August Moone
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 40
Stand Alone Story

Decent into Horror
Part VII

Transition
	There was potential—great potential that pleased Dom the boundless Entity.  The passage of “time” was elusive to him.  He was aimless, restless, boundless.  He “floated” about the horsey meadow; drifting about the listless air from the woods to the Nachum Stables.  His thoughts plagued him but he was beginning to remember more and more—of himself.
	That was good, of course, but it no less helped out in his current situation.  Somehow, somewhere he had to repair his EMAD and return to the land of the Earthly Bound Ones—and become human once more.  Somehow—somewhere.  Maybe.  He casually thought that he needed to find another person with an EMAD—in the day and age of rampant usage of EMADs that shouldn’t be too hard.  
	He also thought of trying to invade someone again—and if that someone had an EMAD all the better.  But if not, he would deal with that, too.  Invading those of the past had been good, but they had been too young and were thusly unable to render much aid in his quest to become mortal once more.
	In the woods just beyond Horsefly Meadow he came upon a lovely sight; a man and woman walked together and were obviously boyfriend/girlfriend classification as they were holding hands and giddy.  They could be young marrieds, too; but it was confusing as there were children among them and after some careful study it was determined that the young teen girl were the man’s while the lone boy was the woman’s.
	After continued study it was determined that the man had the horniess for the woman—as well as a wandering horny eye for the girls—and the boy!  Determining the horny level of the woman was more difficult but she had potential.

	The man was well groomed, well dressed in slacks, tennis shoes, and tall.  The woman wore a nice pair of TIGHT jeans, red hair in serious curls that were thick and hung to her shoulders.  She appeared to be in her early thirties—like the man who seemed smitten by her.
	Of the two teens, the girl was approx. thirteen or so; long golden blond hair, pleasing tits and ass, friend face and “happy-go-lucky” attitude.  The boy was red haired (like his mother), a little shorter in height than the girl but also approx. thirteen years (actually twelve).
	Dom the Entity swung around to be before the two teens, the girl stood off a ways looking around at the scenery while the boy pissed on a bush.  The girl didn’t seem to mind—clearly she could hear the boy peeing and knew what he was doing.  The boy concentrated on his act but after the last “drop” was done he paused to tug on his pud, squeeze it, and otherwise make merry.
	The girl stood askew of the boy but the Entity could see her pretty blue eyes darting to see the boy.  But the boy’s angle was such as his pud was out of sight—soooo, casually she made steps so as she COULD see him!
	Hmmmm
	Something could have happened but it was interrupted by the encroaching presence of the two parental units.

	The tall-well groomed man was Danny Taylor, the gal-pal was Vicki Gonner.  The tall-well groomed man was distinguished without being overdone; manicured nails, clean shaven, trimmed hair.  Good sensible clothing and spoke well, enunciating well his words when he spoke.  He was well educated but not pompous or arrogant.   He also had a boner in his jeans.
	The gal-pal, Vicki Gonner, was a bit shorter in height and not much in the titty department, but she did have a “pair.”  She wore a Summery dress; was light hearted, giddy, and damned cute.  

Time for a little insightful Q&A
	‘you want to doink her?’
	‘Yes.’
	Danny held nothing back, the answer was right on the top of his mind.
	And there was more, too:  thirteen year old daughter Christina was on his mind to “doink”, too. 
	‘horny for the boy?’
	That was a resounding No.  Not a “no” but a “HELL NO.”

	‘would you like to doink her?’
	A great resounding ‘HELL YES!’ filled the mind-of the red headed boy, the teen son of Vicki.  He wasn’t quite a “teen” yet, yet.  He was twelve, not a “mere” twelve—he had four months to be a pre-teen.  The image of Christina filled his your pre-teen mind—he had images of her in her swimsuits (two-piece and full body one-piece.)  There, too, were images of the girl in tight jeans, dresses, short skirts, wide legged walking shorts.  There were images of the “crotch” shots, panty shots.
	He, too, had images of his Mom deeply entrenched in his mind.
	Young Rusty jerked off to the image of his Mom more than to any other girl he knew.  He had pairs of his Mom’s panties that he jacked off into and when they had become too soiled with his cum he sneaked them into the washer during laundry days—and promptly selected a new pair from his Mom’s dirty laundry pile.
	Christina had no sexual aspirations in regards to her Dad, that was deemed too gross to even think about.  She had SOME thoughts in regards to Rusty—but he was a year younger, too bold, too willing, and a dork.  Christina wanted Brock Throbert, Gary Tallwood, and several other boys from her school.  She had narly-narly dreams of several boys jacking off onto her while she was nude in the boys gym.  She dreamed of fingering herself while as many as a dozen boys encircled her, jerked off, and peed on her.  She saw herself sucking the cocks, fondling the balls, and being coated in their juices.  It caused her to have many a soiled finger as a result…
	She was a virgin—all over.  She hadn’t even so much as given a handjob to a boy!  She HAD been kissed and the prospect of becoming aroused with something more coming about promising—but there were interruptions and nothing came about at all.
	Would she ever consider sex with Rusty?
	No, not really.
	Would she watch him pee?
	Well…
	Would she watch him masturbate?
	Hmmmm

	Danny, his daughter Christina; his girlfriend, Vicki, and her son, Rusty, all knew that they were not alone in the woods.  They also came to understand that there was an EMAD in use upon them—there was no resistance—although, truth be known resistance was not given.  It was only embarrassing to submit to the wills of whoever was operating the EMAD.

	Slowly, one by one, the foursome stripped off their clothes.
	Danny and Rusty sporting major boners.
	Christina tried to avert her eyes from looking at her Daddy’s nakedness; Vicki tried not to gawk at her son’s naked bone or even Danny’s; Rusty darted his eyes from his Mom and Christina somewhat embarrassed but greatly enthused.  Greatly.
	There was a decision to make—of whom to invade.  All participants had potentiality.  Danny had desires to doink both his girlfriend AND his daughter.  He would never willing boink his daughter—not against her will anyways.  If say she were “willing” to submit and engage in some sort of sexual romp—well, then that would be different.  
	Each member of the group had secret hidden desires.  Each member had potential.  The Entity decided on Danny; he could have just as easily chosen any of the others but Danny had desires he wanted unleashed in a big way—and Dom the Entity was there to help him unleash.
	It had been awhile since last he had seen his daughter naked—a very long while.  When she turned ten she became very modest and shy about revealing herself to her Daddy.  Before then she had been a bit of a “streaker” and occasionally so had Danny.  
	Vaguely was he aware that she fingered herself.  That was a given; boys did it and so did girls—he just never caught her at it although SHE had caught HIM at it!
	Invading Danny Taylor went well—sort of.  He was IN the man and IN control, but it was different than being IN his previous Host.  He couldn’t rightly explain but it was.  For one—there was no spot on communication between the Host and Invader—but Dom the Entity was in control, he made strong suggestions and forced images of what was wanted.
	Manipulating the others took a little more doing as he had to transmit out of Danny’s mind to the others—no simple feat to be sure.  Danny stared at his naked teen daughter—his cock hardening and becoming soiled at the bellhead.  He knew that he would probably most likely get a blow job; but what about in her pussy, her asshole?  Amazingly, Danny Taylor had never (never) fucked a girl in the ass.  It just never came up.  
	(and it had been a long damn time since last he had gotten a blowjob, too.)
	Christina was not a pro at giving head; she was a virgin all over—she only fingered herself and no one else.  She had been kissed and felt the hardness of a boyfriend’s prick grinding against her; she knew what a headjob was, giving head, doing a Presidential; she knew the terminology in regards to sex and sex acts—she just wasn’t a participant.

