August Moone
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 50
Stand Alone Story
-Mini stories-
Decents into Horror

It’s a small wonder
	Months of planning; sleepless nights, pacing the floor, racking his brain, torn between decisions, and all the typical nuances that made any good scientist go crazy.  The inner workings of his project had been completed, twice!  The first one didn’t go as planned or projected so the second try was done in secrecy.  He still fumed greatly over his failed first project and hoped to right the wrong with the second.
	But the second project was not without its headaches, either.
	With the first project he had had a willing stand-in suitable for the final completion.  With the second, the second he had completely forgot about the need for a stand-in.  whoops.  To be frustrated would be an understatement.  How could he have forgotten to get a stand-in!  Of course, he had never factored in the need; he had seen the final result but not the whole picture as a whole. 
	He needed a stand-in, a model.
	Acquiring a stand-in/model wasn’t as easy as going to Supply and requisitioning one.  He did alright as far as acquiring information about certain aspects he needed for his project, but a “model” was more appropriate if it were to look right in the end.
	Frustrated he drove around his fair city—in search of a model.
	The realization of what he was contemplating (kidnapping) hadn’t sunk in.  It was in the name of science!  When he was finished with his project then he would merely return his model and that would be that.  No harm done.
	Ted Larson was a scientist.  A young scientist with a brilliant mind and new ideas for a new world.  Other scientists in his realm were making ways and means for improving man’s way of life; creating strains of viruses to fight other viruses; improving man’s sight, hearing, and other abilities; taking man beyond the stars and to the deepest depths.
	Scientist Ted Larson was creating the world’s first android.  A fully functioning (anatomically correct) android.  One that could think for itself, act, but carry out Man’s commands without hesitation.  An android that would help improve Man’s Way of Life in a fashion like no other device could.
	Unfortunately, Ted’s first android was confiscated by the Government.  Of course!  Their own scientists would pick the android apart to copy and create a race of their own—a new and improved solider.  It was good in theory but…
	All of Ted’s writings were, too, confiscated “for national security’s sake.”  Ted, though, had a memory of his work and quickly set out to create another android, but in secret.  He knew that the Government was watching him; but so far as he knew, his life was not in jeopardy, his house not bugged, and he was not on constant surveillance.  He continued his work at the scientist complex organization he worked for; but once home, he spent many hours in his secured basement—creating.
	The second android would not be a man, not man size, but child—child size.  Its abilities would be phenomenal to extraordinary; it would be a boon to those who were childless.
 	And speaking of child…
	With his first project android, a stand-in model was James Karry, a fellow non-descript co-worker who fit the mode of what Ted had envisioned for a model android.  For his second android, he needed a child.
	Ted had a child, James, but was short and pudgy and not in the vision Ted saw for a “model” child android.  He needed another.  He had come to the realization when he was ready to begin assembling the various componentry only to discover he had no cavity to put them in!
	Luring a child was something Ted couldn’t fathom.  What was he thinking!?  It was out and out kidnapping—but it was for the name of science!
	He had a device, a Device, a minding device, a Mind Altering Device (electronic).  In the day and age of EMADs there were many detectors and preventors; schools and all manners of public places; buses public and otherwise; homes, and on people’s person.
	Of course, there were always ways to defeat them.
	(and being a scientist, creating just the right EMAD was a cinch!)

	So, up one street, down the other, then crossing one and cruising a particular street where there were various havens for “subjects” to hang.  There were too many of them so Ted had to continue his search, and it took him three days.  He had to drive out of the city to a nearby desert town that was a touristy.  There, he spotted the perfect model and with the help of the EMAD, acquired her.
	She sat silently in the car as he made the return trip home, the EMAD successfully blanking her mind and making her perfectly zombie-like without being a zombie.  Once home he drove into the garage and waited until the door closed and the light went out.  Then, he carried his subject to the secret basement access.
	After laying the child on a stainless steel table he began turning on his equipment and prepping to begin his new creation.  Creating a new android wouldn’t just happen “out of thin air”; he had molds and chemicals, wirings, gizmos of this and that, a shell, components of this and that, and everything.
	When all was ready; he brought the computer online that would scan the child’s body so that it could transfer all the pertinent information to its circuitry then transfer all that information to the various awaiting molds and shells.
	The computer halted its scanning informing scientist Ted that there was a significant problem.
	“Unable to Scan.” Read out the computer on its primary screen.
	“Why?” asked Ted typing in the question.
	The computer responded that there were “interferences”; unable to scan the skin.  Ted looked to the near unconscious girl—“Oh, her clothes.”
	D’oh!
	Ted pulled off the girl’s shoes, socks, then undone her shirt with no thought about doing so.  Then, there was her bra.  He paused.  A long lingering pause—she was approx. ten years old; long flowing brown hair that had slight curls to it; a nice perfectly shaped face, sweet soft skin, and budding breasts.
	Ted began sweat.
	Then, summoning up courage he pulled the child up and undone her bra, removing it.  Then, it was down to her typical girlie pants.  There were flowers embroidered on the back packets, on the front pockets, and along the sides.  Ted once more paused a moment or two before undoing the pants and pulling them down.

	Green panties.
	Tight snug green cotton panties.  A long-long pause came to Ted with only the girl’s pants at her knees.  His green eyes feasted on the girl’s panties; he shook his head with his heart pounding near out of his chest.
	“I-I cant do this.” he whispered.  “Can I?”
	Yep, he can.  And did!
	In a fluid swoop off came the girl’s pants and then down came her panties.  Ted left her quickly to return to his computer and pressed “resume.”  The computer’s scanning device (atypical mad scientist contraption something akin to a high tech laser) returned to work.  A wide beam of blue light kissed the girl’s body going from head to her feet and back again.  
	The process would be long with the laser going into the girl’s body, later by layer.  It would take hours.  Meanwhile, Ted busied himself with more work keeping his mind from delving into darkness.
	It lasted all of 45-minutes.  In the scientist’s basement lab along with the equipment for creating an android; there, too, was a full bathroom.  Ted’s need arose and he made his way having to step over the piled clothes of “Andrea.”
	His eyes fell to her panties.
	Suddenly his cock surged.
	Panties.
	Small, cotton, green.
	In a fluid swoop he plucked the garment up and made for the bathroom.  After his needful pee he stood with his willy hanging out examining the undies, his cock hardened and the darkness of the abyss soon enveloped him.

	Joan Larson saw the red light on in the garage and new her scientist hubby was in his “secret” lab.  She enjoyed her life as a scientist’s wife, but a little more of his company would be nice, too.  He made good money, they had a nice house, two cars, and she really ahd the want for nothing.  Pouring herself some wine she returned to their bedroom—passing by her son’s room, listening and knowing what he was doing.  She let it go, he was a growing boy and she knew it was something boys did (girls did, too).
	In her room she sipped her wine then slipped off her nightie coverlet, then slipped to bed.  She wasn’t sleepy, she was horny.  Sex with Ted was, but not terrific.  He was a good provider, just not a good lover.  In the beginning (of their relationship/courtship) Ted liked various styles of sex, sex acts, and the like.

	In the beginning.
	When he secured his first genuine scientist job the sex with the wife took a backseat.  Joan was lucky to “get some” twice a week.  Then it was less than that till finally James was born unto them (and Joan found this quaint adult sex shop that provided adequately for her needs.  But nothing really replaced a nice throbbing hot cock.
	Downing her wine she laid out on her bed, it was after midnight, Ted was wrapped up in some special project and would remain doing so until the wee hours of the morning—just in time for him to “get up” and go to work!
	Joan sighed, farted, and slipped her hand down inside her panties.  A nice dildo was in her dresser but she wasn’t in the mood to fetch it, she settled for fingering herself and that was good enough.

	In his room, James Jamie Larson worked his cock into a furor.  The feeling of orgasmic bliss was right there but he couldn’t get it off.  His legs were open with his underwear at his ankles.  Furiously he tried bringing himself to that glorious glory that was—glorious.
	Suddenly the feeling was there, he could feel it al over his young eleven year old body and there was no stopping—not even if an axe wielding psycho with a hockey mask on his face came bursting thru the door.
	James strove to keep quiet as the juts of his love cream squirted from the piss slit of his cock and soiled his hand, bed, ceiling.  The feeling was incredible and as soon as it had come—it went.  There were lingering feelings that were still glorious, but the satisfaction of ejaculation had come and that was enough for him.
	Taking a tissue he wiped the goo from his hand, pulled up his underwear and pajamas and went to sleep.

	From her tree house, love struck boy crazy Harriet Brendle smiled and was giddy as she watched her love (James) masturbate.  She undulated all over with deep desires to have his love cream splashing onto her face.  Her young hairless pussy quaked and quickly she shucked her bikini swimsuit and furiously frigged her cock hungry cunt.  
	Her fingers moistened and soon she was slurping on them, but her desires were to have Jamie’s cock in her mouth—then in her cunt!

	His eyes fluttered as gobs of cum spewed out of his cock and soiled the green panties.  He breathed hard and sweated harder as his cock emptied onto Andrea’s panties.  There was immediate relief and Ted was relaxed.

	Back in the lab the computer was still scanning Andrea’s nude body.  Ted came to the exam table unaware of the fact that his cock was out—and still hard.  His eyes rested (feasted) on Andrea’s nakedness, specifically her cunny—her young ten year old cunny.
	He couldn’t—not that he couldn’t—could he?
	He shouldn’t—not that he shouldn’t—should he?
	He wouldn’t—not that he wouldn’t—would he?
	It was quite a sticky situation.  Speaking of sticky—there was some “sticky” substance leaking from his pud.  He clutched the green panties already soiled and massaged his cock some more—then some more.  In his mind he saw his sticky substance drizzling onto the unawares child on the table.  On her sweet heavenly face, her undeveloped breasts, then her very virgin cunny.
	He couldn’t.
	He shouldn’t.
	He wouldn’t.
	Would he?
	He knew that participating in such a carnal demand would mean stepping over the line.  For a long while he had been oblivious to the outside world’s perils of electronic mind controllers of one sort or another; he had been naïve.  But then there was an investigation of all top notch scientists and their work regarding electronics of one sort or another.  Ted then became very aware of such devices and what they were for.
	Then it was too much; every newscasts had some story about someone being a victim of an EMAD.  Mostly it was children, teens, and usually always girls.  Good looking women, too; vengeful people seeking serious revenge against those who had wronged the person possessing the EMAD; and on and on it went.
	Ted pushed the terribleness of the news to the back of his mind and concentrated on his work.  But it couldn’t be ignored, and it settled in his mind, upon his mind occasionally then bringing up situations.
	Situations.
	Being a scientist in good standing he had a social group to keep up and on occasion there were “parties” and other assorted social gatherings.  One such was the previous year, a Summer bash for the Company where many of the “younger” set wore Summery clothing; dresses, skirts, short shorts, walking shorts, tight jeans.  Girls from ten to eighteen.  Ted tried very hard not to stare or pay attention too much to the “younger” girls—but those tight shorts they wore, swimsuits, and the like made it hard—damn hard.

	So, anyways, there was this girl.  She was all of ten, really.  Strawberry blond, flat chest, hair in loose twin braids hanging down her flat chest, and very cute.  At ten, though, she didn’t have much of a butt, or body; Ted was not interested in little girls or young early teens.  Sixteen and above was good.  As he munched on the barbeque fare at the company’s own park where some fifty company families were assembled for the annual Summer bash, Ted found himself checking a young girlie butt now and then, feasting his eyes on young teen girls, and becoming hard.
	It was that “hard” that got him.
	While he munched on a hot dog, Tiffany Arlene, Don Arlene’s daughter, captured his attention.  Don Arlene was from Services and Support, a likeable guy who Ted knew so-so.  The girl was smiling; she wore a sleeveless Summery top, green with a big daisy emblazoned on the front and light green pants.  She was cute and apparently, “up to something.”
	“What?” Ted asked as he tried not to drop the chili cheese dog sauce on his shirt.
	“I know what that is.”
	Ted was at a loss.  But the little girl was all smiles, giggles, and her eyes told the tale.  Ted grew nervous and greatly embarrassed.  What did it mean, what would she do, or say?
	‘I know what that is?’ how’d SHE know what that is, Ted’s throbbing hard cock?  She was TEN!  She wasn’t supposed to know hardly anything.  Then,
	“Can I see it?”
	WHAT!?

