelia, her emotions were escalating to the point of where she would no longer be controllable—so she had to be nipped quickly mentally.
	Of course, there was the good ole fashioned tying and binding he could have done and on second thought he wished he had of done so.  But he spent time noshing on Cortney’s cunt, licking her butthole, then grinding his cock against her bald beaver until he spewed his goo.  He then made Karen and Adam lick the goo up from Cortney’s cunt and belly area.
	Thereafter he did the same to Karen and like Cortney, Karen freaked out and required a spanking.  Dom found great delight in spanking, great delight.  Adam and Cortney tried to intervene and they required being tussed up—then spanked.  Dom found another nuance surging thru him, a commanding threat of posing dominance.
	An overwhelming guile invaded Dom then, he was no longer himself and very brazeningly took his monstrous cock to Karen’s asshole.  It wasn’t a good fit but he made it happen with great dire determination.  The girl lost her ability to scream and Dom lost his ability of human decency.

	In the end the children were calmed.  While raping once more the mind stunned Adam Shane, Dom implanted notions into the lad—notions of the sexual deviant behavior type.  (although, at Adam’s young age he wasn’t rightly aware that his sexual antics were in no way deviant.)
	The girls, too, had notions implanted into them—along with Dom’s damning dong.  No actual vaginal penetration was possible with either Karen or Cortney, and only a smidgen could he make way into their tight little funk holes.  But in their mouths was different—although Karen’s little six year old mouth was a little small—he managed.
	Everyday, or virtually every when applicable—Cortney and Karen would SUCK Adam’s dick.  Adam’s dick and balls AND asshole.  Both girls were covertly suck his cock in the morning before school (they walked to school (it was a short distance and included passing thru the park)).  On their way back from school, the group would strip to their skin and get freaky; the girls would suck Adam’s cock, balls, and asshole--

--in turn, young stud muffin Adam would lick the girls from where they peed from—pee on them where they peed from, then lick their pooter holes before sliding into their young sex his cock.
	Amelia would be in on the daily tryst, enjoying being spanked by her charges, peed on, and fucked.  Every day.  when applicable.  And she (Amelia) was to bring in other boys, too; girls, teens her age level that were as kinky and naughty (and deviant) as was she.
	At month’s end they were busted—a park ranger caught them naked in the act—a teen boy friend involved, another young girl Karen’s age, another teen girl Amelia’s age—all nude, all engaged in immoral sexual activity.
	But not to worry—the ranger concluded that an EMAD was in use and so did the powers that be.  Of course, the parental units involved were outraged and then so was the public.  The kids involved thought that they were under their own power.  Amelia was greatly confused—and pregnant.
	Dom’s work was done.  He moved on.

*
Ascending in a downward spiral
	Of course, the EMAD was used for other purposes (other than sex).  In the twisted world the more sophisticated EMADs were being used to enable bank robbing on a whole new scale.  Acquisitions of all things were made possible—great art, music, cars, homes, property, and all things materialistic in nature and value.  Also people.
	Of course there were measures to thwart such activities but it was a rollercoaster type deal whereas one week or month the EMAD use was high followed by great worthy efforts of stopping such illicit and immoral activities.
	But with mad scientists, syndicated crime lords, professional perverts and general populace as a whole, Electronic Mind Altering Devices were in the throng of the world to stay.  
	On occasion, Dom shied away from engaging his wrist-worn EMAD from helping him score sexually to helping him financially.  Not so much as for himself, although it did come into play, but he helped his parents.  Both his parents worked and they were hard workers and he honored them.  Well…

	Neither of his Russian immigrant parents were very strict with him and allowed him a great deal of freedom.  They were kind and generous—too generous and often gave away more than they had to give.  Dom was wise enough, though, not to shower his parents with expensive gifts and such but to shuttle into their money bags a few “extra” dollars.  Dominick’s parents were of the Old Country and did not trust American banks, so all their monies was kept in cloth ruck sack bags tucked away in a secret place in the modest home.  Dom knew of the secret place and once a week added to the sacks—sort of an interest bearing home account.
	Dom also opened his own account at a bank and made deposits once a week as if he had a real job.  Dom acquired his financial intake from several sources, including banks (small ones); money lending institutions, small mediocre businesses, and what have you.  Just once a week he would hit one place or another, allowing the EMAD to sufficiently be rested up and charged up so that there would be no foul ups during the course of zapping someone’s mind so as they would allow Dom to peruse the bank vault unheeded and uninterrupted.  Timing was everthing.
	A rash of bank robberies and other EMAD-related activities had suddenly laid siege to the city—sexual assaults were on the rise and more and more of the citizens were in outrage.  The national guard and other assorted government type interlopers were ineffective against the siege; local and state law enforcing official types were also no threat to the sudden increase to the mind altering warfare.
	At length new devices were brought in to defeat the electronic gadgets; some were lame while others were effective in stopping the spread from escalating to a monstrous epidemic.  EMAD detectors and preventors were the mainstay at schools, churches, shopping centers, businesses, and homes.  Everyone was beginning to wear some sort of detector or preventor or both in an effort to be aware of an EMAD or to stop it from overtaking their mind.
	One such incident changed Dominick Demetrius’ life forever.

	It began as a two-fer, which quickly escalated to something more.  It began as a simple money acquisition from a small banking institution whereas he merely needed to overwhelm the old geezer guard then the three tellers, manager, one lone customer and her mentally challenged pre-teen child and then direct the wandering manager to open the half door to allow him access to the non-guarded open vault in the back area.
	A few things went awry.

	One was the mentally challenged pre-teen girl and two was the old geezer.  The girl was too mentally challenged to be effected by the effects of the EMAD; the old guard was too old and mentally challenged himself.  
	Then, as Dom struggled and sweated to compensate—something went horribly wrong.  A customer Dom hadn’t seen suddenly appeared.  But more than that; he, too, had an EMAD.  Both he and Dom were on a mission of acquisition!  Dom’s EMAD was overtaxed as it was and was no match for the other User’s Device.
	The other User did something to his and whether or not he knew that Dom had an EMAD in use was not clear—not to Dom anyways.  There was suddenly a brilliant bright light followed by a mind piercing scream.  From Dom’s wrist-worn device he saw energy—it was strange dancing lights much like lightning.  Multiple colors all going in zigs and zags.  Dom had no idea what was going on but it was certain that he wasn’t in control.
	The next thing he knew—
	He was laying on his back.  Electrical patterns fluttered before his eyes, his teeth tingled.  Any movement—including eye flutter, tingled to the point of pain.  There was nothing to do but lay still—perfectly still.
	Slowly the electrical discharges across his eyes (and teeth) diminished.  A terrible ringing was still present, and moving was still not quite an option, not yet.  His jaw was tight and he felt nauseous all over.    A strange wave of heat swept over him and all he could do was wait until it passed.
	While he waited, he saw the mentally challenged girl.  She wore a strange color of orange/pink form fitting shorts—and they were “wet.”  She clung to her mother who clung to the teller ledge.  She was still and unmoving.  The young girl trembled and whimpered.
	There was no moving option for Dom—any movement whatsoever or even to THINK of moving caused great pain.  Dom always strove to avoid pain if he could.  There was nothing to do but lay still and wait.
	There was movement around him, though; the old geezer bank guard wasn’t moving but there was movement on the other side of the teller area.  Electricity tingled across Dom’s teeth and his eyes; he could hear his heart beating and with each pulse there was a surge of electricity.
	He could see someone moving about in the teller area; closing his eyes was a bad idea; a ringing that was actually the sound like of hissing/fissing electrical discharges rang out in his ears—even his nose!
	Suddenly there was a man climbing over the teller partition.  

	The man was dressed in casual day clothes, clean shaven, trimmed hair.  In one hand he had a typical backpack that was common type; in the other hand he had his EMAD.  A couple of bills spilled out of the backpack giving insight to his purpose.
	The mentally challenged girl whimpered more, peed herself more, and clung to her “frozen” mom.  The bank robber paused to look at her, he seemed upset that she was not “frozen” as intended—then he realized that she was fucked up in the head and therefore not subjected to the effects of his Device.
	The man seethed, looked around, then approached the girl.  The girl shied away from him but the man was quick; he dropped his money bag and grabbed the girl.  There were no screams from the girl as she seemed unable to verbal express outcry.  The man threw the girl over a short cushioned chair and held her firm while yanking down her orange/pink shorts.  Regular type panties there was and the man took a moment to ogle before yanking those down, too.
	The girl struggled and wiggled so but the man was strong and smacked her ass when she fussed too much.  The man’s hard cock slapped her ass before jamming into her.  From Dom’s position he couldn’t rightly tell if she was being buggered or raped.  (not that it mattered)
	The girl’s eyes bulged and for a moment she stopped her struggling and wriggling.  The man behind her held her arms back tightly while pumping furiously.  There was nothing the girl could do but take it.  She grunted, whined, whimpered, and indeed—“took it” up the ass (Dom discovered this tidbit info later.)
	The robber got his nut off moments later, pulled out and pushed the stricken girl to the floor.  He himself stood over her masturbating, dripping his cum onto her.  Dom saw movement from the woman, the old geezer was moving to—no, he was HAVING a movement…
	Ewewewew
	Anyways, the robber noted the woman’s movements, he checked his EMAD device and zapped the woman—Dom saw the energy wave go from the Device to the woman.  It was curious and for the moment he couldn’t make since of it—if there was anything to make of it to begin with.
	But the woman didn’t seem to be effected by the robber’s Device, her movements continued and angered the man.  When the woman turned her head and saw her daughter in a precarious way—she tried to scream.
	Tried.