	There was evidentiary struggling/resistance in young naked Christina—as she knelt to her knees and poised herself before her Daddy’s cock.  Sure she had SEEN cock exposed, she had seen boys jerking off at school; crude and explicit pictures in books, bathroom walls; and then of course in the backseat of cars.  
	She had also seen her Daddy naked numerous times—but in the sanctity of their own home when no one else was present.
	‘would you be upset, pissed off, if your Daddy jacked himself in front of you at home?’
	There was no determinate answer—it was a long pause for think.
	‘would you resist if your Daddy made advances to you—if he wanted to join you in bed, have you come to his bed, or join you in the shower?’
	There were images filling the young girl’s mind—when she had been little she HAD slept in his bed—but that was normal; they had been clothed and she had been frightened.  As a child, naturally being raised by her single widowed Daddy she had been seen naked by him; she had been bathed and wiped by him.  
	There were curiosities about what a cock would feel like against her, in her.  She had no idea what a cock tasted like but knew many girls who seemed to enjoy “giving head.”  She knew that the basic point of entry was in the cunt; but in the ass?  She knew many girls, too, who took it up the ass but as far as Chris knew, only the boy got the sexual pleasure from that hole.
	Terry Harkless, Brad Rogers, Karl Ikeman were likely boys whom she might-MIGHT allow herself to lower her modesty and defenses and get freaky-deaky with them.  She kind of wanted to hold out—for as long as she possibly could but doubted that she would remain a virgin until she was married.  (and she hoped that she would never-ever get pregnant until AFTER she was married!)
	Her Daddy’s cock wavered before her; beside her was her Daddy’s latest fling, Vicki.  Vicki was alright, friendly and helped her thru some trying times—like boyfriends, her relationship with her Daddy (non-sexual), and her period.  
	But she also regarded Vicki as an intruder.  Christina had lost her Mom when she was nay but three years young.  Chris barely could remember her but there were many pictures of her.  Her Daddy she understood had desires—non sexual and sexual to have companionship and to have someone in his life other than his daughter.
	So with that she gave both her Daddy and Vicki some slack.

	Then there was Rusty, Vicki’s obnoxious son.  He was a jerk, a prank puller, too sure of himself, too cocky.  He also pulled his cock, too.  Chris didn’t mind, that was the norm for boys—‘specially at his age but it still bugged her.  
	Yes, she wondered if there was anything kinky going on between Vicki and her obnoxious son.  There probably wasn’t, but Chris occasionally thought so due to the huggy-huggy relationship she saw between the two.  They kissed, too—right on the lips.  No Frenching, but every once in awhile Chris saw more of the kissing that what would be deemed “normal.”
	Christina also saw Rusty’s eyes lingering on his Mom more than what would be deemed “normal.”  But the boy, also, was a dreaming, a daydreamer who “spaced out” and stared off into oblivion until someone shook him back to Earth.
	If he wasn’t so obnoxious, pulling pranks on her and getting her into trouble with her Dad, and just obnoxious in general—then he’d be alright.  Well—maybe.
	Slowly, though, like blinders on a horse, Christina’s vision narrowed to just solely concentrating on her naked Daddy’s cock.  She had seen it numerous times at home—but never so up close and personal.  It was above average for the standard man; her Daddy was 34 yrs old, handsome, tall, not well built in the muscle department but not in the ultra skinny mode, either.
	And he had a seven incher staring her in the face.
	‘suck it.’
	The words she knew.  The command she knew.  She leaned in, mouth open, closing her eyes…
	Danny stared down to his daughter his mind oblivious to Rusty and Vicki in presence—all that there was was his sweet precious only child pressing her lips against his cock.  Slowly she put her fingers about his cock, squeezing it at the base; her other fingers cupped his hairy balls and into her mouth went his cock.
	Danny let out a moan of great satisfaction and self-guided his cock into her fully.  Too fully, Chris choked, gagged, and retched.  The “taste” of cock was not something she found tasteful.  She didn’t hurl but came close.
	A second attempt was made—and for a second time Chris retched and gagged.  She flared her nostrils but maintained a no hurl attitude and a “I AM going to suck this thing” mentality.
	Dom was well pleased.
	So was Danny.

	Although Christina was not an “expert” at cock sucking, she did a fine job just the same.  The cock in her mouth was distasteful but she worked it and noted how much her Daddy seemed to like it.  His cock in her mouth was amazing—it was hot, funky, and somehow invigorated her, too!
	Slowly, on his own, Danny put a hand to the back of his daughter’s head to help her with the sucking.  He thought of nothing else but the sucking and the inevitable orgasm that was not so far off from coming. He began to pump into her mouth seemingly trying to shove his meat stick down her throat.
	Beside them, Rusty was whacking off, too—on his own.  
	Vicki watched the father-daughter relationship and beheld upon her face one of Angst, Awe, Bewilderment and Total Disbelief as she watched Christina suck off her Daddy.  She wondered privately if anything like that sort went on in the home?  
	A curious tingling began in her—centralized between her legs.
	She was embarrassed to be so vulnerable—to be so naked with her son present.  Whole heartedly and assuredly she proclaimed (inside her mind) that there was no hanky business going on in her home with her son.
	Ok, so was there a desire?
	No.
	Are you sure?
	No….

	It was a gusher load.  A mighty thrust and then the gusher.
	Christina choked and spurted as the cum filled her mouth and shot down her throat.  Danny couldn’t stop—he was out of control, powerless as the gush of orgasm overwhelmed him.  It mattered not if he was in the mouth of his daughter—and in that, it would matter not if he was shooting his load into her pussy OR ass!
	If he could, if it were possible—he WOULD screw his daughter, cum in her pussy AND/OR asshole.  The desire was there (and how!) but it was wrong, illicit, slightly illegal, and immoral.  But barring that…

	Gobs of cum spilled out of the corner of Christina’s mouth; Daddy Danny pulled out and squirted the rest of his love juice all over her face; then on encouragement from the Invader pressed his cock against her face to Face/Skull fuck her.  His musty sweaty cum laden balls right up against her chin, then her mouth, then her nose—he began to pump and get off on doing so.

	When he had soiled his precious daughter’s golden hair he was done, spent, relieved.  Daughter Christina was kinda sickened—but it wouldn’t have been so awfully bad had it just been herself and her Daddy and not in mixed company.
	Rusty stood with  a throbbing erection, his balls had swelled and his eyes were on the cum strewn face of Christina.  His attention was interrupted by his Mom; his Mom who had clutched his balls and began working his cock with her mouth!
	Vicki took to cocksucking like a pro—although she professed that she was not.  She rubbed her son’s ass and devoured his cock, sucking the very life out of it (just like a pro!)
	Rusty humped into his Mom’s mouth—thinking mostly of girls he knew instead of his Mom.  But unnatural feelings turned to urges, the urges turned to desires, the desires turned to euphoric pleasures unknown.  And suddenly he was cumming!  It wasn’t a gusher load like Danny had given but he was close.  One great shot of hot boy juice and he was no longer in control of himself.  Like Danny, he began to pump into his Mom’s mouth; Vicki clutched her son’s ass and raked her teeth across the skin of her son’s skin flute; juts of cum squirted down her throat.  Rusty twitched all over, a great shuddering centralized at his midsection then branching out all over there after.
	Christina wasn’t sure what to expect as some “force” in her mind told her “lay down”.  After laying down, “open your legs”.  
	Chris complied but was frightened—the goo of her Daddy’s love still pasted her face and hair (and inside her mouth.)  She laid herself out exposing her sex for all to see.  Again she heard words but they were muffled and directed to her Daddy and not her.
	Danny went “down” on his daughter, licking out her pussy to his delight—and he definitely delighted in it for no sooner than did he begin his task of cunnilingus than he was with a majorally hard boner again.
	Young Rusty’s cock was hard as a rock, too—he stroked it and watched with utter fascination as his Mother’s boyfriend licked out his daughter’s cunt.  Christina was a beauty, he liked her (a lot!)  Certainly for sure he wanted to sink his bone in her—that would be sooooo awesome!  But he knew for certainty, too, that she would never let him.
	Not willingly, anyways.
	Daddy Danny hadn’t licked cunt in years—years (but he had always wanted to.)  There were no real thoughts of his daughter in a sexual way—no thoughts of screwing her, cumming on her, sodomizing her, but there was a dark thought of eating out her pussy until making her cum & pee!