	In a meeting room closed off from the rest of the world, Ted and Tiffany did the nasty.  This after stripping off their clothes in front of each other.  Ted stood with a raging-raging hard-on, presenting it proudly before the giddy ten year old.  His cock was firing off as the young vixen stripped off her clothes, shucking her panties.
	Green panties.  They were green.
	Ted sighed.  His heart pounded near out of his chest; with his eyes closed he gently stroked his cock, wrapping Andrea’s panties about his throbbing stick.  How long had it been since he had put it to his wife?  He new that if he had to think about it had been awhile.  She was a good wife, the house was always clean, she was supportive of his projects, and never was overdrawn at the bank.
	She was also good in bed.
	Tiffany Arlene.  He HAD gone to the private meeting room, but not with Tiffany.  He had gone alone and there in the darkness and coolness of the meeting room he jacked himself—with the image of putting it to the young girl, Tiffany, and all the other bitches at the party.
	To curb his abnormal desires he threw himself into his work.  That helped.  It really did.  Any time he slipped up and thought about boning some young girl, he worked harder.
	Now, on the table was Andrea, ten years young, and naked.
	Already he had “used” her panties as a source of relief.  But there was Andrea, unconscious, unaware, and naked.  Ted’s feet were planted to the floor.  A thousand images were in his mind, a thousand situations where he took some young cunt somewhere, got naked, and had his way with her.
	Teen girls fifteen to eighteen, young damsels from the workplace, from his church, from his social group, from his wife’s family—there was that hot Veronica Flowers, his wife’s niece.  She was sixteen and damn hot!
	A thousand girls.  All of differing shapes, sizes, with hair styles of this sort and that, styles of dress, smiles, and oh so alluring.  But he couldn’t.  He was a professional, a respected scientist, a father, a husband, and he just couldn’t.

	Andrea lay absolutely still.  The computer had completed its scanning of her naked body—and requested that she be “turned over”.  Ted could hardly move but he eventually did so and gently rolled/turned the Subject to be scanned over, straightened her up—and paused.
	The computer screen blinked “PRESS WHEN READY”.
	Ted wasn’t ready.
	He was ready for something else, though.  His cock screamed and ached, he DID have lurid thoughts of the carnal kind.  He DID see himself sinking his manhood into the girl’s cunt, her mouth; ejaculating his love cream to coat her sweet face.  He saw it on her, in his mind he saw his juices spilling forth from his cock to drizzle and coat the child’s face, chest, and pussy.
	Then there was her ass.  She had been rolled over and now there was her ass for him to adore.  Oh my!  It was a lovely ass and Ted found himself unable to hold himself back from caressing it.
	Just a little caressing.  Just laying his hand on her ass; smoothing his hand over the cheeks.  His body sighed and cock spurted.  He couldn’t—he just couldn’t!
	Could he?

	He was already a kidnapper.  He realized that; but it was in the name of science!  The girl hadn’t been harmed, in fact; her mind had been blanked so as she wouldn’t be aware of what had happened to her.  
	The urge was there—strong (and hard.)  Closing his eyes he opened her legs (this after turning her back over onto her back.)  With her legs opened—he drew her to him and he himself stepped closer to him, his throbbing scientist’s cock head greeting her very young innocent pussy.
	When he had been young, twelve or so, he had gone to live with his uncle; there were three cousins to share living with—two girls and a boy.  The boy was young, the girls young teens.  Ted’s single Mom was hospitalized (but later recovered and got better) so the stint at the uncle’s abode was temporary.
	While there, Ted was privy to special idiosyncrasies of “family love”.  Firstly, he was privy to “discipline”—the image of his thirteen year old cousin being bare assed spanked reigned supreme in his mind (forever.)  In the girls’ bedroom Mary had committed some offense of one type or another warranting discipline—harsh discipline.  Ted peeking thru the crack of the door got an eyeful of Mary bent over onto her bed, her pants and panties at her knees, and her lily white ass turning a bright shade of red.
	It was the first significant time Ted got wood.
	After a few minutes of horrendous bare hand to bare ass spanking, the girl in turmoil had to pull her own cheeks open.  The uncle’s body blocked what else went on and one of the other cousins came along, too, disrupting Ted’s view.  He fled to the bathroom where he “spanked the monkey” until its juices splashed against the wall.  He had spanked his monkey a few times before but never—never had it been so good as it was when seeing Mary’s ass in flames.
	Mostly it was Mary’s ass—her bare ass.
	Then, oldest cousin, Debbie, tantalized him; they all were good natured and got along very well.  They cut jokes, dirty jokes, cussed, smoked, smoked “alternative” cigarettes, and so on.  Then, while joshing one another one time and something was said in gist, Debbie quipped, “Kiss my ass!”
	Ted playfully returned, “Bare it!”
	And she did!
	From the kitchen where they had been playing cards, drinking the uncle’s brew, puffing on those alternative ciggys, the girls’ bedroom was just down a short hallway.  She was making her way to the room when the quipping was spoken.  Ted was still seated at the great round kitchen dinning table and checked his cousin after he made his return quip.
	Standing partly in the hall and partly bent into her room, Debbie Lynn pushed her jeans and panties down enough to expose her ass.  Ted stared at it, Debbie patted it.  Ted nearly tripped up getting out of the chair and making his way to the glorious offering.
	On his knees he closely got to examine the bared ass, he tried to take it all in for future reference—and did.  It was a glorious ass, kind of tanned by nude sunbathing; perfectly shaped and alluring.
	There was the “crack” to adore, too; the clenching “hole”; the “taint”, and the most glorious of all—the pussy.  Ted was rather clueless in reference to sex; he was naïve to the anatomy of a girl’s body as a whole.  But he was normal in the sense that he was curious, horny, and a monkey spanker.  Living with his single Mom, Ted was somewhat “sheltered”.
	On his knees, Ted “kissed” his cousin’s butt; she parted her cheeks and he kissed her hole, too.  But that was all.  She  quickly hitched up her britches and darted into her room, slamming the door behind her.  Ted returned to the bathroom whereupon he happily spanked away his happy monkey.  (in the bathroom was a clothes hamper the girls used and there Ted did find many a soiled panty to increase the happiness of his monkey…)

	Then there was the time when Ted caught his cousins being naughty; cousin Mary lay out on her bed; top off, no bra.  Her pants and panties at her ankles, her brother Kevin on top of her, fucking.  Cousin Debbie was there, too; top on, but her pants and panties at her ankles, too; fingering herself while positioned on the bed, shoulders against the wall.
	Busting in on the cousins only frightened Debbie.  Mary and Kevin continued right on with what they were doing—mostly Kevin as he was right at the pivotal moment where not even the presence of bloodied axe murderer would frighten him.  Maybe his uncle, though…
	Debbie chastised her visiting cousin, pulled up her clothes and left.  Kevin and Mary continued their fun with Mary inviting Ted to come closer.  Her did.  Her stared at her bouncing breasts and began grinding the heel of his hand to his aching cock.
	Mary grinned and caressed her brother’s pounding ass; he paid Ted no attention—solely concentrating on getting his nut.  Ted moved down as he was curious about the business end—the penetration area.  Firmly etched in his mind (along with his cousin being bare assed spanked) was Kevin’s “monkey” sliding in and out of Mary’s pussy.
	Ted’s own monkey demanded attention and he hauled it out.  As he spanked his monkey, he saw out the corner of his eye cousin Debbie at the door peeking (at him!)

	Kevin got his nut, it seemed to have taken a while.  Then, after he had gotten off, getting off took even longer!  He lay on his sister until she playfully pushed him off.  She then fingered her pussy while wide eyed Ted gawked at her.
	Mary beckoned him to “come on” and he was about to, when the front door was heard and the Uncle was home (earlier)—the bastard!  The kids flew in a near panic with Ted actually diving out the window into the backyard.
	The uncle was none the wiser and all was well.
	‘Cept for Ted who had hurt his shoulder, knees, and hand on his exit.  Not too mention his cock was still in sexual agony of disruption.  But cousin Mary took care of that…
	Later that afternoon while friends of the uncle was over, Mary gave Ted a tour of the family RV.  It was a reinvented 1950s bus, custom made by the uncle into a touring recreational vehicle.  Ted marveled at the control panel, the small kitchen and table where the family would have their meals, the central bathroom, pantry and closets, then the back area that was a bedroom.
	It was there where Mary laid out on the width wise bed, coyly she pulled her young cousin onto her.  And with their clothes on, he humped.  Mary rubbed and squeezed his butt and soon was daringly undoing her jeans…

	Cousin Mary Marie was his first sexual experience—other than that spanking of his monkey thing.  In the heat of the afternoon, Ted Larson, Jr. “got some.”  Mary inched her brown corduroys down (no panties) and even helped clumsy shy timid Ted get his down.
	Natural instinct and previous viewing of cock placement helped Ted achieve glorious steadfast victory in sexual intercourse.  He thought his mind would explode.  An overwhelming development of sexual feelings never before experienced tantalized the young pre-teen.  It was the best fuck he had ever had—well, it was the first fuck he had ever had and none had ever bettered it.
	Mary also pulled up her brown knit shirt revealing her “twins.”  They were nice.  (no bra) and Kevin got to suckle them, kiss, suck, nip, suck, and blast a hot juicy load of pre-teen spunk into her cunny below.
	Hand humping took a backseat to pussy humping that day.

	And after “getting some” from Mary, he got some (finally) from Debbie, too.  With Mary, after humping and cumming off, he sat back to ogle at where he had been; Mary fingered herself, giggled and was slightly blushing.  Ted was all kinds of blushing and his little pre-teen cum squirter was ready to go again.
	Of course, that was when they were once more interrupted.
	But it was by Debbie.
	Debbie firstly jumped on Mary and Ted bitching about “what if Dad would have come out here!?”
	But their Dad was embroiled in a card game and nothing shy of a tornado was going to send him away.  Kevin was involved in the game, too, so the girls had Ted to themselves.
	Hmmmm
	Debbie knew how to manually shut the usually air operated door, then opened the windows for some air.  She then stripped off all of her clothes which thrilled young Ted to death.  It was a dream cum true, watching a girl take her clothes off.  He stared at Debbie as down she slid her pinkish panties, standing up stark naked.
	Mary had shucked her clothes and then helped the stunned Ted out of his.  And when he was out of his clothes, Debbie got on her knees and began playing with his cock and balls.  Ted was out of his living mind.
	Mary got out her private “stash” and lit up while Debbie toked on Ted’s ganja.  It wasn’t as good as humping poon, but close counts, mate, close counts!
	After filling Debbie’s mouth with his love juice (and she swallowed) Debbie took a hit from the doobie and passed it on to Ted.  He didn’t get stoned but got tipsy.  Laying out on the bed Ted was awed with a Reverse Missionary, Mary climbed onto him and took his willy to her cunny.  Debbie spanked her as she humped and she seemed to like it!
	Ted liked it—a lot!
	And after Mary, Debbie mounted Ted, grinding her hot shaven snatch all over his cock and balls, taking him into her cunt before rose up and Mary guided him into her dirt chute!
	Ted didn’t care (and at the time, he didn’t know the difference!)

	After that, it was pretty much sex all the time—in between going to schools, getting chores done, extra curricular activities, and having a social life.  One time Ted came home to find a “surprise” for him.  In the girls’ bedroom was Angela Ghanders.  She was a family friend and all of ten years young.

	Cousin Kevin had just dismounted from her, leaving a great gob of spunk all over her freshly fucked cunt.  Cousin Mary went down to suck the spillage up while Cousin Debbie sucked her brother’s cock.  All were nude and Ted was nude in seconds.
	He felt a little at odds about sinking his bone into Angela, but she was willing.  Wondrously was her cunny tight!  It was the most amazing thing and Ted was amazed!  While he humped her, Kevin reamed his sisters, one at a time one after the other—while they 69ed on the floor.
	Ted’s fucking of Angela was incredible.  He thoroughly enjoyed his times dwelling in Mary and Debbie, but screwing Angela was something else!  It was a wondrous event that deeply entrenched itself in his mind.
	There, too, were the images of Mary getting her bare ass spanked.  For whatever reason, Ted never knew what infraction Mary incurred, but it dealt her the reason enough to be thoroughly punished by having her against her bed with her pants and panties to her knees.  Then, the Uncle was there with his bare hand applying it mightily to her bare ass.
	There, too, was the time Mary was not up against her bed but against cloth covered foot rest.  The footrest was big, not small; two feet square and two feet high and overstuffed with sponge for comfort.  Mary was bent over the footrest, her green nappy top down over her head (no bra); her green tight shorts and white panties at her ankles.  
	The girl’s ass was pointed UP into the air as she had to have her hands planted on the floor along with her feet.  After much spanking the Uncle parted her ass—what went on then Ted couldn’t see from his vantage point of the crack in the door—but there WAS familiar gruntings and groanings moments later!