	The mother in a lime green business suit tried to scream but was unable.  The robber took precious moments to flee to manhandle the woman’s breasts, rip open her blouse and toss her onto a loan officer’s desk.  There her skirt was ripped off of her body followed by her panties and then her dignity.  The man’s cock soiled with blood and poo from the sodomy rape of the twelve year slammed reverently into the woman’s pussy.  Her legs were up along the man’s chest and he was vile in his pursuit of joy.

	The vile man made a hasty retreat when sirens were heard, there was other movement in the teller area.  Dom still could not move.  The woman had curled herself up on the floor bobbing her head and making strange noises.  Her nude daughter was up against the customer/teller wall sitting on her butt trembling her head.
	Three cops busted into the bank followed by paramedics, firemen, and more cops.  Then the media made an appearance.  Dom tensed up and waited.  The woman and her daughter were loaded up on medic gurneys and whisked away.  The investigation began.  Dom lay still—he had no choice, but noted something strange—something odd.  No one seemed to be paying any attention to him.
	Cops were everywhere, Suits, firemen, paramedics, and bank employees.  All stepping around the prone on the floor Dom Demetrius.  The bank manager in a lime green tight skirt came to stand at Dom’s head—allowing him access to look right up her skirt to her crotch.  While she yapped to the police detective—she farted.
	Dom lay still—he didn’t have a choice.  After the Skirt and the detective moved on, others came along to stand near close, pick their ass, and continue to ignore him.
	How long he lay their being ignored he didn’t know—but awhile anyways.  At length the day was done and everyone left.  The lights were turned out and it was dark.  Some time later and Dom was able to move his fingers without screaming.
	After the fingers came the ability to move his head.  There was no pain involved there but there was dizziness that cause him to violently retch and gag and spew chunks.  His asshole clenched up and he pissed himself.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” he bitched, he hadn’t pissed his pants since he was a kid.  Slowly he slipped off his pants and underwear and stood bitching while the last remnants of electrical tingling subsided.
	Finding a seating hanging on the back of a chair he wiped his cock and balls then contemplated his next move.  In his mind there was lightning, thunderous claps of electricity that was hard to ignore.

	With a big sigh he looked around and focused on a nameplate on a desk.  “Janice Dennyham”.  The name didn’t really mean anything to him only that he couldn’t remember his.  Ut-oh.
	He had a big headache and a strange “taste” in his mouth.  There was a big watch on his wrist and it had a big crack across the crystal face.  Inside there was a flashing red light but no other signs of movement or indication(s) indicating time.  He thought the watch was kinda big and looked a little screwy.
	Where was he?
	Who was he?
	What was he doing wherever it was he was?
	The where soon became obvious as he saw the bank teller counter stretching across the large open room.  The name of the Where hung from a banner beyond the teller counter; bank emblems and papers were everywhere; and there was the customary customer velvet bank rope to keep people in line.  It was a bank.
	So why was he there?
	It was obviously after hours, it was dark outside.  From his “watch” he deduced nothing of the actual time—but on the wall inside the teller/bank employee area a wall clock gave the time of 10:20.
	Something was amiss—with him.  

*

	He sighed and tried to get a grip—but it was a no-go.  Who he was would just have to remain elusive—for the time being.  His stomach growled and gave him the indication that he was hungry.  At the door he found he was locked in.  There were no other apparent doors although he assumed that there were employee doors somewhere.  But he wasn’t going to wander around looking for them, fuck that.  He took up the guard’s chair and bashed the window door.
	He had to repeat the process several times as the door was kinda thick and designed to resist being broken.  But it finally did break.  It also sounded off a few alarms.  That wasn’t good.
	When other sirens wailed in the night he quickly grabbed his shoes, put them on and made a very hasty retreat.  He was in the bank’s parking lot before he realized he was without his pants.  Too late, though, half a dozen cop cars screamed onto the lot and surrounded the banking institution.

	Across the large lot that also was home to a chain drug pharmacy slash store, a small facility for athletes, and liquor store was four lanes of road way.  Just beyond that was an auto parts store, a doctor/dentist building, and a small but popular drive-in called Diane’s Eats.
	Dom made for the drive-in, he was hungry.  While crossing the semi busy four lane roadway it did become apparent to him that the cars and buses whizzing by were also ignoring him.  Why he was being ignored he had no idea, it was oblivious to him as well as elusive.
	“What the fuck?” he asked aloud, “Am I fucking invisible or something!?”
	Why yes, yes he was.
	It still was unknown to him about that fact, as was still his identity.
	Once at the drive-in it became a little more apparent.  There was a car at the drive-thru, two customers sitting at a metal picnic table; three employees inside the facility hustling to finish up their shift.  Dom tapped on the Formica counter at the ORDER HERE window—but was ignored.
	“AHEM!” he called out—loudly.
	Nada.
	He opened the sliding window and clicked his fingers.
	That did get some attention, but the one employee who was closest was at a loss as to who was doing the flicking.  She looked around curiously and then heard—
	“hey, bitch, over here!”
	The employee, a black girl in her late teens, reared her head back and looked around.  Another employee came around the cooker,
	“Did you just call me a bitch?” the black girl asked.
	The second employee, also black and also in her teens, looked at her strangely, “Say what?” she asked surprisingly.
	“Someone just called me a bitch!”
	The two began yapping their lips about stuff Dom was not interested in.  He was too confused to care.  He did spot the “to-go” bag sitting close at hand.  Too close.  Wrinkling his nose he snatched the bag and hastily slipped around the side of building—walking right past the two peoples at the outside dinning table (with no pants on mind you.)
	Inside the bag was a double cheese burger with crispy (fried) onion rings; a side of tater tots and a chocolate shake.  Dom was pleased and happily devoured the free dinner while inside the eatery there was chaos as now someone had swiped a customer’s order…

*

Today's Stock Market Report
  	Helium was up, feathers were down.
  	Paper was stationary.
  	Fluorescent tubing was dimmed in light trading.
 	 Knives were up sharply.
  	Cows steered into a bull market.
  	Pencils lost a few points.
  	Hiking equipment was trailing.
  	Elevators rose, while escalators continued their slow decline.
  	Weights were up in heavy trading.
  	Light switches were off.
  	Mining equipment hit rock bottom.
  	Diapers remained unchanged.
  	Shipping lines stayed at an even keel.
  	The market for raisins dried up.
  	Coca-Cola fizzled.
  	Caterpillar stock inched up a bit.
  	Sun peaked at midday.
  	Balloon prices were inflated.
  	Scott Tissue touched a new bottom.
  	And batteries exploded in an attempt to recharge the market.

*
Cum stains for everyone!
	It was a long night.  For awhile he slept just behind the burger joint, but then it started to rain so he moved to the covered porch at a nearby church.  Just before dawn he got cold and moved to see about making entry after finding an unlocked door.  Inside wasn’t much warmer but it was dry.  
	There was a room something like a social gathering room or something he didn’t know—didn’t care.  It had a nice long dry couch and so nakedly he laid out on it and found the sleep he needed.
	The dreams that came with the sleep he didn’t need.  The dreams bordered on nightmares.  They didn’t make since and were confounding to beat all.  Mixed images of peoples, places, and things.  Then lastly there was a horrible scene of chaos involving a terrible lightning/thunder storm.
	When he awoke he smelled popcorn.

	The smell was so intense that he walked down the hall to where there was something of a snack room having a microwave oven, a snack machine dispenser, sink, and tables.  A teen girl stood at the microwave, he ogled her as she clenched her butt in her tight light blue jeans.  
	Seconds later and the popcorn was done.  The fifteen year old with long straight blond hair plucked the popcorn bag out of machine then using scissors she cut open the bag as it lay out the way it had been placed to be popped so it made it own bowl.  A dash of salt AND pepper and she was happy.  
	Turning around and exiting the snack room he seriously checked her out; nice bobbing titties contained inside a flowery blue knit top.  A fresh face, very teenage, clean, and just aching to have cum stains dripping on it.  
	But out the door she went munching on the treat while Dom stood wanking.  The smell of the popcorn thrilled him—overriding his need for sex and he made way to the snack machine.
	With no pants he had no money.  That sucked.
	There were some cup o’ noodles in cabinet, there was supposed to be paid for on the Honor System, a canister containing money was nearby on a condiment tray indicating such.  Finding sufficient change to help himself to the snack machine he did so.  The cup o’ noodles was good, too; along with a burrito, chips, and two sodas.
	After that he was a needful trip to the bathroom.
	Which was across the hall.
	He felt kind of odd having a shirt on but no pants, no underwear.  But apparently, he was invisible or something.  But still…
	He washed his face and balls in the sink and noted that he did not see himself in the mirror.  He saw HIMSELF, but not reflected in the mirror.  Something was definitely awry.  But what?  His name was still elusive to him and each time he looked to the big fancy watch on his wrist he got a very curious feeling.  It was unexplainable and just as elusive as was his name.
	Out of the bathroom and down the hall, he had no idea where to go or what to do.  He thought of traipsing back to the bank—that seemed to be where his troubles began and the most likely spot to find some answers.
	On his way, though, he passed by a door that was not all the way closed.  From within he smelled popcorn.  From within he heard a giggling girlie sound—from within he heard the telltale sound of a man murmuring “Oh yeah!”
	This became a curiosity worth investigating.

