August Moone
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 48
Stand Alone Story

Decent into Horror
Final Chapters
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and yet, even more scoring
	In the shower with the water cascading down her backside she endured being reamed.  There wasn’t a lot of pleasure from being dicked in the ass, but boys seemed to like it.  But there was some joy in the deal—mostly ‘cause it was naughty, it was wrong and illegal to participate in, and if Mom and Dad caught them at it—they were dead.
	Simon gripped his sister’s hips and plowed away.  If he had a condom handy, or had Lucy, then he would have boned her right there on the bathroom floor.  But no condom and she had already sucked his cock, got pissed on, they made for the shower where they enjoyed several minutes of serious brother and sister loving.
	After showering, they dried.  Then,
	“Hey,” Simon said, “you want me to shave it?”
	Lucy was so-so about shaving her snatch, or having it shaven; she had only had pubes a short while and nit-wit Simon was hot about shaving her!  She shrugged and laid herself out on the floor, opened her legs, and let her brother shave her.
	He did a good job, Mary shaved her pussy and shaved HER pussy, too.  Lucy shaved Mary’s cunt a couple of times and was curious if her Dad shaved her Mom?
	After shaving, Simon’s cock was hard.  Giggling they scampered to Simon’s room where he got out a condom.  Lucy put it on then laid out on his bed where brotherly love took on a whole new meaning.
	Lucy had to admit, Simon was good.  Of course, her only sexual experience was with her sister Mary, Tammie her best friend and her dog, Comet the Wonder.  Simon seemed to have either a natural ability or something, he was gentle and did a good job—meaning he brought her to orgasm and that was a good thing.

	Just as Simon was giving it his all, cumming off, sister Mary opened the door.  Simon didn’t care and Lucy doubly didn’t care.  She was a little alarmed, Simon was, too—he knew he’d get busted by someone eventually; but his cock was in command and cumming off took precedent over embarrassment and consequences.
	Besides, Simon saw that Mary was calm, naked, and not raving.  
	After Simon pulled out (and pulled off the condom) he lay off to one side his cum squirter shooting out more and more cum, soiling Lucy’s freshly shaven snatch.  Mary licked her lips and walked over, got on her knees on the floor, leaned onto the bed and blew Simon’s mind—she began licking clean Lucy’s cunt.
	Simon watched, smiled, and watched.
	Mary did a good job and cleaned up all of her brother’s spilled spillage—then she took his cock into her mouth and pleased him beyond his belief.  She began to get deeply involved and Simon liked—a lot!  Lucy lay fingering herself until Mary and Lucy got overly horny and booted her out of the bed.  Lucy left to go wash her pussy.
	As she stood in the bathroom washing her fresh fucked cunt, brother Matt happened in.  Butt naked.  Cum still dripped from his cock and he stood admiring his young sib.
	“Been busy?” he asked.
	Lucy jumped, jolted and grabbed her chest where her heart used to be.
	“DON’T DO THAT!” she bitched to him.
	He smiled, chuckled and laughed it off, but didn’t take his eyes off her fine nude body.  Lucy stared at Matt’s throbbing bone, her fresh fucked cleaned cunny pulsed, tingled and became instantly “moist.”
	“Oh my God,” she breathed, ‘I want that.’
	Matt gave his bone a stroke, waggled it, then moved into the bathroom…

Spy games
	There’s “doing it” in the backseat of your Dad’s Chevy; there’s the boring bedroom; the bathroom shower and/or floor; the kitchen table; living room sofa, coffee table, floor by the fireplace.  There’s necking with Homerun at Lover’s Leap, Point, and Vista.  There’s “gettin’ it on” at school—behind the gym, under the bleachers, behind study hall…
	There’s getting a hummer in the darkened movie theater; there’s humping in the camping trailer parked beside the house; there’s blatant screwing in the park, at the beach, along a mountain trail.
	There’s humping in the snow, in the rain, in a field of flowers.

	Ruthie and her friend Jeffery screwed on the roof of Jeffery’s house.
	There was a trapdoor for some reason in the attic right above Jeffery’s room.  The door led to a spot where the chimney and three sections came together forming a unique “hiding spot.”  Jeffery came there a lot, usually when he was sad, pissed off, or in trouble.  There were great elms that somewhat shielded the unique spot and Jeffery often laid out there at night watching the stars and the moon pause o’er head.
	For some reason, Chad was giving Ruthie a wide birth, avoiding her.  She couldn’t imagine why…  Oh well, there were other boys to please her;  Jeffery for one.  
	Just after school, and seeing Chad Rogers hightail it away from Ruthie, Ruthie set her eyes on Jeffery Gamby.  They held hands and made it to the underpass that went under the roadway on the lee side of the school.  They waited until a large group of students had passed thru; then, right in about the middle they got a little freaky.
	With their bodies pressed together Ruthie pressed her hand against the outline of her lover’s bulge.  They kissed and Jeffery’s hands went roaming all over Ruthie; her sides, breasts, butt, backside, butt again.  Soon Jeffery’s hands were slipping inside her pants…
	Ruthie unzipped Jeffery’s pants, fished out his cock and worked it to an even more harder state of being.  Jeffery liked, a lot!  Ruthie had a talented hand and her handiwork on his cock was terrific.  Soon the girl was sliding down rubbing the boy’s cock onto her face.
	From rubbing to sucking.
	She was a good sucker, she had a talented mouth as well as hand!
	Jeffery watched for intruders, but mostly just reeled in the joy of being blown.  He moved his hips and could hardly stand it as his cock was serviced.  Ruthie’s talented mouth worked delirious magic on his tool, she popped it out to rub it all over her face, masturbate it, and tease it before popping it back into her mouth.
	At length she stood, grinning.
	Jeffery stood, delirious.
	Ruthie undone her shirt and popped up her bra cups.
	Jeffery’s eyes bulged, his cock surged, and in some sort of funk he cupped his hands to Ruthie’s young tender mounds.  As he did so, Ruthie undone her light gray corduroys…

	In the underpass there were handrails running along the walls; Ruthie’s bare ass was precariously perched on one of the slick iron rail, her young lover Jeffery pounding tenaciously into her hot fuckable cunt with a deliberate cause.
	Young Jeffery was at a critical point of just about ejaculating but just couldn’t break over the edge—but he was right there.  He continued pumping, watching Ruthie’s sweet face, her bouncing titties, but still couldn’t seem to breech the load.
	Suddenly there were voice, more students coming into the underpass.
	“SHIT!” bitched Jeffery.
	The two grabbed their clothes, only Ruthie was nude, ‘cept her socks.  They fled to the opposite end where Ruthie flew into her clothes hurriedly, Jeffery angrily pulling himself together.
	Exiting the underpass they headed home.  

	“Wanna come to my place?” Jeffery asked as they crossed Park Way at Almhurst St.  Ruthie shrugged, “Ok.”
	The reason being, Jeffery had no siblings and his parents both worked, so there would be no interruptions.  Ruthie had siblings and parents who could “show up” whenever.  Jeffery hated being interrupted, ‘specially when he was about to have an orgasm!
	At Jeffery’s home the two helped themselves to some soda, settled into talking about their school, class, classmates, teachers, and everyone they knew.
	“I gotta pee.” announced Ruthie.
	“You know where it is.” Jeffery said pointing with his head.  
	Ruthie made for the hall bathroom and shucked down her pants and panties, then as she peed and peed and peed, and farted, she shucked the pants and panties on off.  
	When she emerged from the bathroom moments later, she was nude.
	Smiling at Jeffery as she entered back into the kitchen she conveyed to him that they could resume their earlier action.  Jeffery nearly fell off of his barstool.  He smiled so big it hurt!  He couldn’t get out of his clothes fast enough!  
	The nude girl sauntered across the room to him, the boy stared at her, watching her—eyeing her nakedness.  It was too much to take in and it was more or less totally fucking unbelievable!
	With Ruthie standing before him they embraced and began kissing, again.  Jeffery’s hands went all over the nude girl; mostly her sides and backside, then her ass.  His cock was pressed right up against her…

	Ruthie smoothed her hands over Jeffery’s backside, squeezing and then spanking his butt.  This only made Jeffery go insane; his embrace tightened, his tongue darting all about inside Ruthie’s mouth, his passion escalating out of control.
	Soon they were on the kitchen table—well, Ruthie was.  Laying out her lover-stud glided into her cunny his love tool and they commenced to a lovely fuck.  Jeffery was awed at fucking, his cock surging uncontrollably going thru numerous (but pleasurable) levels of sensation(s).
	They fucked hard, scooting the table on the stone tile floor, making a lot of noise (mostly pent up Jeffery—who was still unable to achieve his ultimate cock pleasing goal) and reaching new heights of sexual appeasement in Ruthie—although she would have likened a few other idiosyncrasies (spanking, more spanking, hard spanking, then fucking, followed by spanking.)
	Finally, though, Jeffery’s bone unleashed a torrent of love cream—Ruthie forgot to wrap his wiener in rubber but oh well, too late now.  The boy continued to hump, squirting repeatedly until there was no more to squirt.  His cock, though, remained stiff and so he continued humping.
	The two remained locked up for a time, pounding and scooting the table until Jeffery’s energy level took a nose dive and he had no more to give.  Pulling his cock out though proved otherwise, a great squirt of cum splurted out of Jeffery’s cock thoroughly coating Ruthie’s beaver.
	“WOW!” he exclaimed.  Ruthie fondled his balls and masturbated him pleasing him and blowing his mind even further than it was before.  Jeffery fingered the goo he had spilled onto her pussy.
	“Ewewe, yucky!” he exclaimed.
	“I need to wash it off.” she said, hoping that it would in prevention of pregnancy.  Staying on the table with her legs open Jeffery got a wet washcloth and wiped the girl’s cunt.  Ruthie fingered herself and got horny (hornier!)  Jeffery stood amazed, getting horny himself.
	But he had to pee, too.
	Ruthie fingered herself while she heard her lover peeing in the bathroom down the short hall.  Hoping off the table she went to him and watched him finish peeing, shaking, then flushing.  Curiously she wondered what it would be like to be peed on?  Simon pissed on her a few times, by accident…

	Roaming about the house nude was a kick.  Jeffery explained that he usually did so, just wandering around naked and sometimes scampering out to the backyard—luckily the fences surrounding the backyard were high and covered with vines and trees.
	Jeffery then smiled, and of all places to take Ruthie—he took her to the roof.  There was the backyard with the lush lawn, his bed, the hallway, the kitchen table, the bathroom.  But it was the roof that was most intriguing.
	Pulling the ladder down he did the chivalrous thing and allowed Ruthie to climb up first.  Of course he had an ulterior motive—Ruthie’s bare ass.  He got a great view, of her ass and cunt and everything.  Jeffery took it in, reveled in it, admire it, longed for it.
	In the attic they looked around at the “crap” stowed there; furniture, old toys, rummage sale stuff and so on.  Jeffery keeping his eye on Ruthie’s nakedness; he loved that ass!  It was cool to roam about in the buff, Jeffery had never seen anyone else nude but himself.
	At both ends of the attic there was a vent; round with the metal slats at an angle.  Ruthie stood at the one at the front of the house.  Jeffery stepped up beside her—the girl gripped his pud and played with it—staring out to the people walking past on the sidewalk outside—totally unawares of being spied and giggled on.
	After a time Jeffery pulled Ruthie to him and they began to kiss.  Their hands smoothing over the other’s nude body, butt grabbing and increasing their sexual lust.  When breaking the kiss for breath, Ruthie smiled and Jeffery felt his cock cumming off, squirting right on her belly.
	“Show me your roof.” Ruthie said giggling.
	The two nudies scampered to the loft ladder and up to the secret spot they went.  Ruthie was impressed.  It was outside, high up, and no one could see them, but they could see them!  Jeffery had blankets and a chaise lounge chair, along with a small tv, radio, paddle ball, junk food wrappers, and the like.  
	Laying out on the blankets the two lay side by side, “spying” on the neighbors.  From their vantage point they could see into the second story of the house next to Jeffery’s.  Inside there was something naughty going on in a bedroom.
	Next door was the Keetons.  On her knees was the lovely (very lovey) Mallory Keeton.  Standing in front of her was her brother, Alex.  He was seventeen, looked fourteen, acted twelve (and sometimes younger.)  He was a staunch Republican and stood butt naked with his seventeen year old cock buried to the hilt inside his sister’s mouth.
	Cool!

	Due to the angle, window curtains, seeing very much of the brotherly-sisterly love was not optimum.  Jeffery was more enthused with laying naked with Ruthie on top of his house than seeing Mallory suck off her brother.  Funny, though, he had never noticed them doing that before…
	What could be seen of the two sibs was good though, and it gave Jeffery a reason to live, got him hard enough to pound nails, and curious about Ruthie and her family.  He had a question for her but suddenly Ruthie became more enthused with the doings across the way.
	Alex was cumming.  He plowed his sister’s mouth and apparently, Mallory was good.  The boy pumped hard, fast, furious shooting gobs and gobs into Mallory’s mouth.  Jeffery knew the Keetons, he knew virtually everyone on his block.  Mallory Keeton was hot; tall, sexy, fantastic eyes, butt, crotch, and smile.
	Then there was her sister, Jennifer.  Mallory and Alex had brown hair while Jennifer had very blond honey blond hair.  Jeffery had many dreams (all wet) about boning Jennifer.  And her sister, Mallory.  
 	The thoughts caused him to become orgasmically charged and he lay on his side happily humping his hand.  Ruthie turned her attention to his doings, smiled, giggled and watched him before she rolled onto her back, opened her legs and let her ardent lover “get some.”

 	Up on the bed Alex Keeton lay—“getting some”, too.  His sister straddling him but Jeffery was miffed ‘cause he couldn’t see the actual penetration—it was a side view.  It was still good, though; both he and Alex seemed to be enamored with Mallory’s bobbing titties.
	Alex’s hands were clamped tightly to Mallory’s ass and they were fucking.  It was sensational!  It caused young Jeffery to be very horny and once more, he was serviced by the equally horny Ruthie—they 69ed.
	Jeffery was out of his mind, out of his body—his cock mostly was driving him crazy with untold feelings tantalizing his young bod.  No wonder sex was supposed to be for when you’re old, married—only old people could handle the feelings!
	Licking Ruthie’s pussy helped stem so of the tide, though, that was a plus.  With her laying on him sucking the life out of his cock he got a very up close and personal viewing of her cunt, ass, asshole.  It made his cock literally dance inside Ruthie’s mouth.
	Holding her cheeks open and licked her crack and filled her mouth with his love cream.  It was quick and sudden—shooting so quickly Jeffery didn’t know he had until he had!

	Afterwards, the two returned to spying on the Keetons.
	They found that the two naughty siblings just leaving the bedroom possibly going to the bathroom or somewhere else.  Then, just as they were out of sight and Ruthie/Jeffery were about to return to yet even more screwing—someone else came into view; it was difficult to discern but, it was none other than younger sib, Jennifer, and she had pulled herself UP from under the bed!
	OH!

*

	Genesis 
 	"And Adam knew his wife; and she conceived." This is the first sexual 
	  intercourse mentioned in the Bible.  4:1

"And Cain knew his wife."  That's nice, but where the hell did she come from?  The Bible doesn't mention any of Cain's sisters.  Well, maybe he married his mom. In any case, Cain and the mysterious Mrs. Cain have a son (give that incestuous man a cigar!).  His name is Enoch and he builds a city (population 3). 4:17

"And Adam knew his wife again; and she bare a son." Way to go Adam! 4:25

"The sons of God came in unto the daughters of men" producing "the mighty men of old, men of renown." 6:2, 4

The "just and righteous" Noah (6:9, 7:1) plants a vineyard, gets drunk, and lies around naked in his tent. His son, Ham, happens to see his father in this condition. When Noah sobers up and hears "what his young son had done unto him" (what did he do besides look at him?), he curses not Ham, who "saw the nakedness of his father," but Ham's son, Canaan. "A servant of servants shall he [Canaan] be unto his brethren." 9:20-25

"And Noah awoke from his wine, and knew what his younger son had done unto him."  What did Ham do? Did he just look at his naked father or was there something more to it than that? 

Some commentators have suggested that Ham committed homosexual rape on his drunken father, and that this was why Ham's descendants were eternally punished with slavery. 9:24

The two angels that visit Lot wash their feet, eat, and are sexually irresistible to Sodomites. 19:1-5

God kills everyone in Sodom and Gomorrah. This was because, so say the Christian Right, some homosexuals lived there. 19:4-5, 24-25

Lot refuses to give up his angels to the perverted mob, offering his two "virgin daughters" instead. He tells the bunch of angel rapers to "do unto them [his daughters] as is good in your eyes." This is the same man that is called "just" and "righteous" in 2 Pet.2:7-8. 19:8

Lot and his daughters camp out in a cave for a while. The daughters get their "just and righteous" father drunk, and have sexual intercourse with him, and each conceives and bears a son (wouldn't you know it!). Just another wholesome family values Bible story. 19:30-38

Leviticus
Don't "lie with any beast." You probably weren't planning on doing this, but now you know just in case you get the urge sometime. 18:23

If a man has sex with his father's wife, kill them both. 20:11

If a man has sex with his daughter in law, kill them both. 20:12

If a man has sex with another man, kill them both. 20:13

If you "lie" with your wife and your mother-in-law (now that sounds fun!), then all three of your must be burned to death. 20:14

Don't have sex with your sister, uncle's wife, or your brother's wife -- and tell them to wear clothes whenever you're around. 20:17, 19-21

Deuteronomy 
If you see a pretty woman among the captives and would like her for a wife, then just bring her home and "go in unto her." Later, if you decide you don't like her, you can "let her go." 21:11-14
And my personal fav:
You can't go to church if your testicles are damaged or your penis has been cut off. 23:1

 	There was a meeting with the mayor about the annual city’s prayer breakfast; counseling the new couple itching to get hitched; getting with Bert and getting onto him (subtly) about fixing the toilet and the heater in the Ladies’ Aux. Room.
	Things to do, places to go, eggs and milk to pick up on the way home.
	Things to do—things to do, but Reverend Eric Collins was sidelined.  With task book in hand, pen, car keys, he stood and was making for his door when in walked Mary with Lucy tagging behind.
	“Hi.” Mary said.  Lucy slipped around her sister, smiling and appearing a little embarrassed.
	“Hi.” returned Eric.  Then, “What’s up?”
	“We just came to visit.” Mary said with a smile—a strange but familiar smile.  Eric knew his children and knew them well, and knew when they were up to something.  Mary Marie was up to something, and she had Lucy along with her as an accomplice!

	Eric was leery, nervous, and unsure.
	Mary gave her Dad a strange look, the same look she gave him when she often came to visit for their private (sexual) sessions.  Eric began to sweat.  His eyes went from Mary to Lucy and back again to Mary.
	“What’s going on?” he asked for clarity.
	Mary smiled, tugged in her lower lip and nodded ever so subtly.
	Eric was astounded.  ‘Huh?’ then, ‘really?’ to wit Mary nodded, ‘yep, uh huh, really.’
	She embraced her Dad and received a lukewarm hug in return.
	After hugging Mary surreptitiously snaked her hand down to “cop a feel” of her Daddy’s manhood.  It had been in the Normal position until then.  At Mary’s searching and grasping of it, the cock got a little interested and became aroused.
	Eric, though, was still confused and leery.
	Mary was holding back, smiling and getting serious with her blatant fondling of her Daddy’s cock.  Lucy stepped up with her hands behind her, eyeing both her sister’s handiwork and then her Daddy’s eyes.
	Then, Mary was inching herself down…

	Just rubbing her face on his slowly growing bulge prompted Eric’s manly-fatherly manhood to stiffen and become more interested.  Lucy and he exchanged embarrassing glances; the younger sibling bashful, shy, and oh so pretty!  She was a bit of a tomboy, daring tomboy, sometimes mischievous, careless, but had a nice body—a very nice body.
	Eric closed his eyes with no particular thoughts in mind; all the while, his eldest daughter unleashed his trouser snake…

 	Eric rolled on the balls of his feet as the extremely talented Mary gobbled his dong.  She had talent!  She sucked the whole thang into her mouth, then worked it into a frenzy.  It was amazing!  Eric reeled, roaming his fingers thru his daughter’s hair as she serviced him like no other.  His personal thoughts were unknown, the traveling still ever wandering Entity had only the power of maintaining himself and not peeking into minds.
	Be that as it may, Mary sucked and sucked well and Eric loved it, loved it well.  At length, she popped the slicked up member out of her mouth and pressed it to her face.  While she did so Eric checked his other daughter who was gushing and seemingly very interested.
	‘go lock the door’ he conveyed to her with a look.  Lucy shuffled quickly to the open door; a secretary was down the hall, there was the janitor (asleep) and the music director (also asleep).  No one else was at the church (in physical being…)
	Mary pulled off her green top and unhitched her bra.  Eric watched her while masturbating his cock.  He was bewildered to say the least.  A look from Mary to Lucy and then Lucy calmly, slowly, and somewhat nervously and embarrassingly slipped off her own top.
	With the girls topless, Eric still with his mind in disarray, Mary pushed down her black skin tight pants.  Lucy held fast and waited.  Mary didn’t wait and pushed down her panties, too.  She was nude.  Returning to her Daddy’s cock she worked it again, sucking it, fondling his balls, sucking his balls, and sending her poor Daddy over the edge of comprehension.
	Mary made a yummy sound, popped the Daddy cock out of her mouth and said, “Mmmm, it’s even better than Simon’s!”
	This of course blew Eric’s mind.  Of course, it was a given, too—siblings often found each other sexually at one point or another in their lives and he let it be.  
	Lucy moved to her knees, eyed the one-eyed monster waggling hard before her; then, with Mary’s helping hand, put her own hand onto the throbbing prong—worked it back and forth a bit, then (just like with Simon) she engulfed it.

	There were similarities with Lucy’s cock sucking technique; she did make his eyes flutter, his balls surge, his cock strengthen and toes curl; and the simple fact that she was his daughter aided in his sexual lust.  Slowly he began to pump into the fourteen year old’s mouth—and like her sister, she pulled the member out to hump it against her face.
	Mary moved to her Daddy’s desk and positioned her for a doinking; ass on the edge, legs opened wide, pussy at the waiting.  Lucy stopped fooling around, stood and waited.  Eric was perplexed, fondled his balls and gave his cock a tug before moving to position himself before his naked willing oldest daughter.
	Eric’s mind was no longer his to control or command; this after his cock slithered effortlessly into his daughter Mary’s cock pleasing cunt; then he had the pleasure of watching his fourteen year old daughter slide down her blue pants.  She stood somewhat embarrassingly in gray cotton panties.
	His cock surged.  His desires increased ten-fold and then doubled as Lucy then pushed down her panties, stepped out of them and was butt bare assed naked!
	“Oh yeah!” he breathed.
	Mary giggled, Lucy blushed.

*

tsk tsk tsk
	She gripped his butt, squeezing it hard (but not so hard as to give her lover pain.)  She humped, she reeled in being humped, she thrashed some as her body tingled with sexual eruptions that were—sexual!
	Above her the sky was blue with wisps of thin white clouds.  The air was scented with the heavy dense growth of pines and cedars surrounding her (and her lover.)  Wildflowers were prevalent, too; chirping birds, noisy woodpeckers, and the voices of peoples in the nearby park.
	On her young stalwart and handsome Bobby Brady humped her.
	His ass was wonderful and made her cunny quake insatiably.  His little pud though not as long as her hubby’s did a wondrous job stabbing her womanhood just the same.  There wasn’t so much as sexual relief as was there with a large cunt filling cock, but the little puddling did a job of satisfying her just the same—due in part to the sexual nature of the illicit deed.
	Bobby Brady was eight years old!

	Annie Collins was not!  Annie was married, had five children, the oldest eighteen!  She was a member of a community church—due in part that her husband of twenty years was the Senior Pastor of the community church!
	But secretly, Annie had a passion for young boys.  Bobby Brady was a young boy and they often slipped out to the park for a walk (and other) when her friend, Carol, needed a babysitter to watch him.  Annie was always willing to watch a friend’s child, especially if it was a boy child.
	Though her husband’s cock did satisfy her sexually, she got off more with a younger pud drilling away at her ravenous cunt.  It was mostly due to the illegal and immorality of engaging in such a heinous naughty act more than being sexually pleased.  She toyed with the pud, sucked it, engulfed wholly the boy’s balls along with his cock; then laid herself out (somewhere) and took the boy on (between her legs.)
	She had in her possession an EMAD.
	It was very-very low-key.  How exactly she had come to have it was not known, to the traveling ever wandering Dom the Entity he determined that it would not be of very much use to him; from his determination, the minister’s wife’s EMAD was capable of zapping a mind, stunning it and making it possibly susceptible to verbal input:  ‘don’t tell on me’; ‘keep what we do a secret—forever and ever and ever.  Amen!’ along with other necessary inputs to keep her sexual lust for young boys a secret.
	It gave Dom a wonder if she did same with her own children, Simon and Matt came to mind.  But so far as he could tell, no, she hadn’t.  Possibly because that they were HER children and she had a problem with that—but didn’t have a problem being naughty with someone else’s children.
	Makes since to me!

	After finally getting her personal orgasm, Ms. Annie Collins frigged herself to completion, then stood young Bobby Brady up, sucked on his little tally and he peed on her!  Annie didn’t seem to mind!  She angled his whacker down to her very neatly trimmed muff and let him pee his fill.  When done, she sucked him some more!
	She couldn’t seem to get enough of the youngster; she hugged and squeezed him and pressed his naked wanger against her bared breasts, squeezed his bare butt and thoroughly enjoyed herself.
	Bobby seemed oblivious, a sign that he WAS under the influence of an EMAD.  As Annie continued having her way with the boy, some interlopers inadvertently were drawing near.  Dom shooed them away, ‘go away.’ he mind-told them.  

	Annie assumed a doggie-style position and tried to get Bobby to fuck her that way.  But it wasn’t happening, Annie’s arms weren’t long enough to keep him IN her or to get him to continuously hump her snatch.  Annie’s EMAD only could do so much and then no more.
	Dom intervened.
	Bobby Brady, eight, was easy for Dom the Entity.  Peeking into the youngster’s mind he saw that this was not his first sexual encounter—but not with Annie.  Er, he didn’t remember the encounters with Annie, but there were other encounters apparently with family members—specifically brothers and sisters.
	Dom figured Annie would love to know that.
	Dom saw that an older sibling was fucking Bobby in the ass, the older sib appeared to be about twelve or so and was very adamant about humping his younger brother, and another even younger!
	Then, there was more.  A young sibling sister Bobby was screwing, and present were the older brother sibling and a sister who was about a year younger (than the older sib.)
	It was apparent to Dom that the two younger ones were being taught the fine art of screwing, sibling incest and all that.  Dom made a note to “check the Brady family out.”
	Meanwhile, with Dom’s help, Bobby put his puddling into Annie’s quaking quim and the fucking began.
	Dom was miffed, though, that while in Entity form he was unable to “enjoy” the benefits of fucking.  He, too, was unable to “invade” as he had in the past.  Little Bobby or even Annie would be suiting; and he found that he was unable to peer into Annie’s mind like he had with Bobby (and others) as she was the possessor of the EMAD and its usage blocked his invasion efforts.
	The thoughts were beginning that he may be stuck forever as a wandering-bodiless entity—and that would just suck!

You suck, we suck, let’s change the alphabet
	And speaking of sucking—timid Wendy Maltrigger did a fine job, a fine job indeed.  It was mind blowing—along with cock blowing.  And the fact that she was twelve made it better.  Wendy M was the best friend of conniving sneak blackmailing Kathy (little sis of Matt Collins’ girlfriend.)
	And once more, it was Kathy who was still up to blackmailing him.  

	Matt wasn’t sure how exactly it had happened but he found himself in the garage (again) with his dick out.  Kathy was nude while Wendy was clad in her panties and bra.  After watching Kathy suck and suck, Wendy took her turn.  A blowjob was a blowjob and there really was no discerning who was better—‘’cept save for his sister, Mary—SHE could suck the chrome off a ’56 Buick!
	The girl stood back; grinning, mouth coated in Matt’s cum juice.  She was very embarrassed; Matt was very horny.  Then,
	“I gotta pee.” the timid girl announced.
	“Go ahead.” grinned back Matt, and when the girl began to move to grab her clothes and then scurry into the house to use the bathroom—Matt held her, smiling and conveying to her—‘go ahead, pee right there!  Right where you’re standing!’
	Wendy fidgeted, crossed her legs while standing and then began to shuck her panties; and again, Matt held her—he wanted to see her piss in her panties.  He stood nakedly before her, stroking his manhood, waiting.
	Wendy, shrugged, rolled her shoulders and glanced to the naked Kathy; then she closed her pretty blue eyes and seemingly concentrated.  She was a very pretty girl, brown hair just passed her shoulders and lovingly caressing her face.  She had nipples that stood out, some “mounds” supporting them, and cum drenching on her lips; then slowly (then quickly) she bean to pee.
	Matt watched as the girl’s panties at the crotch became quickly soaked with urine, then as the flow increased the pee streamed thru the powder blue panties coating her legs and then the cement floor.
	Matt stroked his organ harder very turned on!

	With Wendy on the low workbench counter, Matt Collins found a surprise—the girl wasn’t virginal!  After she had pissed herself, Matt slid her wet panties down but in the dim lit he couldn’t tell expertly that she was not a virgin.  With her body positioned on the counter, her legs opened wide and his cock up against her dick trench, he made the discovery.  She was still tight, incredibly tight.  And her de-virginized cunt wasn’t due to cock (of any kind) it was candles, bananas, and cucumbers—and Kathy, of course, was the culprit in helping that de-virginizing.
	Matt wasn’t going to go all the way into her, but the head of his dick went in and then a bit of shaft.  He pumped and found himself gliding a bit more into her and feeling that unique feeling of orgasmic bliss surging up from his toes to his balls.

	Young Wendy made a few faces, bit her lips inward with her nipples hardening even more.  Kathy sat on one side of her friend, legs open fingering herself royally as she watched the sex act—and whenafter Matt finally did cum, Wendy licked her friend’s young cum soaked pussy clean!
	Matt stood by, humping her head/hair, poking her ears and despite shooting off a magnificent wad of love TWICE he was ready to do so again!  And he did, into Kathy’s backdoor.

*
Bandits
	Bandit One emptied his ball juice onto his best friend, Bandit Two.	
	Bandit Two caressed the bare ass of his best friend, Bandit One.
	The two bandits, Simon and Tyler, hugged one another, kissing passionately and spilling their seed onto the other’s belly and/or balls.  When the ejaculation was done and done, Tyler slid down his naked friend’s body and engulfed the musty cum drenched testicle sac, sucking it clean.  Simon stood near delirious with his pud up against his friend’s forehead somewhat humping and becoming once more aroused.
	From ball washing to cock sucking, Tyler took Simon’s pride and stretched the shrinking member; squeezing the ass flesh and working the pud back to stiffness.  Simon thought of his sisters, his best friend’s Mom, his OWN Mom, Jill Blackberry, Tanya Smith, Erica Lowton, Ms. Greer, and a bunch of other bitches from his school, the school his sisters went to and other girls from the neighborhood.  He wanted them all, naked, legs open, taking him.
	The thoughts and desires got Simon’s cock hard again—and once it was Tyler laid out on his bed, pulling his legs back presenting himself.  Simon wasted no time and braced himself against the bed pushing his prong into Tyler’s willing rim.
	A cool breeze wafted thru the open window of Tyler’s upstairs bedroom, it seemed the perfect afternoon for “gettin’ some.”  The naughty-horny boys thoroughly enjoyed boning one another—handling the other’s bone, sucking, ball washing, and above all—ass splunking.
	Once Simon was all the way in to his friend’s asshole the fucking began.  All the while Simon humped he thought of butt plunging his sisters, his sisters’ friends, and virtually every girl he knew.  He wished beyond wishes to have an EMAD—Jill Blackberry he wanted to see naked, Erica Sanger, Jessica Bowles, Timberly Johnson—all were cheerleaders, uppity choir girls, honor students, and possible sluts.  Simon just wanted to see them naked, legs open, and inviting him to fuck their brains out.

	But with no EMAD he had to contend with butt plunging his best friend.  And that was ok.  It gave relief and was very naughty—inasmuch as it was naughty to have sexual relations with his sisters.  If his/their parents found out—WOW!
	After busting his nut and filling Tyler’s crap chute with fresh hot jiz, Simon stumbled back some on weak legs and eventually just laid out on the carpet.  His friend, with the smoldering hole, got up, giggling, and came between Simon’s legs.  He then promptly began jerking off, rubbing his cock all over Simon’s balls and eventually shooting off his load thoroughly coating Simon’s nads.
	Tyler then went down and once more washed Simon’s balls…
	Thereafter the boys stood and were embracing, their softened schlongs dripping cum and their passion still not yet quenched.  They were about to kiss when…
	The bedroom door opened and there stood Tyler’s Mom with a basket of laundry!
	Oops.

	Simon felt his balls surge, his asshole clench, cum dripping down his legs, and strangely—his dick not shriveling but stiffening!  They were busted, big time—by Tyler’s Mom.  “What the hell’s going on here!?” but it was oh so obvious—two naked boys, cum coating their bodies embraced sexually…
	At first she was shocked beyond the meaning of being shocked.
	Then she was pissed.
	Dropping the laundry basket she charged into the room, grabbed Tyler and Simon and thru them up against the bed; then, she proceeded to smack their tender bare asses until her hand wore out.  From her son’s pants she pulled out his belt…

	The last time he had been stricken with discipline he had been about eight or so and had been caught flipping a friend off.  His MOM had grabbed him by his elbow and yanked him into the house whereupon his ass was busted with her hand for what seemed an eternity.  Then he had to recite passages from the Bible and stand in a corner to await his minister father…
	Simon, though, had never been stricken with a belt.

	Spanked bare assed by Tyler’s Mom’s bare hand was something, it wasn’t done too awfully hard but the sting of the bare hand to his bare ass was still uncomfortable—not too mention that he was naked, he was caught butt bare assed naked with his best friend, and he was the son of a prominent  respected minister of the community.
	After a few swats of the bare hand to the bare ass, there was a pause.  Simon was not so much in peril, his ass stung and he was ansy and wanted to rub/caress said stinging ass but remained poised as he was (against the bed.)  What would Ms. Taylor do after?  Call his folks?  That would be bad, very bad.  Badder than being caught screwing one of his sisters; that was almost a given.  Being busted for having sex with his best friend would be beyond comprehension.  He had no idea what his folks would do.
	Then, Tyler’s Mom, Jill, was smoothing her hand over his butt, distracting him.  Simon discovered that his cock was hard; in his mind were thoughts of reflections—reflecting on days earlier when he was IN her mouth, fucking her, drizzling his juices all over her titties and pussy!  She had no idea, both he and Tyler had double-teamed her, peed on her and fucked her mouth full.  How much of an ass beating would she administer if she knew that?
	Suddenly Simon shot straight up as his ass was suddenly introduced to a sharp stinging infliction of pain.  The belt came into play.  
	SWAT!  SWAT!  SWAT!  pause  SWAT!  SWAT!  SWAT!
	Then it was Tyler’s turn.
	Simon flinched each time his friend was stricken with his own belt.
	After four swats of the belt Ms. Taylor was done, she was sweating, exhausted, and still pissed.  
	“I don’t want to ever catch you boys doing that again!” she bitched.  She told them to get their clothes on and get out of the house and go do “whatever” somewhere else.
	Simon thought that that was a bit odd.
	Ms. Taylor added, “And if I catch you fooling around in the house again, you’ll get more of the same!” and with that she exited the bedroom slamming the door.

*

Bandits Part II
	With their asses still smarting the boys scurried out of the house, giggling some, embarrassed and curious.  Out the back gate and into the alley then along quickly to the field beyond where behind the debris mound they stripped to their skin once more.
	Each boy examined the other’s ass.  Simon on his hands and knees was ansy and wriggled his bare ass that still stung.  Tyler licked it, he smoothed his hand over the ass and then inserted his rock hard cock into his friend’s pooper and fucked him.
	Simon endured, hammering his own rock hard cock and reeling in having his ass fucked as well as still feeling the sting from the beating from Tyler’s Mom.
	Would she still call his parents?  He hoped not—that would be bad—very bad.  He felt himself approaching orgasm and held off jerking off; Tyler came, though, shooting a massive wad up into Simon’s corn chute.  Pulling out, the boy ejaculated the rest of his ball juice onto his friend’s ass.
	In turn, Simon emptied his own juice onto Tyler’s balls—then promptly went down and sucked the cummy balls clean.  The boys then lay in the dirt and wallowed in the clover naked—arms and legs akimbo, deeply kissing, peeing on one another and fully enjoying blissful homosexual sex.

	Thoroughly coated in dirt and grime the two collected their clothes and slipped off naked to a nearby creek.  They had to cross nakedly across a large meadow.  The meadow unkempt concealed mostly their nudeness, they wore shoes and endured the flies, gnats, and mosquitoes along their trek.
	And along their trek they chanced upon a cowgirl…

	She was about sixteen or so, a little taller than most gals her age, very curly blond hair to about mid shoulder, and pleasingly pleasurable titties that bounced as her horsey gently gaited thru the meadow.  
	Decked out in a southwestern shirt, not too tight jeans, cowboy boots and hat, the girl fit the bill for that of being a typical “cowgirl”.  She rode along without care—until her mount suddenly seemed to be “spooked.”  The 15-hand high quarter horse whinnied and reared up but was controllable; the teenage cowgirl looked around and noticed the two heads hiding in the tall meadow grass.  “Quit it!” she yelled at them.
	This only prompted the two boys to continue spooking the horse by chucking rocks at the horse’s hind quarters.

	And at length, it caused the horse to rear up so that it dislodged the rider and she hit the ground with a mighty thumb.  The horse ran off.  Naked Simon and Tyler raced to where the girl had fell—somewhat in fear that they had caused her great harm.
	They came upon her, finding her sprawled out appearing dead-like.
	“Oh shit!” blurted Simon.  
	Tyler knelt before the still-lifeless girl noting that she was still breathing.  “Chill, Dude, she’s still breathin’.”
	That was good.

	His dick stilled reeled in numerous feelings from screwing his best friend; his mind still filled with his best friend’s nudity; his nostrils still filled with the reeking odor of mustiness from slobbering on his best friend’s ball sac; all those things (and more) were overridden as he watched his friend undress the fallen cowgirl.
	Sex with his friend.  In the ass, in the mouth, straddling his bare chest, humping said chest until he shot off his ball juice and it squirted onto his friend’s face.  Taking showers together, handling one another’s wares, and kissing.
	That was the ultimate.
	It didn’t particularly bother Simon, but it did a little.  Mostly he fretted in the meaning—in the meaning of being homosexual.  He didn’t think he was—but maybe.  His Mom and Dad would flip!  But Simon couldn’t figure it—he could finger it (and often did) but to figure it he couldn’t.  
 	Gay sex?  He just thought “sex” was “sex.”  He enjoyed boning Ruthie, Lucy; the release of his love tool’s juices was more fantastic than he could ever imagine.  And in retrospect, it mattered diddly if it was Ruthie or Tyler.  Ruthie and Lucy’s pussy was fantastic—fucking-A!  But there was something more to it when plunging his tunnel wonder into the dark recesses of his friend’s pooper.
	Sucking cock, sucking balls, licking rim, kissing face—all that mounted up to a mind blowing experience.  Being naked and naughty with his sisters was one thing—being naked and naughty with his best friend was something else all together!
	And speaking of best friend, Tyler Taylor had the sixteen year old cowgirl’s pants and panties down at her ankles.  He wrestled with her boots and then began pulling off her pants and panties…

	Simon cranked his wanker watching as the teenage cowgirl was stripped to her skin.  Tyler made a quick mount, sliding into her sex and proceeding with fucking the unconscious girl instead of tending to her aid.  Simon stroked his organ and was getting turned on watching the sex act in progress.
	Tyler humped hard finding the girl’s pussy juicy and tight—very pleasing to his aching prong.  Simon found himself firstly watching the girl’s bouncing titties, then focused solely on watching Tyler’s ass.  Slowly he moved around so as he could see the actual penetration and was greatly enthralled by it.  
	At length just before cumming, Tyler rolled to his side, keeping his invader buried into the unconscious cowgirl and parted one of her cheeks.  Simon smiled and positioned himself and prodded his way into the girl’s dirt chute.
	It wasn’t easy and his cock had troubles breeching the tight possibly virgin rim.  But with juices from her cunt and cum dribble from Tyler’s cock, and spittle lathering up Simon’s cock, he made dutiful anal entry and sodomized the girl successfully double-teaming her!

	Simon thought of his friend the ultimate perv—or something close.  After having their way with the unconscious cowgirl, Tyler Taylor then urinated on the girl, showering her from her face to her fresh fucked pussy.  Simon merely masturbated, emptied his balls of love cream onto the hapless girl’s face.
	Tyler then promptly sucked him while he himself settled on the girl’s face, his aching balls on the girl’s eyes!  (that’s called “teabagging” if you wanna know.)
	Simone reeled as he was sucked—Ruthie and Lucy did a fine-fine job of servicing his member, but neither of them could do a job as well as Tyler could.  Simon soon began to hump his friend, rub his own ass which was still searing from the belting earlier, and have more unnatural desires.
	“Turn around, bitch!” Simon told his friend.
	Readily Tyler turned around, his balls still on the still unconscious girl’s face.  Simon firstly slapped his cock to Tyler’s still reddened ass flesh, then dragged his member up and down Tyler’s sweaty crack.  Tyler, meanwhile, noshed on the girl’s cunt, licking and sucking away while being taken from the rear…

	After filling his friend’s ass with his cock and then the subsequent cock juice, Simon sat back and watched as the cock juice was squeezed out to drip down onto the cowgirl’s face.  She was beginning to come around but neither boy seemed anxious to flee.  Instead, the boys wrangled her, tying her feet first then her hands behind her.  Then she was dragged to a log where she was positioned over it…
	The girl’s cowgirl belt was a two inch wide custom leather thing with white lace trim, her name HEATHER embroidered on the back, with a normal buckle in front.  Tyler first swatted the girl’s bare ass with his bare hand, cum dripping form his cock and a pervert fever swelling within him wholly.
	The swatting got the girl’s attention and at first she was scared, then she got mad.  When she began to rant and cuss and demand to be “let go” and carry on as she should, Tyler took up the belt and belted her.
	The first swat from her own belt forced her to be silent.  So stunned was she that she didn’t even feel the second swat.  But she came around on the third and subsequent swats.  She did realize somewhat that she was being molested and that made her even more angrier—angrier still when she realized that it was a couple of KIDS who were sexualizing and beating her!
	Tyler got into it—lashing the girl’s ass with the belt mercilessly until his arm wore out.  Then, with his cock raging hard he shoved it up into the girl’s asshole and sodomized her with a vengeance.
	Meanwhile, Simon held the girl’s head down so as she wouldn’t see them, and at length he merely straddled her neck to hold her head secure; he laid down her backside and watched his friend fuck.

	Shredding the cowgirl’s jeans they blindfolded the girl, took her panties, and left.  She was wriggling out of the ropes the boys had found cast off on the ground and she would soon be free—it was time to boogie.  They left the meadow and entered the forest and made quick time to a special place they liked to hide and play.  Here they soaked their aching feet in the creek and sat on the bank masturbating, playing with Heather’s pinkish panties.
	The smell of a campfire got the boys’ attention, they dressed—‘cause the pesky mosquitoes were getting to be annoying, and made their way along the creek eventually coming upon a curious sight.
	Remote Camp Site #12, juxt between Lizard Gulch and Silver Creek.  On a rickety picnic table was a young girl, approx. ten.  Her blue pants were off on the questionable bench seat, her panties blue dangling off one ankle.  She gripped the table she lay on as a grandfather-like person fucked her.

	The girl didn’t seem to be in distress but she also didn’t seem to be too into the deed being done unto her.  She grimaced and made other faces as the grandpa-like dude drilled her young snatch.
	The grandpa-like dude was balding, in his sixties, not too tall, no “pudge” and he was “gettin’ some!  He didn’t fuck fast or hard, slow and methodic with a deliberate acceleration to glory.
	The girl flailed her legs about some, her blue panties finally fall off of her foot.  She did bring her knees back with her hands gripping behind the knees; she tugged in her lower lip and began to undulate—her grandpa was bringing HER to orgasm, too!
	The grandpa, though, got his first.  He humped, strained, humped faster, strained faster and finally pulled out to empty his aged cock juice all over the girl’s cunny.  The man fell in towards the girl, catching himself with his arms out gripping the sides of the table, his throbbing naughty cock pulsing and squirting bits of love cream all over the girl’s fresh fucked cunt.
	“Thank you, Brie,” he said pantingly, “that was a good one.”
	The girl, “Brie” remained as she was for a moment, then slid awkwardly out from under him, collected her clothes and walked to the camper pickup truck parked nearby.  On the one side was a water spigot and there she did wash herself off then went inside the camper.
	The grandpa stroked his softening cock, cum still dripping from it.  He chuckled, licked his lips, farted, then continued playing with his cock.   The boys moved on—after the grandpa entered into the camper, too…

	Thru the forest and out the other side the boys made their way, getting hungry they made for the hamburger stand and deeply wished they had an EMAD—solely for the purpose of shagging Shannon McGregory who operated the burger stand with her uncle.  Simon betted that the uncle was tagging Shannon, he had to be—or he was gay one.
	Shannon McGregory had a nice ass—very nice.  Nice tits, too.  A sweeter face there never was, dazzling blue eyes, and a fantastic smile that would engorge any cock and then make it squirt, dance, soften and get hard again.  She was amazing.
	She was sixteen, just like the cowgirl in the meadow.
	She served the boys and the boys drooled.  They watched her as they munched their meal; there were other niceties to watch, too—other girls of various ages from ten to eighteen.  Simon eyed some of the ten year olds, amazed at how good they looked in tight jeans.  Some even had palmsized titties!
	After their meal the boys made their way along cutting across small fields on their way back to their own digs in a haphazard manner.  To their right the backyards of quaint quintessential Americana homes; white picket fences, fruits trees, small gardens, outbuildings, and the like.  
	To their left was various fields, choked with debris from city projects, abandoned cars and trucks, weeds as high as an elephants eye (well, maybe his balls) and a few odds and ends of different types of trees.  A dirt road went between and it was the road the boys scampered along.
	In the field was seen a young boy—he kept wandering farther and farther away from the dirt road and the sanctity of his home.  Tyler paused a moment briefly by some shrubs to watch him.  Simon had gone on but had to turn back, “What up?”
	Tyler merely nodded with his head to the wandering boy—about seven years young.  He had a stick he was using to beat the ground with, hit rocks as if it were golf club, and walk with, too.  Tyler gave Simon a wink, Simon had no idea—‘Huh?’

	The boy, Mark Ranger, was handsome looking fellow; sandy brown hair, brown eyes, adventurous and curious.  He picked his way along even crossing a small meadow creek; he got his feet wet and nearly fell in backwards.  
	After straightening himself up he came to stand behind a wild berry bush and soon began to pee.  Right soon after he encountered the likes of Simon and Tyler.
	“You’re pissin’ on our land!” blurted Tyler.
	“What?” said a shocked Mark.
	“This is Troll Land, and we’re his servants, and he don’t like mugs like you pissin’ on his land!”
	The little boy took it all in.  “There’s TROLLS here?” he inquired.
	“Sure there are,” returned Tyler, big UGLY ones and they EAT little mugs like you who piss on their land!”
	Little Mark was showing signs of fright.  “What do I do?” he asked looking all around for signs of trolls.
	“Well, usually you pay a fine just for BEING on his land--”
	“A fine?”
	“Yeah,” chimed in Simon, “you know, a couple dollars or such, your allowance, a special marble in your pocket, harmonica--”
	“Yeah, a harmonica, trolls LOVE harmonicas!”
	“I-don’t got one of those,” said a quivering Mark, “and all I gots is a quarter, and I found it right over there.” He said pointing to a pile of cement city sidewalk debris.
	“Whoa!” said Tyler, “You FOUND money on toll land, and was gonna keep it!”
	“Man, are you gonna get it!”
	Mark was close to tearing up.
	“Maybe we can help him,” said Tyler, “since we’re troll servants an’ all.”
	“Yeah,” Simon chortled, “we’re buds with the troll of this land.”
	“Sooooo, what do I have to do?”
	Tyler smiled, nodded his head and gently guided the boy to a larger pile of sidewalk debris.

	On his knees, naked, and with his eyes blindfolded, hands tied behind his back, Mark Rogers awaited the Trials of the Troll.  Young Mark protested and was somewhat alarmed about having to strip off his clothes, but the “buds” of the Troll told him that being naked then the Troll couldn’t see him, only if you had clothes on.
	Then, to soothe the boy further, the boys took off their clothes, too.
	Being blindfolded was so as Mark couldn’t see the Troll.
	Having his hands bound behind him was so as the Troll couldn’t take him off—only if you “move about” can a Troll take you (so said the Troll’s servants.)
	So, young seven year old Mark was nude, blindfolded, and hands bound behind his back.  The “trials of the Troll” began…
	The First Trial was “guess what’s in your mouth.”  Oh brother
	While Simon masturbated beside the boy, Tyler put his cock right into the boy’s mouth.
	Mark having never sucked cock before and was barely conscious of his OWN cock, didn’t guess.  He had no idea.  He sucked and sucked right up to Tyler’s balls—and he sucked on those, too.
	Simon stood by, jerking his merkin, smiling and getting more and more aroused.  Tyler pulled out and asked a second time addressing Mark, “What was in your mouth?”
	Mark shrugged, he couldn’t figure it.
	Next into his mouth was a bottle—amazingly he guessed that.  The bottle was a little grungy but cleaned off pretty good.  He sucked on it like he sucked on cock—Tyler and Simon were amused (and horny.)

	A piece of rebar from the nearby pile of sidewalk debris; another bottle, Simon’s cock, a marble, a piece of chain, Tyler’s cock, all went into Mark’s mouth.  He guessed the marble but missed the rest.
	The Second Trail.
	It had no particular name, Tyler merely went to “fondling” young Mark’s own cock and balls.  When the boy protested and showed great alarm, Tyler said, “Well, if the Troll Lord does this, he’ll likely rip your pee-pee right off!”
	“Yeah,” chimed in Simon, “the Troll’s got bigger hands!”
	“Right, and so you want US to do it, or let the Troll do it?”
	Mark was confused, frightened, and very naïve.
	Tyler didn’t wait for an answer and went on to fondling the boy’s pee-pee.  Simon’s cock was hard and he wondered how far they were going to go with what they were doing.
	He didn’t have to wait long.
	After only a couple of minutes of playing with Mark’s cock and balls, Tyler put the boy over a chunk of cement walk, spread his legs and began fondling the boy’s butt, crack, and hole.  
	Mark Rogers clearly wasn’t into that route and protested by wriggling, crying, and calling for the fondling to stop.
	“Hey,” barked Tyler, Troll Servant, “you fucking better chill out, little dude, the Troll Lord could be doing this and he’s got a BIG dick!” and ungraciously he shoved his meat stick into the boy’s virgin poop chute.
	Simon was somewhat enthused, but also taken aback.  Having fun with the cowgirl was one thing, but molesting a little boy.  But as he watched Tyler fuck the boy’s ass, Simon did note that he was enthralled.	
	When Mark fussed too much, Tyler swatted his hips and fucked harder.  He humped and humped hard telling the boy how harder much harder the Troll Lord would fuck him so he’d better be nice and just let it be.
	Simon stroked his own cock hard and waited.
	Tyler emptied himself into the boy’s tortured shitter, pulled out and picked up Mark’s underwear to wipe clean his soiled cock.  Simon picked up a rag and wiped the boy’s fucked asshole; then, on Tyler nod, took a turn into the boy’s ass himself.
	Simon didn’t fuck hard, though, and was interrupted by sounds of someone at the nearby dirt road calling out a name.  Mark’s name.  Tyler peeked over the debris pile, a teen girl and a pudgy woman with a belt in hand called for Mark’s name.
	Simon wrinkled his nose as he lay against the broken cement.
	Mark suddenly made a dart from his captors, but tripped over debris.

	Simon and Tyler were on him with Tyler cramming a piece of rag into his mouth to silence him while Simon wrestled with the boy’s flailing legs.  He slapped the boy’s inner thigh, forced his legs open and felt a strange “rush” seethe throughout his body.  Tyler grabbled with the boy’s legs and pulled them back,
	“Finish it.”
	Simon pushed his fuck stick into Mark’s dirt chute and “finished” sodomizing him.  He thought mostly of putting it to his sisters, Tyler’s Mom, and even his OWN Mom.
	His own Mom.
	Hmmmm
	What would that be like? He wondered.
	He had never really ever thought of his Mom in a sexual manner.  Not really.  He had seen her in her sheer nightgown, no underwear.  He had heard her fart.  He had seen glimpses of her naked and in her swimwear.  And all the times he humped Ruthie and then Lucy he never thought of his Mom!
	Now he did.
	Hot damn!
	His cock stiffened all the harder.
	Tyler had drugged his Mom, fucked her silly, peed on her, fucked her in the mouth and up the ass—and she, apparently, never knew.  Simon had to wonder—could he do the same?
	His cock surged and began shooting wads into Mark’s quaking hole.
	Pulling out, Simon spewed ball juice all over Mark’s balls.  Tyler smiled and went down—sucking on Mark’s balls as well as devouring Simon’s cum coated cock.
	Now that’s love!

Afterwards
	After having their thrills with Mark, they left him.  Naked, fucked in the ass two times over, his body coated in dirt, cum, and pee, and terribly frightened of the Troll Lord and his servants.
	But, on the upswing, he would never venture out into the field again!
	Simon and Tyler went on their way, slinking across the field back to the forest and on to their homes where they belonged.  Dom the Entity directed Mark’s sister and mother to where they could find him.  They were horrified, of course, sickened, and alarmed.  Dom went on to catch up with the boys.

	Dom didn’t get very far—his attention was diverted by the third house down from the Roger house.  A girl of about eleven or so slowly made her way to the front door of her modest home.  She was dressed in a school uniform; had lovely shoulder length brown hair, bowed head, small breasts.
	Her slow steps and bowed suggested a problem.  She even paused at the steps up to the open porch, sighed and reached for the door.  Dom made his way along, floating along as an entity-spirit with no form and easily made entry into the home as well.
	Once inside, the girl came up to a great leather chair where a man sat reading a paper.  The girl stood trembling some, hands folded behind her, neck muscles tightening.  Her bangs were a little long and her hair cascaded about her face—she was nervous to the point of being scared.
	The man, in wide legged walking shorts and a teeshirt folded his paper and put it in the magazine holder beside the chair.
	“Yer fuckin’ late, bitch!” he barked.
	“I’m sorry, Papa, I tried--”
	“You need to try harder!” he almost yelled.  “Three PM means THREE PM!  What time is it now?”
	The girl looked to the clock above the fireplace, seven minutes after THREE PM.
	“Seven after three.”
	“Is school letting out late?”
	“No, Papa.”
	“So you just lollygagged along home, huh?”
	“No, Papa, I-I was just, I-I--”
	“Get ‘em off.”
	The girl began to wail.
	“You start that shit and it’ll be worse for ya!”
	Crying and sniveling the young pre-teen pulled off her uniform jacket, then slowly unbuttoned her white school uniform blouse.  The “Papa” meanwhile, watched—all the while fondling himself.
	He wasn’t a big man, in his late 30s, hard featured face, semi muscular, no pot belly yet, no hairy legs.  He licked his lips as if savoring a delicious meal—watching his child remove her blouse and then her bra.  The girl had stopped crying but maintained sniveling as she pushed down her short blue pleated uniform skirt.
	White panties with blue birds all over adorned the girl, nice—very nice.  The girl’s Papa took a moment to gander at the girl as she stood up straight to “present” herself.  Then he nodded and “Michelle” pushed the panties down and stood naked.

	A quick hard swat smacked the girl’s naked ass,
	“When I want you home at three PM that means THREE PM!” another swat smacked the girl, “It don’t mean 3:01, 3:05, or 3:07.  It means, THREE FUCKING P-FUCKING-M!  Got it!?” and as the girl nodded she was swatted HARD to her bare ass then grabbed by the elbow and pulled across his lap.
	A reign of swats came to the eleven year old’s ass, hard and swift.  As the girl tried to protect her tender flesh her arms were pinned behind her and in such a manner as it caused just as much discomfort as being spanked.
	“Please, Papa, please stop!”
	Papa DID stop, if only to caress the girl’s blistered bum.  All over the reddened flesh he rubbed his hand, squeezing the flesh and then digging his finger into her hole.  The girl was uncomfortable being fingered as she wriggled and twisted so.  This got her already burning butt another hard smack from her Papa.
	Michelle was stood up, she rubbed her searing ass, wincing as she twisted on her trembling legs.  The girl’s Papa ogled her nakedness, licked his lips then did so infacto pushed his walking shorts down—no underwear.  His manhood was hard and a bit more than the average Papa-cock.  He stroked it, waggled it for his daughter, then said, “Come on.”
	Michelle closed her eyes tight but positioned herself between her Papa’s opened legs.  On her knees with one hand still caressing her ass she went down on the hardened member, sucking it fully.
	Papa “Don” reared back his head muttering “suck it, bitch, suck it off.”  Michelle gobbled the dong, choking some, still reeling from the bare ass beating and blowing snot from her nose as she choked.  Up and down with apparent experience, her hand not caressing her burning ass squeezing her Papa’s cock at the base as she sucked.
	Don ran his hands thru his daughter’s hair, pushing her head down to fully engulf the whole thang in her mouth.  Michelle choked more and more, sputtering and shooting cum out of her nose.  Don relented and let her up, slapping her face HARD as she pulled back.
	“Stand up!” he bellowed.
	Timidly the girl complied.
	Don stroked his cum squirter, cum soiling his hand.  “Lick it off!” he told her.  Michelle bent down and cleaned the cum from her Papa’s hand, then cleaned off his cummy balls, too.

	Afterwards, she had to fetch from the nearby desk a “candle” and a knobby stick that would fit on the bed post of the girl’s bed.  Michelle stood before her masturbating Papa, legs apart, slowly inserting the candle into her pussy.  It was six inches and went all the way in with only the “wick” showing.
	Then she turned around.  Papa Don took the knobby bed post and “inserted” it into his daughter’s asshole, twisting it as he did so.  With each insertion of the knob the girl twisted her body, cried out in distress and made other noises of displeasure.  When she did so, her still burning ass was smacked as hard as possible.
	The girl was near coming out of her skin.
	Finally, all seven inches of the knobby bed post was in her asshole.
	“Stand up.”
	It wasn’t easy but the girl stood up.  She was in obvious distress, clenching her fingers tight as she endured the pain in and on her body.  
	“Go get me a beer,” Don growled, “and be fucking quick about it!”
	Michelle walked, albeit funny, to the kitchen and got a beer for her Papa.  She nearly walked on tip toe and paused a moment at the threshold between the kitchen and living room.  When she delivered the beer her Papa was pissed at her slowness and twisted the bed post in her ass.
	“PAPA!” screamed the girl coming unglued, “It hurts!”
	“Next fucking time I tell you to be quick you be quick!”
	The girl nodded she understood.  
	Michelle then had to stand in front of her Papa and watch him drink his beer and masturbate.  She breathed hard there was no “getting used to” the foreign presence in her body.  
	After finishing his beer, Don had Michelle remove the candle from her cunny.  She was relieved, but still in distress with the bed post in her ass.  Don sucked on the neck of the beer bottle, then told his daughter, 
	“Fuck it.”
	Michelle took the bottle and laid down, opening her legs wide and taking the beer bottle, cramming the neck fully into her cunt and “fucking it.”  Papa Don watched with glassy eyes and hardening cock.  Michelle wriggled and twisted about on the floor as she masturbated.
	“Does that feel good, baby?”
	Although it was obvious that it didn’t, Michelle answered, “Yes, Papa.”

	“Go put the bottle away.” he said breathlessly.  Michelle scrambled to comply, dropping the bottle into the trash bin to be recycled.  She returned promptly to her Papa where he had her bend over his lap.  He then removed the bed post to rub girl’s tortured ass for almost a minute.
	Then she was positioned on him, straddling him.  For some seconds he stared at her breasts; his cock up between their bodies stiffening hard, pre-cum soiling the tip; his hands clamped tightly to her still blazing butt.
	Slowly he raised her up.
	Michelle guided her Papa’s cock into her cunt then was settled down onto it.  She made faces, winced, grimaced and fluttered her pretty eyes—just the head of his cock was in her and she wasn’t ready.
	“Ooooooh, Papa, it still hurts, it wont fit, it wont fit!”
	Papa Don knew and was pissed.  He cussed the girl and threw her off of him, “Git to yer room!”  Michelle scrambled to her room, running on her hands and feet as she did so.  
 	Don switched on the television, got himself another beer (his ownself) then settled into his chair, masturbated, and drank his beer.
 	Dom sighed and then mused—‘now where did my two Troll Servants get off to?’

*
The Troll Lord
	She was pretty.  (they all are, aren’t they?)  She was young, pretty, and lost.  She was far away from any parental supervision, and wandering deeper and deeper into the Troll Lord’s land.  The Troll Lord had seen her, marked her progression as she stumbled about into the forest.
	The Troll Lord was not, of course, a “troll” or a “lord.”  He was human, or had human qualities.  Slowly he encroached upon where the lost pretty human girl was.  She had gotten tangled up in bushes and had stopped to cry.
	The Troll Lord—aka Rick Barthman, came upon her.  He offered aid in helping her out of her predicament; then, he took her to a nearby creek where he helped her out of her clothes…
	Using her own clothing the Troll Lord cleaned her wounds, then laid her out on the thick clover bed at the bank of the creek.  Then the Troll Lord stripped off his clothing.  While the hapless six year old watched, the Troll Lord happily masturbated before straddling the little brown haired girl.  When she protested and tried to close her legs as well as kick and refuse him—her ankles were grabbed and held up firmly in the air and then her little tender butt was tenderized by several hard smacks.

	Carrie’s pretty brown eyes widened wide as her delicate virgin cunt was violated.  The Troll Lord pressed hard into her sex, being deliberate and determined—along with forceful.  When the little human girl started to cry out louder and twist more, the Troll Lord held his hand over her mouth and forced himself into her body.
	Penetration wasn’t fully possible, she was six years old—but close counts.  The Troll Lord was vile (and determined) and pushed his wicked cock into the girl’s body, the head mostly followed by nearly an inch of tube steak.  He humped as best he could, pulling out to hump the broken cunny before stabbing into her again.  Then, pushing and holding her legs back he pushed his pud into her asshole…

	Across the field at a different angle and direction of where the Troll Lord’s “servants” had gone there was a small “natural” park.  It was so natural that he didn’t have “facilities” and so when the call of nature came—one had to be natural.
	Kevin Helman was being natural in an unnatural manner.  And he had help.  Mandy Sherwood was “helping” him—mostly ‘cause he was wheelchair bound and needed help to pee.  Off the nature path they were and with Kevin clinging tightly to his helper, he peed.  He had been holding it a long while and a terrific stream of hot piss streamed out of his ten year old cock.  Mandy held it, even, pulling the skin back and letting him piss a good piss.
	Kevin’s pajama bottoms were down to his ankles, along with his underwear.  Mandy caressed the boy’s ass and she was no more than thirteen years young.  No more.
	After the goodly piss, Mandy didso infacto suck it.
	She sucked good, too.  Engulfing the boy’s cock she thrashed her head side-to-side sending the boy into oblivion.  The boy didn’t care and pumped a little into the girl’s mouth; the cock popped out and it got rubbed up against Mandy’s face.  
	The boy couldn’t stand for long and had to sit back down in his wheelchair.  Mandy, still smacking her lips, looked around (for security’s sake) and seeing no one—no one, she undone her shirt, removed it, then unhitched her bra and removed it.
	Young Kevin’s eyes bulged and focused on the girl’s young teen hooters.  Then young Kevin’s eyes bulged even more as his caretaker stood and shucked her jeans.  She stood up to present herself clad in a nice pair of light blue bikini style panties.  Nice.

	Sitting in his chair, Kevin furiously stroked his favorite organ, drooling as he watched Mandy stand before him.  Then, slowly, on her own, she slid the light blue bikini style panties down.  When she stood back up again—she revealed that her poon pie was hairless.  Very nice.
	Taking care she gently pulled Kevin out of his chair, then gently helped him to his knees.  Mandy then laid herself out on her discarded clothes and positioned the disabled Kevin on top of her.  Thereafter—she guided his ten year old cock into her thirteen year old cunt.
	The fucking commenced thereafter.  Extremely nice.

Nicer still
	The Troll Lord went on, he had paused and watched the antics of Mandy and Kevin for a bit, masturbated, and possibly thought of busting them and then joining in, but he went on his way instead.  Dom the Entity lingered though wishing like everything he was whole.  The boy on top gave Dom a nice view; Mandy clutched the boy’s bare ass and gingerly fucked.  Dom could see himself poised over him, jerking off and dripping his cum onto the boy’s ass.
	It was too much for Dom and he had move along, too.
	He didn’t go far, or get very far ‘cause he came to a house just on the other side of the “natural” park.  It was a two story home, quaint, roses all over, a gravely “horseshoe” drive, very nice.  Dom got the feeling that something was going on within.  He had that knack…
	Nothing downstairs—early evening; big screen tv in a corner, nice “country” style furniture, quaint room.  To one side a smaller room (family); forward was the kitchen with modern day appliances and a country kitchen table.  To the left of it the formal dinning room.  There was a laundry room, bathroom, back porch, and a small den.
	And all was neat, clean, with no signs of life (well, children.)
	The “children”, though, were upstairs.
	They were a pair of children; one of each.  The boy was older at eleven, almost twelve.  The girl, sister, was ten, almost eleven. Both were nude.  Both were well tanned by Nature’s Orb, the boy had dark hair while the girl had lovely blond hair.  Both had good looking bodies, no pubes, and the boy had a boner.
	Cum dripped from the boner and he was talking to another nude person, a woman.  She sat at a desk in her bedroom doing some work on a computer.  She seemed to be possibly the mother but Dom sensed otherwise.  The boy dashed off to his room, Dom followed.  Sitting on the floor (naked) was the boy’s sister who was deeply involved in a video game.

	“She said “Yes.””
	“Cool!”
	Pizza.
	Cool!
	Dom moaned (to himself.)  pizza.  It had been awhile since he had had pizza.  Or any kind of food.  Even when he had been in someone’s body he could at least savor what they themselves were eating.  As an entity he could not feel anything.
	The boy (Kirby) rejoined his sister, Jennifer, in playing the video.  They sat side by side and Dom sensed no EMAD in use anywhere.  He returned to the lone woman.  She had been writing something on her computer’s word processor.  She had a tan, too.  Nice long legs, torpedo titties that were small.  Brown hair pulled back into a loose ponytail, blue eyes, and like the girl and boy—no pubes.
	After writing some the woman stopped, leaned back in her bedroom chair she used as a computer/desk chair, draped her legs over the arms and began fingering herself.  Dom moaned again.
	‘son-of-a-bitch!’
	While she fingered herself, the boy came back in.  He hung at the door, smiled, and methodically stroked himself as he watched the woman “getting’ busy” with herself.
	“Bring me the phone.” she told the boy.  
	The naked youth grabbed the phone from the table nearby and handed it off.  While the woman, Mary, made the pizza call, the boy leaned his naked butt up against the desk and continued to play with himself.  
	Jennifer came to pitch what she wanted on her pizza, then stood by her brother and was quite a lovely thing; her breasts were just budding and Dom felt a strange feeling enveloping him—just as if he had a cock!  It was getting to be too much.  The Collins family, every other family he spied on; the horrid man in the remote cabin, Bo and the mountain family—and he as an entity could only watch!  He had to find a way to get back to being human!
	While he wrestled with his inabilities, the girl moved to her knees and had begun sucking off her brother’s dick (again.)  The boy happily enjoyed and humped his sister’s mouth with pleasure.  Their Aunt ran her hand thru the girl’s soft hair and continued to finger herself.
	The boy came.  A great mess of fresh hot boy spunk spewed into the pretty girl’s mouth.  She gobbled it up but before he could expel it all he was pulled to put his cum squirter into his aunt’s cunt.  She spread her legs wider over the chair arms, scooted her butt to the edge of the cushion and got dick.

	The boy braced his knees against the chair’s cushion and graciously fucked his favorite (and only) aunt.  While he fucked her, his sister spanked him.  She giggled and sperm leaked from the corners of her mouth and coated her chin.  Kirby had managed to stop cumming off and fuck his aunt until he could cum a second time.
	Aunt Mary closed her eyes, she was in her late 20s and in desperate need of getting laid.  Dom really wished he could help.  All he could do was watch and that was beginning to become torturous!	
	Kirby, after successfully screwing his auntie, put it to his sibling.  Naturally!  A great quantity of boy juice spilled in and onto the woman’s pussy; he had fucked her and fucked well.  Sitting back to rest a moment the girl went down and licked clean her auntie’s cunt, then sucked her brother’s dick.  Afterwards, she laid out on the floor and her brother came to lay on her.
	While the two sibs on the floor fucked, Aunt Mary masturbated and seemed even more desperate than she had been before.  Her eyes were focused on the boy’s humping butt—then the girl’s humping butt as she overpowered him and rolled him so as SHE would be on top.
	Then the doorbell rang and it was pizza time.
	Dom couldn’t take any more and mosied on.

One more…
	Some houses down, encroaching on where the Troll Servant’s lived, a young woman busied herself washing up some lunch dishes.  She was in her early thirties, slim build, long brown bouncy pony tail, nice butt.  She wore a simple green top with some floral design long the trim and one over the breast.  Nice shapely body, good posture, nice butt.
	Sneaking up behind her was a handsome little fart of a boy, about seven years young; all about mischievous as he held a large soda bottle—shaking it up.  Slowly he approached his mother, smiling and twisting off the cap containing the pent up soda.
	The spew startled the woman, his mother, and showered her good.  She turned around quickly to get the last of the soda spew.  
	“Kevin!” she shouted, “What’s wrong with you!?”
	The boy stood startled and frozen with fear.
	Then, his Mom grabbed the flexible pull-out faucet sprayer and sprayed her son with water.  The boy shook the bottle up and laughed as he returned fire.
	When done, the once pristine clean kitchen was a mess.  An easy clean-up, though; paper towels, a wash rag, and a mop.  Kevin operated the mop while his Mom cleaned up the cabinets and counters.
	Afterwards…
	Taking her son by the hand they left the kitchen to the laundry room.  Along with the washer/dryer there was a cement basin—a LARGE sink-type cement basin.  At the end of the laundry room was a small bathroom—toilet, sink (regular) and a simple shower.  The Mom stooped to her knees and began stripping off her son’s clothes tossing them into the large sink.  Once her son was nude, she wetted a wash rag and wiped him down.  The boy was cute, as previously stated, kinky brown hair and a sweeter face there never was.
	The Mommy washed her son down although he wasn’t soaked with the sticky spew of the soda bottle, he was wiped down ALL OVER as if he was.  Then, the Mommy peeled off her clothes while her young son watched.
	With her panties and bra off, the Mommy didsoinfacto bring her son into the shower stall where she had HIM wipe HER down!  Handing him a washcloth and soap the boy washed his Mommy and it was obvious that the Mommy liked it.
	She had to stoop down again to be his size and the boy washed his Mommy’s titties—the Mommy caressed her son, all over.  Specific attention was at the boy’s slightly erect puddling.
	Once the showering once down the two merged back into the outer room where the drying took place.  The boy giggled all the while and both enjoyed one another immensely.
	The two went out of the laundry room, down a hall and to the Mommy’s bedroom.  Julianna (the Mommy) positioned herself onto her bed, pulling her young son onto her.  They hugged, kissed, and enjoyed one another’s company for a moment or two with Julianna increasingly fondling her son’s ass.  
	Slowly she eased him down and took his slightly erect puddling and had him grind against her—her pussy.  Opening her legs and with her hands gripping his hips, she propelled him into the act that was sexual.

	He could have moved on, he wanted to return to the Collins home, they were an interesting family to be sure.  But the Entity held fast, reeling in the naughty deed Kevin’s Mom had committed.  

 	After their “naughty” deed, the Mommy lay in “afterglow”.  She had cum.  Slowly she moved her young son up and down, continuing to have him grind his puddling against her.
	Then she pulled him up, having him straddle her so as she could push her Mommy breasts together squashing his pud.  She then began sucking on it and soon pulled him fully into her mouth.
	The little boy took it all in—well, into his Mommy’s mouth.
	Julianna’s cunt, though, was still on fire.  She fingered it and was in desperate need of something more substantial than a seven year old’s cock.  Dom was infuriated that he couldn’t help.  He couldn’t even invade anyone anymore!  
	The phone rang disturbing them all.  Kevin clung to his naked naughty Mommy while she yapped to someone on the phone.  Julianna said to “whoever” “Yes, I’ll be home, come on over.”
	At the conclusion of the phone call, Julianna seemed—pleased.  Eager.  There was a curious “glow” about her as she slipped on some clothes, panties optional.  Kevin remained on the bed, watching and methodically tugging on his pud.  After Julianna had dressed herself, she took her handsome son to his room where she dressed him, underwear optional.
	She hugged him and kissed him, squeezed his butt and seemed to be orgasming right then and there.  She spruced herself up in a hall bathroom, Kevin farted then peed into the toilet (with Mommy standing right there.)  When he was done, Julianna squatted down and sucked his cock, she then kissed him (Frenching)—and then the doorbell rang.

	At the door (of Julianna’s home) was a gal with strawberry hair.  And lots of it.  Her face seemed all aglow, too.  Very bright, pretty, educated—she spoke distinctly and well, and was very chipper. 
	With her was her seven year old daughter, Amber.
	Amber had blond hair, honey blond.  It flowed down her backside to almost reaching her butt.  It was very curly and very soft.  The girl wore glasses, small ones, and a dress.  The glasses were black frames, the dresses a gingham blue to her knees.  White socks to her knees, black dress shoes.  She was a very pretty girl, all smiles, giggles, and acknowledging Kevin with a curious girlie shrug.  The two women embraced one another and Dom sensed there was more to them so he decided to stick around.

	After the front door was shut, Juilanna and her friend, Allison, embraced for a hardy HIYA!  There was a brief peck kiss and then the mother of Amber squatted down behind her daughter, rubbing her arms and then her sides, introducing her to Kevin.
	“This is Kevin,” she said, “do you remember him?”
	Julianna dropped down behind her son, “Do you remember Amber?”
	Kevin shrugged, the cute little fart was embarrassed but was all smiles and scrunched himself backwards into his Mom.  Typical embarrassed boy.
	“It’s been only a couple years since last time they saw each other.” Said Julianna.  She rubbed her son’s arms and gently pushed him forward, Allison did likewise with Amber.  Both Mother’s whispering to “go hug.”
	Kevin and Amber “hugged.”  It was brief but it was a hug.
	Afterwards, Julianna ushered everyone to the kitchen.
	Apparently, Amber and her Mother were on a trip of some kind, traveling for some reason or other wasn’t clear to Dom—nor did he care.  Drinks for everyone was served—simple lemonade for the kiddies, wine for the adults.  There, too, was cookies and fudge from a craft fair Julianna and Kevin had been to earlier.
	The ladies gossiped and yapped and carried on, Dom lingered and watched growing a little impatient.  Then he caught something he almost missed (in conversation.)
	“…does he taste good?” coming from Allison.
	Huh?
	Julianna, the question was so directed to, nodded, smiled, and answered, “Yes.”
	Kevin gushed as he knew he was at the center of topic.
	“Mmmmm,” said Allison, “I cant wait until he gets a little older, and starts to cum.”
	The women giggled and Julianna remarked that it shouldn’t be more than a few years yet.  Kevin continued to blush, giggle, and squirm on the barstool he sat on.
	Eventually the group moved to Kevin’s bedroom.
	“Let’s take your clothes off and show Allison and Amber how much you’ve grown.”  Kevin though willing to comply was still no less embarrassed.  He had to have help.
	Julianna slowly slipped her son’s clothes off and he was soon nude.  He stood twisting, smiling, and greatly embarrassed.  But he stood presenting himself just the same.  His Mother fondled his wiener, patted his butt and checked their visitors.

	Allison caressed Amber, patted her butt then helped her out of the pretty dress she wore.  She wore panties of blue and they were pulled down.  Dom moaned.  The girl was nice, very nice.  For seven she had a nice body, very nice.  The girl’s mother guided her closer to the equally nude Kevin.  Allison whispered to her daughter, Amber giggled, blushed, and turned into her Mother.  Allison patted the girl’s butt, snaked out her hand and grasped a holt of Kevin’s somewhat erect pud.  She tugged on the small seven year old’s member, smiling and continuing to whisper to Amber.
	Slowly, Amber went to her knees, leaned in, and took Kevin’s pud to her mouth.  She worked (expertly) Kevin’s cock, sucking him like a pro.  Allison caressed her daughter’s ass, Julianna caressed her son’s ass.  Both women checked each other, smiling.
	After much ado about sucking, the kids were moved to the bed where Amber laid out, legs open.  Kevin got between her on his knees and “went down on her” licking her bald pussy.  Allison could hardly contain herself as she watched Kevin lick her daughter.  She stared longingly at Kevin’s dangling bald testicles and his super fine smooth boyish ass.
	Amber was not a virgin.  She wasn’t a slut, but she wasn’t a virgin—this was known as Kevin laid out on the young girl guiding into her his stiffy.  It took a little doing of handiwork from Amber’s Mom but the boy’s cock managed nicely and was “in.”  
	The fucking commenced soon thereafter.  Amber fussed some, she was more embarrassed than anything else and Dom wondered who she had been nailed by before Kevin?  Kevin was obviously used to screwing (his Mom) but who was screwing little Amber?  
	Amber opened her legs wide, clutched the bedding and twisted some as Kevin stabbed at her cunt.  Both Moms caressed the boy’s ass, smacking it a little as he got into the humping mode with Allison going down and licking his flesh.  Julianna opened her son’s butt crack and Allison happily licked his crack and gobbled up his lovely nuggets, too!

	After a goodly fuck, young Kevin rolled off.  Allison eyed the boy’s dong and went to it, cupping his young nuggets then devouring his cock, sucking him while his Mother went down to lick out the cunt that his cock had just been in.
	Amber giggled, spread her legs wider and was “licked out” by the cunt thirsty Julianna.  Allison slurped and sucked in all of Kevin’s dong, engulfing up his testicle sack and sliding into his poop chute her finger.

	Allison slipped off her blouse, dropped her bra, then shimmied out of her pants.  Then down came her panties and slowly did slid up onto Kevin’s body, straddling him and settling her cock hungry bald cunt onto the boy’s stiffy.
 	Julianna, after stripping off her clothes, slid up little Amber’s body, settling lightly onto the sweet girl’s face.  The little girl knew automatically what to do and began licking her Mom’s best friend’s hairless cunt.
	Meanwhile, beside them, Allison had come to lay on her back positioning her friend’s son onto her, positioning his erection to her cock hungry cunt.  Kevin made insertion like he had done to Amber.  Both women made satisfying sexual moans of gratification.  Amber’s tongue licked hurriedly into Julianna’s cunt; Julianna wriggled and frigged herself, smacked her own butt and pushed her cunt down onto the young face soiling it with her own personal juices.
	Kevin was doing well to juice up Allison’s poon, his little dinky though dinky did a fine job just the same.  It wasn’t so much that the cock was “satisfying” as a man-cock—it was the simple fact that she was having sex with such a young stud.

	Julianna and Allison retired to Julianna’s bedroom leaving Amber and Kevin to play nakedly in Kevin’s room.  Mostly they talked, discussed lightly about their Mothers but didn’t seem distraught over the sex they had been engaged in.
	And speaking of sex, Julianna and Allison were hard at it.  They had firstly embraced one another in Julianna’s bedroom and embraced to hard their bodies nearly became one.  After a lengthy kiss they fingered each other then came to lay on the great double bed where they continued kissing and began pussy pounding.
	Kevin and Amber got into listening to some of his music, watching his fish, and being typical kids of seven—who were naked.  They played “Chase Me” and wound up in the kitchen where they happily noshed on treats.
	And speaking of noshing…
	Their mothers 69ed happily and greedily tonguing the other’s cunt, jamming a dildo into the pussy and asshole, spanking, and having a good ole time!  Dom couldn’t take it anymore and had to abandon them.  He had to find away to either become human or once more invade someone and enjoy sex, too.