	After several enduring minutes he succeeded in getting her to cum.  The young girl shuddered all over, clenched and had no idea that being eaten out could be so wondrous.  Then her Daddy was moving up between her legs with his manhood laying against her twitching cunt.
	Beside them, Vicki had laid out and her son Rusty was doing her likewise; licking out her cunt first driving her to the brink of orgasmic bliss and then moving up between her legs…
	The “taste” of cunt was amazing.  It was a little musty with a slight hint of “pee.”  And it was his daughter’s cunt.  Sure he had seen her cunt before, seen her naked—no biggie.  But up close and personal?  All pussy was about the same—some were darker, some lighter; some hairier, some bald.  Daddy Danny licked and licked and licked, nipped the lips and drove his tongue past the lips and did a fine job despite the fact that it had been years since he had last tongue twat.
	Rusty had never tongued twat but he had seen his Mom’s twat on occasion—just glimpses.  He had seen wee little girls naked and tried not to get caught staring at their little innocent pussies.  
	Noshing on his Mom’s cunt was something—to actually describe it he couldn’t; he had no “experience”, practical or otherwise to assign appropriate wordage to act of licking/lapping/sucking on his Mom’s twat.  He wasn’t sure that he liked it, either.  But there was some unique sensation that swelled within him—specifically his dangling cock as he licked and lapped at his Mom’s poon.
	Then, when moved up between her legs and his cock brushed against her sex he felt an enormous sensation that was ten times as better than jerking off and cumming off.  
	He heard the words “put it in her” ringing in his head and obediently complied—partly on his own and partly stringing encouraged.  There wasn’t much to it—the actual penetration of his cock into the cunt that bore him.  He was IN before he knew it.  Then the natural beastly instinct took over and he began to fuck.
	Beside them, Daddy Danny was in full bore of pumping his precious Christina.  The initial penetration into her virgin cunny had been painful, but that was soon replaced by incredible sensations never felt before by simple fingerbanging.
	Like Rusty, natural instinct pulled Danny into the realm of sex—even if it was sexualizing his own daughter.  It took awhile but every inch of his narly manhood made entry into the girl, it was a tight fit and sent both he and Christina into euphoric orgasmic fits.
	It was the best sex ever!
	(well, for Danny anyways.)
	Rusty had no idea that sex could be so good—even if it was screwing his own Mother!  There, too, was the fascination with his Mom’s jiggling titties.  As he pump-humped his Mom he found himself drawn to suckling on the bouncing betty’s; his Mom clung to his young naked sweaty body reeling in the illicit deed with her son—she tried somewhat to disregard the act and not submit to “liking” the dirty deed.  But she failed and ultimately submitted regardless.
	Danny held back nothing, he knew it was illicit—immoral, illegal (in most states) and so on and so forth like that there.  But no one knew what they were doing—‘cept those present.  Besides, they were being “forced” to act illicitly and therefore were not responsible.
	Like Rusty, Danny was drawn to his teenage daughter’s titties and went to them—one at a time and sucked them while he continued to plough her young teenage cunt.
	Inside (Danny) Dom the Entity could feel the sensation that was sex.  He reeled in it, it was almost as good as doing the girl himself.  He had missed it and vowed not to “miss” it again.  
	Danny had the same feeling.  He had screwed Vicki, and would screw her again—but after screwing his own daughter screwing her again was also on his list (and by the look on her face (and body actions/reaction) she would be a willing participant.)
	Rusty had cum.  He had cum before, after working his dick with his hand but actually cumming in a pussy was something unbelievable—there still were no words he could think of to describe the sensations his cock felt.  Those “sensations” swelled out from his cock to fully encompass his entire young body.
	Suddenly inasmuch as he had been drawn to suckle on his Mom’s tits he found himself pressing his lips to HER lips!  They were kissing!  His Mom’s tongue dashed all about inside mouth, her arms and legs wrapped about his body as though lo he had cum off and so had she, they ecstasy level exceeded the boundary and continued in an unbounded ascent.
	Danny and daughter Christina head in the same direction.  Danny raised himself up off of Christina and began power thrusting; the girl wrapped her legs about her Daddy’s body and hung on as strange wondrous feeling enveloped her.  Neither wanted those feelings to go away.
	But like in all things in life—money, love, good ideas, sex and sexual feelings don’t last long.  Danny reached his plateau and tried to hang on before diving off into unknown oblivion.  He lay on his daughter, kissing her and continuing to pump for some time before finally it was a done deal.

	Young Rusty endured the epic trial of orgasmic bliss for as long as he could; shuddering and trembling until there was absolutely no more to give or experience OR to feel.  He was utterly exhausted and slobbered on his Mom’s breasts while his sex quest faded.  Both Vicki and Christina lay exhausted themselves with tingling sensations languishing in their cunnies long after their lovers had pulled out.

It aint over till the fat lady sings
	There was no quibbling when the “switch” was instigated.  Danny willingly went to his lady and went into her without hesitation.  They slowly began to fuck with an occasional look to their children as they, too, “fucked.”
	Though there was no quibbling when discreetly “coerced” into switching; Rusty and Christina hesitated (briefly.)  It was more out of embarrassment than anything else.  But Rusty eased his cock into Christina’s snatch and that natural instinct took over once more.
	There had been a “lull” in their sex fest in the woods, some twenty minutes had lapsed before the switch.  And it seemed for Danny and Vicki that they were turned on by watching their children fucking!
	Danny’s eyes fluttered, Vicki clenched and wrapped herself into Danny, squeezing his body tightly as she submitted to another blissful orgasm.  Danny strove to achieve his ultimate goal—it was there but somewhat elusive, too.  His thoughts were not solely of banging Vicki—he wanted his daughter, Christina.
	‘and Rusty?’
	‘Rusty?’
	‘would you like to see Rusty bobbing on your dong?’
	There was a long-long pause with no definitive answer one way or the other.  The Entity saw flashes, images that were buried DEEP into the man’s memory:  laying naked on a boy’s bed young Danny age ten stroked his pud while his best friend Joey stripped off his clothes, then crawl onto the bed and begin working his own pud.  Both boys were giggly. Joey seemed to have an “odd” cock, banana shaped, more curved, and uncut.  
	It was Joey who went down on Danny, sucking the young cock for several seconds (lubricating it) before slinking himself up between his friend’s legs—then taking his friend’s cock and self-guiding Danny’s missile into his asshole.
	Danny fucked his friend’s ass, gripped his ass and squeezed the bare flesh.  Joey masturbated his own cock, ran his hands up and down Danny’s smooth hairless chest, and continued to giggle all the while being reamed.

	Both boys took turns “reaming” one another.
	Followed by spanking.
	Followed by peeing on one another in the shower.
	Followed by 69ing (engaging in such without knowing it wasn’t new.)
	Joey wasn’t the only “lover” in Danny’s life of the same sex.
	There was even a time when Danny was younger than ten, about age eight.  Both boys were in the custody of a man—a teaching man, a prestigious man—a priest.  The boys were in an office setting, a private office with books, closed drapes, a desk, high back chairs, and a sofa.  It was up against the sofa the two boys were—naked.  Their Priest was behind them striking them with a strap.
	When the boys’ tender asses were blood red, the beating stopped.
	The Priest behind them stood fishing out his hard cock; Danny and his friend swallowed the cock each in turn; they were face fucked and then fucked in the ass.  Danny received his butt fucking first; he was positioned on the sofa on his back with his legs held back.  The naughty Priest fondled Danny’s balls, his cock, and fingered his hole.  

	There were “other” incidences, too—differing age groups and such but mostly in his early teens with only a couple of “incidences” when he was an adult in college.  He didn’t see himself as “gay” per se, or even bi-sexual although that description was more fitting.  He liked sex and experiencing an “orgasm” was his pursuit in life.  No other feeling there was derived so much pleasure as having an orgasm.  And with the orgasm being so fleeting and lasting merely momentary—having as many of them as possible seemed the thing to do—regardless if there were Beans & Franks attached.
	Rusty, too, had deep seeded “incidences.”  Just with a friend, friendly mutual masturbation, ball fondling.  No cocksucking but there desire was kinda there—just to explore.

	At length Christina came to be on top of her Daddy; his hands on her ass, his eyes on her tits and face, his cock buried to the hilt UP into her cunt.  Their love blossomed even more knowing that coerced or no they would continue to engage sexually on their own at home.  
	Rusty banged his Mom’s twat again and with the Entity’s help, stuffed her poop chute, too.  Vicki pulled her legs back and Rusty made anal entry just as beside them Danny was doing likewise to his daughter, Christina.
	Whenafter both had sufficiently cum off into their prospective “holes”, Danny was drawn to take a long strong gander at Vicki’s freshly gooied hole.

	It had been awhile since Danny had licked bung hole and even longer since slurping cock juice.  He wasn’t opposed but it had been awhile just the same.  As he leaned down to do the deed young Rusty’s cum squirter was right there.
	‘suck it.’
	The longing was there and Danny turned his head to address the youngster’s cock.
	‘let him suck your cock.’
	And Rusty would have let it be so and Danny would have done so had it not been for an incredible intrusion.
	Singing.
	Not just singing like a cowboy sings to cows.  Not just singing as a trucker laments his being a prisoner of the highway.  Not just singing like some disco fellow in tight spandex.
	It was operatic.

*

	Dom the Entity didn’t know if it was the high pitched operatic sound of the fat broad in the woods or something else—but he was quickly kicked free of Danny Taylor.  He was a little miffed at that and actually was lost in transition as a result.  This was known as soon as he got his wits about him he returned to where Danny and the others had been—but they were long gone.
	He found the fat opera singer in the company of a man and two skinny poles practicing in the woods some operatic ditty Dom was not interested in.  How much time had actually past he wasn’t sure.  Miffed he made his way across Horsefly Meadow and back to Nachum Stables.
	Dom the Entity found Norm Nachum up to severe naughtiness (again.)  A sweet little seven year old girl in cowboy cut jeans, boots, shirt, was laid over Norm’s lap—he jeans and basic white panties were at her ankles and the man was walloping her butt but good.  
	The little girl fussed, and rightly so as her bare ass was brought to a bright redness.  Nachum stopped his spanking—to caress the burning ass, part the cheek and look with deep burning desire at the virgin pooper. 
	The child was stood up, she was sobbing and a mess and thusly unaware of Nachum staring lustfully at her naked poon.  Slowly he positioned her between his legs having her facing the desk.  The child sobbing was then therefore unaware of Nachum behind her hauling out his cock and beating off.

	It didn’t take him long, a minute and a half or so before a massive load of fresh hot sticky spunk matter splashed onto the child’s bare still reddened ass.  Norm Nachum had a LOT of cum and he squirted, squirted, squirted it all over the little girl’s bum.
	When the last of his spunk was onto the child’s ass he took his fingers and diddled the spunk smearing it down into the crack and then to the hole where he began a tedious bout of finger fucking.
	The little girl was too distraught to realize that she was being probed so, she continued to sob and whimper.  Nachum caressed the girl’s ass, then her sides, then slinked his hands around to finger her little hairless virgin poon.
	The desire to FUCK that hairless little virgin poon was high.  The man shook all over, trembled, and had a horrible time of holding back.  Gently he pulled the sobbing Rachel onto his lap and hugged her, cooing to her with his cock pocking right up between her legs.
	Penetration via cock was not possible—she was too young.  So naughty Norm Nachum did the next best thing to satiate his wicked desire.  Rachel was laid out nakedly on his desk; she still seemed too upset to know what was happening.  Nachum appeared nervous and checked the clock on the wall often.  He picked up the child’s panties from the floor and sniffed the crotch, then wrapped them about his cock and jacked off for half a moment before crunching down and licking on Rachel’s poon.
	The desire to FUCK the girl increased.
	Norm Nachum began to sweat, tremble, and become more than nervous.  He was right at the point of being perfect for Dom’s intrusion.  Dom, though, wasn’t so much in the need for occupying another’s mind for the pleasure the Host experienced—but for other means.  As an Entity, Dom had limited abilities.  He wanted to be whole again and needed a Host body to help him in his pursuit to be so.
	‘I’ll help you, if you’ll help me.’ Dom struck a deal with the naughty Norm Nachum—and naughty Norm Nachum was readily to accept.

*

Satiating desires
	Dom could feel the man’s heart beating, even the sweat trickling down the back of the neck, even the air conditioning’s air current drifting across the man’s face!  It was more than he had felt from other Hosts, that he could remember.  Quickly he put a halt to those memories as they would only fluster him—he cared not to backtrack to far back and become upset.

	It had been a hell of a ride, a venturous venture he wished not to have participated on.  But it was happenstance, he understood that and there was no way to correct it—barring being able to time travel BACK to the bank that is.  The only other possible way of correction to become whole again was to find a working EMAD that would enable his own EMAD.
	He needed a viable Host who would be willing, Allison had been could but an adult would be able to go about the world without question.  Dom began to realize that his pursuit of becoming whole again would require a visit to high tech places—electronical places, places or institutions where EMADs were under study and the like.
	Basically, someone who could drive around the city unimpeded.
	Anyways, Norm Nachum had potential.  He also had a raging hard-on he wanted to bury into his niece, Rachel.  And not just Rachel, Rachel’s sister, Natalie AND their mother, Cathy.  Natalie was twelve and Norm had hugged her, patted her butt and lusted for her greatly.  He had see her in her swimsuit but nothing more.
	Cathy was his sister-in-law and quite a looker.  Norm had always wanted to bone her and thought a chance there was when her deadbeat husband left (was kicked out).  Cathy and Norm got along but she was put off by the incident regarding her hubby and so there was No Chance for Anything for Norm to “get any.”
	Enter Dom the Entity.
	With Dom the Entity all things were possible—in regards to Snatch Stuffing.  ‘you do for me, I do for you’ was the deal.  Norm was all for whatever his Invader wanted—so long as he did indeed get to stuff himself into Cathy and the girls.
	The key in the door turned, the interior light illuminating the hallway came to life.  The door opened and the yapping voices of Natalie and Rachel filled the air.  The girls’ mother loaded down with shopping bags ushered her children in.  Rachel made a dash to the hall bathroom, still yapping.  Cathy looked haggard (which was good); Natalie took some bags (the ones containing stuff for her) and began to make for her room.
	‘be still.’
	‘be calm.’
	Cathy Willow shook her head violently, huffed her breath and knew instantly that her mind was under assault.  She was in crime busting, specifically unraveling crimes that had taken place.  She was adorned with the latest gizmos for detecting EMADs and their variants—but was no match for an Entity…

	The Entity had to make several attempts at the strong willed woman before SUCCESS!  Dom sighed, he liked a challenge—‘specially when he knew at the end he would win.  He didn’t feel particularly drained as he had before on such similar situations but still he had to be cautious.
	Natalie and Rachel were elsewhere and occupied with their own doings; Dom instructed his Host to “carry on.”  After the door was closed, and locked, Host Nachum slowly began removing Cathy’s clothing.  She wore too many clothes—an outer short jacket, a blouse, and an undershirt.  There was her bra, too—a nice dainty off-pink thing containing a pair of 36Cs.
	Nice short strawberry blond hair that was full bodied and just to her shoulders.  For being thirty-seven years of age she held her age good (she looked ten years younger.)  Well educated with degrees in Criminology, Forensics, Language, and others associated with crime solving she was a former police officer turned crime scene investigator.
	Norm inched down to lower his sister-in-law’s nappy beige skirt.  He moaned as it was a dream cum true.  In the background, down the hall to the bedrooms, loud obnoxious music began to billow out into the air.  
	‘we have to deal with them.’ Dom told his Host.  Norm hated to be interrupted in the middle of doing something but conceded and they made way into the din of disturbing LOUD music.
	The music was too loud and disruptive to the Entity’s abilities.  The girls shared a room, that was a plus, but the room was filled to the brim with something similar to rap music.  And it was LOUD.  The girls were bouncing around trying on clothes they had just gotten—another plus ‘cause they were in their panties and bras.
	Norm was not invisible, his physical being somewhat disrupted by Dom’s narly mind powers—but the disruptiveness of the girls’ stereo music put Norm in a vulnerable position.  With Dom the Entity in him the whole potentially of anonymity was in jeopardy.  Engaging immorally with Cathy and her girls was to be done so without them knowing that HE was involved or the participant—willingly or otherwise.  No one was to know that he was the culprit to deflowering the family and other means would be made necessary afterwards to erase his ever being there.
	‘back to Cathy.’
	Norm was for that.
	‘Dress her.’
	Norm wasn’t for that.  But it was necessary, dressing Cathy and then putting her back into her own mind with the inserted notion of going to her girls’ room and cranking down their stereo.