	Ted got to sink his pud into Angela a few more times before his Mom got better and returned home—and so did he.  It didn’t end the sexploits of Ted, there were a couple of weeks were he had to return to Spanking the Monkey, humping his bed, but soon the handsome charm of Ted Jr. got him the attention of Charlene Chandler, Monica Beaver, and a few other girls to keep his “monkey” happy thru his teen years.
	After college he married Joan; who thru college kept his monkey happy, too.  She was decent girl who did in the early stages of their courtship please him inasmuch as his cousins had; but after marriage and their first year, the sex though still good tapered.  They enjoyed good flings now and then and that was supposed to last them until the next “fling.”
	Ted returned to college, Joan got pregnant, Ted landed the prestigious job at a science laboratory, and the sex once more tapered.  
	Andrea never moaned, batted an eye, or made any indication that she was “aware”.  Ted diligently guided his cock up against her delicate cunny.  It was a perfect cunny; hairless,	unbroken, probably untouched (‘cept for wiping and cleaning.)  Holding his breath he pressed the head of his engorged prick against the tender soft skin that was her sex, her entrance.
	The desire was there.
	‘Put it in her!’ he heard himself say.
	But he couldn’t.  She was just too young.  He humped her, though, grinding his cock against her sex until he spurted a quantity of his juices.  The release was incredible, mind blowing.  He hadn’t even been IN the girl and already she had pleased him sexually!
	He humped his cock in his own mess, finding it a little easier to glided his cock head just inside the folds of the girl’s virgin cunny.  He remembered fondly (very fondly) Angela.  She had the same like pussy.  Mary and Debbie filled his mind; the girls enjoyed 69ing one another and often times, Kevin and Ted got involved, too.  Whatever girl was on top, eventually she got her cheeks spread and Ted or Kevin reamed her hole.  Then, while the position was still just, the girl on the bottom got her legs pulled back and one of the boys filled THAT hole.
	And usually, the girls sucked cock and balls, whatever was available and handy while they munched twat.
	The images caused Ted’s cock to swell and he began a more earnest hump.  He resolved, though, No Penetration!  But the desire to do so was there; strong was it there, though, and hard not to do.  
	But he didn’t.  He squirted one more blast of sticky goo then pulled away.  He slumped against a lab table exhausted.  He pulled on his member, fondled his balls, and still wrestled with the contemplation of to proceed with sex with the unconscious/unawares girl, or leave her alone.
	Leave her alone and fetch another!
	Yeah!  Just like the other EMAD users did.  A teen girl, a pretty sixteen-seventeen year old would be more suitable.  Even a twelve year old.  Thirteen, fourteen—it was endless.  Any teen (or preteen) girl would do.  And he resolved further that doing one girl would satisfy him and he could go on without further involvement.
	He settled some (some); the computer informed him that it was ready to go on.  He left Andrea on the table and returned to his work.  The computer now had a “mold” to replicate his android.  It would take hours, though with very little input from Ted—he had a good computer lab.)  So, he cleaned Andrea, getting hard and sexually encouraged again, but maintained his earlier vow.  

 	After dressing the girl she was returned to the last place she remembered being and released.  Ted drove around the town but passed on many possibles; his desires had waned and he needed to return to his lab.

*

	It would be weeks before Ted’s project saw life.  There was, apparently, a lot involved in bringing an android to life, very tedious and studious work.  Ted spent every waking moment crafting his work, which put a big strain on his family.  They knew and understood that he was deeply involved in something and assured them that they would be the first to know about it when he was finished.  (they would be the only ones to know about it.)
	But at last the basement lab project was ready for the unveiling.  His dear family had no clue.  Ted was as giddy as a school girl, with perky nipples yet!  With their eyes closed, shades of the living room drawn, Project 1010 was introduced to the family.
	Joan and Jamie were a bit confused.
 	“This is Ten-Ten.” Ted said proudly.
 	Joan gave him that, “Huh?” look, Jamie simply stared.
	“Ten-Ten, this is Ten-Ten, my project I’ve been working on.” Ted declared to his stunned confused family.
	“A little girl has been your project?”
	“She’s not a little girl,” supplied Ted, “she’s an android.”
	Joan was floored.
	Jamie was still stunned, but no longer shocked.
	“Whoa!” Jamie expressed.  “That’s cool!”
	Ten-Ten was dressed in simple clothing, just a girl’s shirt and pants with shoes.  No socks, no underwear.  Raising Ten-Ten’s shirt he pressed inward to open a cavity revealing Ten’s inner workings.
	Joan was aware of his previous project, an adult male android.  She couldn’t fathom a child android.  Why would he create something like that.  Though there were logistical questions in regards to that, Joan was overcome with joy.  A girl!  Ten-Ten was a girl!
	Ten-Ten?
	“Ten-Ten?  Why Ten-Ten?”
	It was the project number he had assigned to her.
	“Why a girl?” James asked.
	A valid question.  One of which his Dad avoided with technical mumbo jumbo—but he supplied his son with a simple response; “pleasing to the eye.”
	“Ah.”
	Joan was completely awed by Ten-Ten, she was lovely, perfect.
	(she was a mirror image of the little girl Ted had had on his lab table!)
	Ted went thru the process of explaining Ten-Ten’s abilities; her thought processes, artificial intelligence, reasoning, and so on—android technical stuff.
	James lost interest, he was still interested and awed greatly that the family had a robot (er, android) in their house.  He couldn’t tell anyone, of course, not yet.  She needed refining and assurance of security; plus feasibility as a commodity.
	“Commodity?”
	Ted had to explain that childless couples or families full of BOYS and no girls would benefit from Ten-Tens.
	It was then Joan decided that “Ten-Ten” just wasn’t suitable for the new family member.  Joan fussed over the android girl spouting out one name after another, finally settling on one:  Vicki.
	Ted was okay with it, too—the previous nomination had been “Andrea” and that just wouldn’t do.

	Jamie went on to bed leaving his parents to fuss over the new addition.  He wasn’t bummed but a little annoyed—a girl!  Imagine!  But, even a BOY would have been annoying.  James lay on his bed clenching his fists, what did his Dad mean by bringing someone like Ten-Ten into the family!?
	He fumed but drifted off to sleep.
	In her tree house, Harriet fumed, too—he didn’t get naked and spank his monkey!

	“Does she eat?”
	“Does she—go to the bathroom?”
	“Will she grow?”
	“Can we go shopping?”
	There was no manual-instruction booklet per se; she was an android.  She could think, for herself even, but inasmuch as Ted had provided her logic circuits.  But she could learn.  She was capable of individual thought on a limited basis but expandable.  

	There was as much intelligence as Ted could provide, plus she had access to more of course in various ways.  Excellent eye sight, hearing, and perfect speaking.  Joan had a problem with that, if she were to be a replacement or addition to a family, then perfect “speech” was not always appropriate.  People did not often speak distinctly or succinctly; especially young children.
	“That’s why I created her,” Ted explained, to work out the bugs and fine tune her to be very acceptable to the populace.
	She WOULD consume food and drink and it would be expelled from her body in the normal human manner to make her even MORE human.  But the waste matter would be just recycled food products that would be incinerated inside her torso cavity.
	She was something special, and her name was Vicki.

*

	In the days that followed, James got used to Vicki and was no longer not so much envious of her.  She was unique, different, and a girl.  All girl.  True, she was the age of a ten year old human girl, but a girl—he understood that she was Anatomically Correct.  He didn’t know what that meant at the time and had to look it up.  When he did, he was ecstatic.
	As it happened, Joan protested Vicki Ten-Ten being stowed in the secured basement laboratory.  That was cruel (but not unusual).  So, Ted relented and allowed his Project to dwell in the living area of the house.  That suited James and he offered HIS room for her to “sleep” in; specifically his closet.
	Vicki had a “shut-off” mode; she never tired, of course, and had a long life battery system for a power source.  But she did have a “sleep” mode to re-energize her various components and digest what she had learned for that day.
	So, when James was sure his parents were nestled sound to sleep, James slipped out of his bed and to his closet.  Most of his clothes were in his dresser with his closet reserved for toys, sports crap, and a few hanging jackets of this and that.  Plenty of room to stow an android.
	His Mom had gone nuts and purchased “clothes” for Vicki, dresses and appropriate attire for a girl of ten.  She was flat chested and would remain so until her “Dad” made alterations and/or additions to her growing abilities.  But that came later.  The first night Vicki was stowed in his closet, James Jamie Larson got curious.
	“Was she really anatomically correct?”  let’s find out!

	Wow!
	Dad was good.
	Pulling Vicki out of closet, stuffing his pajamas into the crack of his bedroom door to prevent any light from escaping, James stood before his “sister” in his underwear.  Vicki was in a familiar pair of pants and shirt—James’ pants and shirt.  Old ones but Vicki needed clothes for the presentation.
	And as James as a BOY and not a girl and Joan was a woman not a ten year old girl, Ted had no underwear suitable for Ten-Ten to wear, James’ boy underwear wouldn’t even fit her so he passed on having her wear any and just put his son’s clothes on her.
	James was elated.  He had seen crude drawings on the bathroom wall, some drawing were actually pretty good.  There were the health books, books in the library and what he could find surfing the Web, brief glimpses of family friends’ little girls, and a pretty good imagination.
	He saw his neighbor, Harriet, in her underwear “often.”  It was her preferred style of dress.  Harriet had the hots for James, she wanted him badly and wanted to marry him, even!  James had other plans.  Harriet was okay, just a pest, very-very skinny, obnoxious, and just overly obsessed with him.  But she was not without her charm; red headed with long flowing flaming hair, a jillion freckles on her face, and just way too perky.
	James slowly pushed Vicki’s pants down.  He was well greeted with her nakedness.  A pussy, a girl’s pussy right up close and personal.
	“Hot damn!” he exclaimed.
	“Hot damn.” Repeated Vicki.
	James freaked, his Dad told him that one of the ways Vicki “learned” stuff was by observing the world around her—and repeating what was said so as to better adapt.  James had to be careful.  But in the short time that he knew the android, he learned that he could, too, learn her.  Meaning, he could teach her stuff—AND she would keep that “stuff” to herself (in secret.)
	Anyways, James had up close and very personal viewing of Vicki’s poon.  Slowly he got her to go to his bed and lay down.  (he helped her out of her pants before she moved and tripped)  Once on the bed (and her legs wide open) Jamie checked Vicki’s “vagina” very up close and very personal.
	Firstly he eyed it.  Check.
	Secondly he touched it.  Check.
	Thirdly he sniffed it.  Check.
	What?
	It was a part of the exam, go with it.

	He took every nuance of the android girl’s pussy, he WAS very glad (very) that his Dad had created a girl-bot other than a boy-bot.  very glad.  James would have actually been pissed if dear old scientist Daddy would have created a boy-bot.
	After eyeing, touching, and sniffing, James continued.
	Licking. Check.  
	He had heard of such tactics, didn’t understand them, but he had heard of them.  “eat a girl’s pussy, it’s the bomb!” The concept of “eat a girl out” was elusive to James, but he was twelve.  
	He licked Vicki’s poon, prying open the “lips” and “checking” it out all over and inside as much as he could.  Her skin was soft, human-like.  His Daddy had done a good-good job.
	It was back to staring at the bald naked pussy before sliding up onto Vicki’s body, sliding down his pajama bottoms.  Vicki stared up to the ceiling, not blinking and barely looking alive.  It kind of freaked James out but he continued anyways, resting his very hard cock against Vicki’s entrance.
	Penetration came nextly it was more fantastic than he could ever imagine.  It was way better than humping his hand—way better.  Natural instinct guided him into the mode of sexual intercourse, he caressed his ass and eased his young pud all the way in then began a steady course of pumping.
	It was more glorious than could consciously be comprehended.
	Young James Jamie knew that he wanted to do it for the rest of his days.  And with Vicki Ten-Ten, he could!  Her synthetic pussy would never wear out!  James humped and humped, was a little sloppy and clumsy but it was his first time.
	After cumming (and what a cum it was!) James was exhausted.  His whole body was a swath of sweat.  His balls ached, his legs ached, his cock was in heaven.  It was like nothing he had ever done before—but wanted to do many times over.
	He slipped into the hall bathroom and washed himself, took a long pee, then brought a washrag to Vicki and wiped her down.  It was the most fantastic thing he could ever imagine—fucking that is.  He returned her to the closet, with her clothes on, then fell to his bed “spanking his monkey” until he fell asleep.
	The new morning brought a new day, and panties!

*

	Joan Larson was elated to the point of sexual ecstasy with the family addition; she enjoyed shopping for her family, but they seldom appreciated it and seldom less accompanied her.  For the time being, she couldn’t take Vicki with her, either, but that would change soon enough.  In the meantime, she shopped.
	Not an entire wardrobe, but close counts.  She wanted to set up a the guest bedroom for a new bedroom, Vicki’s room.  But Ted wasn’t so much into that, Vicki didn’t necessarily “require” a bedroom, she stowed easily in their son’s closet.
	So Joan relented, for the time being.  She would eventually get her way, she was a woman and that was that.  But she DID get her “daughter” clothes; and after dressing her she went off to her non-profit organization.  Ted was at work, James at school—until 3:10PM when he got home.
	Finding no one home his cock led the way to his room.
	Vicki was in Off-Sleep Mode in his closet.  James frowned at the new clothes, he knew his Mom had been shopping.  He didn’t know what it was with her and shopping.  Vicki was in a dress, knee length, complete with dress shoes and socks.  Her hair had been restyled, there were plastic ribbons at the temples, and she even smelled like some of the girls James knew at school.
	Raising her dress James was greeted by white girlie panties.
	Panties!
	She was an android—she had no need for underwear (she didn’t fart ‘cause that’s what underwear are for—fart filters.)  James led her to his bed (again) with only one thing on his mind.  Sex!
	It wasn’t a big deal getting her clothes off, the dress was easy and she had only panties on for underclothes.  James found a new thrill sliding Vicki’s panties off.  His cock soared and there just seemed something unique about sliding a girl’s panties off.
	Once she was nude, James mounted her and wasn’t as clumsy about his work as he had been previously.  He rubbed his butt (like when he did when he humped his bed) then got Vicki to rub his butt.  
	Meanwhile, Harriet the horny spy sat in awe in her treehouse.  She didn’t know who Jamie was screwing, but it sure wasn’t her!  To be miffed would be an understatement and she confronted Jamie her love the following day—right after school and right when he was in the midst of “getting some.”

	From her tree house vantage point she saw him with the girl on his bed, he stripped her down then stripped off his own clothes, then got on top of her and “got some.”  Harriet Brendle was a woman not to be scorned.
	James was frightened—on several fronts; he had pissed Harriet off and she was aware of Vicki.  James passed Vicki off as a visiting cousin.  The two met and Harriet had no idea Vicki Ten-Ten was an android.  This news was somewhat received well by James’ Dad; but still, he feared it was too early for his project to be social.
	Harriet had been interrupted by the return of James’ Mom so she continued her spying on him from her tree house.  And the following day there he was again, “getting’ some.”  And after he had “got some”, he got more!  Harriet saw thru her super spy glasses Cousin Vicki on her knees SUCKING James’ cock!
	Cocksucking was something James had heard at school, on the street, and in the daily news.  He was curious and couldn’t quite grasp the concept of “blowjob”, “getting a headjob”, or “cocksucking.”  He finally figured it out, though, and couldn’t wait to get home to try it out.
	Vicki was a quick learner and was willing to give him “head.”  
	Harriet had had enough—SHE wanted to have James’ cock in her mouth, cunt, and anywhere else he wanted to stick it.  Once more she confronted her stalwart lover.
	“I know what you’ve been doing.” she told him flatly. 
	“Huh?”
	Harriet didn’t fully explain HOW she knew, she just knew and that was enough for Jamie to be freaked out.
	However, Harriet was willing to keep the info to herself—provided that he do something for her.  James wasn’t quite prepared for that.  He knew the strange girl with the flaming hair had a thing for him, he himself just wasn’t interested in her.  She was a pestering obnoxious neighbor, not much of a body, sometimes an “airhead” and no body.
	But James liked his allowance, his freedom, and other perks of being an only child.  He quickly realized that any slip ups and he could be replaced!  What a bummer!  So, he relented.
	“All right, Harriet,” Jamie growled-drawled, “whattya want?”
	Harriet smiled and brushed the back of her hand to his still hard boy tool.
	James nearly fainted.

	In his room Harriet wasted no time and stripped off her clothes.
	James stood batting his eyes and clearly in a stunned stupor.  It wasn’t that Harriet was unappealing to the eye (or cock), she was a friend (more or less) and a neighbor and he just didn’t think of her sexually.  And, too, she wasn’t sexually appealing.
	But she was willing.
	She willing stripped off her clothes and stood stark naked, in his room!  That was big plus.  She was a skinny gal and basically the only hair on her was on her head—long flowing luster filled flaming red hair.  All those freckles, too!  
	Harriet then asked, “So where’s your cousin?”
	“Oh, uh, somewhere, around, sleeping.”
	Harriet didn’t seem to care that someone else was around, she eyed Jamie waited.  Jamie undone his clothes and soon stripped to his skin and stood with a nice throbbing cock that was very pleasing to Harriet.
	The strange skinny girl firstly handled her lover’s cock, caressing it—stroking, squeezing before she went to her knees to get an eyeful (er, mouthful) of it.
	James was ecstatic.  “Holy cow!” he blurted.  Two blowjobs in the same day!  It was fantastic!  He couldn’t compare right off who was better, Vicki or Harriet—not that it mattered, either.  Harriet worked his pud tantalizing it to the extremes.  The skinny girl held his balls and caressed his ass as she sucked him and Jamie was in love.
	Suddenly the “feeling” every boy desires came upon him, quickly, too.  Too quick and he was unable to pull out to squirt off somewhere else besides Harriet’s mouth.  There, too, though; was Harriet’s power suck creating such a vacuum that James was unable to pull out and he unleashed a torrential amount of boy jiz filling Harriet’s mouth to the brim and overflowing.
	James was embarrassed but very relieved.  Harriet swallowed.
	Sitting back the skinny redhead closely examined the cum drizzling cock, smiling with bits of cum clinging to her the corners of her mouth and coating her chin.
	“That was good!” she exclaimed.
	James was unable to make a statement.

	With her legs WIDE open, James got another Up Close and Very Personal viewing of a girl’s cunt.  It wasn’t that much different than that of “cousin” Vicki’s, but it was different in the sense that it was human.

	To James, though, really—it made little difference.  He looked the same, tasted the same, and felt the same.  He licked and lapped, nipped the “lips” and delved fingers and tongue into the entrance.  Harriet was all kinds of pleased about that.  All kinds.
	James soon moved up to grind his cock against the strange willing girl’s sex, but she had had enough of that foreplay shit and gripping his stick guided him into her and they commenced to fucking.

	A ship’s anchor couldn’t keep James on the ground.  Sexual intercourse with a GIRL beat everything else.  He would never hump his hand or bed again!  He still could not accurately compare sex between Harriet and Vicki, to him, they were about the same.  His cock had exploded well in both girls and he had been well pleased.  (Harriet, too.)
	And after he had cum in her cunt, the strange girl sucked on James’ cock and talked him into licking HER where he had just been!  He was a little grossed out by such a deed (but he did it.)  
	Time was against them or they would have coupled again (and again).  Harriet had to go home and James had to cool off.  He floated mostly; he betted that he was the only boy in his school who was actually “getting some” and not just making it up.
	And as soon as his parents went to bed, he got Vicki out and got her to suck him, lay out on his bed with her legs open, and take him on.  Vicki didn’t make faces, though, as she was humped on; but she pleased his cock, rubbed his ass, and gave him a wondrous orgasm.
	The following day there was Harriet pleasing his cock again.  She came over early before James had a chance to “get some” from Vicki.  He was okay with that, but all day he had been thinking of how good Vicki would be.
	Another day and James found Vicki not at home; his Dad had her in the basement lab.  But he tagged Harriet anyways and they were giddy knowing that James’ Dad was home.
	Another day and it was James’ Mom who had Vicki, taking her out of the house and into public for the first time—against Ted’s wishes.  But he was pleased with the results just the same.
	Finally, Vicki WAS home when James got there and he quickly got her nude and into her.  He was just at the cumming off point when KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK came to the front door.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” James exclaimed.
	“Son-of-a-bitch.” Vicki repeated.
	James scurried into his pants and hustled to the front door.
	Harriet.
	Damn.
	He shoulda known but his mind had been occupied.  Harriet’s eyes fell onto her lover’s crotch; he hadn’t zipped up properly and there was a small “stain” showing thru his jeans.  And he was sweaty, too.
	“I know what YOU’VE been doing!” giggled Harriet.
	James dragged the girl in.
	“You wont tell on me, us, will you?”
	Harriet smiled and fondled James’ pulsing cum dripping cock,
	“No,” but it came with a string.

	In his room, it couldn’t be better.  Harriet and Vicki, nude, on his bed, willingly to take him on, please him, love him, please him.  It was phenomenal, fantastic, unfuckingbelievable!  James was sure he was getting more sex than any kid he knew at school.
	On another day of enjoying both girls, he was busted.
	Daddy Ted made a sudden unannounced appearance; his car was in the shop and he was home in his lab doing some work.  In the middle of his “work” he needed Vicki and came to get her—finding her sprawled out naked on James’ bed WITH the strange redheaded neighbor girl, Harriet, beside her AND James also naked on top of Vicki—with Harriet rubbing James’ ass, spanking him as he pumped.
	Ted’s breath was taken and he very nearly fainted.  He didn’t actually “bust” in on the kids, but stood at the partially open door and watched.  He was horrified and stupefied and failed to consciously grasp any notions of one kind or another.  He could only stare and watch.
	His cock suddenly surged.
	He saw Vicki look his way, SHE knew he was there.
	James was kissing Vicki, humping hard with naked Harriet spanking him AND looking between his legs.  Ted felt faint and unable to breath.  What to do what to do!?
	He busted them, of course.
	Walking in on them just as James slowed down his pumping, an indication of fulfilling his “need.”  James and Harriet flew off the bed with Harriet crawling under the bed; James plastered himself nakedly with cum drizzling from his piss slit against the wall in pure fright.
	Vicki remained on the bed unemotional.
	Ted grabbed his son by the elbow yanking him back to the bed where holding his son’s arms behind his back he spanked his bare ass with his bare hand—a little harder than Harriet had been doing to him.

	When his son’s ass was bright red, he let him go.  The naked terrified boy back peddled to a corner sobbing—watching as Harriet was pulled up from under the bed.
	“You better not!” yapped the girl.
	Ted didn’t listen and like he had done to his son, he done same to Harriet.  The girl fussed and wriggled and Ted found himself with an ENORMOUS erection.  Cum was spurting as he laid his hand onto Harriet’s bare ass.  She was a very skinny child, incredible long lovely hair, way too many freckles, and naked.
	A girl.
	Twelve, appearing two-three years younger, naked.
	His hand did not apply harsh punishment, but he skin did turn almost as red as the hair on her head.  And just as Ted began to caress her ass and fully experience an orgasm in his pants, Harriet wrestled loose from his grip, rolled to her side and saw his agony.  
	“Mmmmm!” the girl suddenly forgot/forgave her fresh spanked ass and feasted her eyes on Ted’s crotch.  Ted stared at her, then noticed what she was staring at.
	He couldn’t move.  He couldn’t breathe!
	Harriet moved placing her hand onto his bulge, feeling the entire length of his manhood, diddling her fingers in the “wet spot.”
	Ted struggled to speak and condemn the girl but the words and his actions were compromised; then Harriet was saying, “I wont tell my Daddy you spanked me, if you let me.”
	“Let you?” huh?  “Let you do what?”
	Harriet giggled, farted, then unzipped Ted’s beige slacks…

	Ted’s cock was significantly bigger than his son’s, but nevertheless, Harriet Brendle took it—too it ALL in and sucked the life out of it!  Ted didn’t know how the young girl could engulf his mansized member, but she talently did so.  She sucked and sucked and sucked then sucked some more until his great lizard released its goo.
	He enjoyed a nice pussy, his wife’s pussy, but…
	His wife’s pussy.
	Oh my!
	Ted looked down—Harriet had a mouthful of goo in her mouth, and she seemed to like it.  But—but she was a girl, a young girl, a neighbor’s girl, a young girl.
	But his cock felt soooooo good!

	Harriet swallowed all the goo in her mouth.  She then took Ted’s manly manhood and rubbed it all over her face, masturbating it until ALL his goo was out.  She then diddled her tongue to his piss slit further rocketing him to the outer fringes of the galaxy.
	Harriet wasn’t thru with him, though, she crawled onto the bed, opened her legs and apparently beckoned him.  Ted was confused and bemused.  What to do what to do!

*

	It was after midnight and in his basement lab Ted “put it to” his project.  With Ten-Ten he could make full vaginal AND anal penetration.  And though lo she COULD suck his dick (and did), Harriet Brendle was far better.
	But he hadn’t created Ten-Ten for to be a “sexual device.”
	She was supposed to be an aid; a substitute daughter for those who wanted one or could not have by one any natural means.  But he guessed, though, there would be those who would indeed have a Ten-Ten model for sexual purposes.
	Ted realized that he could make future Ten-Tens more sexual, their cunnnies more life like, breasts, and so on.  She had no internal organs and her vagina had a suitable receptacle just right for doinking.  Harriet’s body was too-too small for the taking of his cock, but she had managed to get the head of his love tool in her; his cock was so stiff at that point he could have sunk a ship with it!
	When it spurted it squirted a great deal into Harriet’s poon, then the rest coated her bald cunny of which Harriet diddled her fingers in and sucked the goo off of her fingers!  She then continued to toy with Ted’s cock, stroking it, fondling his balls then re-sucking him until he was ready to blast again.
	The second blast, though, was redirected—as soon as Harriet determined that Ted was about to cum once more, she laid back pulling her skinny legs back presenting her asshole.
	Ted positioned himself and poked the girl’s willing hole.
	He gave not one thought about it—he knew it was wrong on so many levels—but she was willing!  Closing his eyes he made dutiful anal penetration; but only the head of his manhood entered her (and a little of shaft meat, too).  But he gave the girl a good doinking and filled her anal cavity with his liquid love seconds later.
	He was regretful.  (but elated!)

	With Ten-Ten in his lab he got old familiar feelings, not too mention her face still reminded him of Andrea, the girl he had used a model for Ten-Ten aka Vicki.  Into Vicki’s sex he went; his mind saw his android daughter, but his cock saw Harriet.
	After cumming his mind settled (some.)  How long had James been screwing?  How long had he and Harriet been messing around?  More regret came over the punishment he had dealt his son.  James had been very quiet and avoided him after the deed done.  Ted realized that he himself had been very naughty at James’ age, info James would appreciate knowing about.
	Ted wrestled with himself, morality issues mostly.  That pesky annoyance of stepping over the line and submitting to sexual desires.  But it was the way of Man; to strive for sexual release.  Nothing else mattered.
	After filling Vicki’s vagina cavity with his love cream, Ted settled down nearly napping.  It had been an exhausting day; production problems at work; family requirements; personal and social dilemmas.  Then to find his son engaging in sex with Harriet and Vicki!
	He hadn’t intended to build/create Vickis to be sex objects.
	But if he could—how much to charge?
	He hadn’t even thought of that.  The equipment he had in his lab he had “acquired” from his workplace.  Materials for creation and all things needed for bringing an android to life were acquired from his workplace—free!  But the time involved, an actuality of production and material costs, Ted couldn’t fathom.
	That would come later.
	After a bit of rest his mind returned to his son and Harriet.
	She had been spanking him whilst he fucked Vicki.
	Spanking.
	Ted felt badly about administering punishment to his son, they had a good relationship and discipline was not a part of it.  It had been a long while since last he had to swat James’ ass, and longer still since he had laid a bare hand to James’ bare ass.
	And spanking Harriet—she had liked it (and so did he!)
	Invigorated by those spanking thoughts he went to Vicki and had her “assume the position” (for spanking.)
	The android obliged; stood up, bent over, hands on knees, legs apart.  Ted first spent a moment to admire her ass; his mind returned t his uncle administering spankings to Mary.  His cock grew hard, heart beated strongly in his chest.

	Vicki did not react to her ass being swatted.  It was synthetic skin with various manmade construct components within to form the ass with no nerve sensations to stimulate or give way to pain infliction.  Ted was okay with this and wore his hand out on beating Vicki’s ass.
	When the synthetic skin was inflamed (and so was his hand), he shoved his rock hard cock into Vicki’s “asshole” and humped away.  He couldn’t believe what he was doing; new feelings of dissen’ his wife filled him.  Was he cheating?  Was it a form of cheating?  Was it a form of child molesting?
	Harriet.
	He had let Harriet suck his cock.
	He had let Harriet drag him onto her for attempted sexual intercourse.
	Hmmmm

	$5,000.  
	Five thousand seemed like a reasonable price to ask for Ten-Tens, he already had the mold so making others would be easy.  Of course, not everyone would want another Ten-Ten someone else had; so the face would have to change, hair style, color.  
	Color.
	He would have to get a black girl, Mexican, and international girls.
	Boys?
	Some couples would like to have a boy; some perverts preferred boys over girls.  He couldn’t see himself kidnapping boys, though; or for that matter girls.  But for the cause of science…!

	Harriet Brendle gave the best blowjobs.  And she tried to teach Vicki the technique but it just wasn’t quite the same as a human mouth.  Ted wondered casually if that would have a bearing on the selling value of his Ten-Ten line?
	It mattered not, ‘specially while receiving a blowjob from Harriet Brendle that devastated all thoughts.  And after filling Harriet’s mouth with his love cream (and she swallowed it), she positioned herself on James’ bed for her spanking.
	Ted applied his hand bringing the willing girl’s ass to a bright red.  It gave cause for his cock to rage as hard as possible.  Hard enough to bust brick or tight near virgin assholes.  Harriet wanted sodomized.  Ted wanted to sodomize her. Naked son, James, wanted to see Harriet sodomized.  

	Ted had come home to find his son naked with Vicki and Harriet, also naked.  Harriet was still absolutely clueless that Vicki was an android.  Joan had been taking Vicki out into the public and all who encountered her had no idea she was “different.”
	Ted came in on the three with the girls on their hands and knees side by side; James had been prodding both of them and was in Harriet’s asshole humping to beat all.  He didn’t stop when his Dad entered the room, either.  They had “talked”; Ted giving his okay to fool around with Vicki—it didn’t seem fair or right for him to be enjoying Vicki while chastising his son for doing same.  Ted continued to recall having “fun” with his cousins at James’ age and recalled fondly very fondly how wonderful sex with them had been.  James had no cousins, no sisters, and therefore needed that “release.”
	James couldn’t be happier.
	He still didn’t care for the spanking and his Dad apologized for that and planned on making it up to him.  “anything you want” he had said.  That could be anything from a bicycle, motorcycle, trip to a special amusement park, anything.  James didn’t know what he wanted right off, so he would think about it—holding it as a trump card so to speak.
	With James having already butt humped Harriet, sufficiently reaming the skinny girl’s dirt chute, Ted’s application of a special cock lube/anal lube helped guide his brick buster into her hole.  It was still very tight—Harriet was very skinny.  But slowly, amazingly, Ted’s cock began to disappear into the girl’s willing sphincter.
	It was tight going and only the head and two inches of man-shaft made apt entry.  Harriet DID incur discomfort but she want butt fucked so bad so squeeze back the discomfort and endured the penetration.
	James got up on the bed and Harriet sucked him.
	Vicki lay out beside them, expressionless face, naked, alluring.
	Harriet lay on her back, legs pulled back with her knees touching her shoulders; Ted’s cock half way into her anal tract.  There was some embarrassment as Ted was naked with his son, James, who was also naked.  But they enjoyed Harriet and they both enjoyed sex, so they let the modesty issue lay.

*

	Well, you knew it was going to happen, busted by Joan.
	Joan came home early, finding hubby Ted getting busy in Vicki’s mouth!  James and Harriet were at school busy on a school project.  

 	Vicki was nude, but Ted had his clothes—just his dick was out (and in Vicki’s mouth!)  Joan was horrified.  Ted lost his ability to breathe (and live).
	“What the hell are you doing!?” Joan nearly screamed.
	There was no way to actually explain except to say “It just happened.”
	“I-I was changing her clothes, examining her programming and realized that she was—nude.” Ted began.  He held his wife’s arms as she stared at him in total disbelief.
	“She’s a child!” Joan blurted out.
	Ted took umbrance at that.
	“She’s an android.” he flatly stated.
	“So that gives you the right to--” she couldn’t finished.  She was angered, pissed, and shocked.  More anger, pissed offedness, and shock were to come, though (later—when she learned how Vicki came to be.)
	Ted had a difficult time with consoling his hysterical wife; he tried desperately to apologize and convince her that Vicki was an android and that he would not never-ever do such a thing to a human girl.
	Of course, Joan was even more confounded by that statement.
	“Listen,” Ted finally said exasperated, “I was merely programming her, she has to be perfect and I had to remove her clothing and make adjustments.”  he sighed, shacking his head, “I-I don’t know how it happened, I never saw her or thought of her as a sexual being--”
	“But now you do?”
	Ted was against the wall, “In today’s market, Ten-Ten’s like Vicki can be very profitable.”
	Joan was flabbergasted.  Ted had a lot of explaining to do.
	“You want to create Vickies for perverts?” 
	“No, of course not, that wasn’t the goal.” He had a lot of explaining to do.  “But with the EMADs so rampant, I think Ten-Ten Vickies would help curb the lust so many are wanting.  If there are people (and there are) who want sex with—with a child, well, these Ten-Tens can supply their needs.  I can make them at any age needed basically.”
	Joan began to calm down.
	Ted began to breathe.

	Joan’s anger subsided, she regarded Vicki Ten-Ten as her daughter and not an android—and so seeing her husband with his manhood in her mouth was a bit much.  And it was mind boggling to learn that he planned on creating a whole line of Vickies for the public sexual pleasure!  But she saw the logic, Vickies would possibly curb the lust of public perverts!

	The use of EMADs, kidnappings, child abuse in the home (and elsewhere) would certainly go down.  (maybe).  There were perverts aplenty who would great benefit from having a Vicki Ten-Ten for their own.  Joan understood, it was still shocking, but she understood.
	Joan nextly found son James with Vickie—not with his dick in her mouth, but in her vagina!  She  stared thru the crack in the door, losing her ability to breath; and finding herself strangely aroused!
 	Vickie clung to her human lover, spanking his butt as he “put it to her.”  Joan found a strange sensation betwixt her legs and carefully she made her way to her room where she frigged herself into a stupor.
	Which was how James found her, on her bed, legs open, panties off, “gettin’ busy.”
	“Whoa!” James blurted.
	Joan sat up in a near panic.  “James!” she exclaimed.
	James was naked, eyes bulging, cock dripping cum…
	There was no explaining what Mom was doing, he knew (sort of).  James had watched Harriet “finger” herself and it was a major turn-on.  Vicki was taught the technique but she didn’t get into it as much as Harriet (or James!)
	James was shooed and he high tailed it back to his room.  His Mom came (dressed) moments later (James was still nude, though; and still with his cock dripping cum!)
	“What Mommies and Daddies do in their own room is private,” she explained, “personal and private, do you understand?”
	James understood, he didn’t care, but he understood.
	Joan then noted her son’s dripping pud.  She then saw Vicki on the bed, naked, coated with cum on her face, chest, and especially her pussy.
	Closing her eyes holding her son’s arms, she struggled to ask, “Are you having sex with Vicki?” but she already knew that, it was just one of those stupid “I already know what you are doing, I just want you to admit it” inquires.
	“I-I want you to be careful.” Which was dumb, Vicki couldn’t get pregnant.  But Joan feared the boy might be “active.”
	“Don’t worry, Mom,” James said sensing that he just might be off the hook, “it’s just me and Vicki.” –and Dad, Harriet…
	Methodically he stroked his cum squirter—the image of his Mom finger banging herself filled him.  He had seen Vicki and Harriet fingering themselves and he imagined greatly every girl he knew at school naked, legs open, fingering themselves.  He never once thought of his Mom in any sexual manner.  That all changed the moment he saw her on her bed…
	Joan watched her young son masturbate.
	Her panties were soiled and she needed a fix.  In a sudden hurry she left her stunned son and fled to her room, shutting the door and doing whatever she needed to do to “fix” herself.  James stood shifting his weight, farting, and continuing to play with his cock.  At length he returned to Vicki and continued his work.

 	“I was thinking, wondering,” Joan said to her hubby late that night after a wonderful dinner, quality non-sexual time with their son and “daughter.”
	“And that would be?” he asked as they lay in bed.  
	Joan slipped off her panties, she wore no bra to bed and so she was nude as soon as her thin cotton nightie was slipped off, Ted.  Ted wasn’t too tired and his day at work not too taxing.  His thoughts were still on how to efficiently create a line of Ten-Tens.  The desire was to make the Ten-Tens for childless couples, couples in need a girl in their boy ridden family, and many other reasons.  
	But he knew, too, the Vicki Ten-Ten line would eventually go to satisfy the lust of men.  Would that be so bad?  He knew that the cost involved would have to be easy on the wallet or the lustful buyer would continue to use his EMAD or other means to satiate his sex need.
	Joan began playing with his member.
	Ah!  There’s good news tonight!
	While she toyed with his johnson, she posed a query.
	“So you’ve made an android girl, are you going to make an android boy, too?”
	He had never thought of it.  
	Hmmmm
	An android boy.  Hmmmm
	“Would it be difficult?” Joan continued.
	No, not really, I just need a “mold” to fabricate replication.
	Another kidnapping for science.
	After sex, Ted did not go to sleep as usual, sex with Joan was good, very good.  He didn’t even think of Vicki (or Harriet!)  He fretted some, kidnapping again, he wasn’t comfortable with it and though he had been lucky the first time, it would be pure disastrous if something should go awry the second time.
	Joan sensed there was something bothering her hubby; when she inquired out of deep concern, Ted took her to his lab to explain. 

	With the technical jargon out of the way it was down to the “other.”
	Joan stood lightly examining the mold and not being an airhead or duntz; she stared at the controls, the various components and read-outs.  Ted was only too happy to reveal to her his lab equipment.
	“What’s this?” she asked at length.
	Ted stared at the mold cavity Vicki Ten-Ten had been “created.”  Ted explained that fact but Joan noted the laser over the table nearby, understood the correlation, and noted the readout information indicating that a model had been used to create the Ten-Ten.
	Ted faultered.
	Joan figured it out.
	“Who did you use?”
	Ted sweated.  “Well, you see, I-I-I, uh, I had to use, well there was only one way that I could initially create a mold so the computer would have something exact to go by and--”
	“Who was the girl?”
	She knew.
	Well, that was the easy part.
	Ted blinked his eyes, smiled, then sighed.  “I-I found this girl--”
	“What girl?”
	Ted’s heart began to pound and he slowly began to feel a little ill.
	“Well, you see, there was this need, for the computer, and there was this girl--”
	“Where did you find her, a company girl?”
	“Company girl?  Oh no, no, no, no, no.  No.”
	“What did you do, just get some girl off of the street?” Joan asked in a off-handed chortle sort of way.  Then she went a little ashen as there was no reply from her hubby and he seemed a little ashen himself.
	“Oh my God!” Joan blurted, “You took a girl from the street?” she was getting close to hysterical.  “How?” then, “Was she willing?”
	The panic began to mount as Joan realized what her scientist hubby had done and Ted realized the danger he was in.
	Joan was aghast to the point of being horrified.
	“She’s alright,” Ted tried to soothe his panicky wife of fifteen years, “there was no harm done to her.”
	Joan needed clarity.
	Ted supplied, revealing to his wife his own Electronic Mind Altering Device.  “I used it only to stun her so as I could render a proper and exact mode and model of Vicki.”
	“W-where is she now, the model, the girl?”
	“I returned her to where I had gotten her from, she remembers nothing and wasn’t harmed in any way.” Well…
	Joan saw in his eyes the truth was not all told.
	“Oh my God!” Joan blurted again, “You didn’t!”
	By her husband’s actions Joan knew he had been like those perverts in the daily news.  Ted shook his head, “No, no; nothing like that happened.”
	Well, maybe a little.
	“What did you do?” Joan persisted.
	Ted in no way was going to tell her the exactness of his naughtiness.
	“Did you have sex with her?”
	Ted stared at her, “No.” he flatly said.
	Joan took him at his word.
	“Was there—did you do anything?”
	Ted’s face changed from shock of being asked the previous question to one of telling the tale of admission without admitting verbally.
	The inquisition stopped and Joan returned to staring at the various lab equipment, especially the correlator modding processor.  It was a chamber of which the finished product was constructed.
	Ted sighed.  She was enraged, that was good.  She was quiet, though; that was bad.  Licking his lips and trembling all over, 
	“Soooo, you said something about a boy?”

*

	Choices—choices—choices.
	Decisions—decisions—decisions.
	Boys—boys—boys.
	Joan couldn’t make up her mind!
	Ted nixed some of her first choices; hair too long, too scrawny, too tall, not quite the right facial features, and whatever the case may be that did not suit his ideal for a Ten-Ten-A model.
	Ted saw some choice models (but he kept them to himself).  He quickly realized that with the EMAD, everyone was a “choice” select; boys, girls; teens, young adult.  Anyone.
	Joan was like a kid let loose in a candy store with money in hand.
	“I like that one.” She said pointing to a lone boy at a bus stop.
	Ted noted that the boy was a little – young.
	A lot young, younger than he planned on and younger than Vicki.

	They settled on three boys—whittled down from as many as EIGHT!
	The first boys, Aaron; was a sandy haired youth, nice features, very boyish, sweet looking with his hair covering his ears and hanging to cover his eyes.  He wore an outer raggedy sweat shirt with a plain green tee-shirt, good jeans (a little roughed up) and raggedy street shoes. 
	The second boy had dark hair, was a bit on the shy side, curious about all things, a little taller than most boys his age, and had a very nice smile.  It was the smile that brought several girls to attend him; Joan wanted to be one of those girls, too.
	The third boy was blond; blue eyes, well kept clothes and general appearance, naïve and also curious about all things.  He looked out of place with his designer shirt and slacks, dress shoes.  He was quite handsome, fresh, and Joan imagined him naked straightaway.
	In the car Joan experienced near nirvana as she looked over the choicest subjects.  She shook and trembled and was “wet” betwixt her legs, licking her lips and driving her hubby beside her crazy.  He never would have imagined his wife was a pervert!
	(closet pervert)
	Aaron, Shaun, and Mike.
	Aaron was all over eleven years young.  Shaun came in at twelve (but looked ten despite his height).  Mike was ten years.  Joan was mystified to say the least to see a real EMAD in action.  EMADs were so prevalent in the modern day society they were the topic of everyday life; talk shows, news shows, schools, and what have you.  She had seen them (on TV) and in demonstrations the police gave but never up close and personal AND in use.
	Aaron was tagged first as soon as the conditions were applicable.  Ted had another device that rendered various Spybots inoperative—post mounted cameras, nearby building corners, streetlights, stop signs, and wherever a common and non-common camera that was set to spy/check on the progress of peoples on the city streets would be.
	The disruption gave time for Joan to go fetch the effected boy, bring him nonchalantly-like to the car and proceed to the next.  Joan was giddy about her doings; it was very illegal (out and out kidnapping, out and out kidnapping for sexual deviant purposes), and so on.  It gave her a rush.
	Aaron Jay (11) sat still in the backseat, buckled in for safety and was soon joined by Shaun Bemount (12) and then Mike	 Poulson (10).  Ted noted that his dear wife could hardly sustain herself, it was as if she had drunk five cups of coffee in less than an hour’s time.
	“Uh, maybe we ought to stop.” he said at length.
	“Stop?  Stop why?  What’s wrong?” she was a little jittery…

	“Well, maybe we ought to see if the boys need to relieve themselves.”
	Joan paused a moment (half moment) in her thinking, then smiled.
	“Oh yes,” she said near ecstatically, “let’s do that.”
	“We don’t want any accidents.” Ted commented.
	Joan nodded her head and couldn’t wait until the car pulled over.
	It was late in the day, James was spending time at a friend’s house, his dick ache and needed a temporary vacation from Vicki’s pussy.  Vicki was stowed away in the secret lab basement.  Ted and Joan (and passengers) were on the outskirts of a mountain town, a high desert town nestled in some low altitude mountains.  Their own home in a city beyond the mountains was about an hour distant.  Ted found a nice pull-out area in the high desert where there was little to no traffic at ten o’clock at night.  
	A major freeway there was close by, off roads leading out to the desert, a small town, a tourist town, a rinky-dink trailer park, a rock quarry all dotted the area.  But the area Ted Larson pulled off to was safe.  It was here one by one the boys were eased out of the car, their minds still locked via the Ted’s amazing EMAD.
	Ted whipped his own dick out for a mighty pee while Joan pulled down Aaron’s pants, then his underwear.  There was his boy toy, it was small (inactive) and Joan surreptitiously fondled it, pulling on it to lengthen it.  Ted saw her, though, the twilight and scientist’s eyes gave him that insight.  He had no idea about her…
	“He’s not peeing.” Joan said.
	Ted fetched his EMAD and made some adjustments,
	“He will now.” Ted said; he had released a part of Aaron’s mind back to himself.  The boy moaned, blinked his eyes, scratched his butt and then his nards, then began a steady stream of hot fresh pee.
	Joan squatted just off to one side of the boy to avoid being peed on.  She toyed with his pud, though, stroking it as the stream of urine exited his cock.  His balls and ass were a subject of her attention, too.
	Ted figure, ‘what the hell’ and to further blow Joan’s mind, he stepped up to them, cock still out, and took the boy’s hand and began having him stroke his cock.  His cock stiffened and Joan stared with wide eyes gleaming.  The boy’s hand about his (Ted’s) cock excited her.  Ted began to moan slightly, his erection stiffening as Aaron’s hand methodically worked his cock unknowingly (but programmably.)
	Joan’s eyes feasted on her husband’s erection, her pussy suddenly began to moistened and she hungrily pressed her lips firstly to Ted’s throbbing monster, then expertly engulfed it—devouring it whole.

	Ted rocked on the balls of his feet as his wife gave him a very promising blowjob.  It was amazing—simply cocksucking amazing!  Ted pumped into her mouth until a gusher of his man jiz filled it to capacity.  She wasn’t a “swallower” but was close.  She spurted most the goo out while more from her husband’s cock squirted onto her face.
	After spitting out the hot milky spew, Joan took the throbbing member and rubbed it on her face.  She had let go of Aaron’s cock and was firmly absorbed with Ted’s.
	The fire between her legs erupted and while she continued to rub his cock on her face, she fingered herself thru her pants.  But that wasn’t working very well—doing nothing to satisfy soooooo,
	She stood stripping the typical light colored beige slacks off.
	Off came her panties followed by her blouse and bra.
	Then, on the car’s hood she lay reminiscent of the time at a drive-in when she and Ted had done same.  That was years and years ago; they had been in college; the movie had let out and drizzled in her popcorn was Ted’s jiz.  After the movie and most viewers had the good sense to go to Lover’s Leap, Lover’s Lane, Lover’s Rock, and elsewhere, Ted and Joan got freaky minutes after midnight and did the naughty right out in the open.
	Accordingly, it was a little after ten o’clock, not a drive-in movie screen for miles (practically non-existent), and no popcorn.  But Ted stripped off his clothes (nearly toppling over as he worked his trousers off his feet which were still clad in his dress shoes.  His cock though had cum off was fired up but had to wait as Ted “went down” on his wife.
	Joan was out of her mind as it had been a damn long time since her husband had taken his tongue to her there.  Joan flailed about all over the hood of the car; it was warm (very) but she didn’t care; Ted’s tongue excited her and put her in orbit.
	Then he put his dick into her.

	Shaun Bemount had to pee, and already had partially done so—much to the delight of Joan who simply stripped the boy’s pants off along with his underwear.  He commenced to peeing and Ted stroked himself, watching his wife fondle the boy’s wares.
	He wondered; did she have the same desires for their son, James?
	Hmmmm
	Mike Poulson had to pee, too.  And he did, too, a lot of it!  He made a “sigh” sound of great relief after whizzing about a pint of pee.  Joan lovingly stroked his cock—then went down on him and sucked him hard!

	Ted was awed.  And intrigued.  And as he watched his formerly demure staid wife suck off a ten year old boy, he got hard.  His erection was incredible—what was he so turned on about?  His wife sucking off a little boy; his wife sucking; his wife butt bare assed naked in the middle of the night out in the middle of nowhere; his wife butt bare assed naked in the middle of night out in the middle of nowhere sucking off a little boy surrounded by two other naked boys AND her naked husband?
	Hmmm, could be—could be!

	The night air was beginning to chill, but Ted and Joan were burning up.  While Joan sucked on Shaun’s schlong, Ted took her from behind.  He had poked her asshole but it slid to her cunt just the same.  The sex seemed to be more intense as Joan went from one boy to the next with hubby’s cock implanted nicely in her cunt.
	Afterwards, the bite of the night air began to chill and dampen them, steam rose from their sweating bodies and Ted’s cock needed a rest.  He was out of his mind with confusion.  His wife was a slut!  A cocksucking perverted boy loving slut!
	And he liked it!  (a lot!)
	Ted found the boys interesting and somewhat intriguing but he wasn’t sure if he was “interested”.  His mind drifted to the first girl, Andrea.  The thought of her made him sweat more, his heart race, and cock stiffen.  He dressed and then watched his wife dress the boys while she herself remained nude.  She dressed only after the boys had been dressed and re-secured in the backseat.
	They began making their way home (again) but stopped (again) a little before 2AM in the mountain town at a convenience store.  Ted needed a drink (soda); Joan needed a drink (bourbon).  The passengers were mindless, locked in a quiet world of zombiefication.
	Joan stayed with the boys while Ted made the purchases (all sodas).  Catching her eye was a young girl about eleven or so standing at an aisle “looking” around.  She looked hopeless, sad, and longing for what was displayed on the display racks—dolls.

More the merrier
	She was cute, shy, timid, and scrunched into the backseat of the Larson family car.  Ted was embarrassed, but inasmuch as his wife’s needs had been met, so did his to be so, too.  (huh?)  Joan said nothing, of course, she had nothing to say except to say “she’s cute” in a homely sort of way.
	For eleven she was cute, had some charm, and potential.  Long brown hair that hung to her small developing breasts; not much of a body—but she was eleven and only had a nice ass to complement the rest of her.  A sweet face, long, with her bangs down near covering her eyes.
	A simple shirt, blue girl’s shirt; simple jeans.  She had good skin, smelled a little of a particular perfume girls her age liked, and looked okay as far as well fed and taken care of. 
 	She wasn’t alone, there was a traveling family along; older sibs, younger sibs; traveling with another family.  “Susan” wasn’t happy, exactly why wasn’t known; she was number four in a family of seven, often overlooked or deemed to be old enough to take care of herself or often put in charge of keeping care of the younger ones.
	She was exasperated and Joan felt sorry for her.  Ted immediately saw her as naked.  He could hardly walk and had to sit to think a moment in his car.  He had to get other devices to counter act the store’s surveillance monitors; then it was a matter of capturing the girl’s brain waves and directing her out the back where the public bathrooms were.
	There was interference with the various electronics in the store, someone fired up the pinball machine and threw a whammy into Ted’s plans.  Other brain waves likened to the Subject were captured instead, someone’s cell phone went off, the cash registering, and on and on.
	But, SUCCESS!
	Joan pulled the car around the back, Ted disabled successfully the monitoring devices and gently escorted Subject Susan into the car snuggling her in between Shaun and Mike.  Thereafter they pulled out following a big rig and scurried homeward. 

*

	Aaron Jay, Shaun Bemount, Mike Poulson, Susan Leachy.
	Tsk tsk tsk
	The new additions were taken to the secret basement lab; Joan was still amazed at how they were still effected by EMAD.  Her naughty levels were still high as she slipped off the boys’ clothes.  She left Susan for the equally naughty Ted.
	With Aaron Jay (eleven) stripped of his clothes, the suddenly naughty side of Joan Alice Larson came to be, returned.  She firstly just admired the youth; her pretty blue eyes going all over the boy’s body.  

 	At length the roving eyes fell to rest upon the boy’s wares; there she did fondle and tug on his young member and there she did “go down on him” for a dutiful suck.  Ted watched her and at length came to join her.  Standing behind her he slid her slacks down, then her panties.  On his knees he pressed his face to her butt and began caressing; with his face, hands, and then tongue.
	Spreading Joan’s legs he got into the crack of her butt where his horny level exceeded all levels and off came his clothes.  His raging hard cock went deftly into his wife’s crack, smacking her ass, gliding up and down before taking a stab into her pussy.
	Gripping her hips he pushed himself all the way in and began pumping.  All the while Joan slurped young boy schlong.  Slurped young boy schlong.  Ted couldn’t fathom it, that was just bizarre!  He thought he knew her!  But there she was, naked, cocksucking a young boy’s cock!  
	It was the illicitness of the act that was so invigorating.  For so long she had been kept up, keeping hidden within the illicit thoughts and deeds, actions.  Ted saw her juices flowing down her legs as he stepped back after fucking her cunt.
	After Aaron she took on Shaun, but slowed her pace and examined him, admired him, leaned against him and had him rub his pud against her breasts.  (Shaun not doing the rubbing himself per se, but …)  she was elated, in her glory and ran her hands all over his fine young nude body.
	“Oh, Ted,” she exclaimed, “can you make me a boy like them?”
	Ted smiled, “As many as you want.” ‘My horny little slut!’

	For Mike, Joan wanted laid.  SHE wanted laid—by Mike.  It wasn’t very comfy to be getting laid in the basement, sparse furniture; sooooo, the boys (and lone girl) were carried upstairs to the master bedroom.  Joan laid herself out on the master bed and guided the naked Mike Poulson on top of her, gliding his cock up and down her crevice and undulating greatly as she did so.  She quivered and shivered and experienced something of an orgasm and the boy’s dick wasn’t even IN her!
	Clamping her hands to his ass they commenced to fucking, but Joan was doing all the work as young Mike was not of his mind.  Joan didn’t care and easily guided the boy up and down, his young cock sliding effortlessly into her hot swampy cunt.

	The problem with boys under the influence of a mind locking EMAD was that they were emotionless and did not act on their own.  Ted assured his boy-cock hungry wife that the human boys were mere models and that android boys would provide her with her needs.
	She was satisfied with that, embarrassed by the whole outlandish activities she had been doing of late.  But Joan still felt very embarrassed about allowing her naughty side to suddenly burst forth; she was a mother for Chris’ sake!  A woman of proper, good family, wife; she never cussed or blatantly expressed her anger of political situations, neighborhood gossip or city government flubs.  
	But the desires were there, deeply seeded and aching to be released.
	Ted was the same way.  After Joan had had her fling with each boy, she went to shower and calm down.  When she stepped out, there was her hubby undressing Susan.
	Ted’s cock was hard, cum dripped from his piss slit opening and he seemed entranced as he slowly slipped off the unwary girl’s clothes.  She thought of the first girl, the model he had used for Vicki—Andrea.  He had been alone with her; he had went out to out and out kidnap her, then used her as a base model for Vicki.
	Did he have sex with her, too?
	Did he plan on keeping that tidbit of information to himself?
	Mostly, she deduced, he was embarrassed and she let it ride.
	If he was aware of her presence he didn’t either didn’t know or care as he slowly pulled down Susan’s panties.  At eleven years young, the girl was pretty enough in a Plain Jane sort of way.  Tall, thin, with just the beginning of pubes on her poon.
	Ted ran his fingers up and down the girl’s pussy, opening her legs and putting himself up against her directly, his cock right against her entrance.  Joan watched, waiting.  Would he penetrate her?  Hmmmm  She wasn’t sure how she would handle that—that was rape.
	But then again, she had had sex with Aaron, Shaun, and Mike, without their knowledge.  She had willingly sucked them and got them to have sex with her—all without their knowledge.  So if hubby Ted did likewise to Susan—what of it?
	It was just the pesky thing of Men were scum and if a Man had sex with an underage girl, he was the lowest of low and needed to be carted off to the nearest ledge that emptied into a vast cesspool (shit hole).
	Ted merely ran his naked bone up and down her virgin entrance, but Joan could see the desire to make penetration.  Why not, he was right there, the girl would be unaware…

	But Ted held back and “just humped” without penetration.
	“Why don’t you use one of the boys?” she asked quietly.
	Ted looked at her strangely, very strangely.  His face expressionless as he gave his dear wife the “Huh?” look.  He wasn’t into boys (so far).  
	“Oh!” she exclaimed, “I meant, break her in with one of the boys.”
	It was so weird and strange and everything else weird and strange to be standing in a secret basement, naked with her naked husband, discussing breaking in a virgin eleven year using the peckers of one, two, three boys!
	But it was a good idea, though.
	Ted needed only to manipulate the boys’ minds, instituting new programming so as they were readily agreeable to new input and would accept their temporary new way of life (sex.)  They were only to be housed in the basement until the lab machine molded their bodies.  Thereafter, like Andrea, they would be returned and that would be that.  The EMAD would effectively eradicate their memories of being kidnapped and used as sex objects and only Ted and Joan would know.
	Rewiring the boys minds, inputting new information for them to follow took a little doing.  Joan found the work tedious (and boring) and returned upstairs.  She checked on Vicki then went to bed.

*

	A little after 8AM did Joan awaken; she felt sore and “icky” all over and wondered if what had happened been a dream?  She was nude and her pussy was “hungry.”  Laying in the bed a while longer she found her self “dreaming” of the boys; they had encircled her and were peeing on her, followed by masturbating until they came on her drenching her in their personal icky juices.
	Then she was sucking them, balls and all.
	Then, she was laid over a log (scene apparently taking place outdoors) and she was tied to stakes stretching her out whilst the boys took turns at her ass, spanking it with paddles and sticks.  Then, when her ass was good and warmed up they took turns sodomizing her.
	It was a good dream, it made her “wet” and she motivated herself to the shower.  The shower was good and helped revitalize her; plus she used the handheld shower head’s nozzle to stimulate her cunt!
	After drying, fixing her hair, freshening up, she put on her robe and made her way back to the lab—pausing firstly to re-check on her son.  She found him naked on top of the equally naked Vicki.
	Oh my!

	She hung at the door, hiding, peeking in, watching.
	As she watched, she found herself fingering herself.  Oh my!
	What was she “excited” about; the act of sex itself or seeing her naked son screwing OR seeing her naked son—period!  He was really gettin’ after it, too; Vicki made no noises and lay almost perfectly still as she was nailed.  James lay in a familiar Missionary with his arms stretched outward to the bed locked, then he would tire and lay on her moving just his hips.
	Joan wanted very muchly to be behind them at the foot of the bed to watch the penetration.  She found her cunny becoming more and more “moist” and she had to move away before she gave herself away.
	She paused in the junction of the living room and kitchen, friggin’ her cunt until such a time as she managed to satisfy her self a little (a little.)  Then she hurried to the secret laboratory beneath the house.  She found her dear hubby naked on the one piece of “furniture” in the lab, a sofa.  He was sprawled out sound asleep with the naked Susan Leachy on top of him.  
	Ted’s cock was soft; on Susan’s ass was drying cum.
	Joan very gently pried the young girl’s ass open and saw the evidence of a well fucked asshole, cum laden on the “hole” and there was cum everywhere coating the girl’s flesh.
	The boys were “asleep”, she figured Aaron and Shaun could cum, they were about mature enough to start doing so.  Mike was ten but probably could manage a decent cum shoot (‘specially is his pud was pounding some tight poon.)
	Joan perused over the sleeping group and eventually awoke her husband.  He was groggy and well worn out.
	“Did you get into her?” Joan asked (wanted to know.)
	Ted said No, he hadn’t; he had tried, though.  “But she needs more “breaking in” proper (repetitively) before that can happen.” Ted was still embarrassed—engaging in such immoral doings WITH his wife with him encouraging him, helping him, PARTICIPATING!
	Gently she laid Susan on the sofa as Ted stood, stretching, playing with his cum soaked balls.  Joan looked hungrily at the saucey nuggets and gleefully went to her knees and began sucking them clean.  Ted’s cock went up against her head as she provided the cleaning service and he humped her head until he was near ready to squirt.
	But he held off from doing so, allowing Joan to suck clean his nut sac; then, he went to the slumbering Susan, opened her legs and spilled his nut juices there—right on the girl’s cunt.  He emptied as much as he could then stepped aside directing his once demure wife to “clean her.”

	Joan hesitated a second or two, but then went down on the girl cleaning every bit of her husband’s cum squeezings.  As she did so, Ted stepped up to the girl’s mouth and put his sauce rocket into her unwary mouth.  She was deeply asleep and in no way knew what was happening.  Ted moved her head and humped graciously but had no more spunk of love to give.
	After Joan cleaned the girl’s poon, she was horny.  Ted moved Susan so as Joan could be positioned on the cushions; shoulders against the back of the retro green three cushioned divan, her ass right on the edge of the end cushion.  Young Mike Poulson came to life, helped by the EMAD and other mind altering/mind manipulating devices.  The boy was partially himself and mildly partially “aware” of himself.  With as little hand manipulation from Joan, Mike’s ten year old pud stiffened.  She guided him to her awaiting box of love and the boy obliged.  He pumped, instructed to do so by the mind manipulator.  
	There were “images” on the small handheld device, they weren’t clear and needed a little “encouraging” before they were clear.  Memories.  Mike’s memories they were.  They were a little distorted and took almost the full time he banged away at Joan before Ted could see the image of a young girl (Mike’s age).  She was very pretty and made Ted get a hard-on straightaway.  Dark brown hair, a fantastic smile, breeze blowing her hair, a nice blue dress with small white dots, puffy arms, white lace; a little locket on a chain about her neck.  She was very pretty and emblazoned in Mike’s memory.  Who she was was not clear but she was a permanent memory fixture.
	Mike didn’t cum but there was a strand of clear cum-like liquid streaming from his pud when he pulled away.  When Ted returned to their them with his cock throbbing hard, dripping some spunk, Joan wondered who he was horny for?  Susan, herself, one of the boys?
	Licking Susan’s pussy wasn’t all that bad, it had been a long-long while since last she had slicked her tongue to a dick trench.  And she had NEVER licked the snatch of a young girl such as Susan!  But it was her hubby’s spunk that had her interest; just because it coated a little girl’s cunt made no difference.
	But was Ted into little boys, too?  And if so, what about James?  Was Ted horny for James?  Would James let him, be willing?  If not, would Ted fuck with his mind like he had done with Mike and the others?
	Hmmmm, things that make you go hmmmmm

	Aaron got his turn nextly.  Ted was unable to get any clear pictures with him.  He got very turned on, though, watching the boy fuck his wife.  Joan repositioned herself with her head on the body of Susan, one leg draped up over the back of the sofa/divan and the other stretched out wide with her young studly lover between her legs.  It gave Ted the opportunity to closely scrutinize the fucking process up close and personal.
	…and a time or two Joan saw Ted caressing Aaron’s ass!
	Hmmmm
	Then, right at the end of Aaron’s humping then did Ted cum, ejaculating all over the boy’s ass.  The boy was done, he had cum a little but not a lot.  Ted turned the boy about, positioning him with his head where his cock had just been.  His legs straddled Joan’s face and Ted drizzle more cum onto the boy’s ass, smearing the spunk matter into the boy’s crack sufficiently coating his funk hole.
	Joan smiled, giggled, and turned bright red—but she went straight to work cleaning Aaron’s ass of all spilled sperm.  Ted watched and pleased himself getting worked up more and more as time went on.
	Shaun was the oldest of the three boys, he was twelve and had had sufficient time for his balls to be able to “produce” another quantity of liquid love.  Joan slurped his cock while Ted stood behind him, caressing his ass and balls, and cock.  Joan caressed her husband’s cock and diligently coyly glided his engorged member up against Shaun’s ass.
	Soon, though, Shaun was nearing the point of exploding.  Ted positioned the pre-teen onto Joan, gliding the lad’s cock into the swamp box beneath him.  With the mind manipulator the boy was put into the groove and proceeded to fuck—the image of several girls came to the view finder; a very pretty blond girl in a yellow polka dotted bikini; a dark haired beauty with a nice rack and all of about thirteen or so.  She wore a neon green one piece swimsuit with a nice memory zeroed in on the girl’s crotch.
	After Shaun made his deposit, he was laid out on the floor and “pout back to sleep.”  Meanwhile, Susan got her mind manipulated, Ted unable to see any images clearly.  She was set into motion to lick clean Joan’s cunt.  seemed the thing to do.
	And as she did so, Ted rubbed his sore aching cock against the child’s ass, up and down her crack, and tried anal penetration.  But his cock was too fucked out and therefore not strong enough to breech a virgin poop chute rim.  But he did try…
	Joan lay in a sheen layer of sex sweat.  Ted saw an image on the view finder of his device showing a young boy, a little young then she, but he was naked.  Hmmmm

	Susan was easily returned to slumber, she and the boys needed food and drink (and a shower).  Joan asked as she tried to pull herself together “how long will it take to make molds of them?”
	“For Vicki,” he said, “36 hours total.”
	And Ted wasn’t so sure he wanted all three boys, either.  And he had no plans really to make a mold of Susan.  He had initially settled on Shaun as he was the oldest.  But then again, there were many perverts in the market who desired young boys, younger boys than Shaun—even young boys than Aaron and Mike!
	He would have to look into it.  
	But that would be later.  Ted and Joan took their leave (temporarily) of the kidnapped kids and made their way nakedly up stairs to their bedroom to shower (and enjoy) one another.
	Naturally they stopped to peek in on their only child.
	He was still “busy” but joined by Harriet—and she was spanking his butt as he continually fucked Vicki!
	HMMMMMM!

*

	As it happened, the Market was open and willing to accept young boys even if they were android.  And the Market also dictated that those boys could go for as much as $5,000!  (girl-bots would go as much as $8,000!)
	For the boys, they wouldn’t be able to produce life giving juices, that was a human trait.  And girls wouldn’t be able to give life, another human trait.  But giving life was one thing androids were not to be created for…
	Ted went into producing Aaron Jay firstly.  The process would take 36 hrs.  Shaun and Mike would take equal time as well as Susan.  In the meantime—the boys, and girl, would “stick around” for a while until their counterparts were created.  They would not have to live hidden away in the basement during their stay but were allowed to come to living area.  It was then and there that young James was told the “rest of the story”.
	“There WAS a girl, human,” Ted explained, “whom I acquired (out and out kidnapped) to make the mold for Vicki.” James wasn’t an idiot and got the gist of that there was a human girl Vicki out there somewhere and she had been used in the creation of Vicki the android.
	“Cool.” he said.

	Great.  James shrugged, “And?”
	Joan introduced from the kitchen Aaron, Shaun, Mike, and Susan.
	Now James was a little confused.  “Huh?”
	“Daddy’s making more Vicki-like androids.” his Mother tried to explain.
	“Why?” a valid question.
	“Well,” explained Ted, “there are people who don’t have children of their own and really would like one, or two; and they will like diversity, different looking android children AND they will PAY nicely for them.”
	James still looked a little confused.
	“There are, too, people who will want them for other purposes.” Ted drawled trying to convey to his young son the obvious.
	“Sex.” Joan butted in.
	“Oooooh!” James said, he got it.
	“We know you like doing Vicki,” Joan said coming to his side, kneeling and caressing his arm and backside, “and that’s ok.” The image of her son humping Vicki with Harriet slapping his ass was burned nicely into her mind, “but would you like a variety?”
	James’ confusion began to return.  His MOM seemed to be saying, “Sure, go ahead, fuck your brains out!”
	Great!

Then what happened?
	Then, Ted and Joan discussed a few things.
	Like what?
	Like for instance, making movies.
	Making movies?
	Yep, making movies of the boys, and girl, gettin’ some.
	Really.
	Ted and Joan learned from the various media and word of mouth that porn movies were almost as profitable as Ted’s android inventions.  Any extra income would help with the mortgage, insurances, car payments, student loans, James’ college fund, savings, vacation funds.  Making movies of android boys and girls engaging in sex acts AND selling said android boys and girls would certainly go a long ways in funding those needy fund accounts.
	While Ted and Joan were at work and James at school, the boys and Susan were put in a deep Sleep Mode; and Vicki was Off-Line.  When James came home he got to “manipulate” the sleeping ones.  

 	He had been instructed and schooled in the fine manner of manipulating the “extras” and he did—bringing them to his bedroom where upon Vicki “pulled a train.”  That is to say, on her knees she sucked on all the swinging hard cocks present—James to be sure got his and got firsts.
	And of course, horny Harriet came to be among them, too; she serviced the cum squirters (potential cum squirters) and enjoyed herself immensely.  She got all the dicking she could handle and take.  James watched in gleeful joy as his horny friend took on the boys, plus himself.  (and none of them were aware that they were being secretly videoed doing so!)
	And it was Harriet who concocted the newest deed—to be preformed by the boys solely; Harriet wanted to see the boys do some sucking and fucking (i.e. up the ass).  Secretly did James manipulate the boys into compliance; they acted on their own (sorta) and after Harriet sucked a cock and lubed a hole up with her tongue—she guided a boy’s dong into the lubed hole and the butt plunging began.  Harriet was something, really something!
	Aaron took Mike with the younger boy on his hands and knees.  Aaron had already emptied a goodly amount of his boy jiz into Harriet’s cum hungry mouth; then into her cock hungry cunt.  He, too, had humped in her ass but hadn’t cum.  The boy had previously gotten to fuck Vicki prior to Harriet’s arrival—he had cum in her; when Harriet saw cum drenched on Vicki’s cunt she went immediately to the hairless poon and cleaned it up! This gave James a reason to live and he got behind Harriet and plugged her asshole.
	James wasn’t schooled enough or he would have had Susan lick Harriet’s asshole clean, but oh well, plenty of time for that later.  At length, Harriet left—she was “full” and had family things to do.  James showered and then sat thinking on his bed.  Then, he smiled and had Aaron stuff himself into Mike’s asshole.
	While Aaron complied, and Mike had no choice but to accept, James sat on his bed spanking his monkey.  He was turned on!  Manipulating Susan he got himself a blowjob while boys did their thing, then; when Aaron pulled out of Mike’s ass, drizzling cum from his cock, Susan was directed to suck it clean.  Vicki’s task was to clean Mike’s hole.
	All was captured on video unknowingly to James…

*

	The boys were complete, the computer had completed its task of creating them in record time, much less than expected.  However, they required more work from Ted; installing programming, various components of one nature or another and fine tuning.
	Aaron was up and officially running ten hours after he had been created.  He remained in stasis until his “brothers” were completed.  Shaun took twelve hours while Mike took the less time, eight hours.  After their creation and they were capable of “being” it was time to cut loose their human counterparts.
	Joan, of course, wanted one more fling with them, of course!
	Ted started on the creation of Susan-android.

	Standing side by side Joan had a difficult time determining the human from the android.  But their were differences; the lack of body hair (save for what was on their head and eyebrows); skin texture, and other minor nuances that only a person who had had close personal contact with the human boy could tell.  The boy human, too, was more warmer to the touch; didn’t have the precept thought to “scratch” himself now and then; belch or fart; cuss or exhibit any other crude/rude mannerisms (although that was not out of character for human boys.)
	The android boys were remarkable.  While hubby scientist Ted worked on Susan and her android, Joan “worked” on the android boys (and the human boys, too!)
	There were differences, too, in sucking the android boys in comparison to the human boys.  She sucked them both; they both got decently hard but of course, only the human boys could cum; Shaun and Aaron with young ten year old Mike “every now and then.”
	The non-human boys lacked emotion but that was something that could be programmed into their response programming.   A plus, though, was the boys’ abilities for sex, fucking.  They had more staying power, they didn’t wear out and could fuck as long as the fuckee wanted (or lasted.)
	After her fling with the android boys, Joan showered (alone) fingered herself and used the handheld shower head to tantalize/soothe her well fucked but satisfied cunt.  Shaun Bemount was twelve, Aaron Jay was eleven (almost twelve) and Mike Poulson was a sweet ten years young.  They were good, damn good, but what about a boy a year older or so than Shaun?

	A human boy thirteen or fourteen (fifteen) would be good (damn good) and the android version of that teen boy would be fantastic—and with no possible chance of pregnancy.  But in a way, side note, she would miss his ‘cum’.  A boy shooting off his jiz was the cumulation of a boy that age, the act, and the end result.  Scientist hubby Ted HAD to install Emotions into his creations (and a some way to make the android boy cum!)

*