	Peeking inside there was a man in a two piece suit with sitting up against a desk.  The room was small and important—belonging to a man who was second in command of the flock of the church.  His slacks and underwear were at his ankles, his cock disappearing and then reappearing inside the popcorn girl’s mouth. 
	Old familiar feelings began to rage inside him, who still didn’t know his name.  He stared and stared and began to work his cock and boldly step inside the room.  The 2nd in Command of the church had his head reared back, moaning and making pleasurable sounds, eyes rolled back and right on the brink of cumming off.  The girl made slurping sounds as she sucked the man’s cock; she held his hairy nuggets with one hand while the other furiously frigged herself—her pants and panties at her knees.
	Soon there was a river of cum oozing out the corners of her mouth even blowing out of her nose!  Amanda made more sounds similar to choking but she continued to work the cock until it was dry.  Preacher man Hank Gillum moaned loudly and thrusted his cock into the pretty teen, gripping the edge of the ornate cherry wood desk and cumming off with gusto!
	After cumming off, the Preacher was further satiated in his illicit lust by popcorn girl’s antics of taking his cum shooting member and rubbing it all over her pretty face.  She sucked on the head some more then went down to nuzzle his nuggets.
	There was naught to do for the unseen observer but to strok harder and more boldly.
	No one noticed.
	Amanda Yummings (no, really) stood and slipped off her top, unhooked her bra that hooked in the front revealing her twins.  She had the Preacher’s full undisputed attention.  Dom strolled right up close and continued to wank all the harder.
	Nice titties did Amanda have, not too big, perfect circles and nips.  She squeezed them herself before leaning in and allowing her bamboozled Preacher have a go.  While the Preacher squeezed the delightful young orbs the unseen observer jacked off onto the girl’s ass.  Drips of his sperm splashed down onto her lily white cheeks and the desire to fuck her asshole seethed within him.
	Amanda stood and stepped out of her pants and undies, presenting herself stark naked to the Preacher.  The Preacher took a moment to ogle her, smiling and not paying any attention to the Unseen Oberver/Participator whatsoever.

	Amanda moved in and was embraced by the Preacher, Pastor Hank Gillum.  They hugged and the man squeezed the girl’s ass—finding the cum spillage on her ass.  
	A little grossed out was Hank smearing his hand into the spunk matter, but he squeezed the cheeks and then began fingering the teen’s “hole.”  Amanda rubbed her cunny and pressed her nakedness up against the man’s cock—which was slowly returning to Fuck Mode.
	The Unseen Observer/Participator watched Up Close and Very Personal as Pastor Gillum’s cock slid with ease up into Amanda’s cunt.  The man laid out on his desk scattering his appointment book and other desktop paraphernalia onto the floor—including a family photograph of his Wife and family—and Amanda wasn’t a part of.
	Amanda straddled her pastor and began pumping; sliding her sex up and down the man’s lengthy shaft.  Hank clutched the teen’s lily white ass and drove his manhood DEEP into the girl’s cunt.  The Unseen Participator found himself contemplating serious notions.
	As the two errant lovers fucked (and fucked madly) Dom could hold back no more.  Caressing the girl’s ass he parted her cheeks and began seriously fingering her hole.
	‘just relax, bitch—this wont take long.’
	Amanda herself reached back and parted a cheek.  The Unseen Participator  took the cue and pushed himself up into position.  It wasn’t easy due to the position of the two lovers on the desk but luckily there was a lengthy prong and so long as a portion of his schlong got a snug loving fit and he was be happy.
	The head of his cock and a couple of inches made anal entry and that was good.  The Unseen Participator fucked the hole and delighted in doing so.  He could feel the presence of the Pastor’s cock and that was a weird to odd feeling to be sure.  As the man underneath began to cum, the Unseen Participator began to inch himself more and more into Amanda’s ass.  Amanda was too bewildered to know what was going on and the Pastor was as well.

	Great gobs of cum oozed out of Amanda’s funk factory.  The Unseen Participant stumbled back and nearly fell.  He managed not to do so and collapsed instead into a chair.  Hank had cum off, too; streams of his juices mixed with Amanda’s trickled down his cock, coating his balls, and pooling onto the desktop.

	For a long moment the two lovers on the desk remained still.  Hank’s cock finally plopped out of Amanda’s cunt and dripped even more cum.  Amanda slowly inched herself off of the sweaty soiled man, fingered her gash then ogled his steaming organ.
	Dom watched in awe as she went down on him once more—gobbling his cock and balls, sucking them clean of their spent juices.  Hank Gillum could only lay in repose and endure.

*

Enter the dragon
	He was naked and invisible.  He didn’t know who the hell he was or even WHERE he was—but he was assuredly naked and invisible.  His pants were at the bank and it was inundated with police and media, he wasn’t going to chance it going back there.  After washing his balls again in the church bathroom he decided he needed a stroll.  Maybe a walk would help jog his memory.  He was most confounded about why he was invisible…
	There was a discovery about the odd adornment to his wrist, it hummed.  No, not actually a hum—it was more of a high pitch whine.  Something like that.  It was determined that the cause of his memory foul up and being unseen by others was centralized from the watch.  It was further determined that he needed to find someone who could fix it.  In that he knew he had to be careful.  
	Along his way he came across a school.  For awhile he stared watching the students running amok as they were on recess.  The school was home to 4rth thru 8th grade with the 7th and 8th graders having a bit of land to themselves.
	He was drawn into be among the kids; the girls especially excited him as some of the younger ones wore short skirts and playfully naively flipped and jumped into the air exposing themselves.  Older girls in the area, too, wore short skirts, short tight skirts, tight jeans, and were not so naïve about it, either.  
	On his way to the bathrooms, girls’ bathroom, he spotted a small circle of young peoples yelling and making a scene.  It was worth investigating and so he did.
	By a large old oak the gaggle of mixed aged students had assembled to encircle two boys, one a year older and much bigger than the other.  The “other” was doing his best to put up a good defense—but inasmuch as he sucked at putting up a good fight, he lacked the ability to do as well in defending himself, too.
	The older boy was the obvious bully—blond hair unkempt, a dirty tee-shirt, bulky body, an entrenched sneer on his face, and general appearance making him a “bully.”
	The younger fellow was a year young, shorter, slim build, and not a fighter.  A girl was noticed in the crowd—cheering for the boy.  The girlfriend.  Had it not been for the girl the boy would have made his escape but he had to make a show of it—for chivalry’s sake.
	‘duck, stupid!’
	The boy ducked—but too late and received a jab to his sweet tender thirteen year old face.  The bully, however, being way taller, lost his balance during his haphazard upper cut and toppled over.
	‘KICK HIM!’
	Bully boy scrambled to recover as he did not want to make a fool of himself, but he had injured his hand and a little of his pride.  The boy he was wailing on was short, even for his age group.  
	The short boy, Kevin, stood on rubbery legs, shaking off the flurry of webs in his head.  He had a bloody nose, a fat lip, ringing in his ears, and dire determination to get the ever loving crud beat out of him.  But he stood his ground, fist clenched, neck muscles tight, eyes focused albeit bleary-eyed onto his foe.  Behind continued to cheer his girlfriend…
	The Bully stood, snorting, ripped pants, growling like a lion.
	“Gonna rip you a new one, Arf-face!”
	‘not if I have anything to do about it.’
	The Bully roared and charged; Kevin closed his eyes, drew in his arms bowing his head anticipating the onslaught.  The hot breath of the massive beast bore down on him; dust flew, and there was incredible snarling roaring in his ears.
	Then, in a suddenness no one had seen, especially the Bully and Kevin Arnold, a flurry of blows came reigning onto the Bully—from Kevin!  The flurry was so fast it was in disbelief to all those watching that it was actually Kevin Arnold doing the punching with the Bully having no ability to respond.
	Suddenly someone rang out alarm, “TEACHERS!” and the crowd scattered.
	Kevin was swept along with the dispersing gaggle—he felt like he was flying as his feet weren’t even touching the ground!  They made for a bathroom WAY across the open recess area, across the blacktop that served as the basketball court.  The bathrooms for both sexes was attached to the gym.
	Inside Kevin was “directed” to peer at himself in the grimey mirror then begin to wipe the blood from his face and wash up in the basin.
	‘good going, kid.’
	“What!?” Kevin blurted and turned around.
	The suddenness of the “turn around” made Dom dizzy.
	‘stop that!’ bitched Dom.
	“Who said that!?” said a startled unwary Kevin.
	‘I did, stupid.’
	Kevin saw no one else in the bathroom but himself.  He was confused.
	So was the Voice.
	The Voice aka Unseen Participant/Participator aka Dom Demetrius  felt even more funnier than he did before—a strange kind of funny not a HA-HA kind of funny.  He was a little dizzy and felt—he didn’t know how to explain how he felt.  Odd.  More than ODD but it was close.  Closing his eyes didn’t help, there was an inky blankness that swallowed him and made him feel hot to the point of being ill.
	When Kevin peered into the mirror again, he shook his head violently—for good cause.  He saw another face!  Again he whirled around,
	“What the fuck!?”
	‘DUDE!  I told you, stop doing that!’ and violently he slung Kevin to the wall.  Kevin felt like he had been picked up and hurled, crashing into the wastepaper basket and then clumping to the floor.
	Dom didn’t feel well, he had waves of sickening dizziness swelling over him and a ringing in his ears.  Snorting he tried to regain control of himself but that was slow in coming.  From where he lay he saw a dirty floor, walls, shitters, and etc. from where he lay crumbled in a heap on the floor.
	‘alright,’ said Dom, ‘let’s try this again.’
	They went to the mirror, Kevin was warned not to whirl around and ask “what the fuck?”  he stared instead—seeing his face and another’s.  But the “other” face was ghost-like.
	‘son-of-a-bitch!’ seethed Dom.
	“What’s going on?” Kevin asked.
	‘damned if I know.’ Dom answered truthfully.
	“W-who are you?”
	‘damned if I know that, too.’
	Stretching his hands out, walking, turning his head, checking his facial wounds, Kevin/Dom, Dom/Kevin were one.  How was unknown, but it was.  
	“Kevin, are you alright in there?” a voice spoke from the door.
	“Yeah, yeah, just a minute.” Kevin answered.  He had charm, natural charm; a slight accent placing him from Connecticut area but transplanted to the Plains area, Mid-West division.  He was several inches shorter than any of his classmates, and sheepish.  (not to mention he wasn’t even much of a scrapper.)	
	“I’m coming in.”	
	Kevin whirled, “NO!” he shouted.
	The whirl, of course, once more sent his “host invader” into a tizzy.
	‘I told you not to DO that!’
	The two fell to the floor, twitching.
	Kevin’s so-so non-committal girlfriend, Winnie Cooper was at his side in a flash.  She cooed to him and helped him to his feet.  She wore a brown skirt, a SHORT tight brown skirt that allow a brief glimpse of white panties, a crotch shot.
	After standing, Dom was angered, but was quickly soothed by the lovely Winnie.  She was remarkable.  Very-very pretty, in a plain jane sort of way—sad puppy face, but with a dazzling smile.  Long raven black hair, soft coal dark eyes, luscious lips.
	With a wet paper towel she dabbed Kevin’s wounds; Dom could feel the wetness of the towel, he could SMELL the fragrance of whatever perfume she was wearing.  He didn’t know what exactly was going on, but he was apparently a part of Kevin Arnold.
	Ooooooh-kay….

