August Moone
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 52
-Mini stories-
Descents of Depravity
continuing

getting some  getting some  getting some
	Slinging hash sucked—so he didn’t do it.
	Sewing potato sacks by hand sucked—so he didn’t do it.
	Humping potato boxes into train cars seriously sucked—so …
	Stocking produce in a freezer, driving out to the produce fields to get the produce, sitting in an air conditioned office inputting data of said produce, flirting with various co-workers, that didn’t suck so much.
	It paid good, too.  Enough that he was able to trade-up from the crappy car his folks got him for good grades, a paying job, and his driver’s license, on his birthday.  But the trade-up didn’t include a bitchin’ stereo.  So, after inputting the data of the warehouse produce he perused a magazine featuring bitchin car stereos.
	“Kicking back, eh?” chirped Monica Seeverhan.  She was a cutey, in her twenties, bouncy reddish hair with bouncy delectable titties.  Loose fitting beige slacks; very slender body, just under 5’10” with proportionate weight distribution.  
	“I got time.” he smirked back.  From a cabinet she got some ink toner, bending over giving Hank Pennington a reason to live.  That was a nice-nice ass.  Nice.
	“Need some help?” he asked placing the stereo magazine over his crotch concealing thusly his raging hard-on.
	Monica smiled, whisps of her reddish hair hung loose in her eyes; she wore a myriad of rings on her fingers and Hank was unable to tell if she were married or whatever.  Not that it really particularly mattered to Hank…
	She shook her head, “No” but gave Hank a smile just the same.  She walked out of the office and Hank’s eyes followed her.  It was the end of day and most employees were heading home, most of them.  A few remained to clean the warehouse and such, the higher ups save for one manager had all gone.  

	‘go after her.’
	Dom’s words into Hank’s mind barely were spoken before the horny teen was on the move, his cock leading the way by some inches.  The ride from the Micchon home where he had doinked Cayleen Cruther’s the babysitter of Amanda took almost half an hour.  The “warehouse” was a mid-level produce company and situated a ways out of town.  Dom felt himself right in the passenger seat of the late model pickup; it had bitchin’ wheels, bitchin’ tires, bitchin paint job.  The windows were tinted, the motor was twitchin’, the interior was fresh (and bitchin’) but the stereo—not twitchin’ or bitchin’.
	Dom felt the wind from the open wing window.  He felt the vibration of the truck as he motored down the roadway.  He couldn’t recall if thru his journey thus far had he “felt” such things.  There were times, though, when he “felt” nature when at the Cabin incident—remember that epic?  
	In an office down the hall from where Hank was Monica Seeverhan fussed with replacing the ink toner cartridge to the massive copier machine.
	“It’s quirky,” Hank said coming in, “you have to push it in towards the back till you hear a click, then pull up and out.”  Kinda like sex…
	Monica had her own technique—and when that didn’t work after a minute or so of trying, she relented to Hank’s suggestion and still didn’t get the cartridge out.  She stepped aside and Hank retrieved the cartridge in one fell swoop.
	‘Asshole.’
	‘nice way to show her up, asshole.’ then, ‘now you’ll never get any from her.’ then, ‘luckily, though, you’ve got me to help you out.’
	The copier worked, Monica made her copies—then turned and with Hank still right there her hand brushed against his teen hunky hard-on.  She raised an eyebrow and left the room.
	‘one—two—three.  you still here?’
	Hank followed.
	In her office Monica didn’t sit in her chair but leaned into it; her stance was similar to a 90-degree angle while she scribbled something on a piece of paper.  Hank stared at the woman’s ass.  ‘that’s a nice ass.’
	No panty lines, a perfectly propitiated body; and Hank wanted her.
	 ‘hold fast, horndog.’ Hank stood at the open door—none of the office cubicles had doors.  
	Dom peeked into Monica’s mind; not much to find to pique his interest.  She was normal in the since of sexual engagement with members of the opposite sex who were close to her in age.  She had a boyfriend who satisfied her; she didn’t take it in the ass but did give head.

	There seemed to be no sexual depravity in Monica’s sexual history, but there WERE some unnatural desires—she just kept them to herself and hidden.  She was loyal to her boyfriend and she thought the same of him (loyal).  
	‘do you like Hank?’
	slight momentary pause, then; ‘Yes.’
	‘would you have sex with him?’
	longer pause, then; ‘No.’
	Hmmmm
	‘you like Hank.’  ‘you want to have sex with Hank.’  ‘you want to have wild monkey sex with Hank.’
	Hank stood with his erection building—and building—watching as Monica Seeverhan shifted her weight from one foot to the other.  In doing so she “flexed” her ass.  Oooooh that was a nice ass!
	Slowly Monica slipped down her slacks over that nice ass revealing why there were no panty lines—she was wearing a thong!  Double nice!  
	Monica worked her slacks down using her legs then hooked her panties and pushed them down, too.  Hank stepped up (on his own) with his cock freed from its confines.  Right up against the woman’s ass, gliding the throbbing prong between the cheeks, poking the virgin poop chute, then sliding into the proper receiver.
	Monica stepped out of her clothes, opening her stance more she accepted Hank’s offering and was well humped in the small office.  She fingered herself as she was humped, wriggled and got more into it than expected.  Trickles of orgasmic fluids leaked out of her cunny coating her inner thighs; gripping her ass she pulled the cheeks open, bucked into her young teen lover and satisfied one of those hidden desires.

	Noises distracted them, disturbed them, interrupted them.  Hank got his nut off and Monica had cum more than once herself.  Quickly she pulled up her clothes and then—on her own, grabbed her studdly lover (after he got himself back together) and they fled the office area and out into the warehouse area.
	The warehouse area comprised of an enclosure area, storage, freezer, open air produce processing, and packaging.  Monica dragged her teen lover down an aisle in the warehouse that held crates and bins of supplies to run the operation plus to run the fields of produce—all the vehicles and equipment, and so on.  At the end of one aisle was a mechanical lift, forklift that went up three levels of warehouse stores.  Monica had obviously done this before—obviously.

	Using the Lift they went up to the 3rd level where nestled in between the crates she stripped off her clothes and let her desires go wild.  Hank was amused, confused, but allowed himself to be a part of the co-worker’s hidden desires.  All Dom did was “release” those desires so as she could be herself.
	The woman was pent up.
	Hank stripped off his clothes—Monica practically ripped them off of his body!  She fondled his prick, his balls, and squeezed/slapped his ass.  On her knees she pressed her body to his and the two embraced with mouths engulfing the other.
	Monica was incredibly passionate (horny) and be damned loyalty to an “adequate” lover (i.e. boyfriend).  Teen hunky boy Hank had a fantastic cock and he new how to use it!  And after meshing their bodies together for a few minutes slobbering all over the other’s face; Hank broke their union and became fascinated with her breasts.
	They were a bit larger (rounder) than Cayleen’s; but just as soft, alluring, supple, and delectable.  Hank squeezed the fleshy orbs of delight, tweaked the nipples, then began sucking on them until he felt juts of cum squirting from his prick.
	Holding back he moved down; Monica laid out on the grating of the 3rd level, opened her legs and patiently waited while her hunky lover noshed at the Y.  It was musty, slight urine smell/taste, and very slick with womanly cum.  Hank wasn’t too aware that girls could also “cum”; not quite like a guy could cum but there were “juices” a pussy deployed just the same.
	Once more, while eating at the clam bar, Hank shoved his finger into the poop hole.  He did it “just because” and Dom saw no reason to stop him.  The boy did a very good job of eating Monica’s poon, nuzzling her clit and driving the young woman mad.
	She had some uniqueness to her looks; a long narrow face; serious, well edumacated; somewhat styled blond hair, sensible clothing attire and not too gaudy jewelry.  She was trim, aware of what she consumed and drank, spoke well and had a good laugh.
	Hank cared nothing for those attributes but concentrated on bringing her to orgasm simply by eating her delicious cunt.  He did so happily and with some decorum of expertise and did in fact bring 27 year old Monica Seeverhan to orgasm simply being eating her out.
	When Hank’s face was coated with pussy juice, he coated her cunt with his.  Gobs and gobs of teen spunk squirted from his cock coating generously Monica’s poon.  Before it softened, though, Hank slid into her recess and humped happily.

	Monica’s bouncing Bettys thrilled the happy humper, he seemed absorbed or mystified by them—but then he was that way with the whole human body of a woman anyways.  Concentrating on the woman’s hooters, though, helped him maintain a steady hump as his cock had previously cum and was aching so.
	There were images of Cayleen in his mind but Dom could not find what he had done with Amanda.  Monica wrapped her legs about her teen lover, arched her back and humped back into his sex.
	The sweat poured off of the both of them, steam rose from their bodies; Hank’s balls slapped hard as his meat packer packed meat.  It was awesome and then some.  Hank lowered his body onto Monica, squashing her breasts against his almost chiseled chest.  His hips did the only moving then, his throbbing dong pulsed inside the moist cavern shooting wad after wad after wad until there was only the clear super sticky liquid.
	But yet his sex drive was still potent.
	Monica was cool with that.

	With cock slamming, balls slapping, titties jiggling, the two lovers loved well into five minutes.  Hank strained his cock, arched his back to power thrust splashing his liquid love into the back of the woman’s cunt.  Suddenly there was some noise down below, footsteps.
	“Anyone here?” spoke a voice, Dabnis Jones, the cleanup man.
	“Shit.” bitched Hank.
	“Fuck.” bitched Monica.
	The two lovers clung to one another hoping the near pitch darkness of the upper area would shield them from being found out.  The great open warehouse was illuminated only in areas of use.  Dabnis could be heard shuffling along, singing/humming some song, farting, spitting, and cleaning up the aisles.  When he got to the Lift at the end of the aisle he looked around,
	“Anyone up thare?” he called up.
	Monica shook her head and placed her fingers to Hank’s lips.
	Dabnis called again, farted, hocked a loogie then pressed the controls down below to bring the Lift down.
	“Shit!” bitched Monica.
	“Fuck!” bitched Hank.

	Dabnis returned to his singer and pushing his broom into another aisle.  Hank lay on Monica, his cock in severe ache over-did-it-mode.  Monica roamed her hands up and down his body and began kissing him; on the mouth, in the mouth; on his shoulder and toying with his hardened nipples.  Hank didn’t mind and took the time to roam his hands over her body.
	When the warehouse door was slammed—a sign that the old black man had gone, Hank and Monica checked their situation.  It wasn’t too dire, the lift was at the ground floor.  Each “level” was merely 6-feet by 5-feet (and five feet deep) to contain a wooden crate of which contained various items of general use.  Hank dressed and precariously climbed down.  Not the safest thing to do, not sanctioned by the company or any safety organization.  Once down he sent the Lift up and Monica was safely brought down.
	The two embraced and began caressing one another getting amorous.
	Then one of the big doors rolled up with a big delivery/shipping truck backing in.
	“SHIT!” bitched Hank.
	“Fuck!” bitched Monica.
	Angrily taking his hand they scurried out of the warehouse to the freezer.  It wouldn’t be “freezing” for long, though.  In among the huge stacks of produce Monica led Hank to the breakroom and bathroom.  Hank retrieved from a special hidden area in the breakroom a bottle--vodka!
	Grabbing some plastic cups they went to another area of the warehouse where it wasn’t so freezer, just cold.  Opening the bottle that was half empty Hank poured them a generous helping of the hair curling drink and toasted his horny lover.
 	Hank didn’t even make a face as he swallowed the hooch; it was someone’s of the warehouse and he and the black man, Dabnis and some others often came out to “pitch quarters” throw some dice and what have and have a few sips of hooch.
 	Monica made a face and sputtered as the toxic brew scorched her throat.  Hank smiled and helped himself to another sip then moved to his knees, pulling down Monica’s slacks…
 	Monica settled on a large box, Hank pulled off her slacks and panties; Monica pulled off her top, unhitched her bra, and shivered with the cold air circulating about.  Pouring her a shot into the plastic cup the woman sipped and slowly warmed up.  Hank munched on her twat, fingered her asshole, and got horny.
	With another shot, then another, then a double, Monica got blitzed.
	She got warm and then got silly.

Meanwhile…
	At the Micchon home Daddy Fred Micchon found something of interest when he got home.  Unfinished work pestered him and with his wife’s projects cluttering up the den he used as an office he slung his briefcase onto the living room coffee table and parked his carcass on the sofa.  It was then he noticed the “spot” stain on the sofa cushion.
 	His hand had touched it (ewewewew!) as he settled himself; there was a lot of it and the stain soiled down the side of the cushion, too.
	“What the hell?”
	Careful examination brought Fred to the realization that his babysitter had “gotten some” and “left some” on the living room sofa cushion.  Cayleen was with Amanda playing with her.  Fred held his anger and told his daughter to go outside and play.  She did.  Cayleen felt that there was something wrong and was of course a little on guard and frightened.
	Fred brought her to the living room and pointed out the cum stains on the cushion.
	“Oh my God!” she almost shrieked.
	“I don’t care if you get some, but not in my house with my daughter home AND leaving evidence!” his anger rose and semi roughly he grabbed the girl jerking her to a particular stance that was destination Spank O’ Rama!
	The spank came so fast that it shocked the teenager.  She stood up straight and pissed Fred pushed her onto the cushion, pinning her to the back of the furniture and walloping her ass (clothed) with his bare hand.
	When Cayleen tried to protect her ass the swats came harder, faster, and her arms were pinned harder, too.  She shrieked a little, yelping as her tender ass was somewhat tortured.  But she opened her legs some, wriggled her ass and became ansy with her knees prancing the overstuffed brown cushions.
	“You have a choice,” Fred said with sweat dripping from his brow, “take your pants down to be spanked proper, or suck me.” He loosened his tie, stood with a Superman stance and waited. 
	Cayleen rubbed her ass; her mouth was agape, her pretty eyes blinking as she thought of her choices.  She gulped, stared at the man’s obvious bulge in his dark brown slacks, licked her lips thoughtfully, suppressed a fart, then undone her jeans…
	With her jeans at her knees she braced herself against the sofa back, locking her own arms behind her.  Her ass clenched in the expected spanking that was soon to follow.  Fred licked his lips, sweated, and focused on the teen’s red cotton panties.  Nice, real nice.

	One swat, two swat, three swat, four!
	Cayleen gyrated some and prance more.  Her entire body was on fire and she tried not to clench so but it was an involuntary response.  Fred applied another swat, then another, then one more before slipping his hand inside the girl’s panties and wrenching them down.  
	All Cayleen did was lean herself more over the sofa (not against a wall) and take the spanking.  Fred gave the spanking, too—after firstly admiring the girl’s bare hinny.  Smoothing his hand to the bare flesh came nextly (before the spanking) and Cayleen only continued to prance her knees into the cushions.
	Fred looked down the long hall that led out to the backyard where his little Amanda played.  Checking the clock on the wall there was little time for much more.  He applied a hard smack to Cayleen’s ass followed by two more before he couldn’t stand it and “whipped it out.”
	“Turn around.” he told his babysitter.  
	Cayleen rubbed her burning flesh and turned around, remaining on her knees.  She shook her head to toss off the strings of her hair from her sweating face.  Mr. Micchon stood stroking his cock, squeezing the skin to make it even larger than it was, then waggled it before her face.
	“Lay down, I-I want to see your cunt.” 
	Cayleen complied (no EMAD in use).
	Her pants and panties came off her legs followed by her top and bra.
	Fred’s cock was cumming off regardless of its owner desiring it not to.  He struggled and slowly on weak legs went down to his knees to admire the girl’s cunt.
	He sniffed it, fingered it, licked it, patted it.
	Cayleen fingered herself exciting her clit and positioning her body for the anticipatory fuck of a lifetime.  Mr. Micchon positioned himself above her body, bracing himself with one hand on the sofa back, his other hand guiding his cock into her cunt.
	They fucked hard and took five mintues of time.  Fred didn’t care of his daughter came in on them, he’d make something up.  He did care if his WIFE should come in on them, though—that would be bad—very bad.  Screwing the babysitter was a common practice though throughout the land, but still—it would be bad.
	Try as he might, though, getting off in Cayleen’s wondrously tight teenage twat proved too difficult.  Her cunt was tight, snug fitting and very cock pleasing, but Fred couldn’t breech that orgasmic threshold.  He got right to the brink but just couldn’t go on to maintain enough stamina to cum.

	After seriously tiring he pulled out to lay his pipe against her sex.  Cayleen took holt of it, caressed it and guided it back into her; but the second round was no better than the first.  Cayleen then slid down onto the floor, sitting on her burning ass then took Mr. M’s magnificent member and popped the cock into her mouth.
	Fred put his hands on his hips and rocked, reeling in the deal and losing his mind at the same time.  Cayleen was good—she swallowed Fred’s snake, cupped his balls, and began bringing him to an excellent orgasm.
	Fred felt the juices flowing, shooting thru his prick and blasting into Cayleen’s mouth, down her throat.  Cayleen sputtered—some of the cum shooting out of her nose!  She sucked, swallowed, and brought Fred to an excellent orgasm.
	The girl collected her clothes and dashed to the bathroom where she cleaned herself in the shower.  Fred meanwhile had a headache, his balls ached, and his cock was in a category all its own.
	His wife pulled into the drive and Fred was in no mood for her.  He wanted a shower, a shower with Cayleen!  But a quick wash of his prick and some sprucing up and he graciously took Cayleen home.  Pulling up to her home the girl kissed Mr. Micchon, patted his aching cock, smiled, and received a generous monetary compensation.
	“Any time, Mr. M!” she said as she bounded out of the car and to her home.  Fred watched her as she “bounded”—that girl had a nice ass.

*

	How many shots she had taken was unknown, but Monica was drunk.  She took the bottle and poured it down her chest.  Hank was at her cum drenched cunt to receive the hooch and he drank greedily.  Monica took a swig from the bottle and was well on her way to passing out.
	Hank had a few shots but was holding off—he had to get home soon and couldn’t afford being pulled over and arrested for DWI.  After the booze soiled Monica’s pussy he fucked it before peeing on it.
	When Monica DID pass out, Hank turned her over on the crate and planted his cock into her asshole.  It wasn’t easy and required sincere finger fucking prior to ass blasting with his cock.  He then used the bottle of vodka to sodomize the passed out girl then was able to slam her hole to his delight.
	Hank got so carried away with his humping that he dropped the bottle and though it didn’t break it rolled and made noise.  
	“Someone over thare!” Dabnis the wandering cleanup man.

	Hank froze (literally and figuratively), pulled out of Monica’s cunt and stumbled slightly out of the small hidden area.  He and Dabnis were cool, mostly they gambled and got drunk together, talked about the assholes that worked at the warehouse, and so on.
	“Whoa!  Whatsa goin’ on ‘ere, now!?” the old black man snickered.
	Hank waved the old man over and he did so.
	Dabnis was somewhere in his 60s, late 60s.  He was on his own after the passing of his wife of 40 years a year before last.  He was old, not dead.  When he saw the white girl Monica naked sprawled out on the produce crate his bow legged swamp donkey came to attention.
	Hank spanked Monica’s ass, parted a cheek making the invite.
	“Hot damn!” sparked Dabnis, “Ole Dabby gonna get some tonight!”  the old black man stepped up, unzipped, dropped ‘em, and brought his seven inches of jibbersnake into her liquored up sex.  He went all the way, gripped her hips and began power fucking her.  Hank not embarrassed to be naked with the black man, he stroked his cock and went nakedly to fetch another bottle of hooch.

	There was no more vodka but there was some Scotch whiskey.  
	Dabnis drank from the bottle, poured some on his mamba as it slid in and out of Monica’s cunt while Hank tried to maintain himself and drank a few sips from his plastic cup.
	The old man took five minutes before he released his ooze.
	Taking it out he smacked the woman’s ass until he was well worn out.
	He swigged more drinks from the bottle, Hank worried about time and knew he had to sober Monica up, too.  Dabnis giggled and spoke words unknown to Hank.  
	Both men carried the passed out Monica back to her office cubicle (dressed—sticky but dressed.)  Dabnis went to make coffee while Hank called his home to tell them he was working some OT and would be home in “a little while.”  He needed to sober up himself before going home, the trek from the warehouse area of town back into town was always checked by the local police.
	Monica was somewhat awake, it would take awhile before she was capable of being her own person.  Hank was in a fix; he had to get home—he had to be more sober than he was, and he had to get Monica back to normal.  All that could be accomplished but it would take time.

	One cup of coffee, TWO cups of coffee, three cups, four, five, six, SEVEN cups of coffee inside an hour.  Hank was doing ok but Monica stil needed time—and several bathroom breaks.  (when it was deemed safe, Hank accompanied her and helped her get her pants and panties down—and off.  When she had done what she needed to do, he fucked her face, mouth, and did the nasty right on the clean bathroom floor!)  what a guy!
	Monica DID come to herself, but was still under the effects of too much booze in a short amount of time.  Dabnis had gone home leaving Hank to take care of Monica.  She was still in no condition to drive, though,
	“I’ll take you home.” Hank offered.
	Monica agreed—she had little choice.
	It took a little doing to get Monica to walk out of the warehouse on her own; she stumbled some, paused to throw up some, then walked with a 30-degree list to port!  But eventually she found her way to Hank’s ride.  
	Taking his time, minding the speed limit and concentrating on keeping his ride on his side of the road, he managed to get into the city where it was safer.  It was a bit of doing to get to Monica’s correct address; it was not Monica’s fault, though, Hank just got lost.  
	Luckily, Monica didn’t get sick along the way.
	She did hurl, though, when exiting the truck—ralphing into rose bushes along side her driveway.  Hank helped her into her small house apartment; stripped her naked (he liked that part) then into the shower (where he joined her) and revitalized her with a good showering (and doinking.)
	Monica was coming around more and more—and it was getting later and later.  He moved Monica to her bed (after drying her) and left her naked.  He fingered her, fondled her, but was pretty much shagged out for the day and though he could easily mount and fuck the woman, he had to scoot.
	But he knew that from now on, he could “get some” from her anytime he wanted.  That was cool.  Way cool!

	He didn’t like lying to his parents, it just wasn’t something he did or liked to do (but there were those necessary situations where it was warranted.)  Usually it was little so called “white lies” for their protection and/or to make them feel better—about themselves or himself; but never out and out flat out lying.
	He made it home ok, 2-hrs of OT was a bitch.  (at work, though, he would get credit for 1-hr. OT (OverTime) along with Monica and Dabnis.)  He sat a while in his truck once parked safely in the drive of his home, his cock ached terribly—but it was a good ache!

	Approaching the front door he could hear his little sister, “He’s home!  He’s home!” she was seven, adorable, and a big mouth.  There were no sexual deviant thoughts towards her; he had seen her naked many times; heard her fart, heard her pooping and peeing.  She pranced in her underwear quite often, it was not a big deal as she was a wee child but her modesty was beginning and she seldom was seen anymore prancing about in her skin.
	Hank’s Old Man was proud of his first born, working hard and supplying for himself—there were hopes of the boy going into one of the branches of the Military Service, though—specifically the Navy but if Hank was college material then college bound he would be (and Naval Service thereafter!)
	Hank actually had other plans but he kept those to himself.
	Anyways, he was greeted by his family and family friends as he entered the home; his sister hugged him, his Dad shook his hand, his Mom smiled at him and told him his dinner was ready.
	As he had his dinner his little sis bugged him; that of course, is what little sisters do; it’s their job.  The family friend, Molly Dingus (12yrs) hung in the background.  She was alright, the right size all around for girls of twelve; blond hair in twin pig tails, pleasing budding breasts, and kind of a tight ass.
	Kind of?
	Hank tried not to stare at Molly’s ass, her crotch, or her tits.  Even her pretty in-need-of sun face got him hard.  He didn’t want to think of her nude, in her panties, swimsuit, fingering herself, peeing, or doing anything.  She was cute, friendly, and he just couldn’t…
	Could he?

	After dinner he cleaned up or tried to, his Mom knew when he had finished and left her visiting company to clean up her son’s dinner plate.  Hank kissed his Mom and scurried to the hall bathroom—where he bumped into Molly just exiting where he needed to go.
	She smiled to him and as he slid by her, and her not moving but just ever so slightly—her hand brushed against him.  Against his manhood!  As he shot her a look and entered into the bathroom, she was smiling at him and “glowing.”
	“I know what that is.” she quipped.
	Huh?
	Hank closed the door.  What did she mean by that?  He stood at the toilet unzipping and unfurled his cock.  Surprisingly, it was rock hard.  He blew a butt blast then proceeded to pee.

	His balls needed a washing, his cock needed a vacation.
	He had balled Monica.
	Wow.
	Double wow.
	Double fucking wow!
	And Dabnis the old black janitor had gotten some from her, too!
	Wow.

	After washing his balls (and cock) and exiting the bathroom he was met by his Dad.
	“Son,” he said, “there’s a noise from under the hood my car.  Could you check it out for me?”
	“Sure, Dad.” Hank said.  He made a detour from his room where he wanted to go and vegetate and made for the garage.
	“Oh, Son, you don’t have to go now.” beamed his proud Dad.
	“Might as well.” replied Hank the obedient hard working son.  
	It gave the Old Man even more reason to be proud.

	In the garage, Hank looked over his Dad’s car, starting the engine and listening and determining the cause of his Dad’s concern.  Luckily it was minor; a loose heat shield.  It was an easy fix.  And while he did so he was joined by none other than Molly and his sister, Rachael.
	Hank was tired, it had been a long day—of fucking.  There was a spare freezer refrigerator in the garage and within were some cold drinks.  Hank helped himself and handed off some to the girls, Rachael wasn’t supposed to have any drinks after dinner and close to bedtime due to bedwetting issues.  
	And speaking of bedtime,
	“Rachael!” called the Mother.  Rachael slammed her drink quick and scooted into the house somewhat disgruntled about such an early bedtime.  Molly remained and seemed “up to something.”  Hank was tired, shagged out.  He leaned against the car recalling Molly’s words, “I know what that is.”
	Blinking his eyes and shifting his weight he waited.
	Molly’s eyes eased down from his face to his crotch.  This made Hank uneasy.  Quickly his mind’s eye saw the pre-teen naked—and this only got his cock to pronounce itself even more!
	Molly was feasting on Hank’s organ; licking her lips and salivating.
	‘go outside.’
	Hank shifted his weight and pushed himself off of his Dad’s car and made for the garage door leading out to the backyard.  Molly, of course, followed.  
	‘turn that damn light off!’ an automatic backyard flood light came on with Hank’s presence.  There was a switch to turn it off manually, though.  Molly came up to his side, looked around the yard that was still illuminated by solar lights along the flowerbed edging.  
	“Can I see it?” Molly squeaked out.
	Hank nearly lost his ability to breath, think, concentrate, etc.
	Blinking his eyes, shaking his head NO he was surprised to find himself undoing his pants and pushing down his underwear to free his pulsing prong.
	Molly was on her knees.  There was a “wow” barely audible from her lips as she was mere inches from Hank’s proud prick.  There was some light from the window of the garage, the bathroom of the house, and the kitchen light.  Then, Molly’s hand was on his cock!
	WHOA!
	‘forget that she’s twelve.’ 
	That was hard to do—but he would try.
	Suddenly she was sucking his cock.
	‘forget she’s twelve.  let her suck you dry!’
	Hank’s breath was temporarily halted as his cock was serviced.  Molly wasn’t an expert cocksucker but a she did a fair job.  She smacked her lips mostly, taking the whole of the cock into her mouth, then pulling out to look at it; her hands gripped the slippery organ; she squeezed it and rolled her tongue around the crown of his manhood, then she was sucking down on the shaft to further blow its owner’s mind.
	She sucked and sucked until Hank’s toes clenched and the “feeling” of orgasmic bliss was soon to be spewing.  The feeling was just incredible, the release was even more so and would not be denied.  With one hand on his hip and the other on the girl’s head he power fucked her mouth until a blast of goo spewed into her gullet.
	Molly choked, gagged, and retched but swallowed (like she had a choice).  The spew squirted coating her tonsils and filled her mouth to capacity.  Most of that second cum wash was spat out.  Hank humped the girl’s face, squirting his remaining jiz into her hair, ears, eyes, everywhere.
	With at that task complete, and Hank even more worn out than ever, Hank proceeded to simply zip up and go to his room and bed.
	‘hold on, speedy…’ 

	Molly pulled off her top.
	Down came her short britches and panties.
	She walked nakedly to the old washer that was destined for curbside heavy item pick-up later on in the week.  She hoisted herself up onto the machine, planted her feet on the edge, opened her legs—and invited Hank to “eat at the Y.”
	Hank licked his lips and found himself on his knees before the naughty girl.  His cock surged as his nose took in the girl’s sex scent.  His tongue lapped the girl’s cunt with his fingers fingering her—with one slipping into her adjacent alternate hole of glory and brought the girl to a delicious bout of joy.
	‘are you a virgin?’ the question stabbed into Molly’s mind.
	Images of a boy about her age, another boy a little younger, then a girl about her age.  The boys were in a woodsy setting, camping perhaps.  They were in water and something was said to the effect, “you cant fuck in water.”  Who said it exactly Dom the Intruding Entity wasn’t sure, but he thought it was Molly.
	Molly was wrong.
	You CAN fuck in water!
	The girl image was set in a room, a bedroom.  The other girl was nude and so was apparently, Molly.  The other girl had a candle was jamming it into Molly’s cunt!
	So she wasn’t a virgin, but lacked in sufficient experience to take Hank’s handy hankman on.  But Hank was willing to go for it, though; never minding the consequences.  Be damned the consequences!  To fuck was the only thing; to fuck and cum.  Getting caught at was second. 
	‘Nothing matters much when you’re young,’ he had concluded in a personal journey (blog) on a computer diary, ‘finding something you care about is all that there is.  Pussy is what matters.  Getting laid, laying some bitch who needs it as much as you do.  There’s no escape, why bother?  Fucking, humping, schlepping, whatever you call it—fucking is all I want to do.  Take that away and there’s nothing left.’
	The washer was just the right for Hank to make penetration.  He had slobbered enough all over the girl’s cunt and that was enough.  Standing up he guided his Mister into Molly’s poon.  She hadn’t been fucked enough, her pussy was still very tight.  But that was ok with Hank, breaking virgins in was another philosophy of his he liked ‘breaking a virgin in is cool; it means she’s clean, snug, and pure pleasure.  Busting a cherry means you the man!  No one can bust that flower!’ 

	Molly thrashed some as she was pierced.  It was almost a little more than she anticipated but wanted.  
	‘put your legs around him.’
	Molly put her legs around her teen studdly lover and clung on for the duration.  Hank slid all of his Mister into her, the feeling was mind blowing; intently he humped feeling multiple times an orgasm surging thru his cock causing his asshole to tighten and his toes to curl.
	Sweat dripped and dripped off of his face, he felt a sudden urge to pee!  The humping was beginning to get noisy as Molly was scooted on the washer causing the lid to crinkle and make odd noises as if it were running in spin cycle and was off balance.
	But Hank maintained a steady fuck just the same.
	Molly scooted back, though, causing Hank’s cock to slip out and shoot it’s load all over the girl’s cunt.  He quickly re-stuffed the poon and continued screwing until he was spent.  Which didn’t take long.  His passion, though, was high and he took to Molly’s budding blossoms and suckled them, squeezing them while his cock continued squirting until the last drop.

*

	Laying on his bed he sought sleep—but was denied.  His balls ached and then there was his cock.  To say it had been overworked would be an understatement.  It was beyond the scope of “being on fire” or simply aching.  But laying nakedly on his bed with the floor fan gently kissing his body, Hank Pennington felt a tad bit better.
	He had screwed Holly.  In her mouth, in her cunt; drenched her face with his jiz, sucked her titties, spanked her ass with his cock—on and on it went (and if his cock had had a tad bit more life to it he would have stuffed her willing asshole.)
	Monica.
	Cayleen.
	What a day!
	He was still mystified at the screwing of Monica—that had been whacked!  He worried slightly about repercussions, though.  How would she feel afterwards?  (other than the hangover)  She had seemed willing (and unaware that she had been boned by Dabnis!)
	Hank sighed, farted, and closed his eyes to sleep.
	That lasted about half a minute…

	Just as his eyes were closing and body relaxing,
	PECK!  PECK!  PECK!
	A distraction he couldn’t figure got to him.
	‘What the hell?’
	Sitting up he looked around, he wasn’t really sleepy—too pent up to sleep.  It took a moment, and several more “pecks” before his attention was directed to his bedroom window.
	Slinking in the bushes was Nora Tumwar, next door neighbor child.
	“What the fuck?” Hank blurted.
	Nora, ten yrs., stood, giggled and leaned up so as to whisper,
	“I saw what you did!”
	Oh brother!

	In the absolute dead of night by the bushes by the back fence, Hank once more “got some.”  Nora Tumwar was a sneak, she had seen everything Hank and Molly had done.  She knew that Molly was “underage” and not Hank’s age.  She, Nora, had wanted to “come in” to Hank’s room, but that was out.  So Hank semi reluctantly crawled out his bedroom window and made way across the backyard to the back fence where there was a miniscule amount of security.
	Dead of night and little Nora should be in bed but instead she was stripping off her clothes and prepping herself for getting laid.  There was no light so “seeing” the girl’s nudity was minimal.  But that was ok, Hank could “feel”.  As his fingers fingered the girl’s poon; his cock throbbed to life; it moaned and groaned some but was one never to turn down pussy.
	Nora moaned and moved her little body about; her pussy was already moist—very moist.  She was a cute little girl; Hank basically tried not to see her in a sexual way—she had a sweet little body; cute features, pretty little eyes, and a nice little butt.  It was dark while he fingered her but in his mind he saw her plainly.  
	Hank was already nude.  His cock dramatically hard.  It tingled and was really not particular into screwing a hole ONE MORE TIME but the time had come and Hank positioned himself above the girl, sliding his prick into the girl’s cunt.
	She was not a virgin.
	There was a neighbor boy she was “getting some” from, an older teen cousin, and another boy from another neighborhood who was a couple years older.  Just once with each of them—so Hank’s intrusion was still “tight” and cock pleasing to him.  Nora was pleased, too.  As Hank’s cock slid into her sex she was ignited.

	Hank felt as if though he was indeed screwing a virgin.  It was good.  Real good.  He seldom had the chance to sink his bone into a virgin, one hole or the other, or the other one.  He made slow but deliberate penetration and then slow but deliberate pumping.
	Nora wriggled like a snake, wrapping her legs about him, flailing all about in almost like an agonizing death throw.  Her young pussy clenched, her mouth opened oddly and her hands clung to his backside clinging for dear life.
	Hank tried to prolong the fuck, he strained and gyrated but the tide flow of orgasmic surging had begun.  And once started there was no stopping.  Little Nora groaned and clung her little nude body to him all the tighter—which worked well for Hank who found the melding of their bodies a little easier—easier to fuck and subsequently enjoy the fuck while fucking hard and …
	The orgasm came.  And came.  And then came some more!  There seemed to be a lot of it—or at least there was the “feeling” of such.  Hank rose up from his latest score, continued to pump for another minute; his cock slipped out and he smacked it against her well fucked cunt.  Nora fingered herself with one hand, pinched her nipples with the other.
	Hank languished with the girl, he gave no thought to the fact that he had just screwed a ten year old—his thoughts were, ‘she’s got two more holes I can fill!’
	Those holes would have to wait, Hank absolutely was worn out and could no longer function without sleep.  He helped Nora back to her home, she let him have her panties and conveyed to him that she would like to do that (fuck) again.
	Hank was cool with that!
	Nora slipped thru the slat in the fence separating their property; Hank hadn’t been aware of that loose board and wondered if he should bang a nail in it—or continue banging Nora?
	‘Nora.’ the Voice in his head said.
	Who was Hank to argue with the Voice in his head?
	He crawled thru his bedroom window again and flopped onto his bed.

	Dom rested, too.  He had an itch to check on the Micchon family, but Hank had potential.  Dom’s thoughts rested on inhabiting someone like Hank.  Either that or finding someone who had some sense about them and help him return to being human.  Scientist Larson had been close, but he was too much of a “dreamer.”

	6AM came WAAAAAY too soon and WAAAAAAY too early.  Dom felt himself yawning and felt as tired as shagged out Hank did.  The boy smacked his electric alarm clock and lay still naked with his arm over his eyes.  Dom felt himself drifting off to sleep, he didn’t know how he was positioned or even where—just that he was in Hank’s room and could see the nude teen well enough.
	The clock signaled that ten minutes had passed.  ‘get your ass up!’
	Hank stretched, rolled over, farted, and hit the clock’s snoozer again.
	Dom stretched, didn’t fart, and drifted back to sleep.
	6:30 came and Hank roused himself.  He had to pee.
	Sitting up the boy stretched, farted some more and stretched some more before yawning big—then flopping back onto his bed width wise.  Dom didn’t care, he was still in rest mode himself.
	Dom was just closing his “eyes” when the bedroom door opened.  Just slightly, very slightly.  Dom wasn’t sure who was there but saw hair and other details to give him the insight that it was Hank’s Mom, Alice.  Hmmm
	She said nothing but peeked into her teen son’s room letting her eyes rest on his nakedness.  HMMMMM!  She remained “staring” for a couple minutes or so, