August Moone
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 51
Stand Alone Story
-Mini stories-
Descents into Horror
continuing

Do androids dream of electric sheep?
	Well, do they?
	The image of her husband humping Susan filled her mind, continuously.  She couldn’t shake how she felt—it was molesting, child molesting; he was screwing her, fucking, raping.  It was rape.  The rape of a child.  She couldn’t shake it—but she was no better.  It was maddening and madness.  She couldn’t condone what he had done or condemn her.  It was mixed feelings enveloping her inside and out.  
	And what was worse, they were on their way to pick up MORE!
	James accompanied this new go round, he was a part of the family and had needs and desires just like his parents.  The human boys, Shaun, Aaron, and Mike had been released in three different towns, naked and their minds wiped of all things that had happened to them.
	Little Susan was to be released where parental units Ted and Joan would peruse the streets for new potential interests.  Joan had a tough time releasing the human boys, she had grown attached (sexually speaking) to them—but was satiated somewhat by the thought that back home in the secret lab basement there were their counterpart brothers—albeit al la android!
	Susan was released and still the image of her naked on the exam table with Ted’s manhood buried into her sex burned into Joan’s memory.  Was he a lecherous pervert?  Was there indeed another reason for him creating androids?  He was willing to consign his life into creating them on the premise of sex object, to satisfy the nation’s lust for young flesh.

	Driving to the other side of the city opposite of where Susan had been let out behind a downtown bus station (naked, clean, and well fucked) Joan spotted a small group of young peoples.  Delicious.  She forgot all about her concerns of her naughty scientist husband and lusted instantly for one (two) of the boys.  Both were approx. fourteen years, maybe thirteen but she didn’t care, they were hot!
	Wants and Desires 
	Her pussy trembled, it was already sopping wet and the Want of Desire hadn’t even gotten into the car yet!  All over did she tremble—just the very thought of the Want naked with his hard throbbing teenage cock sliding in and out of her cunt made her cum right then and there!  Amazing!
	The first boy brought on board was fourteen year old Nolan Maston.  Beach blond, “surfer” looks but not very muscular; athletic in the since he was an All-Star junior high athlete; very handsome, sweet, and just the right age to satisfy Joan’s quaking cock hungry cunt.
	And Joan couldn’t wait, either.  After Nolan was with them Ted drove to just outside the city limits, turned off the main road and onto a dirt road then out to the rustic hills and parked behind some hills.  There Ted and son James watched as Joan undressed Nolan and “got after it.”  She sucked the teen’s cock, his balls, then laid on him, her cock hungry cunt swallowing his gorgeous hard throbbing cunt monster.
	James stood with mouth agape watching his naked Mother engaging so immorally.  He gouged the heel of his hand to his bulge in his pants; it was unclear if he was horny for the sex act itself, or watching his Mother’s antics; his Mother’s wriggling ass, her swamp box becoming more and more swampy…
	Ted whipped it out.  He had to.  The “gouging the heel of his hand” wasn’t working for him.  He had to “circle jerk” or explode.  And when son James saw his Dad yanking his chain; James, too, whipped it out and beat it.
	Soon the two standing behind at the open door of the car were working their pants and underwear down seriously getting busy.  Ted moved around to the opposite side of the car, stripping off ALL of his clothes while son James remained poised behind his Mother, stripping off HIS clothes and continuing to be awed by his Mother’s antics (and jerking off.)
	Occasionally Joan would turn her head over her shoulder to see her young son masturbating, smile and spread her legs more straddling her teenage lover beneath her, then spread her ass.  James positioned himself right up between the two sets of legs and could “smell” the scent of sex in progress.

	Meanwhile, at the other end, Ted stuffed his cock into his wife’s mouth, his balls resting on the head of the new toy.  James was close to shooting off; his Mom continued to check him and with both hands she pulled her cheeks open.
	James cock his head, “Huh?”
	Checking his Dad it was conveyed to him with a head nod and a smile, “g’head, g’head.”
	James considered, re-considered, mulled it over then haphazardly positioned himself inside the car and onto his Mom—his Mom’s ass.  His cock was hard and he pressed the head right at her hole.  Joan reached to his little pecker, stroked it and began inching it into her dirt chute.  James wasn’t opposed to butt fucking, but his Mom?  Usually when butt fucking he had one of his bitches (Vicki or Harriet) suck his cock afterwards.
	Slowly he forced himself in, positioning himself onto his sweating mother’s body until his body was just right and then pinching tight against her hips he drove his nearly twelve year old cock into the not so tight poop chute of his Mother.
	James’ first incestuous encounter and it was butt humping his Mom!
	He humped and did a good job; it was odd very odd to feel the teen boy beneath him, but James concentrated on getting off.  Which he did in under two minutes time.  He pulled out and emptied a great deal of spunk all over his Mother’s ass, then emptied more onto the humping teenage boy’s balls.
	Sliding off of his Mom’s sweaty body he stared at the teenage boy’s cock; it has been slimed.  Juices galore were spilling out of her pussy coating the boy’s cock and balls.  When she moved and slid to her knees her face was coated in cum, his Dad’s cum.  She smiled at James and then went down cleaning Nolan’s cock and balls—further blowing James’ young mind.
	Then she blew James…

	Brock Hammond had a nice body, dark hair that wisps of which hung at an angle across his eyes giving him a “man of mystery” look.  A small gold earring in his right ear; a clear white undershirt with an open blue outer shirt, blue deck shoes, no socks.
	No underwear, either—this discovered as back out to the rustic hills the crew went after Brock joined the backseat crew.  Joan practically ripped the boy’s pants down and was amazed to see his johnson freed as there was a lack of underwear.

	Joan had Ted have Brock stand out of the car so she could service him.  Of which she did.  Once again her husband and son stripped off their clothes (why bother putting them on?)  While she sucked Brock, her husband and son flanked her and were “worked on” as well.
	After getting a mouthful from Brock three minutes later, she got another mouthful from hubby Ted then a little of a mouthful from son James.  
	They returned to the desert city and got a room, parking around the back and being nonchalant entered a room on the first floor that had two double beds.  All parties involved had a bit of sunburn (all that being bare in the sun…) and they needed cooling off, lotion, and to stay out of the sun in their bare skin.
	James flopped out on one of the beds after undressing; shredding his modesty along with his clothing.  Joan had Ted have the other boys undress, then Ted laid out beside his son who had already gone to sleep.  Joan played around with her new toys until she (and they) tired and they, too, slept (on the other bed.)

	You’d think they’d stop at two wouldn’t you?
	But then you’d be wrong!
	Come morning, a check-in electronically with Vicki left at home, the crew returned perusing the streets, but doing so in the next city over so as not to wear one certain city too muchly.  After grabbing some fast food chow they saw a young boy wandering a nearby adjacent parking lot next to a large car dealership where the youngster’s parents were perusing the latest models.  The boy had a balloon, was picking his nose and not paying attention to his wanderings.
	Joan wasn’t so much attracted to him sexually (he was very young) but it was a motherly instinct ‘cause the youngster was so young.  A slow look to Ted and he sighed, activated the EMAD and lured the boy to the car.
	The boy was Brad Lockart, he was sandy brown haired, blue eyes, some freckles, round face, good clothes, and full of ice cream (evidence on his face.)  Joan wiped his face and admired him; she gave him a hug, squeezing him and Ted was out of his mind—who WAS this woman!?
	Brad was a cute little fart; small teeth, bright smile, inquisitive, curious, and seven years young.  His birthday was three months away.  Joan wondered about him, “Can you make a mold copy thing of him, too?” she asked of her hubby.

	He could.  And he would.
	The market was horny for a boy like Brad.  Already Ted had the copies he had made of the previous boys/girl sold and had made a nice tidy sum of it, too.  And the “molds” were in the computer’s memory so it was just a matter of supplying the necessary components and a new Shaun, Aaron, Mike, and Susan (and Andrea) was at the ready for creation.
	And seven year old little boys was highly desirable—a lot of priest and other professional perverts desired to have a boy such as Brad on their lap, in their bed, in their bath…
	Ted and James went for a walk, to fetch food for the growing crew and “take in the sights.”  Meanwhile, Joan was left in charge of the boys.  Oh boy!
	As soon as hubby and son were gone Joan worked Nolan’s cock hard, then slid her cunt down onto his prong, once she was settled she guided Brock to plug her backdoor.  For over fifteen minutes she enjoyed being double teamed!  The sensation her cunny experienced was enormous!  Her entire body tingled; she spanked herself as she was deeply double penetrated; tweaked her own nipples and orgasmed—orgasmed—orgasmed.
	It was delicious!
	And afterwards, she took the boys’ cocks into her mouth to clean them and get ever bit of their balls juice.  She masturbated the boys hard, fondled their balls; then, using the mind manipulator got the boys to spank her.  They weren’t 100 percent into the deed, but close counts.
	Afterwards, while they rested, Joan took Brad to the bathroom where in the bathtub she enjoyed him.  It was a very unique feeling—other than being naked with a seven year old boy not her own in a hotel room bathtub specifically for sexual satisfaction purposes; the boys just thrilled her (more than just sexual but the sexual overtones were there just the same.)
	For a few minutes she admired the boy, caressed him and standing him up while she sat with legs out fondled his balls and tugged on his pud.  She sucked him, clutched his butt and got his young cock very hard.  Out of her mouth she pressed the young stiffy all over her face; face fucking in essence.  She washed him and then laid out in the tub bringing the boy onto her, gliding his cock into her incredibly insatiable cock hungry cunt.
	That was how hubby and son caught her.
	Hubby scientist Ted had brought food and drink for them all, along with “extras.”  Of course!
	A teen girl and a pre-teen girl.

	Christine Gambi and Tiffany Yothers.  Christine had blond hair in a particular style of curl and “hang loose.”  A nice rack, excellent ass, tight crotch, sweet smile, heavy bangs, and thirteen years young.
	Her friend, Tiffany, was twelve and had just turned twelve the previous month.  She had dark hair pulled back in a single braided pony tail with heavy bangs, hair adornments, tight jeans, and general appearance that would please any cock.
	Yes, in case you were wondering, Ted had a second EMAD to take along with him while Joan had one but the one Joan had was more of a mind manipulator and not so much as a mind acquisitioner.
	The newly acquired boys were positioned on one bed, the newly acquired girls were positioned on the other.  Ted made inputs on the mind manipulator (the one Joan was left with) and the EMAD Ted had, combining them he managed to get the girls to undress themselves.
	James undressed himself, but had to pee so he went to the bathroom.
	His Mom followed.
	Ted enjoyed watching the girls undress themselves and slowly peeled himself out of his clothes.  Once the girls were nude they laid themselves out on the bed, opening their legs.  It was glorious!  He understood, in part, how the many-many perverts got the jollies.  The mighty power of having power over another, bending them to the will of perversion, bending them to accept without question (or fuss) the will of the Possessor—awesome!
	Ted went down on Christine Gambi first.  She had a lovely poon, neatly trimmed and not virginal.  It was musty and had the slight hint of “pee.”  Ted didn’t mind (didn’t care.)  He licked, nipped the lips, and got into the business of cunt munching.
	Extremely horny did Ted become; he was greatly enthralled with eating out the thirteen year old.  He soon moved on up her body to suckle on her breasts, his manhood dripping cum touching her young teen pussy.  Placing a hand under her butt he gently made vaginal entry into her and gleefully humped away.
	Meanwhile, in the bathroom—
	Mommy Larson had son James in the tub, laying on her for some special cuddling.  He suckled her breasts and lightly humped on her; Joan caressed his ass and backside and they both lightly dozed.