	Once that was successfully accomplished Dom the Entity had his task plate full—now he had to wallop the minds of three at once.  No easy feat to be sure.  One at a time and then quickly off to the next.  Again, Cathy resisted but Dom was able to compensate and move on to Target Subjects One and Two.

	Once more, Norm stripped down his sister-in-law, getting her skirt down he nearly blew his load right then and there.
	‘easy, now, easy.’ cooed his Invader.	
	Norm calmed himself then slid down the woman’s panties.
	A nice muffin greeted him/them.  
	‘oooooh, that’s a nice muff.’ commented Dom.
	Cathy Michelle Willows had a neat nifty snatch that was trimmed well with just a bit of bush on either side of her entrance.  A tattoo of a rearing pissed off horse done in red color snorting flames was right on top dead center of her poon, butterflies with pitchforks and horns adorned each side of her twat, too.
	‘nice.’ 
	‘Very nice.’
	‘this is going to be righteous!’
	Norm stepped the woman out of her clothes then stood and brought her into him for a feeling hug.  His hands roamed to her backside and then to her ass where once more his johnson practically blew off in his pants.
	He kissed on the woman, driving his tongue into her mouth.  It only served to heightened his desire—Dom was okay with it as it allowed him to be more relaxed and continue his assault on Cathy’s mind.
	But there were two others who were equally desirable waiting in the wings.  Norm spent a few more minutes loving on the woman as they stood; squeezing those wondrous titties and admiring her wholly.  He backed up and shucked his clothes, took Cathy’s hand and had her stroke him.
	‘I can get to like this.’ he said.

	Natalie wore a long flower knee-length dress outfit.  Very pretty she was with a unique styling to her hair.  At twelve she was blossoming well; she had dimples and an incredible set of dazzling eyes.  She was damn pretty and even prettier with her clothes off.
	Blue panties with daises all over them were quite enticing.  Norm sniffed them—while they were still ON the girl, then with her laying out on her bed he pulled the panty off with his teeth at the crotch!

	No tats on the girl, a couple of moles and some scars from her tomboy ways but other than that she was good.  Her pussy was virginal.  It was smooth and flawless with delicate poon pie hairs untrimmed surrounding her cooze.  
 	There was no holding back, Norm began tonguing the poon to his delight—and to Dom’s.  Although Dom was not there in the physical he could indeed feel and “taste” the sensations transmitted from his Host were well received.
	Holding back from pouncing on the girl and fucking her brains out was a toughie but with his Invader’s help he managed and sidestepped over to the youngest and once more stripped her down.  The day at his stables he had caught her filching some candy from the small concession stand.  It had warranted a hardy bare ass spanking.
	An inordinate amount of time was spent licking out her cunny; spreading her legs wide Norm rubbed his face all about the innocent poon, licking and nipping and basically ingesting the young girl’s coochie.  He was in heaven, Dom was well delighted and could “feel” all that his Host felt.  That was good—damn good.

	Catherine made some facial expressions—it had been awhile since last she had been properly laid.  Dom was practically insane (on an esoteric level mind you) as his Host put it to the woman.  She had an amazingly tight cunny despite pushing two children thru and being hammered by her former deadbeat hubby.  Dom felt every bit of Norm’s cock as it slid near effortlessly into Cathy’s cunt.  The feelings Norm felt were transmitted to Dom and that was alright.  Very alright.
	She was a good fuck as far as Fucks are concerned.  Not tight-twat but not a “loosy-goosy” either.  Norm enjoyed himself, screwing his sister-in-law, sucking on her titties; his hands all over her body with the knowing with his Invader’s help he would be able to bone the bitch on a fairly regular basis.
	And her girls, too.
	And speaking of her girls…
	Natalie was a beauty, and very much so when out of her clothes.  Norm spent precious time checking her nude body, drinking it into his mind.  Every nuance of the girl’s fine nude body he ingested.  Down onto her pussy he went, licking and lapping, nipping and teasing to his delight.  Dom assured Norm that “after” the family would be his—to enjoy as he saw fit whenever he saw fit.  Norm wasn’t sure how that worked exactly, but so long as it worked.

	More assurance that the family would not be “zombies”; they would willingly submit to Norm’s desires without knowing.  Again, Norm had no idea how exactly that worked—but as long as it did he didn’t care.
	After a time on Natalie’s cunt Norm went up licking the girl all the way to her delightfully young pre-teen titties.  His cock pressed against the girl’s virgin cunt, laying against the smooth entrance.  Natalie made some facial expressions but otherwise was numb to the knowing of what was happening.
	‘And can I spank ‘em?’
	‘oh yes, as hard as you want.’
	Norm was pleased, he suckled on Natalie’s titties, fingered her pussy then clamped his mouth over hers while his cock invaded her sex.  The girl did squirm some—but that was normal.  Norm clamped a hand to her delicious little butt and gently ever so gently made with the entry into her body.
	Dom thought he would spaz out—the feeling was intense and very muchly satisfying.  Norm had to go slow and easy—the girl was a virgin and he didn’t really want to hurt her—‘specially she being kin an’ all.  Which brought up an interesting point,
	‘an if she weren’t?’
	‘What do you mean?’
	‘if she weren’t kin, weren’t related to you—would you care?’
	There was a short pause, then,
	‘No.’
	Once more, Dom was pleased.

	There wasn’t full vaginal penetration to Natalie, but repetitive doinking would take care of that.  Norm just wanted to get his dick head in, and a little more, then hump crazily until he creamed.  There was blood from breaking her hymen and that helped with the lubrication—and further penetration into her sex.  But being a man his big dick would cause too much trauma—he needed time and repeated penetration to break in the pre-teen’s snatch.
	Breaking into Rachel would be even more difficult—but Norm wanted it—desired it.  He would not be denied.  Rachel, though, was special to him—they had a special bond and with her he thought he would have a better chance at being naughty with her willingly.  But with her mind locked that worked, too.

	After spilling his love cream in and about Natalie’s poon, Norm then did slide up her body and titty fuck her until his flaccid cock became stiff again.  Once “hard” again in after only a few minutes of earnest humping, he poked his swelled cock into her mouth.
	‘it’ll be better later.’ Dom assured his Host, later when Natalie was herself but her mind trained into submitting sexually in all manners to her uncle.
	Norm didn’t cum off into niece’s mouth—his desire was hurried as the naked Rachel laying beside them ushered him into finishing up with Natalie to begin with her.
	Dom wanted to get on to Rachel, too.
	The eight year old was a typical child of eight; long silky red hair, a lovely face that was very round, sweet and very likable.  Norm spent a long time just staring at the naked wonder; her bald poon was a marvel and Dom the Invader didn’t mind the lingering lust.
	Soon, though, Dom had to prod his Host into getting on with the deeds to be done.  Norm didn’t mind and went to licking out his young niece—his mind going into a blur as he thought of the days to cum when the girl would willingly submit to him—stripping naked and giving him handjobs and blowjobs, along with laying out spreading her legs so he could lick her pussy AND fuck it!
	The thoughts of actually sticking his manhood into her girlhood enthralled the man and he ceased his infernal licking to mount her.  There was, of course, no way he was actually going to be able to “stick” her, penetrate her, insert his 44 yr old cock into her 8 yr old cunt.
	But he could lay it against her and hump happily, gouge the entrance to the child’s snatch with a gentle partial insertion of the bellhead of his johnny into her Shirely.
	A great coating of man juice spilled onto the child’s snatch; a great relief there was for both Host and Invader.  Norm humped tenaciously onto Rachel’s cunt, straining and going thru the motions (and emotions) just as if he were IN her cunt.
	For the finale he moved up her body to rest on her chest and hump.  At eight the girl was just beginning to “sprout” and become lumpy.  For a minute or two he rest there, thinking of taking baths with her—watching her on the toilet, listening to her fart, laying her across his lap and spanking her…
	Soon he was once more hard and probing her—entering into her mouth until he was near to blasting off again.