*

	Kevin Arnold was talk of the schoolyard, even the elementary side knew of his pounding of the Bully.  And other than Winnie Cooper admiring him there were other girls.  Kevin could have his pick of bitches to score with, from 4rth graders to 8th graders.
	But Kevin wanted Winnie, first.
	‘damn, she’s nice.’
	“Yeah, I know.”
	“Know what?” Winnie asked.
	“Huh?”
	“You said, “yeah, I know.”  Know what?”
	“Oh, I was—uh, uh—I was--”
	‘claim stupidity, it works for you.’
	“Shut up!”
	“What!?”
	“Oh crap!”
	‘chill, girl.’
	“Huh?”
	Kevin stared at Winnie, whose real name was “Danica” but somehow she had a nickname of Winnie, a grandmother gave it to her or she was nicknamed after a grandmother—something like that.  
	Winnie stared at Kevin.
	Dom closed his eyes and tried to think clearly.
	How was he doing so far?
	‘uh, say, listen kid, uh, I don’t know what’s going on--’
	“Me either.”
	Winnie raised her right eyebrow giving him a serious.  “I think you must of gotten clobbered.”
	‘listen kid, just don’t respond to anything I say--’
	“Ok.”
	Dom shook his head—if that was possible.
	‘kid, listen,’
	“My name’s Kevin.” Kevin said allowed.
	“Are you ok?” Winnie butted in without knowing she was butting in.
	‘kid, uh, Kevin, listen—don’t say stuff out loud, I can hear your thoughts.  As to WHO I am, fuck if I know, I don’t remember.  But I’m in you—how I don’t know.  I don’t know why, either.’
	It was difficult to explain something to someone when he himself didn’t understand what it was he wanted to explain.  ‘so we’re stuck with each other until--’
	‘Until what?’
	‘I dunt know, kid, I really don’t know.’
	‘Ok, so what’ll we do in the meantime?’
	‘sorry, don’t know that, either.  Just have to deal with it until something else happens or something, I guess.’
	In the meantime, Danica “Winnie” Cooper gently applied wet paper towels to face.  She had leaned in so close that Dom/Kevin could see right up her nose—Dom averted his attention—they’re combined attention to Winnie’s blouse.  Winnie wore a three button top that allowed ample viewing down her chest.  A pair of nice titties was there, contained in a soft pink bra.
	Kevin moaned.
	‘damn nice, huh?’
	“Yeah, uh,” -- ‘yeah, damn nice.’
	‘she your girl?’
	‘Kinda.’
	‘you getting’ some from her?’
	‘Huh?’
	‘oh brother,’ Dom shook his head again, ‘uh, are you tagging her?’
	A blank echo ebbed in the night.
	‘are you two fucking?’
	“Oh,” – ‘oh, uh, no, she’s not that way.’
	‘bullshit, they all “that way.”  Some just need to be encouraged more, or stronger.’
	With that, Dom stared at Winnie, something swirled in his noggin.
	‘be calm.’ – ‘be still.’  --  ‘obey.’
	‘you’ve ever seen her in her panties?’
	Kevin blushed, from the inside out and the outside in.
	‘I take that as a no.’
	‘Swim suit a couple of times.’ The boy answered with a sheepish shrug.  Images swirled in his mind, Dom saw them—the boy had a serious desire burning for Winnie—he wanted her.  He wanted to fuck her brains out but he was a little naïve on the actual concept.  He was a virgin.  He jerked his gherkin, humped his bed, and had some strange desires about butt plugging his best friend, but was normal.
	There were many girls in his class, and in the other classes (and grades) that he wanted to sink his bone in, too.  But he was very sheepish about approach; he had tact but at thirteen his tact was lame.  His knowledge of what a girl actually looked like naked was nil; he had some idea but had never seen a live nude girl up close and personal.
	Dom sought to change that.
	‘oh right, bare with me, kid.’
	Dom stared and stared at Winnie, he didn’t know how or why but he had a feeling that he had a nifty ability. 
	‘pull your dress up.’
	Winnie suddenly blinked her eyes, cocked her head and made a curious facial expression conveying “Huh?” without saying so.
	Dom repeated his command and had to do so twice more before suddenly—before Kevin Arnold’s bewildered but pleased eyes, Danica Winnie Cooper pulled up her skirt.
	“Wow!” Kevin expressed.  He liked what he saw, Winnie stood in a nice pair of cotton yellow panties—there was a neat “bulge” that was the girl’s muffin and Kevin was entranced.
	‘not bad, eh?’
	Kevin couldn’t respond.  He licked his lips and ogled.
	‘take ‘em down.’ 
	“What,” – ‘what?  ME?’ squeaked Kevin.
	‘yeah, you, slid ‘em down to her ankles, let’s have a looky at her goody.’
	Nervously Kevin complied.  His mind was in uproar, Dom was calm—but horny.  But he got a look at the girl’s “goody” and was pleased.  She was not a virgin, but not a slut, neither.  She had a nice trim to her trim, a bikini shave to her snatch box and Dom was greatly curious as to who had been dicking her.  He’d find out later.
	Laying the girl out on the dirty cement floor was a bit of a trick—Dom found that he had the ability to further help—he wasn’t sure how it worked or even why, but it did and that was good.  Dom found that he could add his strength to the boy’s weakness.  
	With the girl down on the floor, her panties were slipped off her ankles and her legs open.  Kevin had hesitations,
	‘This aint right.’ he complained.
	‘tough.’
	‘No, please, I-I cant, she-she’s my friend.’
	Dom sighed, ‘you gotta be shittin’ me.’
	
	Kevin wasn’t shitting him, the desire to bone her was there but …
	‘lay on her.’ 
	Kevin hesitated but a forceful force compelled him forcefully to lay on his “girl”—and hump.  Just like he did to his bed he humped the stricken Winnie Cooper.
	‘She wont know?’ he quibbled?
	‘naw, she wont know.’ It was a guess.
	After Kevin got “going” with the humping of his girl, he no longer cared if she knew or not.  His body shuddered and it felt damn good.  Winnie was nude, Kevin was partially nude; his cock grinded against her fuckable pussy and it was the best he had ever done!  (it beat the hell out of humping his bed for damn sure!)
	‘it’ll feel even better if you put it IN!’
	‘She’ll know!’ complained Kevin.
	‘naw, she wont know, trust me.’ Famous last words…
	Kevin humped, grinded, and finally did manage to slip his cock into the wondrous Winnie.  It DID feel good.  Damn good.	

	Dom felt the wondrous feeling, too.  He didn’t understand how and didn’t care—he was and that was all that mattered.  Slowly he managed to take over his young host, guiding him into the proper manner that was sex.  Kevin was never the wiser and made love to his girl, sinking all of his young pud into her and screwing her brains out.
	He wasn’t a quick cummer, it took a while.  When he reached the pivotal moment of blast off he suddenly would take a dive and allow his lust to ebb.  He suckles on Winnie’s bared breasts and humped slow and proper.  Dom didn’t mind, it felt good.  Kevin did a fair job of fucking.  
	The boy did wish Winnie was a little more “into it”, more alive about it.  She made some faces and moaned a little, but other than that she was a “zombie.”
	Finally, though, the pivotal moment of supreme joy came and there was no stopping the train.  Kevin began to speed up, driving his prick more and more, faster and faster.  Winnie became a little more “aware” but was still “unaware.”
	Kevin fucked, pumped, humped, and at long last unleashed a gush of liquid love.  The boy sailed high into the realm of ecstasy then plummeted over the sexual threshold.  Dom felt as worthless, too, and for a moment, Winnie Cooper was fully aware of herself.
	Luckily, though, her confusion confounded her and prevented her from freaking out.  Dom could only manage to hold her mind in limbo while his young host recovered from a tumultuous orgasm.
	‘wake up, stupid!’
	Kevin was slow to react, he was dazed and awed—screwing a girl’s quim was WAY better than humping his bed or his hand.  Way better.
	‘Son-of-a-bitch!’ he breathed hard.
	‘and it gets better each time you do it.’
	‘It does?’
	‘damn straight, plus there’s two more holes to fill, too.’
	Kevin looked around as if he were looking to look at the person he was conversing with.
	‘mouth and asshole.’ Dom provided.
	Inasmuch as Kevin couldn’t imagine what fucking a girl’s cunt would be like, he had no idea what getting off in her mouth or asshole would be like, either.  But he was willing to find out.

*

	So it was concluded that Dom had invaded Kevin.  How or why was not known.  Not known, either, was who Dom was—his name or anything about him.  When Kevin raised his hand, Dom could see his watch, HIS watch—the busted one.  But he couldn’t feel it or anything.  After a time, though, Dom COULD feel things—but he sort of had to concentrate when Kevin sat down, touched a doorknob, farted, peed, fondled his balls, held Winnie Cooper’s hand…
	By day two Dom was smelling various things to be smelled—perfume, farts, porkchops.  At Kevin’s house there was his Mom who wasn’t a bad dish, his older high school sister and brother.  The brother was an ass and a jerk and a bully.  His sister was off to college, she had a nice set of tits, a great ass, and was pretty.
	His brother, Wayne, was an ass.  ASShole, jerk, bugger breath, buttwad, and all around bully.  Mostly ‘cause he was older than Kevin by two years, was bigger built, and saw his younger sibling as an easy target.
	Then there was the Mom.  Norma.  Tall, blond, torpedo tits.  She wore slacks of lime green and was the epitome of a 1960s Mom; the hair doo, the clothing style, the mind set of freedom of independence and the good sense to know how to be an obedient/loving wife & mother.
	‘got any thoughts about her?’
	‘HEY!’ Kevin shouted inside his mind, ‘that’s my MOM!’
	‘yeah, and?’
	Kevin was speechless, he had never seen or thought of his Mom in a sexual manner.  Dom was going to take care of that for him.
	‘what about her?’ Dom asked indicating Karen, the 18yr old sister.
	Kevin was once more speechless.  With her, Karen, he DID have sexual thoughts—she above Winnie and other girls he knew at his school took precedence during his humping—Karen Marie Arnold was the cause of eruption for Kevin soiling his bed…
	
	Just shortly before the family dinner and Karen was in the bathroom.  Girls were always “in the bathroom” doing other things than “going” to the bathroom.  Kevin spent as little time as necessary in a bathroom—he was just there to do business with the toilet, and take care of personal hygiene.  He shared the bathroom with his brother and sister.  The bully brother was late getting home, hanging with his “peeps”.   If he failed to show up for dinner then he would get docked some allowance, a privilege or two, and an added extra chore.  

	However, being the older brother, Kevin would get pummeled if he didn’t cover for him—forking over cash from the docked allowance and picking up whatever chore got handed down to Wayne.
	It sucked but it was life.  He shared a bedroom with the bully brother, too.  He washed his hands and checked for the latest blemish on his boyish face.	For a Dom, his “host invader” was silent.  Sister Karen came into the bathroom, she was nice to him—very nice, and tousled his extra curly dark hair.
	‘so, anything with her?’
	‘W-whattya mean?’
	‘you know what I mean.  You bag her yet?’
	‘You mean sex?’
	‘naw, stupid, I mean have ya put across the grocery stand and checked her out!  Yeah I mean sex, have you fucked her!?’
	‘NO!’ Kevin bitched loudly (inside his mind), ‘She’s my sister, you dope!’
	‘ok,’ Dom said calmly, ‘do you want to?’
	That was different.
	Kevin was mum and soon Dom was aware that the boy had wood.  He pressed his young almost frail body against the sink counter, clenching his ass and staring near blankly into the mirror—his eyes focused on his sister’s chest—specifically her bouncing titties.
	Suddenly the girl was backing up.  Suddenly she was undoing her powder blue slacks and sliding them down.  Kevin’s eyes bulged, still staring at the mirror.
	‘turn around, stupid!’
	Kevin turned around, held his breath, licked his lips, and soiled his underwear—Karen Marie stood naked before him.  near naked.  Her pants were down at her knees along with her panties.  Inside her panties were rose petals.  Rose petals!  The girl had a shaven trim.  The evidence was clear, too, she wasn’t a virgin.
	There had been no real sexual contact between them, but when Kevin was younger he and Karen had been “frisky” and somewhat naughty; she exposed her breasts to him and let him play with them—she had been a mere twelve years at the time, Kevin a mere seven.  From fondling the breasts to suckling them.  In turn, Karen Marie fondled Kevin’s pud.
	Dom peered deeply into the boy’s mind but couldn’t find anything else regarding the incident.  In Karen Marie’s mind, however, there WAS more.  Karen Marie had SUCKED on Kevin’s penis, and she had gotten him to titty fuck her, fuck her face, and hump her between her legs.  
	She had full sex with brother Wayne.  A few times when they were in the house alone.  Wayne had begun to cum when he was narry but ten years young.  Karen drank his pud dry, she loved cum.  She also had sex with one of his friends, at that current age and then a little older.
	As she grew older she sought love from older boys, high school.  When in high school, she sought the love of college boys.  But not all the time—she wasn’t a slut.
	Did she have room for Kevin?
	She did, but there never seemed to be the right time—she was busy with her friends and social life and Kevin was busy with his friends (he had no social life.)
	So if the timing was right, would she spread?
	Yes!
	The timing was to be—not at that time.  Karen Marie was put back to normalcy and the two siblings left the bathroom—one walked a little funnier, though.  All thru dinner Kevin gouged the heel of his hand to his bulge.  He thought only of fucking his sister’s brains out, 
	‘in time, dude, in time.’ Dom cooed to him.
	And it was strange, as Kevin consumed the meatloaf dinner, he himself could taste it!  After dinner there was homework with the bully brother bullying Kevin—aggravating him and making him to his homework.  Kevin was fair in doing his own homework, high school homework was a bit much.  Wayne didn’t care and began banging a basketball to the back of Kevin’s head.
	‘enough of this shit!’ Dom said, ‘asshole giving me a headache!’
	Before Wayne could reacted, Kevin plowed into him; a knee to the kidneys and then a hard grip to his balls.  ‘do your own fucking homework or I’ll rip ‘em off!’
	Wayne slumped to the floor and was very bewildered.  When he got mad and charged his brother, Kevin ducked, feigned right, and tripped his brother.  The older bro went sailing into the desk and collapsed onto the floor.
	Naturally the family came to see what the hell was going on.
	And naturally it was Kevin who was to blame—he always caught shit from his Dad as Wayne always managed to pass the blame to his little bro.  He was a suck up and kissed his Dad’s ass—but didn’t get very far with his Mom, though; she knew better and often defended Kevin.
	“What the hell’s going on here!” yelled the Dad.

	The boys quickly began bickering and accusing the other of this and that—infuriating their Old Man.  They were too old to spank—or were they?
	“Turn around!” he continued to yell, “drop ‘em.”
	Both Kevin and Wayne were shocked, Kevin was thirteen, Wayne was fifteen, it had been YEARS since they had last been swatted.  Wayne for sure knew that he was beyond being belted.  He shook his head but his Dad gave him a daring look.  Slowly the two Arnold boys turned around…
	The Mom and sister sibling left.
	Kevin fumbled with his pants—was he really going to get a spanking?
	Wayne made no attempts and “dropping” his pants—that just simply wasn’t going to happen.
	Kevin bent over, sliding his pants down to his ankles.  His mind was near blank; he clenched his ass, grinded his teeth and waited.  The anticipation was a mother.
	“Get ‘em down I said!”
	Wayne in a fury pushed his pants down.  Turning his head to his brother he glared—conveying, ‘you’re going to get it now!’ meaning that when the time was appropriate, Wayne was going to wail on Kevin until he was unrecognizable.
	The Dad came up to Kevin, caressed his son’s ass and then pushed down his underwear!
	‘HOLY SHIT!’ Kevin blurted loudly inside his mind.  He couldn’t remember the last time he had gotten a bare ass swatting.
	More ass rubbing there was, Kevin was bent down more with his tender teenage ass tightening up all the more.  Then swiftly there came the swat.  No belt, bare hand.  The bare hand stung just as much as the belt did, though—Daddy Arnold was tall, built, rugged, and powerful.  He worked construction and had muscles on his muscles.
	One swat covered the boy’s ass, followed by another, then two more.
	Wayne flinched each time the swats were landed onto his brother’s ass; he was in great disbelief that it was happening.  It was insane and he couldn’t believe that he himself was going to receive such.  He shook his head and started to stand up.
	“No you don’t!” bellowed the Dad, “I’ve told you two bastards to get along and stop the fighting, didn’t I?” he was pissed.
	Wayne struggled with his emotions—this simply wasn’t right.
	Kevin struggled to keep his emotions checked, too.

	Wayne jolted as his bare fifteen year old ass was smacked.  The intensity was intense and the boy felt like coming out of his skin.  Kevin had received four swats, Wayne got twice as many—‘cause he was the oldest.
	“Next time will be belt!” growled the Dad.  He left his boys, slamming their bedroom door shut.
	“Son-of-bitch!” bitched Kevin.  His ass stung, but not as much as Wayne’s.  Wayne rolled on his bed caressing his burning bum.
	‘lay on your bed.’
	“Huh?”
	‘lay on your bed, stupid.’
	Somewhat dazed Kevin complied, laying on his stomach still trying to console his tush.  Then he was aware of his brother walking over, pants and underwear still at his ankles.
	“W-what—crap” ‘what’s going on?’	
	‘you’ll see.’
	Kevin felt a pressure on him, holding him down.  He struggled some, careened his neck around to see his brother leaning down—and licking!
	Licking his ass!
	Kevin freaked.  ‘WHAT THE FUCK!?’
	‘just relax, it gets better.’
	Wayne licked all of Kevin’s burning cheeks, then parted the cheeks and lapped up and down the crack, spending specific time in diddling the sibling’s funk hole.
	‘feel better?’
	‘FUCK NO!’
	There was a giggle inside his head.  ‘turn over, then.’
	Kevin tried to resist but felt like someone was indeed turning him over.  His stomach tightened as his older sib “went down” on him.  Wayne took Kevin’s pud and devoured it—all in one gulp.  His head began to bob up and down and it would be a real bad time for the Daddy, or anyone, to come barging in.
	But luckily no one did.
	Wayne sucked and sucked, fondled his brother’s balls and worked his young sib into a serious erection.
	‘you’ve ever wanted your brother to suck you?’
	‘No way, man!’
	‘really?  He’s been an ass, having him suck you is payback.’
	Kevin had to think about.  ‘It’s gross, dude.’
	‘naw, see how it feels?’
	Kevin had to admit, it DID feel kinda good.  He had always enjoyed jerking off, but did so in private—in the bathroom and shower.  The position of his bed to relation of his brother’s allowed him the privacy of humping his bed—and so far so good ‘cause if his brother knew of his bed humping habits there would be no end to the poundings from his brother’s fists.  Along with the tauntings and other shit the bully bastard would dish out.
	Eventually, Kevin got into it—being sucked.  Wayne seemed oblivious and happily sucked and sucked and sucked.  Eventually he got a mouthful of jizum for his efforts.  There was a natural kick back of the gooey white substance, he barfed the spunk onto Kevin’s balls.  
	The boys slept nude the rest of the night—in their own beds.  Around midnight or so and Kevin was called to the bathroom.  He stood nakedly pissing into the toilet, rubbing ass that still burned a little.
	“Hi.” said a meek voice.  Karen.
	Kevin gulped and turned to face her.
	The girl was pretty, not drop-dead gorgeous pretty, but she had charm and pleasing to the cock looks just the same.  Long straight brown hair, dazzling brown eyes, and a sweet-sweet smile.  Her baby blue nightgown concealed nothing—revealing only the fact that she wore no underwear.
	“How’s your ass?” she asked.
	Kevin clenched up and stood somewhat petrified.
	Karen eased into the bathroom, looking down to her undertall sibling.  Again she tousled his hair; her smile enlightened him and caused him to get a stiffy.  Karen knelt down and took his “stiffy”, squeezing the young member, working his cum soaked dried balls—then amazing went down on him!
	‘ah, is that better?’
	Kevin was at a loss and couldn’t speak—aloud or inside his head.
	‘I’ll take that as a yes.’ followed by another inside the head giggle.

	The next thing he knew, Kevin was laying on his sister’s nude body.  The girl had dropped her nightgown and stood stark naked before him; Kevin’s mind went blank at that point.  Then she was laying out on the bathroom floor—Kevin drawn to lay on her and expertly the girl glided his dick into her sex.
	They began to fuck.  The pains to Kevin’s ass quickly subsided, replaced by pure unadulterated joy.  The sensation of actually fucking was tremendous.

	‘and it’ll be even better when you score with your girl (Winnie.)’
	‘Yeah?’
	‘yeah.’
	‘Cool.’

*

Scoring
	Cum the new morn and Kevin awoke with a raging stiffy.  He was a little confused—no, a LOT confused.  But he was also horny.  The image of his nude sister filled his mind—the image of his nude brother stood before him.  Wayne said nothing, did nothing, but stood with an equally hard bone preceding him.
	‘everyday, if you like, this cocksucker you call a brother can and will suck you dick—off.’
	‘Yeah?’
	‘yeah.’
	‘Cool.’
	Kevin was a little unsure about it,
	‘Does this mean I’m gay?’
	‘no, just means you want to feel good and in your brother’s mouth (or ass) you will.’
	Kevin licked his lips and stood—waiting.
	Wayne came up to his bro, dropped to his knees and took his sibling schlong to rub it all over his face (face fucking).  He stroked it not so lovingly—he wasn’t schooled in the technique of such a thing.  He squeezed the member, stroked it up and down and slowly engulfed the mushroom head into his mouth.
	The sensation was near overpowering for the young Kevin.
	‘when we get your girl to suck you, you’re gonna flip!’
	Kevin smiled, farted, and began jabbing his dick into his brother’s mouth.

	The ejaculate smeared Wayne’s mouth, the flow from Kevin’s cock was enormous—mostly ‘cause he had his thoughts trained on his sister and girlfriend.  Then there, too, was Nellie Bain, Cassandra Ruiz, Lauren Buckhews, Cynthia Tylor, Trisha Clarhorn.  Girls from his class, girls from the 8th grade class, girls from the 6th, 5th, and 4rth grade.  There were some damn fine girls in the fourth grade.  So what if they were ten, they were cute—tight jeans, flowing dresses, and many of them had tits!
	His bone ached as it did its business in Wayne’s mouth.
	‘wanna try the backdoor?’
	‘Huh?’
	‘the backdoor, the back of the front, the ass.’
	‘FUCK NO!’ shouted (inside his mind) Kevin, ‘No fucking way!’
	Yes way.
	Wayne lay across his bed, knees on the floor, hands holding his cheeks open.
	‘Dude, that’s sick, I don’t want to.’
	‘but I do.’
	Kevin tried to resist, but there was significant pains to his balls the more he held back his head.  When he gave in the pains to his balls let up.  A knot formed in his stomach, he shook his head, ‘Dude, this is whacked.’
	Kevin closed his eyes as his face went into his brother’s ass.
	‘lick the hole.’
	Kevin tried to resist but his balls were squeezed tight…
	Wayne wriggled as his brother’s tongue flicked to his hole.  Other than sex with his girlfriend he had been at a party where a girl was drugged and gangbanged.  She had been two years younger than Wayne, he had been thirteen at the time.  When he was fourteen he had been at a party where an eleven year old girl was the center of attraction.  She was nude and giving “head jobs” to all the boys present at the party.
	Kevin’s tongue flicked to his brother’s corn chute; licking, lapping, smacking, kissing.  Strangely his dick was not as appalled as was Kevin himself.  After gooying up the sibling fart factory Kevin stood and began poking his bro, shoving his throbbing dong into his older sib’s shitter.
	Wayne grabbed up handfuls of bedding as his virgin tube was reamed.
	In his mind Kevin saw the blows his brother had dealt to him over the years, the tricks his brother had done to him, the times he had gotten into trouble for something Wayne had done.  There was the ridiculing, the teasing, the putting him down.  The was the forcing him to do his homework and chores AND taking his allowance.
	Kevin bit his lower lip and jammed his cock into his brother’s asshole, 
	“Take it all, bitch!”

	In the kitchen was breakfast, cereal and pancakes.  Daddy Arnold was there briefly, a quick kiss to the wife, a bare acknowledgement to his offspring and he was off.  Karen smiled to Kevin and sneered to bratty bully brother Wayne.  He didn’t pull any of that bully shit with her.  
	‘hmmmmm.’
	‘Hmmmmm, what?’
	The focus was on the Mother, Norma. 
	Kevin’s mind went into a blur; there was an unmistakable “odor” that lingered on his nose—and lips & tongue; embedded in his mind was curious images of him screwing his sister at long last on the bathroom floor!  And buggering his brother—that memory was burned into his mind, too.
	Now the attention was on his Mom.  That just wasn’t right.
	Karen had a late model 60s American convertible muscle car, it was destined to be Wayne’s ride as soon as she moved to college.  Karen and Wayne struck off to their high school with Kevin having to take the bus.  But before trekking out of the house to the corner bus stop…

	If he thought his mind was in a blur before he had more to cum.  His next memory to be entrenched into his mind forever was seeing his Mom completely naked sprawled out on the kitchen table.  For a Mom, though, she wasn’t bad.
	Slowly she had stripped off all of her clothes—all the while her youngest child stood equally naked watching her.  Once her panties were off and she was thusly nude, she positioned herself onto the table and opened her legs.  Kevin stood between her legs eyeing her womananly cunt.
	‘give it a lick.’
	Kevin gulped and couldn’t gather the concept of ‘give it a lick.’
	‘just like when you did your brother.’
	Kevin felt a little ill.
	‘licking a girl’s cunt is better!’
	Kevin couldn’t be sure about that but he leaned in and began a steady task of lashing his tongue to his Mom’s cunt.
	There was a slight hint of “pee” to contend with, then a mustiness and the whole fact of the matter that he was licking on his Mom’s twat!  When he tried to stop—he couldn’t.  Some force—some incredible unknown force put him into licking faster and faster, then crawling his nakedness up onto her, grinding his cock against her sex before slipping it in.
	A nice steady fuck commenced thereafter.
	And as far as “fucks” go, it wasn’t bad.  Although Norma was a woman and had obviously been tagged a few times—young Kevin/Dom found the fuck pleasing.  Very pleasing.

	Kevin thought of his sister mostly, and Winnie, and Nellie Bain, Cassandra Ruiz, Lauren Buckhews, Cynthia Tylor, Trisha Clarhorn; Ms. Claven, Ms. Horton, and Ms. Trixie Hews.  And then every other girl he saw at his school.  Those images in his mind put him into Super Fuck Mode and he super-dee-duper fucked her—squirting a nice load of boy jiz in mere minutes.
	The relief was sensational.  He shuddered all over and lay on her, sweating with his cock still in her still squirting and still reeling in the act that was sex.
	He heard words or some such in the back of his mind, something like echoes; “love him”; “rub (blank) ass.”  “suck (blank) dick every day.”  “let him fuck (blank) ass.)  “(blank) pussy every (blank.)” or something like that.
	When his exhaustion had sufficiently recovered he dismounted and went to the bathroom to quick shower; his Mom collected her clothes and did likewise.
	Kevin’s clothes were still on the kitchen floor.  After his shower he went there and was collecting them to put them on when his freshly showered and dressed Mom came in—coming right up to his bent over bare ass.
	For a moment he was frightened, whirled around clutching his clothes staring at her.  Norma’s eyes focused on his handsome face then drifted down to lock on his thirteen year old cock.
	‘suck it.’ Kevin heard in his mind.
	Kevin rolled his eyes, ‘Dude, you tellin’ my Mom to—to suck me?’
	‘you catch on quick.’
	‘Dude!  That’s whacked!’
	‘maybe so, but you like it.  Hell, it aint no different than having your sister suck you!’
	Kevin blinked his eyes, shook his head, and was more bewildered than ever.  The bewilderment stopped, though, when his Mom positioned herself before him and began tugging on his cock.
	It felt good.
	It felt damn good.
	He moaned and no long cared that it was Mom doing him.
	And do him she did; after tugging on his johnson a moment or two and time just ticking away, Norma devoured his pud and sucked him until he squirted.  She was so talented she was able to take in his barely hairy balls, too.  While she treated him she caressed his ass and brought him to a new level of orgasmic pleasure.

	Going to school was a bitch.  He’d much rather stay home and fuck.  When he got out of the car he had to hold his bookbag in front of him lest even the blind students saw his erection.  Then while making his way to his class that was almost over but he had to make an appearance anyways—he saw every girl nude.  (in his mind)  He desperately wanted to have them somewhere—naked.  It got harder and harder to walk and his need sexual increased ten-fold.
	Ms. Chesire gave him a chewing out for being so late to class; she was an OLD CROW, pudgy, ten years older than Moses, and reeked of something no one could pin down what it was.  
	‘chill!’ Dom bitched to her.  ‘give the kid a break.’
	Kevin lied and spilled that he had to stay home and help his Mom who was sick.  Ms. Chesire didn’t believe, but then she did.
	‘and give the kid an “A”, too, on all his test papers.’
	Nice touch.  Hey, if you’re gonna have narly mind powers…
	His next class was Math, which sucked rocks ‘cause Kevin Arnold sucked at it.  With Dom’s help, though, he did manage to pull himself together and produce a decent test paper.  Mr. McDowel taught the class—he was tall, was around when dirt was new, and took shit off of no one.
	Especially his students.
	He didn’t trust Kevin’s suddenly good grade and made the boy take another one.  Kevin aced it—with a little help from an inside invader.  Mr. McDowel was impressed—and excpected Mr. Arnold to continue to produce his good efforts.
	‘Great, look what you done now.’
	‘well, we can go back to having you fail, no sweat off of my balls!’
	Kevin didn’t reply but hurried to his next class.

	History.  American History.  Boring as hell.  Kevin barely paid attention but had good reason as sitting across from him was Karol Mitchell.  Karol Mitchell had twin braided auburn hair and wore a small girlie cowboy hat with pink accents.  Pink lipstick, rings, fingernails, and knee socks.  She wore a denim jacket with a simple white blouse topside with a denim skirt.  
	She had pink panties, too.
	This was made known as the girl’s skirt was not exactly “tucked” under her butt and revealed just a smidgen of her undies.  Kevin’s cock could virtually stab thru his desk.  

	When the class bell rang, Kevin found himself following Karol, they made their way along the throngs of students rushing here and there; turning down a hall, down some stairs; down some more stairs, and into a utility closet.
	Kevin stared at Karol.  Karol appeared to be mindless.
	‘take off your clothes.’ Kevin heard in his mind.
	Kevin began undoing his pants,
	‘not you, stupid—not yet.’
	‘Oh.’
	Kevin watched thru bemused eyes as Karol slipped off her denim jacket, then her blouse.  His cock soared, a knot formed in his stomach, and his balls surged.
	‘not bad, eh?’
	In his mind was the image of his sister laying out on the bathroom floor, naked.  He saw, yea, felt himself screwing her.  She had sucked his dick, his balls, and everything.  He had fucked his brother’s asshole, filled it with a healthy load of jiz—this after licking the hole!
	It was mind boggling to be sure.
	
	Karol Mitchell had a nice bod—very nice; specially naked.  Slowly one piece of clothing at a time had been removed; when she slid her pink panties to her ankles and stood up, Kevin felt his cock cumming off.
	She was fine, damn fine.  ‘specially nude.
	Laying the girl out on a desk Kevin drank the girl in; taking in every nuance of her fine nude body—which was fine.  There were so many places to ogle and pause—he started at her face and stared for a moment or two, then dropped his gaze to her lovely young teen titties.  Those were nice, very nice.  Kevin got the coercion to ‘feel them’; to squeeze them and tweak the nipples between his fingers.
	Thereafter he was taking his attention to the center of attraction, her bare naked virtually hairless pussy.  Holding her legs out some Kevin ogled strongly Karol’s cunt.
	‘she aint a virgin.’
	‘How can you tell?’
	Dom scoffed, ‘there’s a way.’
	Kevin didn’t know but stared at the girl’s pussy—to describe he couldn’t really—it was a pussy!  It was so much unlike his sister’s pussy, or Winnie’s.  It didn’t have as much “hair” on it as Karen’s cunt did, but was in proper proportion for what Winnie had.
	‘go ahead, give it a lick.’
	Kevin’s mind flew into a flurry—again.  He had licked his sister’s cunt, his brother’s asshole, Winnie’s cunt, and his own Mom’s cunt.  All those images confounded him—as well as enthralled him.  He went to his task of licking.
	Like licking out his sister’s cooze, Winnie, and his own Mom, there was a slight hint of pee.  He licked, though, licked and licked and licked.  Karol thrashed some but was controllable.  Kevin began flipping out as the moment was intensifying to almost ludicrous levels.  On his own he began nipping Karol’s cunt lips, driving his tongue into the recess of the cunt and finally was unable to hold off the lust and crawled up onto the girl’s body, sliding his cock into her cunt and fucking without any encouragement whatsoever from his invading host.

	Kevin wasn’t himself.  Although he had concerns about the invader in his body, he was getting some incredible sex.  Licking his brother’s asshole, though, was a bit much.  And he wasn’t too sure he liked getting sucked off by his brother—but he DID enjoy it.  Balling his Mom, that was another biggie of concern.  Although, he DID cum and he DID think that he wanted to do it again.
	Using Karol’s own pink undies Kevin wiped his dick clean then wiped Karol’s cunt.
	‘that was great, kid,’ the voice inside his head said, ‘turn her over.’
	Kevin barely had the strength but turned the still stunned Karol Mitchell over.  On his own he caressed her ass, squeezed the cheeks and even parted them to gawk at her asshole.  
	‘yeah, that’s the ticket—give it a lick.’
	‘Aw, man, that’s sick!’
	But the Voice in his head was strong (and insistent.)  Kevin resisted only a little—there was some curiosity about the horrid deed; would it be the same as licking his brother’s crapper? 
	Kinda sorta.  It smelled but was clean.  It was just the thought of that was where turds came from.  Kevin licked and licked and suddenly found himself “aroused.”  It was gross to be sure but slowly he was into it, driving his tongue into the girl’s hole and then soon driving his dick into it.

*

I know what you did and how you did it
	The screwing of Karol Mitchell was a done deal.  And it was done well.  And Kevin liked it.  Licking her pussy and asshole was okay, but sliding his cock into her pussy and asshole was even better.  Kevin had been utterly exhausted by his work, his cock well worn out.  There was an incredible tingling to his cock he had never before experienced—the Voice inside his head assured him that it was ok and normal.
	Kevin was still bemused over what he had done—or had help in doing.  It was mind boggling and even went beyond that—it was beyond the scope of his ability to comprehend.  He decided to deal with it by not dealing with it.  He reeled in the fact that he had screwed Karol, his sister, mother, and brother, but pushed them aside and continued on his way.
	Along “on his way” was Ms. Rhonda Choksondik.  
	Ms. Rhonda C was—tall.  Long reddish brown hair and a product of the wild groovy early 70s.  She was hip and cool and very popular with the students.  Kevin liked her—a lot.
	Wearing a thin Summery dress with a deep “V” cut Ms. C was HOT!
	‘DAMN!’ spoke up the Voice.
	‘Told you she was hot.’
	Ms. C taught a variety of course subjects, mostly English and English Literature.   She was very nice and on Kevin’s “A List.”  His cock yearned for her and with his Invading Host’s help he would not be denied.  Together they “marked” her off the List that afternoon.
	Ms. C was in her late 20s, early 30s; wearing a short not-too-tight skirt she was lovely for sure.  It was a quickie, though, laying her out in the back of her classroom the hour just before lunch break.  No complete nudity, no time and the “place” was not secure enough although the one door had been locked and a piece of paper taped up into the privacy window with the words “TESTING IN PROGRESS  DO NOT DISTURB” facing out.
	Kevin worked Rhonda’s panties down, and then off.  He was greeted with a bald pussy.  Bald!  And a dainty horseshoe tattoo on her pussy!  
	‘give her a licking.’
	Kevin was okay with that, his pants and underwear at his ankles he held open Rhonda’s legs open and went to working on munching twat.  Rhonda made some pleasing moans—she was definitely NOT a virgin; Kevin didn’t care—nor did his Invading Host/the Voice in his head.

	After some minutes of cunt munching Kevin slid up the woman’s body, her blouse was open revealing a twin set of 36C titties.  For a moment he marveled at them, kneaded them and then began sucking on them.  Ms. C once more twisted her body about, moaned and carried on so.  Kevin feverently noshed titty, slipped his dick into her cunny and began a steady bout of fucking.

	The next incidence was a little weird—but what else was new?
	After thoroughly screwing his fill with Ms. Choksondik Kevin left her with a cunt full of his cum; her panties had been pulled back up into place, she had been redressed and returned to the last place she would remember being before becoming overwhelmed.  Kevin still had “desires” for her, he made a “star” on his List—an indication that he wanted to do her again.
	‘We gotta find Winnie.’ Kevin told his Invader.
	‘I’m cool with that.’
	Along their way, though…

	Lance Simpton.
	Lance was the Bully boy met earlier.  The boy hadn’t learned much, he came for Kevin with Death in his eyes—and hands.
	“Yer dead meat, Arf-face!” he bellowed.
	Kevin smiled, “Don’t think so, Simpleton!”
	Lance charged, Kevin feigned right, ducked left, made a turn and smacked the wall with his back.  Lance sailed by Kevin and slid onto the floor.
	“Smooth move.” giggled Kevin.
	This only enthralled the Bully and he roared, jumped up and charged all the harder.  Kevin feigned left, ducked, and got clobbered.  A mighty bear hug from Lance there was virtually snuffing young Kevin’s frail body.
	‘HEY!’
	‘knee his nuts, dumbass.’
	Kevin brought his knee up to Lance’s nuggets.
	Lance let go with tears in his eyes.
	‘upper cut, fold your hands together in a fist and bring them up.’
	Kevin complied, bringing his hands together tightly and quickly bringing them up to smack Lance just under the chin.  Lance went sprawling, cussing, and colliding with a trash can.
	‘ok, dirt bag, your ass is mine.’ Literally.

	In the janitor’s closet 3rd floor Lance Simpton stood nude.  Kevin was a little grossed out by what his Invader wanted but was basically powerless; 
	‘grab his dick.’
	‘Aw man!’ Kevin whined.
	‘just do it!’ demanded the Voice.
	Kevin reluctantly complied.
	‘now pull on it, tug it, jack it off.’
	Kevin definitely wasn’t into the deed—pulling his own johnson was one thing, yanking the chain of another dude was not so cool.  But he did it, fondled Lance’s balls and masturbated the Bully.  Then, when Kev’s own pud was stiff,
	‘ok, you can stop now.’
	Kevin relieved “stopped” his jacking off of the Bully.
	It was then the Bully’s turn, though.
	He firstly tugged on Kevin’s cock.  Kevin was even more displeased by that than the other!  But he tolerated it and avoided looking into Lance’s eyes.  At length, Lance quit and began jerking his own merkin, cumming off onto Kevin’s cock and balls.
	‘Oh geese, that’s gross!’
	‘wait, it get’s better!’ and Kevin heard the Voice in his head snicker.

	A great globby mess of fresh milky spunk there was coating Kevin’s cock and balls.  His thirteen year old pud stood out erect at four inches.  The nude Lance seemed reverently trying to twist out of his skin as he fought to not comply with the commands screaming into his fouled mind.
	Then, to Kevin’s bemusement, Lance went to his knees and began sucking his cum coated dick.  Kevin’s eyes fluttered—being sucked off by a guy or a girl really made little difference.  He liked it—a lot!
	Lance wasn’t particularly good at cocksucking, but he sucked and sucked and cleaned and cleaned—lapping up all the juices he had spilled onto Kevin; sucking his balls and all.  And the “all” was Kevin turning around, BENDING over and having his asshole licked.
	Kevin thought of when he had licked his brother’s pooper.  He hadn’t liked it much and felt at odds about having his own licked.  Lance licked, retched, gagged, and was just as displeased.
	To Kevin it was creepy—very creepy.  The feeling of a tongue to his shit pipe was beyond comprehension.  It was more than just “odd.”  He endured it, had his balls drawn up between his legs to be suckled some more and when he himself was at the pivotal point of ejaculation--

	Lance groaned and muttered under his breath as he clutched to the table.  His teen dong squashed up against the wooden workbench as his asshole was reamed.  Kevin’s dinky dinkus did a fair job of anal exploring, he wasn’t an expert at backdoor splunking but a hole was a hole.  With a sufficient amount of “lube” applied to Lance’s dirt chute Kevin applied nextly sufficient prowess in butt buggering.  When his cock was in he placed his hands onto Lance’s naked hips and began a fine bout of frolicking.
	He was grateful for not having to lick the boy’s asshole.

	On the same school property was shared multiple grades, 4rth thru 8th, the 7th and 8th graders had buildings far to one side but shared ball fields, cafeteria, and bus stops.  After his fling with Lance and leaving the boy nude and well fucked, coated in cum and pee, Kevin made the long way around to find Winnie.  It was after lunch and he knew where she would be and that was his destination.
	Along his way…
	‘hey, let’s check this out, seems interesting.’
	‘What?’ Kevin felt pulled down a short hallway from the stairs on the 2nd floor, down a small flight of stairs, out the back door and across the small quad area to the elementary side of the multiplex shared common ground school yard.
	‘Where are we going?’
	The Voice inside his head, though, was quiet—but was plainly in charge.  They slipped across the open area and up the small stairs to the back of the West Wing of PS 18 (Public School—they ran out of names and started with numbers.)  At classroom #9, Horatio Verlo, something mighty interesting was going on.