	Before she turned into a prune Joan eased herself and James out of the tub.  She had lain in the tub too long and it was very uncomfortable; she dried her son who in turn dried her.  His willy was shagged out (for now) and barely got stiff as it was fondled.  
	Moving into the living/sleeping area they found a nifty scene:
	On one of the beds Christine and Tiffany were 69ing while Nolan was buried in the ass of Christine who was on top; in her mouth at the other end was Ted.  Occasionally he would pull of her mouth and ease his manhood into Tiffany’s cunt and pump tenaciously.
	Brock and Brad were on the other bed, asleep.
	Joan went to the “other” bed…

	Ted began to cum and gave both girls his love cream; shooting a good deal into Christine’s mouth, on her face and then schlepped his salami back into Tiffany’s young snatch to finish off.  Nolan had cum and squirted most of his jiz into Christine’s asshole, the rest he spilled all over her ass flesh before he exhaustedly laid out on the bed to relax (recover.)
	Ted was exhausted, too.  He made room on the bed for his masturbating son who’s cock had gotten revitalized and was “ready” for action.  The boy planted himself into Tiffany’s cum soaked cunt never minding that	 the cum was his dear ole Daddy’s.  
	On the other bed, Joan had mounted stud muffin Brock—this after sucking his cock and getting him hard enough to enter her sex.  Then her sex swallowed his cock and she was very elated.  She lay on him, eyes closed, moving her pelvis up and down taking him on and on.  Meanwhile, she devoured the young pud of Brad Lockhart…
	Ted was in a marvel at his wife’s doing, intrigued but marveled, too.  And though his cock was shagged and then some, it was stiffened by his the sight of his wife humping the teen boy beneath her and the little boy at her head.  Moving over Ted took careful aim and guided his cock into his wife’s backdoor love canal.
	He was mostly marveled at his wife sucking the little cock of the seven year old, she seemed to really enjoy it and was trying to slip a finger into his asshole!  It did something for her—did something for Ted, too.  James happily humping Tiffany’s cunt was intrigued and humped faster, squirting love cream deep into the twelve year old’s cunt, then pulling out to splash his cream all over Christine’s face.
	What a family!

	Nolan, Brock, Brad
	Christine, Tiffany
	And now introducing…
	A whole day and night spent in the hotel room; fucking, sucking, spanking, bathing, and repeat.  Ted, though, had to get back to work the following day so the weekend excursion was closing.  Just after sunrise the family loaded up into the family car and went off on their merry way.
	There was a stop along the way at a cut out/rest area thru the mountain; Brad needed to pee and Ted ran over some big rig truck tire tread and he wanted to check for damages to the underside of the car.
	Two other motoring families were parked nearby, the area sublime with wildflowers dotting the hillsides, and lush grasses everywhere, too.  A STEEP and DEEP ravine there was immediately from the cut out which was a just a large section of real estate fit for several big rig trucks and such.  None were present, though, just the traveling motorists.
	It appeared to be two or three blended combined families were at the pull out area; large families with lots of young’uns all about, adults and teens.  Joan helped Brad pee, shielded by the door and the angle of the parked car she easily fondled the boy toying with his pud while he emptied his bladder.  Ted leaned against the car by them, watching.
	James was watching the other families.
	And at length the “other families” began loading up and continuing on their way.  However, as the cars returned to the motoring freeway something was amiss—as in “missing.”  They forgot one.  
	James shot a look to his Dad, Ted couldn’t believe it, either—but it was understandable with so many peoples.  A little girl about seven or so was wandering just below the lip of the area, dangerously close to the very edge so if she should stumble she would never be seen again…
	Joan put Brad’s cock back where it belonged and placed him back into the car fastening him in.  She couldn’t believe parents would leave a young child behind.  So as not to frighten her it was James who was sent to intercept her and draw her closer in (in range of Ted’s marvelous mind manipulator that is.)
	The little girl saw James and halted; she was playing, singing, and not aware that she had been left behind.  She had a stick she was playing with and her pants were unzipped.  James had a whimsical smile that was enchanting, he greeted the girl and pretended to have seen a rabbit.  The little girl was all about “where!?  where!?” and she helped James search.
	Her name was Heather and she was eight years young.

	Oh she was cute; she had a very unique smile that made her special, dimples, bright blue eyes, a different style of hair—which was brown with lots of curls, ribbons, etc.  Dainty earrings adorned her (ears), she was a happy child and number four in an immediate family of seven.
	Slowly and easily she was ushered into the Larson car and then whisked away.  Ted wasn’t sure but he thought he saw a car making a quick and daring U-turn; a familiar from the cut out behind them.
	Oh well…
	Although it was a short travel thru the rest of the mountain and back to their home it seemed longer—the desire to break in the newest member of the family was high.  Once home, though…
	Vicki reported all was way—another facet of having an android, they were an excellent home alarm system; capable of seeing and recording all things about the home.
	Ted needed a rest and laid out on his bed; Joan took the “new family” to the basement.  There, everyone got naked.  Of course!  Joan stepped up to the boys one at a time; Nolan she admired first, caressed him and fondled his cock and balls, rubbed his ass and began kissing him—deeply and passionately.  Then slowly she slid down his lovely teen bod to wrap her lips about his erection—then deeply and very passionately kissed it (and sucked it, too!)
	When she felt a jut of his cum spurting into her mouth she drew him into her fevered sex.  The mind manipulator and his own will gave Joan a delicious satisfaction.  She shuddered all over, fluttered, and experienced multiple orgasms.  It was fucking fantastic.  She loved the teen all over, wrapping her legs about him to keep him in her until he was well spent.
	Steam wafted up from his body, he was a good lover; strong, good looking, and equipped with a powerful cock.  She felt it shooting its life giving fluid into her; she quaked all over—arching her back and pulsating throughout.
	A five minute rest was needed, and granted.  She furiously fingered her swamp box, twisted about some and found she was not quite yet satisfied.  Next in line was fourteen year old Brock, but Joan selected seven year old Brad.
	It was an incredible sensation—there were no words to describe, a yearning that was overpowering; a yearning that was unquenchable yet satisfying to some limited degree.  A yearning that made her cum multiple times.

	It was more than admiration to young Brad.  A lot more.  Joan drank the young boy in as she ran her hands all over his nude body; what her inner most thoughts were were unknown.  There was more than simple lust, a lot more. There was more to it than simple desires.  What IT exactly was was just unknown, unexplainable.
	Joan kissed the boy, driving her tongue into his sweet young mouth, clutching his butt, squeezing his butt and grinding his body unto hers.  She had had sex with the android boys Shaun, Aaron, and Mike; and they were good for sure and little could she determine any difference from them and their human counterparts.  Subtle differences, though; a lack of emotion for one.  Ted promised to try and install programming that would rectify that.
	Joan would be the “test” when he did.
	After Brad, she turned and devoured Nolan’s cock (while taking Brock’s cock to her ass!)  She spread her legs wide, fingering herself wildly; juices flowed from her bothered cunt and she got a guzzle load of “load” from both boys.

	She was cute.
	And cuter naked.
	A little after midnight and scientist Ted had begun the process of making “copies” of Nolan, Brock, Brad; Christine, Tiffany, and Heather.  The process of “scanning” their bodies was relatively quick, the process of creating the copy was the time consumer.  Christine had been first, just because.  She was already nude ‘cause James had been down earlier after his rest and doinked the thirteen year old.
	Alone with Christine Ted closely scrutinized the girl; she was not unlike any other girl her age—they all gave him wood.  She had a very nice bod—‘specially nude!  Slowly he slipped his clothes off, opened the girl’s legs and mounted her.  His cock merely lay against her entrance, he didn’t lay completely on her—just sat to look her over.  She was very pretty, in a Plain Jane sort of way.  Nothing very striking, ‘cept that she was nude!
	He did at length make entry into the girl, slowly.  He was in no hurry and wanted the feeling to last.  He did go down on her supple young teenage breasts and take his time sucking them, nipping the nipples and gliding his cock in and out of the girl’s sex.
	Slow love.  Sometimes his wife liked it that way, and sometimes she liked to “talk”, too.  That was okay but after sex, Ted wanted to either have more sex, shower, or sleep.  Talk was not in the agenda.

	He gave Christine a good doinking, released his liquid love, pulled out and humped on her teenage cunt for a bit while he relaxed.
	Nolan was scanned nextly, just because he was close.
	Ted had no sexual desires for “boys”, well, teen boys.  
	But he gave Nolan a looksee over—up close and personal.  There was still some sexual feelings linger left over from Christine; he had cleaned her up and was raring to bone her again, spank her, ream her asshole, etc. and etc. and so on like that there; but held off or he’d never get anything (scientifically) done.
	So, for a fluke, he fondled Nolan’s cock.  Then his balls.  Using the mind manipulator he had Nolan fondle him.  His cock was already lubricated with Christine’s love juices so into Nolan’s mouth it went!
	It was a little different, receiving a BJ from a guy, but nothing beats a blow job, nothing.  Nolan had sucked on Brock and Brad in the hotel room.  Ted hadn’t been there alla the time, he had taken a walk to get chow, to shower, and sleep.  He wondered, had James gotten a BJ from one of the boys?  Had he involved himself in some way with them?
	Only a minute or so did Ted hump Nolan’s mouth.  He pulled out and put Nolan back to zombie mode so as he could be scanned.  The frontal scan went well, and the backside scan was good, too—but Ted found himself staring at the boy’s ass.
	It was a nice ass, very nice.  Focusing solely on the ass Ted could do away with the fact that it was guy’s ass.  It was hairless, smooth, and slightly tan.  Ted found himself caressing the ass, squeezing the flesh and becoming sexually aroused.
	The lab computer made a noise distracting Ted.  His amorous affection to Nolan Maston ceased and he was scanned into the computer.  Ted showered, emptied his mind of all pesky bothersome thoughts; it would take a little while but he had the time.

	Brock went nextly, just because.  No sexual thoughts and/or desires with Brock, Ted just went thru the process of placing the boy and getting him scanned.  While Brock was scanned he busied himself with the other spectrum of his life—making money.
	The copies of those previously scanned and brought to life were doing well, there were orders, orders, orders.  From all over the world, Japan and Scandinavia seemed to be the biggest draw; Russia and China followed.  Ted wasn’t quite set up to produce such mass quantities to fill such orders.  He would have to expand operations.

	Tiffany Yothers.
	Near lily white, blue eyes, very blond (and lots of it!)  She was a sweet girl, breasts were a bit more than the average, but her other features fell in line with the average girl of twelve.  A nice covering of pubes adorned her poon, Ted couldn’t hold himself back and mounted the girl, rubbing his cock up and down her cunt’s entrance before plunging himself inward.  Locking his arms in the typical Missionary prone position Ted examined with his eyes the girl’s face, jiggling breasts, and upper body as a whole.
	This lasted momentarily as the feeling of sexual release was soon upon him.  He lay down on her, pulling himself up so as to grind his hips against her power thrusting his cock into her sex whereas the shaft would not pull out so much.
	Tiffany’s hardened nipples pressed against his chest and it was remarkable!  The whole sex act itself—she was twelve!  But, he had been in James’ little friend, Harriet, too.  His mind began to fill with images of other girls twelve and younger.  Younger.
	Younger.
	Younger than twelve.
	He had seen some lovely girls around ten who was exceptionally cute, tight short pants, dresses, skirts, gym shorts.  All had fantastically fantastic bodies he saw nude (in his mind.)  He saw himself in their mouths, sucking his cock dry.  He saw his spunk spewing onto their faces, onto their chests, and coating their hairless poons.
	Younger than twelve.
	Younger than ten.
	How much younger?
	Heather Banks, the forgotten—looked over tyke from the pull out area in the mountains.  She was eight.  Eight!  Eight years young!  Ted hadn’t done much with her, not with his wife and son present.  
	After Joan had one more time thrilled her sex with sexual exploits with the boys, including seven year old Brad, and Ted had had his rest, a shower, he had made his way into the basement—to check on the new arrivals, settle them in, and so on.
	And so on.
	He felt badly for young Heather, being left behind by her family in the day and age where Opportunist were everywhere!  Unconscionable!  She was cute and a part of a large family—and young; someone should have been looking out for her.

	But, be that as it may.  The Larson family had her, and of course, it was only temporary; when done with her she would be returned.  Not to the cut out of the highway where she had been “acquired” of course, but to the neighboring mountain town.
	But first!
	Heather was already nude, thanks James!  Ted was a little miffed, he would have likened to have done that himself.  She had, also, been screwed (by James.)  That was okay, sorta, Ted knew that his adult sized cock would hurt the girl and he did not necessarily wish to do that.  But he did want to fuck her; pussy, mouth, asshole.  
	Closely going over her body with his eyes and hands Ted took several minutes with before positioning her (on the sofa.)  He suckled on her breasts than moved his wicked tongue down her body to her freshly fucked poon.  It was hairless, smooth, but had been cleaned from being broken in.
	The girl had been a virgin, but Ted noted that that was not so in regards to her asshole.  Upon fingering the hole he found that it gave way a lot more than it should.  Using the mind manipulator and assorted other mind devices he found images in the girl’s mind of possibly being butt fucked by older brothers.
	There were no images of her taking it in the mouth.
	Ted’s cock reeled—“in the ass!  fuck her in the ass!”
	So he did.  Who was he to deny his cock the glory!
	But he spent some precious time licking her delicate pussy, pulling the lips open and really getting his tongue in there.  Being so young he was able to fully engulf her cunt and breath his hot air into her.  Had she been “awake” during that process she would freaked out.  (Here’s a tidbit of nifty info—for you guys, when going down on a girl’s cunt; place some ice cubes in your mouth, shove the ice cubes into her cunt, fool around a little, lick her cunt, fuck her asshole, keep the ice cubes in; then lick them out again.  She’ll love it!)
	After much ado about licking it was time for butt banditry.
	Hoisting the girl’s legs up along his chest Ted guided his missile into her clenching hole.  Pre-lube juices from his piss slit, a bit of spittle, and pre-plunging efforts from his fingers and tongue paved the way for his manhood to enter her there therein.
	Though “asleep” the girl winced as she was anally penetrated.
	The feeling Ted got was enormous.  He loved butt plunging ‘cause it was often tighter and thusly more sensationally sensational to his johnny.  He made very slow efforts to push into her as much of him as he could.  He took his time and when he WAS all the way in, he pulled all the way out!

	Then back in.
	Then back out.
	When out he poked the hole, laid his pipe against her cunt and humped there for a moment or so, then plunged back into the girl’s crapper until such a time as there was when he entered into that glorious realm that was explosive love.  He began to pump and there was no stopping him.  His cock drove faster and fully into the slightly unawares girl’s asshole; she was not fully asleep per se and was semi consciously aware of being boned.
	Ted no longer cared one iota about her feelings or whatever, all that matter was to cum.  His hands ran up and down the girl’s smooth body, his passion increasing in an ever increasing tempo copulated with exploding desires unyielding.
	Finally there was the release.
	It felt incredible.
	One hellacious discharge and the orgasmic pressure quickly subsided.
	Ted maintained a steady presence in the girl’s well fucked asshole, squirting over and over until his cock slipped out followed by gobs and gobs of his spunk.  He felt sorry for her, for what he had done to her, in her.  There was remorse but that, too, like his orgasm, faded. 
	After cleaning himself and the hapless girl up, he had the computer scan her and then it was young Brad Lockhart’s turn.

Meanwhile…
	James was “gettin’ some.” First from Vicki.  On his back on his bed the ever popular Vicki lay on him taking him to the brink of orgasmic bliss and beyond.  His hands squeezed hard to Vicki synthetic flesh, his cock powerfully slamming up into her android cunt.  The act was beyond comprehension, no words to express as young James breeched the level of pure sexual joy—orgasm.
	But wait!  There’s more!
	As a river of cum flowed out of Vicki’s cunt, Joan was there to lap up the juices; she suckled on her son’s balls as she caressed Vicki’s ass and knowing that Vicki WAS an android didn’t matter, she parted the girl’s cheeks and began licking her hole!  
	James continued power humping up into Vicki but as his cock began to soften it slipped out of the android’s poon—and into his Mother’s mouth!  She sucked it—and sucked it back to life!
	As she sucked she took in his ball sac, too; plunged a finger up into his asshole, and began spanking Vicki’s ass!  It was phenomenal!  James fingered Vicki and fondled his crotch as he was swallowed.

	A knock at the front door distracted them.
	By the rapid knocking it was none other than pesky ‘ho Harriet.
	Joan was in a fever, she dashed to her room and to her shower leaving James to deal with the nosey pest neighbor.  He was pissed at her interruption and marched to the front door in a humph.  Harriet greeted as usual with her beaming broad freckle faced smile.  She was in nothing but a loud yellow polka dotted bikini.  And as usual, she was horny.
	“Hi handsome!” she exclaimed.
	James couldn’t be mad at her, she wasn’t all that pretty but she had a snappin’ pussy!  He pulled her in, shut/locked the door, and they quickly made to his room where Harriet promptly took his cummy member and sucked it.  “Oh!” she said as she popped the member into her mouth, “you’ve been busy already!”
	James didn’t say anything—he was still reeling from the ball washing his Mother had been giving him!  He filled Harriet’s mouth with his pud, fucked it, held her head and made her swallow the whole thang.  He came shooting his load straight down her gullet minutes later!
	There was no break in the “action.”  Harriet striped off her bikini and flopped herself onto the bed.  James noshed on her cunt that reeked of a fresh pee.  A finger went jamming up into her not so tight shit pipe and soon he was driven to drive…

	Joan used the handheld shower nozzle to please herself, mostly to try and satisfy her aching cock hungry cunt.  She couldn’t get enough!  Her pussy required a good cock doinking near constantly.  She hoped dear scientist hubby would fulfill her needs—android needs.  Though he was to sell copies of the human boys, she wanted one, or two (or three for variety) to keep for herself.
	Unsatisfied in the shower she emerged, dried off and walked nakedly out to check on her son and Harriet.  Harriet was on top just like Vicki had been previously.  Joan’s cunt instantly moistened.  Was it the sex act she was horny about or other?  Harriet’s ass bobbed up and down as the two young lovers haphazardly albeit clumsily engaged in pre-teen sex.
	Harriet giggled while she humped, so did James.
	Then James entered that all too familiar realm again; Joan moved in and apparently neither of them knew of her presence.  Not until she involved herself that is.
	As her son began to hump faster, harder, and Harriet just hung on for dear life clenching her skinny legs to James’ slightly pudgy bod, Joan once more took her son’s balls into her mouth.

	James had already shot a wad more than once that day, his ball juice production was a little lacking.  But still he managed to unload—albeit a small quantity.  It was mostly a clear liquid goo, very sticky.  He jammed his bone all the way into Harriet’s poon, squeezing not only the juices but striving to get every ounce of pleasure out of the deal, too.
	Joan suckled his testicle sac, and when his bone still semi hard popped out of Harriet’s cunt, she sucked on that, too, like a lollipop!  Then, with Harriet’s ass right there—she gave it a lick, too.
	Harriet was a good sport (and how!) and pulled her cheeks open.
	Joan took the invite and began applying tongue to Harriet’s eleven year old asshole.  James was semi aware of what was going on; his mind was in overload, over sexed.

*

	“You like sucking his cock.”
	“You like sucking his balls.”
	“You like kissing him, deeply and passionately.”
	You like drinking his cum, licking his hole (butt and piss hole), spanking, showering, and trying to become one with his body.  Hopefully done in secret and privately.  Nolan and Brock were to become “lovers.”  Ted had seen secretly stowed away in Nolan’s memories sex acts with young boys—in their mouths and up their ass.  He, too, was sucking their cock and balls, spanking them and licking their crack and dirt chute.  Boys from ten to five.  He was seen straddling one boy about eight or nine and jacking off onto the boy’s chest, when he had completed said task, another boy about the same age licked the spunk cleanly off of the other boy’s chest.
	Then they 69ed with the second boy on top not only sucking the bottom’s cock and balls, but also the cock and balls of Nolan!  The area seemed woodsy possibly they were all camping.  Who the two young boys were was not clear, but they were smiling and giddy and not apparently forced into the sordid acts.
	For Brock, the boy was nude in a bathroom with another boy his age; the second boy jerked his gherkin until shooting his load onto Brock’s cock and balls.  Then, the second boy “went down” onto Brock’s balls and cock, sucking them clean.  Then, with Brock’s cock incredibly hard; the second boy turned about and Brock made anal entry.  When after a few minutes and Brock came he jacked off the rest of his liquid love all over the well tanned ass of his friend before going to his knees and licking the spilled cream completely off of the boy’s ass.  He then licked the boy’s hole and crack.
	So it seemed a natural that Brock and Nolan become lovers.
	Clothed, the two teen boy lovers were released in the dead of night behind the train yards in a city two hundred miles away.  Security measures warranted that the extra drive would be more prudent.  Before they were released, of course, Joan and Ted took turns with them, of course!
	Joan had walked in on her hubby humping Brad.  The young boy’s legs were up along Ted’s chest and his cock was buried to the hilt into the boy’s crapper.  Ted didn’t care that his wife had just caught him in the act of sodomizing a boy; he was in the motion of the ocean and wasn’t stopping.
	Joan slid her fingers to her cunt and watched him butt hump the boy; he seemed to be doing so with some passion.  Off came her clothes and she went to him/them.  The boy was somewhat aware of being buggerized, he made faces and groaned but otherwise was controllable.
	After Ted filled the boy’s anal tract to capacity, Joan sucked on her husband’s ultra sweaty and musty balls; then licked the boy’s fresh fucked hole clean before scooping him up and taking him to the shower.
	Not long after, some hours, did Joan once more find her dear hubby butt plunging again—this time into Nolan.  The boy on all fours grunted as his asshole was reamed and then some.  Ted was spanking him, too, slamming hard his cock into the teen’s crapper, swatting his flesh as their balls slapped in rhythm.
	Once more, Joan was there at the very end.  Crawling underneath Nolan she suckled on the boy’s cock and balls and enjoyed her husband’s balls when he finished cumming.  Nolan munched on Joan’s cunt and Brock with Brad were brought into play—Brock stuffing Joan’s cunt first and when he began to cum he emptied some of it into her hot box; the rest was splashed onto Nolan’s face then into his mouth.
	Brad then took his turn and Joan was sent into high equilateral orbit.

	Brock got his (turn) at the point of disembarkation.  The night was cool and reeked of the nearby oil refinery.  Completely nude the teen boy laid out on the backseat with his feet planted on the headboard of the family car—in his ass filling it to maximum capacity was Ted.  On his face was Ted’s wife, Joan.
	In the front seat were James (asleep) and even Vicki (on security) mode.  

	As Ted humped Brock’s turd canal his cock was fondled by Joan.  Ted drove hard into the boy’s hole, in the secret basement lab he had had Brock and Nolan butt hump one another and engage in all sorts of sordid homosexual acts further instilling upon their minds that they would continue to do so after their release back into society.  
	Ted’s cock slammed, the feeling(s) he got from the act were unfuckingbelieavable.  He could hardly stand it actually.  He strove only to cum, the tingling sensations centralized around the crown of his invading cock head were enormous.  He strained, he pumped madly, strained some more then went on to thrash his cock to the point of overwhelming orgasm.
	It mattered not if a huge Big Boy train of the American West’s 1940s was thundering towards him (with an axe murderer and his bloodied axe in hand)—Ted Larson was getting his nut and that was all that mattered.  He was ALL the way, which was not all that significant due to his “adequate” average sized schlong.  But it was thick!  
	His cock was covered in his spunk juice.  Joan amazed him as she went down and sucked it, sucked his balls, licked clean Brock’s gob sputtering hole, Brock’s balls, and then Brock’s cock and cum mess emptied onto his rigid belly.

	It was a shame to have to let the boys go, but they were released with no memory of what had happened to them during their captivity.  They only knew that they “loved” each other and would secretly engage in sex acts with one another—with an occasionally normal sex life with girls.
	Christine was let off at the edge of town at a rest stop, clothed.  Hardly any vehicles were there at the rest stop, it was the dead of night and all was quiet, secure.  Using specialty moist wipes Ted’s wife cleaned her hubby’s soiled manhood—sucked it and was given a special treat as a reward.
	Young James was awake at this time and watched; leaning against the front seat he peered into the backseat admiring the action taking place.  Slowly he pushed down his pants (no undies) and began furiously flogging his dog.  As his Mom continued sucking, she reached out to take her son’s hard pud—worked it and drove her young son mad.
	But she wasn’t stopping her work on her husband’s prong.  As she sucked and brought her husband to ultimate delights, she also brought her son to delight and brought him to “take her” from behind.  James moved between the seats and positioned himself behind his Mom who spread her cheeks inviting him to “take her.”
	What “hole” he was to take was up to him.

	James stabbed his Mom’s bung hole, then rubbed his cum squirter up and down her crack before sliding it into her gash.  His Mom moved her ass about perfectly swallowing his cock as much as she swallowed the cock in her mouth.

	Christine got a butt whoppin’.  Ted’s cock was just about done, it had had it and needed a break.  But before driving off leaving Christine at the rest stop, Ted had to have a fling with her.  Trouble was, though, his cock was oversexed and over sensitized.  So he did the next best thing; after stripping her clothes off and laying her partially on the backseat with her knees on her clothes on the gravely ground outside the car, he took to beating her ass with his cock.  The girl was scarcely aware, of course.  James situated himself on the seat, planting his cock into the hapless girl’s mouth (still reeling from fucking his Mom’s cunt moments earlier.)
	Soon, Ted’s flogged dog was “ready” and into Christine’s cunt he went doggedly humping as if it were his last hump.  Joan fingered herself and watched amusingly until Ted achieved a mediocre orgasm.  No cum production but a lot of umph involved.  Ted was medicorally satisfied, too.
	Christine was re-clothed and left at the rest stop.
	Brad, Tiffany, and Heather remained.

	James took Brad.  At a rest stop just shy of an interstate in between their last stop and their way home, the family stopped just before daybreak.  There, parked in the rear of the moderately used motorist facility, did James step out to pee.  While he peed he watched his Mother pull Brad’s pants (no undies) down and holding his pee-pee helped him to piss a great piss.  She rubbed his bare ass and James got wood.
	Ted’s “wood” was buried into Tiffany’s cunt.  The girl’s clothes removed, her legs spread, and her cunt filled to capacity in the backseat.  James stroked himself and his Mom smiled at him.
	Slowly James put himself up against the unwary Brad, rubbing his cock up and all over the boy’s smooth lily white ass.  Then, after his pee, Joan bent the boy over, spread his cheeks, and helped guide his son’s prong into backdoor receptacle.
	James pushed himself all the way—he had seen his Dad fingering Brad’s hole, sucking the boy’s cock and balls and then sodomizing the youth, too.
	James wasn’t opposed; didn’t mean anything, didn’t mean that he was gay—it was sex, pure sex.

	James gripped the young boy’s hips and plowed him hard.  Joan reached underneath to fondle their balls and work Brad’s cock.  Inside the car, Ted deftly plowed Christine all the while fondling Tiffany’s exposed breasts while she undone her pants then pushed them down…

	When James was done, his Mom sucked his cock, his balls, and wanted him in her cunt.  But James’ pud was done, for the moment.  Even her tenacious sucking didn’t revitalize it.  She got young Brad to fuck her, though.  Laying out in the front seat of the car she slid down her slacks (no panties) and with James’ help got the seven year old on her.  James also helped guide into her Brad’s young tender and with her hands gripping his hips got him to fuck.
	James stroked himself and was in some agony.  It was quite a sight, though; James squatted down to watch the youngster’s cock sliding effortlessly into his Mom’s cunt, his hairless little balls, the act of sex and it did help in a small way to get James hard.

	Brad was reluctantly left at the rest stop.  Though Joan preferred nice hard teenage cock filling her holes and squirting their love juices into her mouth; she had, too, a penchant for young boys.  (don’t we all!)	
	Tiffany was turned loose in the Larson’s home city behind a large park.  Heather was taken thru the city and out the other side, back up into the mountains and out to one of the neighboring desert towns.  Both girls were, of course, sexed one more time before being released.  Joan got involved, licking out Tiffany’s cunt before applying her husband’s cock.  She even planted her own swamp box onto the girl’s face and felt a new invigoration swelling inside her—inasmuch as Ted’s cock swelled inside the girl’s cunt.
	Ted could, though, hardly fuck due to all the fucking he had been involved in thus far.  But he gave it his best try anyways.  Quite often his cock slipped out—but Joan was there to suck it and push it back into the girl’s cunt while her own cunt seethed with a newfound sexual pleasure—quashing her cunt down onto another’s face!
	James, meanwhile, fucked young Heather.

	There was strong desire(s) to keep the girls, Ted held untold desires and though lo he had her duplicate in his secret basement lab, balling a real human girl was a tad bit more enjoyable.  But balling an android was without the risks.  

	After the final release of subjects the family returned home.  Security checks made and then they all retired to their respective rooms to recover from their excursion.  Ted lay nakedly on his bed in complete wonderment.  He had enough duplicates of the human subjects and could easily make copies of them, too.  He had a variety.  Boys and girls, teens and otherwise.
	Boys and girls.  Teen boys, teen girls.  Pre-teen boys—pre-teen girls.  On and on it would go.  Andrea Harper, the first girl to suit his wills.  Tiffany Arlene (co-worker’s daughter); his cousins (Mary, Kathy, Debbie); Angela—the family friend of the naughty-naughty oh so naughty cousins; various girls thru his teen years; Joan his wife; Aaron, Shaun and Mike—the first boys his wife found to satisfy her lust; young Susan; Nolan, Brock, Brad, Christine, and Heather.
	Tsk tsk tsk
	All had satisfied him—sexually and financially.  What could be better?  Especially with the fact that he had their exact duplicates in the ready!  He could screw them any time he wanted without reprocussions!  He was getting $5000 for boys, boys ten and under.  For teen boys he was getting $8000!  Amazing!
	The girls ten and under were getting him $10,000!  Teenage girls went for $12,000 to $15,000!  And there were more orders than he could fill!  Orders came from all over the world, mostly miners and deeply placed research laboratories, remote clutches of humans and prison islands.
	Ted could move out of the modest home, buy a bigger home, a better lab, an RV, better cars, and live the life of luxury—all for fulfilling the lust of perverts worldwide.
	He sighed, farted, and fondled himself.  Rolling over he hugged his wife, pressing his cock against her ass.  She was wearing panties, her nightgown, too.  That was a first!  He sighed and nuzzled into her neck; her hair smelled terrific!  Slowly he snaked a hand over her to find those ready ripe melons that had first caught his eye so many years ago.
	Joan moaned—or was that a groan?  She stretched and lay still for a moment, then rolled partly into her horny hubby, closed one sleepy eye in a sort of scowl, “Now you’re horny?” she quipped.  She shook her head saying, “I’ve got a headache.”

	Ted sighed and returned to his side of the bed, his head hurt, his cock ached—unfulfilled.  The water sprinklers came to life, birds chirped (nosily) and the beside alarm clock jingled to life.  It was 7AM.  It was Wednesday.  A company meeting at work at 9AM—don’t be late!  His latest project attempts at creating an artificial life form had failed.  Failed.  And he knew at the meeting his Boss and other superiors were apt to halt the further funding of his android project.  The technology just wasn’t available (yet) to make his dreams real.  He had other projects that needed precedence and he needed to ditch the Ten-Ten Android project and get back to regular projects.
	A dream.  A fantasy dream.  It had all been a fantasy dream!
	Don’t that just beat all!

*

In your neighborhood
	Dom the Entity had hopes that the scientist would be of help to him, but no.  He was a lackluster inept scientist with horny dreams, wishes, and unnatural desires.  There was potential there, though, but Dom moved on.  Somewhere, someone had to have a something electronical to help him.  The point of being an entity was getting old.  He wanted to be himself, human.  He wanted to go home and quite possibly never-ever mess with another EMAD again!
	But meanwhile, the Larson neighborhood held some interesting neighbors.  Dom felt that somewhere among someone would be able to help him return to human.
	It was just thought that somewhere—SOMEWHERE someone ELSE had to have the same dilemma as he.  But it was just a thought.  The scientist Ted Larson was no help, he only fantasized about having an EMAD.  He only fantasized about sticking his scientist dick into young girls and boys, dreaming of his wife being equally naughty.
	But it was all a dream.
	Maybe it was “all a dream” to Dom, too.
	He wished it was.
	He wished he could wake up in his own bed, go to school and “fantasize” about screwing all the girls he knew (and saw); spanking them, peeing on them, making them his personal bitches and ‘hos.
	He wished he had never gotten the EMAD and never gone so far as to try and be a slick bank robber.  That seemed so long ago, so fucking long ago.  After this, he knew that he would never-ever be the same.

	So, be that as it may…
	1200 block of Hump St.  (no, really, it used to be Humphrey St. but smart aleck teens made the change.  It was appropriate and fitting for in almost every home on the 1200 block there was something narly to naughty going on.
	Case in point, House Number One, corner house; no fence, couple big ass trees in the front (maple); white picket fence separating the properties of the next door neighbor house.  Dull white with green trim paint, in need of a new roof; bushes along side the house in need of a trim.  But other than that it was a typical house in modern day society.
	Inside, a teen girl approx. thirteen or so with short curly strawberry blond hair stood against a dresser, her own.  She wore white pants, a gray top, and had a nice-nice ass.  She stood with a particular stance that was not normal for a girl to be stand—legs apart.  
	Suddenly, a man assuming the role as a “parent” smacked her ass with a 2-inch wide belt.  The girl reeled nearly coming out of her skin.  Clenching the ridge of the dresser she braced as another swat came.  She squirmed, opened her mouth—but nothing came out.  
	Another swat came and she nearly wrenched the dresser top off.
	The girl’s Daddy caressed her ass, patted it, then squeezed the cheeks, slipping fingers down between to the crotch.  There were some grumblings from the Daddy, referencing something about grades, ditching, cell phone charges, etc.  The girl gave no satisfaction in crying or succumbing to due emotion.
	The Daddy swatted her again with a resound that Dom thought he saw the water in the fish bowl tremble.  How on earth the girl was maintaining herself was not known.  Dom detected no EMAD in use.  He waited.
	“Get ‘em down!” barked the Daddy.
	The girl hesitated a moment, squeezing herself, snorting snot, and clenching her neck muscles.  It was hard for her to move as the pain in her ass was quite terrific.  Slowly, though, she undone her white jeans and pushed them down until they slipped down her legs to halt at her knees.
	She was a pretty girl, nice tits, nice ass, nice looking with a fantastic smile and bright eyes.  She had great cock-appeal.  Dom doubted she was a virgin, she might be—but he doubted it.  Slowly he merged further into the room—checking a mirror and not seeing himself.  He longed to, he longed to feel, to sense anything, and to taste—food, pussy, whatever.

	The Daddy’s belt smacked the air and then smacked the girl’s panty clad ass.  This time there was reaction from the girl.  It couldn’t be helped.  The torment to her ass was terrific and could not be denied.  But she WAS denying him outbursts of emotions.
	Only one horrific swat there was to the panty clad ass; the girl greatly clung to the dresser’s edge; her young body tight, clenched to the maximum of being “clenched.”  
	Then, the Daddy slipped his fingers inside her purple panties with multicolored flowers all over them.  Slowly he pushed the undergarment down to reveal the reddened flesh.  
	Nothing was said, there were tears streaming down the girl’s face and when she saw her face in the dresser mirror she lowered it so as her Daddy behind her couldn’t see her “emotions.”  The Daddy wasn’t looking at the mirror to see his daughter’s face or any sign of emotions; he was locked on her ass.
	The bare ass was admired; the man smoothed his hand over both inflamed cheeks, then with his hand he lightly smacked the cheeks before tapping her waist in a manner indicating, “step back.”
	The girl, Lori, stepped back and pushed her panties and pants on down.  The Daddy; a tall man, rugged features, dark eyes, continued to admire the ass of his defiant misbehaving daughter.  Again he smoothed his hand over the girl’s ass, parting the cheeks and taking a gander at her goods.
	Licking his lips was an indication of “nice.”
	“Spread ‘em.” the man said.
	The girl placed her hands to her ass and pried them open.
	The Daddy unzipped and hauled out his already hard hard-on; he gave the adequately sized cock a stroke then placed the glistening tip right up against her searing flesh, then gouged it up and down her crack.
	Nice!
	Lori made a sudden grunt-like noise as her Daddy made anal entry into her.  “Relax,” he told her, “it’ll be easier.”  He made slow progress into her anus, clutching her hips and driving his 6-incher into her backdoor with great determination.
	The cute young teen grimaced, clutched the dresser with her mouth wide open.  “Ooooooh, Daddy, it hurts, it hurts!”
	Daddy pulled out and slapped his cock against her ass.
	“You want more spanking of your ass or my dick up your ass?”
	Lori couldn’t answer for a minute, she freely caressed her burning ass.
	“I don’t want more spanking, Daddy,” she complained, “but your thingy wont go into me!” she was beginning to sob and close to bawling.

	Then,
	“Take off your clothes.”
	Lori froze for a moment but then went ahead and stepped out of her pants and panties, pulled off her top and unhitched her bra.  For a moment she stood still facing her dresser.  In the mirror she could see her Daddy and what he was doing—masturbating, slowly.
	“On your bed.”
	Lori turned and looked him straight in the eyes, “You said you wouldn’t do that to me if I let you spank me and put your thingy in my butt!”
	She almost got slapped, her Daddy scowled at her, “And I’m keeping my promise!  Get on the bed!”
	Nakedly the frightened teen moved to her bed, sitting down on the side, waiting.
	“Lay down.”
	Lori clenched and almost appeared angry; she was a virgin and her Daddy had promised her that he wouldn’t fuck her, breaking her virginity if she let him doink her up the ass.  Spanking was a part of the deal, too; couple with her misbehaving, too.
	The Daddy stood stroking his cock lusting heavily for his daughter, 
	“Pull your legs back.” he told her.
	Father of the Year then went down on her, licking her funk hole, fingering it, and applying a generous amount of spittle before once more attempting full anal entry.  Lori held her hands to the back of her knees wincing and grimacing as the penetration began.
	“Stop clenching, damn it!” griped her Daddy.
	“I cant help it!” she retorted.
	There was strong resistance in his backdoor efforts, he pulled out and in some anger held her ankles in one hand while busting her ass with the other.  Lori thrashed about on her bed as she was beaten mercilessly.
	‘put it in her mouth.’
	Bob Dannon stopped his ass beating.  He was sweating breathing hard, his daughter put her legs down, then rolled over to caress her tortured ass.  She was bawling, crying and carrying on as she should.
	“Let’s try something else.” 
	Still sniveling the girl turned her head, “What?” still fearing being raped by her Daddy.
	“Come off the bed,” he told her, “on your knees.”
	Lori knew what that meant, she was thirteen, 7th grader, and living in a world of fanatic perverts—hell, even a US President got a hummer while on the job!

	Bob flogged his dog right in front of his daughter’s sweet face, stroked it and waited for her to “take it.”
	“No more ass beatings, Daddy,” the girl said, “it hurts too much, I don’t like it.”
	“Suck me like a pro and I wont beat your ass at all!”
	The girl rubbed her ass, closed her eyes and leaned in opening her mouth.
	‘ever suck a guy’s cock before?’
	“No.”
	“No what?”
	“Huh?”
	“No what?”
	‘suck his cock!’
	Lori pressed her lips to his glistening orb that HAD been up in her ass, but just the head.  Her lips went over the bulbous tip and slowly went down the shaft.  She made faces, retched, and gagged.
	“Don’t you throw up on me, girl, I’ll beat your ass!”
	She didn’t, but close.  She pushed back the sickness and wickedness of complying with her naughty Daddy’s desires and sucked his cock.  Two minutes later and he was filling her mouth was a horrible was of man spunk.  She very nearly lost her cookies then.  There was spunk spewing DEEP into her mouth, down her throat before the Daddy cock bursted out and spewed its spunk onto her face.
	Bob jacked his cock to get every bit of his love cream out.  Up against Lori’s face it went, squirting more into her hair.
	“Oh shit, baby,” he exclaimed proudly, “that was good!” 
	Lori wasn’t too impressed—but then,
	‘you liked your Daddy’s spunk.’
	Lori blinked her eyes.  The taste of the “spunk” was very disgusting and totally grossed her out.
	‘you liked your Daddy’s spunk.’
	Lori licked her lips,
	“I like it, Daddy.” she said on trembling lips.
	Bob smiled, his cock had barely soften and was dripping cum all over her young teenage breasts.
	‘say, “you can fuck me if you want.”’
	There was hesitation but then, “You can fuck me if you want.”
	Bob took a turn at blinking his eyes, “W-what did you say?”
	“You can fuck me if you want, but you have to eat me out, first.”
	Good girl.
	Dom was pleased with his work.  The Daddy “went down” on his teenage girl, licking her cunt like a pro, fingering her out and getting her generously lubed up before applying his cunt hungry cock.  Lori was “wet”, frightened, unsure, and tantalized.  Confusing thoughts raced thru her young teenage mind and then…
	Her Daddy’s cock went sliding into her sex, breaching her hymen and making full generous vaginal entry.  There were mixed feelings—pain and joy, discomfort and pleasure.  Bob’s adequate cock wasn’t very gentle but it did the job.  Once “all the way in” the real fucking began.
	Bob took in his daughter’s breasts and squeezed them before slobbering on them.
	‘you like your Daddy’s cock in you.’
	Lori blinked her eyes, moaned and groaned in a mix of mixed feelings that sought to solely torment her.
	‘you like your Daddy’s cock in you,’ pause, ‘you like sucking his cock,’ pause, ‘you want to suck your Daddy’s cock every day—before you go to school.’
	Bob began to cum, he arched his back and drove his pelvis against her body, his cock swelling and shooting its liquid gooey love.
	‘you want to suck your Daddy’s cock as soon as you come home.’
	Bob moaned, thrusting his cock into his daughter’s cunt, pulling most of the way out and then ramming himself back into her sex, squirting more and more pent up love juices.
	‘before you go to bed you want to have sex with your Daddy,’ pause, ‘before you go to bed you want your Daddy to lick your pussy out,’ pause, ‘then fuck it.’
	Bob released a torrent of his liquid love; it spewed graciously inside her then when he pulled out it coated generously all over her lovely teen twat.
	‘you want to spank your daughter,’ pause, ‘but not hard.’
	More instructions followed, for the both of them.  Sex every day, greasing up the ole pecker and trying for anal love again.  Bare ass spanking but not so hard and only with the hand.  Cocksucking and cunt sucking, every day—TWICE a day.  
	Dom felt good and when the Daddy left (somewhat bewildered) Dom found himself drawn to the girl who remained on her bed layered in a sheen layer of sex sweat.  Her cunt was on fire overriding the fire that still existed to her ass.  Slowly Dom came onto her, he wasn’t sure but he thought he could “smell” her.

	Lori relaxed; the mixed feelings still swelled within her, teemed and surged from her cunny.  Dom “came” over her and it was as if like he had his body.  It was amazing!  And very strange.  He found by concentrating very hard he felt his cock sliding into the girl’s fresh fucked cunt.  
	It truly was amazing.  Amazing!  It had been a long-long while since last he had felt a cunt.  he relished in it and continued until he felt the strange feeling that only had to be orgasm.  Lori had her legs open as if she actually had a human lover on her.  Dom could almost see his arms stretched out but when he looked hard there was nothing.
	The “release” came and Dom seemed to fade…

*

	Two houses down and there was a BIG house, one of the biggest in the neighborhood; but there were others.  The house was two floors, had a large front and backyard, pool, circle drive, lots of trees, bushes, and plenty of naughtiness to intrigue a wandering entity.
	A nice red Cadillac was out front.  Dom marveled at it and fondly recalled his own ride.  It seemed so long ago.  So very long ago.  It saddened him and he knew that he had to get back to his human self.  Somehow.	
	In the meantime…
	Inside the house all was serene, and clean.  There was activity, though; upstairs.  Paintings on the wall—nice (and expensive.)  Good high quality furniture; a not so worn out carpet; fresh potpourri scenting the cool air conditioned air; statues here and there—it was a very nice house.
	There was noise from one of the rooms on the upper floor; a girl clad only in panties sat on the edge of a twin size girlie bed playing a video game.  She was pretty, blond, and ten yrs.  Lovely girl, serious about her gaming, curly-curly blond hair passed her shoulders; no titties.  There was some evidence of titty but not much to fool with.
	She was still cute, though.
	In another room something of more interest; a young boy about 12 yrs hung at a door, stark naked.  His pud was semi hard, he was well tan all over, blond haired, blue eyes, and similarities enough to warrant the fact that he was a sibling of the cute girl in the adjoining room.
	The well tanned nude boy was in conversation with a well tanned nude woman, possibly his Mom?  She had dark hair, though, with purple streaks!  She seemed to be in her mid 40s; titties weren’t bad, shapely body, and a bald poon.

	Sitting at a desk in front of a computer the woman typed what appeared to be a report of some kind while talking with the boy.  Dom caught the words from the boy “she’s asleep.”
	The nude woman stopped typing on her computer’s keyboard, reached out her hand and took holt of the boy’s cock.  The boy, Joel, came up to the woman (who it turns out was his aunt, Marissa Lynn-46yrs) and she caressed his ass as she tugged on his bone.
	The boy liked, very much.  She tugged and tugged and had an excellent “tugging” technique.  The cock in her hand swelled and stood proud as it was manipulated.  She had a good touch and when there was pre-cum soiling the head—she went down on it.
	She did!
	She sucked and sucked well, taking his balls into her mouth, rubbing his ass and getting her nephew very hard.  And when he was at his hardest and near ready to cum she moved (quickly) to the bed where laying out she brought her horny boy onto her.
	The boy quickly mounted and slipped his twelve year old schlong into the proper receptacle and commenced to rapid rabbit fucking.  The woman clutched the boy’s ass, wrapped her legs about him, and enjoyed the rabbit rapid fucking.  She seriously got into the deed, spanking her young lover’s ass flesh and carrying on in a sexual manner that was clearly enjoyable.
	And it didn’t take long for the boy to cum off, either; the woman had two orgasms by Dom’s count and was having a third when the boy was having his first!  Amazing!  After the boy shot his wad, he lay sweating and breathing hard on his auntie.
	“Fucking-A!” he exclaimed.  His auntie caressed his backside, patted his butt and languished in the deliciousness that was sex—however illicit it may be.  
	Joel pulled out and rolled off of his Aunt, she fingered her cunt diddling in the spunk that her nephew had spilled when in walked her naked niece.  The young girl had a bemused look upon her sweet face, Dom saw himself stroking his cock and ogling the girl—desiring whole heartedly to fuck the ever livin’ snot out of her.
	“Thought you were asleep?” Marissa said.
	Gwen shrugged; a look came to her from her naked sex exhausted brother, ‘say YES, stupid!’
	“I was,” Gwen said, mimicking a yawn, stretching, putting on, “but I woke up when I heard you.” Lie, she already knew what was going on but she had to get to the final level of the third chapter of her video game and beat her brother’s high score.  (she didn’t beat his score but was close.)
	The girl came to her aunt’s spread open wide legs and paused a moment before she hunkered down and began licking the spilled splooge.  Aunt Marissa arched her back, ran her fingers thru her niece’s hair and bucked her cunt into her face.  Joel masturbated as he watched.
	Soon the little girl was crawling up between her Aunt’s legs after doing a good job of cunt cleaning; she lay on her Aunt, squashing her cunt against her body.  Aunt Marissa caressed her niece, patting her backside and then her; then she parted the cheeks and Joel wasted no time.  
	Firstly the boy happily and greedily licked his sister’s ass crack and hole before applying his prick and sliding it ALL the way in.  He immediately began to pump.  Marissa and Gwen began kissing with Marissa fondling her nephew, spanking and caressing him until their combined juices began to flow.
	Gwen grunted but spread her legs wider straddling her Aunt’s body; she parted her own cheeks, made face of displeasure but continued to be butt fucked just the same.
	After a couple of minutes the boy got his rocks off and pulled out.  As per customary, he slapped his sister’s ass with his 100% all-beef thermometer.  Gwen pressed her nakedness against her Aunt; the two kissed (passionately) and though her nephew had just cum, had just fucked twice in the space of half just a few minutes, AND had just been in his sister’s crapper, he was guided into his Aunt’s cunt and he readily supplied her with a glorious bout of illicit love.

	The three lay in lustful afterglow love, covered in sweat (and drying cum), lightly talking, fondling, and farting.  The kids giggled when their Aunt farted; Joel fingered her cunt while she herself fingered Gwen.  Joel slowly fell to sleep while Gwen remained snuggled against her naughty Aunt for awhile before she, too, slipped to dreamland.
	Marissa lay caressing the kids for a while longer, popped her neck, stretched, farted, then slowly rose up from her bed not disturbing her sexually worn out niece and nephew.  Once off the bed Gwen and her brother automatically fell into one another.  Marissa patted Gwen’s ass and then slipped out of the room and made for a hall bathroom.
	She showered, peed while showering—something that intrigued Dom.  He recalled when he was a human he had peed while showering, it just seemed a natural thing to do.  Then, when girls came into his life; screwing them, dating, and so on, he wondered if when they showered they also peed while doing so.

	After showering she fooled with her hair for a while, shaved her cunt, armpit, and fussed with her hair some more.  Dom was at severe horny state of being.  He was as close to be as human as he had ever felt, he very muchly felt as if he WERE human; he could feel his heart beating, his mind soaring lustfully for the 40-something year old woman, and his cock surging.
	But there was no image reflected in the mirror.  He stood right behind the woman and he “wasn’t there.”  But he could smell her; her fresh scent, the hair treatment, everything.  He was right there, right against her—he could FEEL her. It was phenomenal!  It was incredible!  It was fucking-a fantastic!
	With his hard throbbing 21rst digit against her ass he rubbed hard; the feeling of doing so was there—it was right there!  Up and down then all around the smooth alluring flesh; up and down the crack then down between the cheeks as his hands gripped her sides.
	He could hardly stand it.
	Up and down her sides, caressing her in a so-so semblance that was foreplay.  “Reaching around” to caress her breasts, tweak the nipples, then move down the front side to find her freshly shaven smooth snatch Dom became more and more sexually “aware.”
	What reactions the naughty incestuous woman was enduring he didn’t know, didn’t care.  He fingered her smoothed cunt, his throbbing ball buddy swelling with extreme desires to kiss her hairless beaver.
	And he would not be denied.
	Again, what she was thinking he did not know, but what she did—she opened her legs and bent over against the sink, parted a cheek and Dom accepted the offering; slipping his Russian sputnik into her spacelab.  He could feel it—the penetration.  He could actually feel his beefy McManstick sliding into her French fryer.  The feeling was more intense than before (Lori Dannon—previous story).  Dom felt his bald avenger entering fully into Marissa’s “peel.”  The pumping soon followed.
	Dom could feel the woman’s skin, the warmth of her ass against his person.  He could feel her as he gripped her hips; his cock slamming slowly into her bikini bizkit.  It definitely was more intense than with Lori.
	And even more phenomenal was Marissa’s reactions; she moaned, fingered her sex, wriggled her ass and began pumping “back” into Dom’s ba-donk-a-donk!  It was incredible!
	Dom pumped his boney cannelloni into the woman; straining as he pumped as the intensity of his act surged and he felt cum seething thru his shaft.  It was beyond incredible.

	Pumping all the harder and with more intensity brought about a tumultuous feeling so intense Dom thought he’d pass out.  He was literally having one of those “out of body” experiences!  It was the closest to being human he had experienced in a long-long time.
	It was good.  Damn good.  Dom thought he even came!

*

	A space of time came to be, Dom’s next acknowledgement of time and being came some hours later, early in the morning, daylight type time.  The house was empty but he didn’t feel like leaving, not just yet—he wanted another piece of that furless furburger!
	And he would have to wait for it, too.  But that was alright; he lounged in the house then migrated outside to the great backyard—which took him to wandering the great fence separating the backyard properties of the neighbors.  In one neighbor backyard there was some interest—a lot of interest:  a teen girl lay NAKED on a lounge chair beside a pool!
	The girl had a straw-sun hat, sun glasses, nice voluptuous ta-tas, a neatly trimmed furburger, lovely skin (very tan) all packed nicely in about a sixteen year old frame.  Nice.
	Dom noted that she was not alone.
	In the bushes lining the backyard fence were a pair of boys.
	The boys had their wieners out and were happily whacking off.
	Dom easily moved thru the fence and right up to the dozing teen.
	He gave her the “once over” then studied her minutely; nice-nice titties, round, supple, perfect.  Her whole tan body was covered in a layer of sunscreen.  Her pussy was very neatly trimmed and by Dom’s astute expertise—not virginal.
	This had potential.
	‘sleep.’
	Duh, she was.  Daphne Gullman was asleep, not deeply asleep but asleep nonetheless.  And with Dom’s help, she slept more soundly.  Taking his time Dom peeked into the girl’s mind.  It was a slow process; Dom asked for and received various images of “who pegged” her.
	There was a boy with blond hair, braces, nice looking, and up close and personal with her face.  The scene was someplace dark with a flickering light source somewhere around them.  It was annoying.  Dom focused, concentrated and couldn’t figure it.
	Another boy (her age) also up close and personal with her face, no braces, dark hair, dark eyes, earring in only one ear occupied face-space.  They were in an open area, a beach specifically.  
	Another boy was not getting facer time but having a time with her cunt; he was eating her out in the backseat of a car.  It was dark, she was naked, the boy was naked, they were parked by a lake in the dead of night, her feet up on the headboard liner of the car.
	Daphne Gullman wasn’t a slut but a normal horny teen girl.

	‘anyone in the house?’
	“No.” answered Jimmy Gullman, Daphne’s ten year old brother.
	‘anyone GOING to be in the house?’
	“Around four.” he said.  It was just noon o’clock.  Plenty of time.
	‘take off your clothes.’
	Jimmy and his friend, Bart Simmons, stripped off all their clothes as if they were prepping to take a bath.
	‘you like seeing your sister naked?’
	“Yes!” the boy blurted almost very out loud.
	‘she ever catch you—looking at her someway naked?’
	“Yes.”
	‘she get pissed when you do?’
	“Yes.”
	‘does she catch you ALL the time?’
	“No.” chortled the boy.
	Jimmy was a normal boy who stole “looks” and “peeks” at his teenage sister; he saw her and she sometimes saw him (peeking); and sometimes she didn’t!  Jimmy was good—at hiding; in her closet, under her bed, and in the air vent in the ceiling of her room!  In those places Jimmy got prime views of his sister naked, fingering herself and engaging in sex acts with a boyfriend and even a girlfriend!
	It drove the poor boy wild and he was handjobbing himself near constantly—and only recently had he begun to spurt as a result!  
	‘are you naughty, er, nasty, with your friend?’
	“No,” said Jimmy with a shrug, “I guess not.” They only masturbated together, nothing more.
	Both boys had a slight idea about sex and sex acts but neither had willing girlfriends and only Jimmy had a sister.  
	The boys stood butt naked at Daphne’s side, boners hard enough to bust bricks, ogling the naked teen with some delight (and a lot of desire.)

	‘since she’s your sister, Jim, you get to tag her first.’
	Jimmy mounted his sister, Dom having the girl open her legs and help position her brother.  ‘everyday, you will SUCK your brother’s cock; everyday you will you’ll show him your body, finger your pussy, and let him fuck you.’
	Seemed like the thing to do…
	Jimmy wasn’t particularly good at doinking, but with time, experience, he’d get better at it.  He humped five minutes or so before his cock exploded into a fantastic explosion that was orgasmic beyond his comprehension.  Cumming off in his hand could not compare to cumming in a pussy!
	Bart took his turn and blasted his load in under three minutes.
	Afterwards, Dom had the boys “willingly” service one another.
	‘everyday, you’ll suck your friend’s cock.’
	‘everyday, you’ll suck your friend’s cock.’
	Everyday, the boys would secretly suck each other; cock and balls, and include a rim job just for the hell of it.  With Jimmy’s parental units working all the day, the boys could take a shower together.  While doing so, they would “pee on each other” everyday while in the shower.  
	Daphne would get herself doinked by the boys, too—everyday.

	Pleased with his work, Dom positioned himself onto the girl and like the bitches before, made love the entity way.  It wasn’t as glorious as prior but it was just as good regardless.  And still feeling “spunky” so to speak, he helped himself with the boys standing idle by the lounge.
	With Jimmy on his knees sucking Bart’s cummy cock (for the first time), Dom made seemingly anal penetration to the boy.  He could rightly SEE his body, but he could imagine it.  Hard to say, harder to explain.  It was like being blind from birth and knowing one’s body, and knowing the parts and knowing that they were there despite not being able to SEE them.  
	With his “hands” on Jimmy’s hips, his “cock” found its way into the boy’s virgin rectum.  It was the closest to being human Dom had felt in a long-long time.  Maybe it was a sign, maybe he WAS on his way back to being human after all?

*

N is for Naughty!
	Gently with his hands on her very nice tanned ass Gwen was moved up and down his shaft; the girl straddled the man and did a fair amount of willing moving herself; giggling, smiling, grunting, groaning…
	Standing beside the bed her brother Joel masturbated, furiously.
	Askew of the two lovers on the bed was Marissa, the kids aunt; underneath Gwen was Marissa’s friend, a close friend—although closer to Gwen at current moment.
	As the two lovers loved, and Joel stroked, Marissa caressed her niece’s ass, smacked it a time or two and when her friend beneath the girl began to cum she fingered herself and spanked Gwen’s ass all the harder.
	It gave Gwen a tremendous orgasm.  Tremendous!
	Joel climbed onto the bed and stuck his dick into his sister’s mouth so as she could finish him off.  Meanwhile, the kids’ auntie slurped on her friend’s cock as it slid in and out of Gwen’s ten year old cunt.  Cum spurts squirted everywhere—mostly onto Gwen’s nearly eleven year old ass but mostly into her Aunt’s mouth.  
	Marissa gobbled the slicked up schlong, sucking on the testicle sac and lapping up all the juices spilled everywhere.  Prying her niece’s cheeks she licked the juices in her canyon and then the canyon’s rim!
	The fella beneath supplying all the juice(s) succumbed to a final blast of liquid love and relaxed; his cock languishing out of her cunt squirting small bits of goo.  Great squirts of goo was cumming from the girl’s brother, his cock spewing graciously great gobs of hot splooge into her mouth until it was full to capacity and was dripping out the corners of her mouth.
	She giggled all the while but swallowed most of the brotherly spunk and the boy laid beside the naked man.  They cuddled, closed their eyes, and went to sleep.  Gwen remained (stuck) on the man totally relaxed, nuzzling and slipped into some sleep herself.  Marissa finished her “cleaning” of her niece, sat back to admire the naughty scene, then took up space beside her friend and also fell into sleep.

	Hours later and Marissa awoke, finding herself in the great bed alone with Gwen.  She lay for a moment or two, thoughts to her own.  A breeze blew in thru the open window, she stretched, stretched, farted, and noted the light in the hall.
	Curiosity piqued she peeked.

	In the hall bathroom her nephew Joel “took it from behind” from the family friend, Garry.  The boy was against the bathtub, legs spread wide being well reamed in the ass from Garry.  Garry had an “ok” body, not very muscular but no flab.  He wasn’t very tan, he’s skin peeled.  He was not very tall, just six foot.  Blond hair, blue eyes, and 7-inches of cock!
	It wasn’t thick but it was long.  Most all of it he could stuff into Gwen’s nearly eleven year old pussy and asshole and mouth.  Most all of it was pounding steadily into young almost twelve year old Joel.  The boy grunted, parted his cheeks and pounded his cock as he grunted saying, 
	“Yeah!  Yeah!  Ooooooh, yeah, fuck me, G-man, fuck me!”
	G-man complied, holding the boy’s cheeks and sliding his meat stick all the way into the boy’s rear receptacle.  Marissa fingered her sex as she stood at the door, then; she had to pee.  She moved to the toilet but paused and squeezed back the floor.  A smile etched on her lips and she waited until G-man was thru.
	Which didn’t take very long.
	Joel held off jacking his cock, he braced against the built in tub/shower and took all of G-man’s cock.  He was covered in sex sweat and when Garry pulled out his asshole snapped shut shuttling out the squirted ooze.
	“Hop into the tub.” Marissa said.  Joel could barely move, his asshole was on fire!  But he slowly complied and laid out fondling his throbbing cock.  Marissa climbed into the tub, planting her hairless poon onto her nephew’s face.  Garry still on his knees outside the tub watched in fascination stroking his steaming schlong.
	A great gusher of urine sprayed down onto Joel’s face.  The boy closed his eyes and mouth, thrashing his head about to get the full coverage.  Marissa peed and peed and peed; emptying her bladder completely, farting the squashing her cunt down onto his sweet face.  Joel opened his mouth to get give his Aunt’s cunt some tongue action while she manipulated his cock with her mouth and hand.
	Then, when the boy was ready to blast, Marissa swapped positions and slid her cunt down onto his staff.  They coupled for a moment or so and then Joel was unleashing a tasty non-diary delight into her sex.  The boy pumped a bit, hands on her sides with eyes ogling her delightful bazongas.
	Marissa wriggled about, the boy’s cock still up in her.  Slowly she pulled up and then slid up the boy’s hairless bod, settling on his face; her cum soaked urine spewing cunt covering his face.
	More tongue action from Joel, tasting his own spunk!

*

	Restless, Dom scurried from one house to the next, finding more interesting things as he did so; such as:
	Hump St. was living up to its name.
	Across the tree lined street from the Gullman house in an upstairs master bedroom, a man “put it to” his wife.  They were both naked but not in the bed alone; with them was their three year old daughter.  She was sound to sleep and occupying space on a corner of the bed by the pillows while her parents humped.  
	As the parents humped, the humper humping the humpee caressed his daughter; she was clad in panties only.  The humpee lay in a swath of sex sweat, moaning and groaning as she was taken to the brink of incredible orgasmic experience.  She herself caressed her daughter, but not in the sexual manner as did her husband.
	There wasn’t much light in the room to see, natural light from the open window, the bedside clock, and nite light in the master bath.  The slumbering little girl was in yellow panties and very sound to sleep.  Her Daddy caressed her side, just one as she was laying on her side.  All over her backside and then down to her butt.
	Not an uncommon thing for a loving father to do, but there was a tad bit more to the caressing.  And at length he slipped fingers under the yellow panties; when he did, when his fingers touched that soft supple smooth ass his cock swelled inside his wife’s cunt.  
	Charlene got more and more involved, feeling her husband’s swelling prong inside her, intensifying orgasm like never before.  She knew what her husband was doing.  For a moment she was puzzle, not angered, a little confused, a little alarmed—hubby was serious caressing their daughter Amanda’s ass.
	As the hump continued and Charlene felt her sex erupting multiple times and knew that there was one more that would be incredibly huge, she pulled Amanda’s panties down to her knees and gently taking her leg positioned her on her stomach.  The child never stirred and her horny Daddy caressed the whole of her butt and seriously “put it to” the girl’s Mommy.
	The orgasm that followed was fantastic!  
	Charlene bucked into Fred her naughty husband, clenching him tight with her legs about his waist in light fear of disturbing her daughter.  No fear there, the child was jiggled on the bed but remained steadfastly asleep.  (thanks to a little mickey slipped into her milk at dinner!)

	As Fred slowed his pace, releasing great gracious quantities of his penis pudding he lay on his steaming wife totally exhausted.
	“Sweet damn!” he blurted as their mouths met.  Charlene embraced her stinky hubby, her cunt still on fire.  Fred loved on his wife; his fingers still on his daughter’s ass, fingering her asshole!
	As Fred continued to finger he slinked a finger to her innocent cunt and began to get off again!  His cock swelled and slowly he began to pump.  He kept his body on his wife, his mouth clamped tightly to her—in doing so it was like when you sneeze—you couldn’t open your eyes when doing so—it was the same with deep passionate kissing.  This allowed the horny Daddy to gently roll his drugged daughter over…
	
	Charlene was a little disturbed (a little?  Only a little?) by her husband’s actions; but her cunny didn’t care.  That was by far the greatest sex they had ever had—or SHE had ever had.  She was still in wonderment long after the cum in her cunt had been washed out and dried on her pubes.  The hubby was at work and soon so she herself had to go; Cayleen Cruthers came to the door—a bright bubby teen all to willing to answer the call for babysitting duties.  Of course, the babysitter’s fee twice the going rate was a big draw for her.  But Amanda liked her and Charlene liked her so there was no problem.
	Charlene went off to her workplace, Cayleen played with Amanda, fed her treats, played games, and soon the young’un got sleepy and was tucked to bed.  Cayleen helped herself to the contents of the fridge, which was allowed.  She also helped herself to some booze, not allowed.
	Cayleen Cruthers wore a nice simple blue top with white trim.  She had a nice set of titties, too; long straight blond hair.  A good clean well maintained complexion, average size all around for her age group which was fifteen.
	After her lunch she called a girlfriend.
	Yack yack yack yack yack yack  Dom found little interest in the convo and so he moved to check the little girl.  She was sound to sleep.  On a fluke he peeked into her mind.  It wasn’t easy, the young’un’s mind not sophisticated enough to store memories or store them in specific places.  Dom had to hunt around with little to show for it ‘cept a few glimpses of her Daddy naked; masturbating what appeared to be directly into her face, and bathing her—bathing WITH her.

	Dom moved back to the teen girl before moving on, by the gist of her convo there was a change of who she was talking to.
	“Sure, CUM on over,” she giggled, “we’ve got the house to ourselves all afternoon!” she was blushing, tweaking a nipple, gushing, and fingering herself.  Hmmmm
	After hanging up she scurried quickly to the hall bathroom—even shutting the door!  Natural response.  Didn’t hamper Dom the Entity, though; as in ghost-like form walls, doors, windows, were of no consequence.
	Cayleen was peeing (and farting.)  She grunted and dropped a brown missile that made a splash—followed by a long windy explosion and then another 5lbs. brown baby boy.  All color left her face, she squirted some urine then flushed before cleaning herself.
	She DID clean herself, then flushed again.
	‘leave your pants down.’
	Cayleen paused while still sitting perched on the toidy.
	“Huh?” she blinked her pretty eyes and Dom was in love.  She was very nice, a cheerleader; hair back in a short pony; earrings, dainty rings, and smelled of fresh roses.  
	‘stand up, wash hands.’ 
	Cayleen stood and shuffled to the sink to wash her hands.  Dom positioned himself right at her, he could smell her!  It was amazing!  Checking the mirror, though, he was not there.  Undaunted, he imagined his hand “touching” her, caressing her body and feeling his “cock” throbbing to life.
	Cayleen washed her hands and then “paused” after drying them.
	Dom didn’t probe her mind.  He did nothing more than take the girl in, caress her body, fondle her lovely-lovely breasts, and attempt spanking her.
	That didn’t work out for some reason.  No mind, he enjoyed himself caressing her butt and “sniffing” her crack.
	‘bend over.’
	Cayleen complied, bending over, spreading her cheeks…
	Dom licked her crack—whether or not SHE could feel his tongue was not clear—nor did it matter.  He licked her hole—her funky-funky hole then found her pussy a delight to the eye as well as tongue!
	Incredible was the feeling, it was just like he was human again!  The senses were tantalized and even when the girl blew a backblast.  Dom smelled it, he literally could feel the “breeze” on his face!

	Then there was the doorbell.
	Shit!
	Dom “released” the girl, she pulled up her clothes and fled the bathroom; pausing to peer into it as she buttoned up.  Dom followed, he wasn’t done with her just yet.  
	At the door was Hank Pennington.  He wasn’t very tall, but he had a hell of a smile!  The boy leaned on the door threshold/frame, hooking an arm to support, “’sup!” he smiled; incredible eyes, perfect teeth, lots of blond hair with part of it hanging across his eyes at an angle.
	Cayleen dragged him in, shutting the door behind him and planting a big ol’ kiss on him in one fell swoop.  The boy embraced the girl, roaming his hands all over her backside, slipping up inside her shirt; one hand sneaking down inside her pants.
	Amanda dragged her teen horndog into the living room where she quickly pulled off her top then moved to her knees whereupon (on her own) unzipped Hank’s pants and fished out his cock.  It was hard, damn hard.  Amanda grinned and began masturbating it, squeezing the flesh then pressed her lips about the bulb before taking it into her mouth.
	Hank moaned, reeled his head back then began working his pants and underwear down.  “Ooooooh, suck it, baby!” he said filling her mouth with his prong.  “Damn, baby,” he exclaimed then, his next words were incomprehensible as he struggled to keep from cumming, he hadn’t even gone a minute!
	Talented Cayleen sucked and sucked, squeezed his nuggets and began caressing his smooth hairless ass.  She sucked harder and tasted spunk splashing inside her mouth—she knew she was bringing him off.  
	The squirts came and Hank was unable to stop.  He humped into Cayleen’s cocksucking mouth with determination to overfill it.  In his mind were flashing images of other girls his dick had been in; Jennifer Galvecko, Yolanda Vivica, Tori Kelsing, and a few others.  No images of “guys” or young girls.  
	Hank’s cum spewed forth a massive quantity; most of which went down Cayleen’s gullet.  The rest anointed her pretty face as he pulled out and spanked his monkey squirting Cupid’s toothpaste all over the girl’s face; the milk of mankind drizzled down her face and neck giving her a “pearl necklace” there was so much of it.
	‘suck his balls.’
	Cayleen either did so on her own or readily complied.  Hank once more reeled his head and hammered his love nozzle while she serviced his balls.  He made more unintelligible sounds and began to grow weak.

	After awhile, and Hank’s hammer slung low, Cayleen stood and pushed down her pants and panties.  Hank stripped off his shirt and stepped out of his clothes.  The two embraced and began kissing—Hank never minding the fact that Cayleen’s face, and yea her mouth, was coated in his special sauce.
	Their embrace did the trick, though, the low slung hammer “rose” and became hard as a hammer.  Hank busied himself caressing his naked cheerleader; her ass was the most of his fascination but that only lasted a moment or two and Cayleen plopped herself down onto the great overstuffed sofa.  Hank’s intention was to stuff the girl’s bearded clam but went down on her instead.
	Hank did a fair job; nipping and sucking on the lips; lapping at the girl’s slicked up juice berry; he also pilfered her bung as he was determined to get in there, too.
	Soon it was time for the horizontal Hokey and Pokey show.  Cayleen parted her legs, fingered her fired up poon and grinned big as Hank’s more than adequate cock slipped into her sex.  The girl practically orgasmed right there!  Then, more near orgasms came as inch by inch her teen hunk’s sausage entered her.
	Boning a chick on a sofa was ok, the angle of the dangle made the penetration process pretty good.  The girl thrashed about, squeezing her lover’s cock with her pussy, clutching his wondrous body and reeling greatly from the presence of his wonder stick.
	The two lovers tried to kiss but they flailed about too much and their tongues merely licked the other’s face instead.  Hank buried his face into Cayleen’s hair and concentrated on screwing.  Cayleen clung to her lover and endured being screwed.
	Finally after three minutes of serious screwing Hank’s turgid member spoke and graciously spewed a pleasing protein smoothie.  The boy continued humping, squeezing every bit of his liquid love into the girl; then he nuzzled her neck and like a vampire sucked it placing his “mark” upon her.
	Cayleen lay exhausted with her cunt on fire still.  She felt their liquid love juices pooling ‘neath her ass.  She breathed hard and relaxed—until she heard a door open and slam.
	Hall bathroom.
	Amanda was awake.
	Shit!

*

	“Hey, Baby, I gotta split, anyhow.” Hank said as Cayleen flew herself back into her clothes.
	Amanda looked a little pissed about that, ‘just came over to fuck me, huh?  A “wham-bam-thank you, M’am?’
	‘keep your ass where it is, asshole.’
	Hank blinked his eyes, fondled his prick, looked at his watch saying,
	“I guess I got time,” he was sheepish and shrugged—but too late, Cayleen was pissed.
	She went to the hall bathroom to check on Amanda who was on the toilet peeing.  When the tyke was done Cayleen wiped her cunny clean then helped her wash her hands.
	‘forgive him.’
	Cayleen at first thought Amanda had said something.
	“What honey,” she said, “did you say something.”
	The child shook her head and burped.
	After drying Amanda was taken back to her room, “but I’m not sweepy, Kayween.”
	Amanda had to sing to the little girl, talk to her a bit and etc. until Amanda under her own will conked out.  Meanwhile, Hank sat on the floor at the sofa, masturbating.  
	‘ever wish you could be alone with a little girl, like Amanda?’
	‘Hell NO!’ Hank bitched quickly back.
	Dom could find no evidence to the contrary.
	Ok, so a new route; ‘do you get erections seeing little girls in their underwear, swim suits, tight shorts, short skirts?’
	There was a pause.
	Ah HA!
	Images in Hank’s mind slowed.  Lots of young girls, under ten, clear to three years young—running nude, in their underwear, in short skirts; tumbling and doing summersaults in dresses and the like.  He DID get an erection and DID have mild-mild thoughts of wonderment about their skin and his cock.
	‘if you could put your cock against Amanda, and she was asleep, and no one was around, would you?’
	Hank began to sweat, his cock strengthening.  He shook his head “NO” but his mind said “Yes.”
	Ah HA!

	Amanda slept soundly—very soundly.  Cayleen was elsewhere, asleep.  To Hank, though, no one else was in the house.  Amanda was in short summery dress.  She lay on her kiddie bed on her back, sound-sound to sleep.
	‘walk up to the bed.’
	Hank nakedly stepped up to the side of the bed; pre-cum soiled his cock; his heart beat hard in his chest and sweat dripped like a waterfall from his face.  He had no sisters but an older brother, both had been “scoring” with girls since they were in elementary school.
	‘raise her dress up, pull it up to expose her belly.’
	Hank reached out his hand and pulled the child’s thin summery dress up to reveal her belly (and pussy area.)  There was a slight damp spot where she had soiled with pee from earlier.
	‘open her legs.’
	Compliance!
	Hank very slowly opened Amanda’s three year old legs; then continuing to follow the commands from his Inner Voice her fingered the girl’s cunt.  Up and down her legs he went, hooking her ankles together raising the legs and taking a long-long gander at her crotch.  A free hand smoothed the girl’s butt and a bit of cum spurted from his piss slit.
	‘take her panties down.’
	Hank did pause, half a moment—but then he gently took the Amanda’s yellow panties and pulled them to her ankles.
	‘good boy!’
	Hank stared at the girl’s pussy, his heart raced and mind began to blank—giving it a difficult time to be controlled by the Inner Voice.  Licking his lips and giving his cock a couple of somewhat strokes to satiate it for the time being, Hank pulled the yellow undies off, opened the girl’s legs wider, then applied his tongue to her cunny.
	He licked and licked and licked.
	His cock dripped cum as he licked; he engulfed the whole pussy and began slipping a finger into her asshole (just because) and then began trying in earnest to penetrated the child’s cunt with his tongue!
	On and on it went until his cock was virtually shooting off squirts of jiz on its own!
	‘don’t waste cum, never waste a drop of spunk,’ Hank’s Inner Voice said, ‘always spill it on another—in a girl’s mouth, on her face, on her ass, IN her ass, in her cunt, on her tits.’
	Hank nodded and accepted the new decree.

	Moving up with Amanda’s legs stretched out straddling his, Hank masturbated until he spilled his gentleman’s relish all over Amanda’s innocence.  There wasn’t much, he had already given his all to Cayleen—TWICE!  But he gave enough to fully coat the child’s cunt.  He then (under direction) diddle his fingers in the spilled spunk and coat the girl’s poon, pushing some of the spunk into the girl’s entrance.
	More spunk was applied to her asshole.

	Hank’s watch BEEPED, it was time to go; he had to get to work FAST!  
	Using a washrag Hank cleaned his spillage from Amanda’s cunt, rubbed her ass, licked her hole, and laid his cum squirter onto her ass flesh for a one-minute hump.  Then, positioning her so as her ass was on the edge of the bed, he parted her legs—laying his pipe against her sex he humped there for another minute.
	Quickly he put her panties back on and smoothed down her dress.  There was no time for a shower himself, he dressed and made a hasty exit.  Dom “released” Cayleen putting her back into Normal Operating Mode.  She was dazed, confused, and dizzy and needed a nap herself.  Dom left her and accompanied Hank…