*

New way of life
	The Willow family would take some time to fully accept their “new way of life”—a sexual life.  But for the most part they would submit sexually to Norm’s desires; the girls would go naked or at the very least in their panties when he was at their home.  The girls, too, would suck his dick, his balls, and face.  In turn, Norm would lick their cunnies, their bung holes, and anywhere else he desired.  All on approval of the girls’ mother, too.
	And the girl’s mother, Catherine, was equally submissive.  With Catherine, Norm was at least able to “get some”.  Whenever he wanted he could have Catherine strip and submit to his desires—she normally didn’t take dick up the ass—but with Norm’s desire to plug her there she did.
	Of course there were the security measures, too—Catherine was in law enforcement and a mother—anyone messing with her children was a no-go.  It was that week needed to re-wire the woman and her family to be utterly submissive and accept without hesitation the “new way of life.”

In the meantime…
Helping out the Cause
	The First Cause
	Norm Nachum didn’t spend all of his time at his stables, there were others there who helped run the place giving him time to do outside stable business.  With Dom the Entity there were other outside stable business to do.
	Such as,
	The every popular Spy Games!
	Just a few blocks down from the Willow home and the duo came upon an interesting sight worthy of investigation.  Dom had finally managed to manage his abilities—those abilities that had been transferred from his defunct EMAD to himself (somehow.)  This allowed him to shimmy the aura surrounding his Host and thusly—enable invisibility.
	A pencil neck geek in a misaligned Hawaiian shirt stumbled up the steps to a modest house.  Two oil stains in the driveway indicating that two cars at least parked there overnite—they weren’t there so who was home?
	A cute girl approx. 13 yrs. young opened the door.
	The boy had a handful of flowers and a particular (pur)suit on his mind.  He was dressed in an odd color of orange—red hair adorned his head, an out-of-date orange jacket more suited for lounge singers, lounge lizards, or golfers.

	Tan slacks and shoes also adorned the boy, who was also approx thirteen years young.  He was a geek.  But a nice fellow nonetheless.  The girl was way out of his league—way out.  She was polite though; long lovely auburn hair, a sweet face, pleasing titties, and in a lovely green top with a long flowing blue skirt.
	What was said on the onset was missed as Dom/Norm first had to deal with getting into position—this after dealing with being rendered dizzy after becoming invisible to sight.
	Once in the immediate presence of the two teens it was clear that the clear was nervous—not that she regarded her potential suitor as a threat; she was actually home alone and a boy anywhere near her or the house was absolutely forbidden.
	It seemed, though, that the boy was merely there to offer the flowers and to ask if she was actually indeed free for the night of their junior high school dance (like the rumor he had heard earlier.)
	The girl was a classmate of the boy, of course, and didn’t want to hurt his feelings.  But the boy, Albert Delvin, was a geek.  A well known, geek, too.  She just couldn’t be seen with him—
	‘invite him inside.’
	That of course was met with heavy resistance—her parents absolutely forbid a boy in the house when they weren’t there.  
	‘step back, invite him inside.’ Dom the Invader insistent.
	He had to “insist” two more times before SUCCESS!
	Geek boy Albert was taken aback but dutifully stepped inside the threshold—his cock was hard and ready to blow off right then and there.  The boy had potential and Dom was all for helping out the cause.
	 ‘go bedroom.’
	The peppy sweet girl paused a moment before accepting the mind intrusion—she then smiled sweetly and did a quick twist and scampered off to her bedroom—with Albert in hot pursuit (his hard teen cock proceeding him.)
	Once in the girl’s room the fun began.  Dom had her stand still so as he could get a better look of her.  She was a beauty; for thirteen she had some remarkable poise.  Very nice titties on a very nice young bod.  She was a neat person, too—no underwear on the floor, the room was clean and scented with a floral scent.  Teddy bears and other assorted goofy plush toyu animals were in a corner chair, on her bed, and up in a great fishing net in a corner up at the ceiling.

	The girl’s outfit was a two-piece—Dom had her slip off the top piece first, lose the bra and stand nicely before the awestruck boy who was fifty/fifty under the influence of the EMAD.
	“Whoa!” he breathed.
	‘g’head, touch ‘em.’ Dom Minded to the boy.
	Nervously the young lad reached out and cupped Kayleen’s breasts.
	The boy could scarcely breathe—he made strange audible sounds as his fingers fondled the girl’s breasts.  He was instructed on tweaking the nipples which nearly sent the poor horny virgin lad into orbit.
	When probed into his mind if he were in fact a virgin—Dom discovered that he was basically normal in pleasing himself in the shower and in bed; there was also an incident regarding fingering and then humping on (no penetration) of a young niece.
	‘take your clothes off—all of them.’ Dom instructed Kayleen.
	Kayleen hesitated a moment or two—had a curious face of “huh?” but eventually slipped off her skirt then pushed down her panties and was nude.
	It was Dom’s Host that went into orbit then—the girl was hot; for thirteen she was really nice.  Dom agreed, too.
	‘your turn.’
	Albert didn’t hesitate—he stripped off his clothes; he fell once while trying to hurriedly strip off his slacks with his shoes still on.  Kayleen remained still, motionless—her mind was locked.  While Albert continued to get to his skin suit, Dom lightly probed the girl for any useful information.
	Like Albert, she only occasionally fingered herself—in the shower and in bed.  She was horny and curious about sex but afraid of diseases and pregnancy.  Like everyone else in the free world—she was aware of EMADs and other forms of Mind Control—which only made her more curious about being overtaken and forced into sexual depravity.  She didn’t want t be hurt but was acutely curious about being fucked.
	Young Albert had finally got naked—the head of his teen prong was very soiled and as he lay on the floor Dom simply had him remain there while his “girl” positioned herself on her knees to “service” him.  Kayleen had never given “head” before, of course, and the deed somewhat was not appealing to her.  The “taste” of Albert’s cock, though, was surprisingly not all that distasteful.
	Albert was “gonesville.”  His first blowjob.  It was beyond mindboggling, way beyond.  The sensation was staggering to his young impressionable mind—he liked it (a lot!)

	Before he blew his load off in her mouth, however, Dom had the girl come up onto him and settle on his cock.  Being deflowered was both painful and yet sensationally pleasurable.  It made her instantly sore, though, but the penetration of young Albert’s cock was a done deal. 
	Clamping his hands onto Kayleen’s ass Albert made diligent thrusts UP into his girl, reeling euphorically with each motion.  Kayleen had mixed feelings but as the pumping ritual commenced onward it got a little better.  She was still very much sore but there was a unique tingling feeling that she liked and she herself also began to hump.
	Norm was beside himself as he positioned himself directly behind the “action”; he was greatly enthralled to see young Albert’s cock sliding up into Kayleen’s cunt.  It was a big turn on for him and he began caressing the girl’s ass, squeezing the cheeks and fingering her hole.  Kayleen was oblivious in part due to Dom’s mind doings to her and partly due to her desires.  She shuddered and winced at the same time and when probed in wonderment if she wanted to “cease” what was happening—she said No.

	The sight of blood on his schlong freaked the boy out—he had limited knowledge about “busting cherries” and the consequence thereof.  Kayleen wasn’t too thrilled herself.  The two made for the bathroom and showered whereupon with his cock cleaned and rinsed and then lathered up—with the dutiful help of Kayleen, young Albert stuffed himself into Kayleen’s poon again.
	The warm water and the repetiveness of the fuck helped soothe (somewhat) Kayleen’s discomfort.  With the shower stuff done the two stepped out to dry one another off whereupon Albert—on his own, began suckling on Kayleen’s titties.  This gave the boy a tremendous boner and once more, Kayleen sucked it.
	It was different this time—possibly ‘cause it was freshly clean and a tad bit harder.  She sucked, fondled his balls and got horny herself.  But the mouth action from the girl wasn’t enough to get Albert off; Dom had the girl rummage thru the medicine cabinet finding a particular “lube” just for such occasions.  An occasion of where the cock was lathered with a generous smearing of petroleum based grease and then the cock insert into a super tight funk hole.
	Kayleen was equally virginal there.
	Was.
	It was tight going just the same with Kayleen resisting all the way.  But it was a natural and a given.  Dire determination on Albert’s part, though, paved the way for full anal penetration and he was a happy humper.

	Kayleen not so much.
	Now her young cunny ached and so did her asshole.
	But it was just the beginning.
	Albert gripped the girl’s hips and gently as possible he humped butt; his eyes closed he was basically operating on his own will taking the mental interpretational instructions from Dom as his own inner voice and will!  
	Kayleen was a little less than On Her Own but like Albert was accepting mental input as her own.  While she was hammered in the ass she fingered herself and that helped ease her discomfort level.
	Albert took all of three minutes before unleashing a torrential load of young teen spunk.  His eyes fluttered as he strained, he pumped hard, strained, pumped harder until finally he was done and done.  Pulling out he was in awe at the sight of Kayleen’s asshole as big as his cock’s girth.  His cum oozing out was interesting, too—then watching as the girl’s asshole slowly snapped back shut.
	“Whoa!” he breathed.

	Right on the bathroom floor they did it again.  Kayleen’s poon was indeed sore but she kind of liked it.  She was invigorated and actually couldn’t “get enough”.  She also liked being on top.  Albert didn’t care, as long as his cock was IN the girl it didn’t matter if her was on top or bottom.
	The two did it once more in her bedroom—that was when Norm could hold back no more—nor could his Invader.  Albert was “put to sleep” which was easy to do as he was well worn out anyways.  Kayleen was lulled into a bliss with her mind believing the doinking she received from Norm was actually from her studly stud, Albert.
	Norm didn’t care.  He nailed the girl on her bed—she laid width wise with her legs up Norm’s chest and his prick buried to the hilt IN her pussy.  Dom saw, though, in his Host’s mind that the images of younger girls (and boys.)
	Norm humped his fill of the girl—in her pussy anyways; then, like with Albert, they showered whereupon while doing so Norm—like Albert had done, doinked the girl up the butt.  Then, while dying off—got a delicious blowjob.  Unlike Albert, however, Norm was able to fill the girl’s mouth with his love juice.
	Strangely, Kayleen liked it.  It was at first appalling and very disgusting, but then something was ignited within her and she jerked Norm’s cock until he splashed a hellacious load all over her face and tits.  She sucked him dry, sucked his balls, and desired to be fucked silly.
	Norm was only too happy to oblige.

Dirty deeds done dirtier
	“A doinking we will go, a doinking we will go; hi to the ‘ho and there I go, a doinking we will go!”
	Norm Nachum wasn’t himself—to be rendered invisible and then be able to scrog on two helpless hapless young teens put the middle aged man and then some into a realm he had never known but always wanted to.  Sliding his bone in thirteen Kayleen Payton had been an enormous awe to him; he had filled all three of her holes with his johnny, creamed in them, repeated the filling, spanked her; showered with her and frolicked therein, too; then doinked the boy for good measure as Dom liked boys and so did Norm (although Norm preferred HIS boys to be a bit younger.)
	He just wasn’t himself.  But it was only the beginning—only.

*

	Even further in the woods the sounds of something familiar brought attention.  There were two children who were spotted in the bushes and it was evident that they were spying.  They were all kinds of giddy and it was obvious that what they were spying on was worthy of investigation.
	Dom and his Host were well pleased.  Beyond the bushes in a small clearing were two young peoples—two teenage lovers, naked.  The teen girl lay on her clothes and was a lovely sight—‘specially naked.  The boy with her was approx. same age with a raging boner.  The boner the girl toyed with, played with it lovingly and giggled.  The girl’s breasts were nice, supple with perky perked nipples--the boy played with those.
	The girl, Janey Dane, fifteen, had lovely golden hair in some style or other just to her shoulders.  She had a good body with a trimmed “trim.”  Her horny boyfriend was a year older, dark hair, hairy balls, somewhat muscular, and sported a more than average cock.
	Janey toyed with Scott’s cock—slowly opening her legs.  Scott held off for as long as he could before rolling onto his equally horny girlfriend.  He didn’t make a quick horndog insertion—not just yet.  He spent some time kissing on her, pawing her breasts, and fingering her pussy before penetrating her.  Slowly his cock slowly entered into her sex—much to the awe of Janey’s spying eyes.  Beside the young girl was her best friend, Harry.
	Harry was in awe, too—and something else was in awe (on Harry’s young body!)

	Sara could hardly contain herself as she watched her sister’s boyfriend; it was mindboggling and inasmuch gave her friend Harry a tingling sensation between his legs—it also teased her, too.  The two eight year olds watched as Scott’s “cock” slowly but surely went ALL THE WAY IN—into where Janey peed from.
	Janey thrashed about some but didn’t appear to be in distress.  She called out Scott’s name, God’s name, His Son, and then cussed using the Big Cuss Words (Fuck, Shit, G-damn it, etc.)  Sara and Henry were just awe and as the two teens in the clearing got into rhythm of sex, Sara and Henry slipped quietly away.
	Dom and Norm followed.

	Not far, just to where some backpacks were where the group had come to rest after their trek into the woods.  Henry walked funny and when Sara noticed she asked ‘Why?’ and Henry oblivious shrugged and looked down to his pee-pee that was “poking” out his pants.
	Sara giggled and Henry blushed.
	“Something’s wrong with it.” Henry chimed.
	“Maybe you need to let it out.”
	Henry blushed more and began unzipping his short walking shorts—all unaware that his young impressionable mind had been “taken over.”

	With his shorts and underwear at his ankles the cute (handsome) eight year old boy stood with a nice erection proudly before him.  Henry Woo was a nice lad, well mannered, eight years young, and of Chinese heritage.  Before him stared a wide eyed Sara, his best friend of almost a year.  
	‘reach out—stroke it.’
	Sara cocked her head, blinked her eyes, then somewhat timidly reached her hand out and began to lightly stroke Henry’s cock.  Young Henry Woo liked—a lot!  He stood giggling and grinning and seemingly getting even harder.
	‘take off your clothes.’
	Sara stopped stroking her friend’s schlong and began undoing her own short walking shorts and letting them fall to her ankles.  Then came down her pinkish panties.  Henry’s eyes were glued to the girl’s bare naked cunny.  Off came Sara’s thin outer jacket and then her shirt and undershirt.  She stood naked and was quite lovely (for being merely eight years young.)

	‘on your knees.’
	Obediently Sara moved to her knees and poised herself right before the giggling awed Henry Woo.  Again, and somewhat on her own, too, Sara examined Henry’s cock with her eyes—then her hands.  She both stroked the boy’s dick as well as fondled his balls all before being coerced into cock sucking.
	Dom had no problem overtaking the kids’ minds and didn’t even need to be very forceful about it.  Both were very willing to participate and accepted the “commands” in their minds without question.
	Sara found the “taste” of her best friend’s cock a little strange—but not distasteful.  She sucked, taking the whole of the three incher with some glee, even devouring the boy’s hairless “sac.”
	Little Sara was good—and good looking, too.  Dom knew that Norm wasn’t going to last too much longer.  The cute little eight year old continued her steady work on her friend’s schlong for some minutes before Dom put her to lay out on her clothes—legs opened wide.
	Henry nearly fainted—Norm was ready to bust, too.

	Laying on his best friend young naked Henry Woo humped against her pee-pee.  Henry liked—Sara felt some tinglings from the deed but was mostly overwhelmed by the whole affair.  Henry humped on his own for a while before Dom egged him on and provided him the intricate details on fucking.
	Quickly Dom had to soothe Sara’s mind as her young body was penetrated.  Henry’s prong was of no significance but did breech her virginity and for an instant that was discomforting if not disconcerting.  Sara gave out a little whelp of anguish but was quickly soothed (by Dom’s intrusion) and lulled her into a realm of pleasure.

	For an encore—little Sara lay on top of Henry.  His little pud at times “slipped out” but Sara put it back in and continued their fucking.  All the while the two giggled.  They weren’t particularly good at what they were doing and didn’t particularly derive a lot of pleasure from the deed that they done—but they weren’t experts at what they were doing, either.  
	Young Henry gripped Sara’s delicate ass and humped UP and in some ways DID derive pleasure that he definitely wanted to enjoy time and time again.  Sara was a little unsure ‘cause there was more discomfort than pleasure from her cunny.  Dom assured her, though, that it would get better and intensified for her the pleasure level.
	She fucked young Henry’s brains out.

	Janey was doing likewise to Scott.  As was Henry, Scott found himself on his back with his cock buried to the hilt into Janey.  Janey was in command, she sat up and moved just her hips up and down on her lover, clenching her cunny muscles as tightly as she could and more than once she “turned herself around” performing the nationally known advanced sex technique known as Around the World.
	Great spasms Janey began, her flat tummy began to undulate while her lover groped her breasts; his teen prong surging and filling Janey’s cunt until the magnificent explosion erupted and they fell together arms and legs akimbo.

	Not far away Sara and Henry were doing somewhat likewise—but more clumsily doing so.  They were still “coupled” but had rolled to their sides.  Henry definitely enjoyed fucking.  Sara was getting to like it; it was still new to them both and Dom had a little more “work” to rewire their young impressionable minds.
	Henry was on top of Sara when they were suddenly BUSTED!
	Janey and Scott had “finished up” and after a time realized that they hadn’t come out into the woods alone quickly dressed and went searching for the kids.  Janey was beside herself and didn’t know what to do; Scott got an instant boner (although it wasn’t clear if he got the boner as a result of seeing young Henry naked or Sara!)
	Before Sara could get her wits and freak out—she was “overwhelmed.”  She was stopped in mid freak out; Scott required very little Mind Working from Dom the Entity and none was required for Sara or Henry but they had their minds “stunned” just the same so as Dom could have his Host become visible and lesson the strain of power energy spent from Dom.
	Dom then centered his energy onto Janey.
	‘take off your clothes.’
	Janey’s mind was a virtual blank and Dom was easily able to command her.  He was spent himself, though, due to maintaining his Host’s invisibility aura or he would have peeked into her mind to learn of any narly secrets.
	Janey stripped to her skin and stood giving Norm a reason to live.
	‘take off your clothes.’ Dom commanded of Scott.
	Scott was only too willing to strip down—and neither he or Janey were rightly aware that they were “under the influence” of any Minding intrusion.

	Janey stood before Scott eyeing his “one-eyed” monster, smiling, and taking it all in.  And speaking of “taking it all in” she did.  After griping the teen’s cock, squeezing it, tugging on it back and forth until it was very nearly ready to squirt off onto her sweet face—she took it into her mouth for a five minute cock suck—then got squirt juice onto her sweet face.
	‘suck his balls.’
	As Scott’s cock emptied fully his love cream onto her face and then her sunny golden hair, Janey “happily” gobbled his nut sac.  This of course got Scott hard and watching young Sara and Henry laying down with their legs open fondling themselves equally pressed Scott to get hard(er).
	After a few minutes of ball washing Janey stopped and laid out on the ground—legs open.  Scott went down between her opened legs and began licking out her cunny—although he had done this act before—he hadn’t done so with company present.
	Sara and Henry flanked the two teens watching up close and personal as Scott licked out Janey’s cunt.
	“Wow.” uttered Sara.
	“Holy smokes!” blurted Henry.
	Scott lapped his tongue all about Janey’s sensitive cunny; it trembled, shuddered, and became very moist.  Scott had talent, natural talent and engulfed the whole (not the HOLE) of the girl’s cunt, cupped her butt and drove his tongue into her sex.
	Janey thrashed.  She bucked Scott’s face and	 her young lithe body made ripples from head to toe (and back again.)  she was cumming
	Scott had tired, though, and his cock was on fire—and it would only be soothed with a quick insertion into Janey’s quim.  And that was just what he did—on his own, too.
	Little Sara sat with legs folded fingering her poon and watching in absolute awe Scott’s actions.  Henry did likewise but was mostly eyeing Janey’s titties jiggle.  His little pud was stiff as a board and he hammered like never before (and he hadn’t.)
	Scott once more eased his teenhood into Janey’s cunt.  He had been there a few times before but amazingly her cunny remained steadfastly and cock pleasingly snug.  Janey looked up to her lover with admiration; she wrapped her arms about his neck and accepted his love tool.  For the moment they were operating all on their own.

*

	What Janey’s thoughts were were unknown as she looked upon her little sister laying naked on top of Scott.   Scott’s hands were clamped tightly to Sara’s little butt, his cock was not IN her, but pressed hard against her delicate sex.
	Of course, young Henry was on Janey.  Of course!
	Truly did Scott want to “bust” his way into little Sara; but was fearful of hurting her and in deeper fear of the young girl’s sister, his girlfriend.  None of the group were in realization that they were “under the influence” of another.  They all perceived that they were operating on their own and what they did was acceptable.
	Scott gripping Sara’s hips worked her up and down the length of his cock.  Little Sara straddled his waist grinding her young sex against his powerfully hard schlong.
	Henry couldn’t stop grinning.  He blushed from head to toe as his little yinjing gouged its way against Janey’s lovely cunt.  Janey clutched the boy’s sweaty ass and worked his yingjing into her body.
	Scott made some progress in his vaginal attempt, just the head a bit more.  Thankfully young Henry had paved the way when he had breeched Sara’s cunny but still—Henry’s yingjing was nothing in comparison to Scott’s cock!  
 	As Sara felt the intense pressure of Scott’s pleasure, she began to react (as she should.)  Dom worked tediously to soothe her mind and alleviate the distress.  Then he worked just as tedious to prompt Scott to go ahead and make the penetration.  He didn’t have to make FULL entry, but Dom wanted to see the head of the boy’s cock disappear into the young girl’s cunt.
	“Wo kao!” blurted Henry as his cock began to enter into that realm of concentrated and extreme pleasure.  Wo kao the Mandarin slang for “fuckin’ awesome!”
	The boy humped and got off on doing so.  
	The babe beneath him got off equally so.
	Scott and Sara were engaged in a rapid fest of their with young Sara still experiencing not so much pleasure as she was discomfort.  Dom had to use all his mental abilities to soothe as Scott’s cock made more and more vaginal entry into her.
	Soon, though, the young girl’s cunny was getting anointed and made the act of their illicit union a little more tolerable.  Great squirts of Scott’s cock filled Sara’s young quim—Scott was very elated (and spent.)  Sara was just relieved that it was over.  (well, not quite over…)

	Janey had never-ever molested in anyway her sister Sara.  She had never-ever had any sexual thoughts in regards to her sister, or any other girl of any age.  But in the noonday sun, Janey sat on her knees, head down tonguing out her little sister’s cunt while the boys, Scott and Henry sat on their knees behind them—watching.
	Little Sara wriggled as she was tongued—Janey had a finger up the girl’s poop chute, too, and this only enthused Scott and Henry more.
	“Hùnzhàng!” blurted Henry (son-of-a-bitch!) his eyes were glued to Janey’s dancing-wiggling ass; there was her fuckable asshole and oh-so fuckable cunt—which was still dripping her essence.  The boy trembled as he played with his hard yinjing.  Scott, beside him, was fascinated, too, and worked his own yinjing in wonderment.
	Soon Henry was scooting forward, rising up and angling his cock into a receptacle on Janey’s body.  Henry made other Chinese statements, mostly under his breath as his yinjing entered Janey’s asshole.  Janey didn’t pause as she was penetrated, she placed a hand back to her delicate butt and pulled a cheek.  Young Henry dutifully made a thrust and was in.
	As Henry fucked, Scott’s eyes fell onto the young boy’s sweaty very tan ass.  Dom had his mind full keeping Scott on even keel—keeping him from jerking off until he was IN a hole—any hole.  The teen had a deep desire and Dom was willing to help out the cause.

	After a few minutes and Henry showing signs of wearing out, Janey was paused in her tonguing out her sister’s already sore aching cunt.  The little girl turned around—repositioning herself under her big sister, having an up close and very personal viewing of Henry’s butt fucking action.
	Henry “butt fucked” a little more but reached the point of where he was spent and pulled out.  Scott stepped up and plugged Janey’s hole and fucked furiously for several minutes squirting off a massive wad of love that spilled out of the girl’s hole and down onto Sara’s sweet face.
	Scott was done.  He lay on his back masturbating in total oblivion.
	Janey and Sara remained where they were, poised as they were; Henry, too.  Janey suddenly felt intense pressure once more in her asshole.  She breathed hard, held her breath, breathed hard again and was once more well fucked in the ass.
	Norm was pleased.  He gripped the girl’s ass hips and went for broke sodomizing the teen until once more her hole was filled to overflow with fresh spunk.  The ooze oozed out of the girl’s puckering hole and once more dripped down onto Sara’s already coated face.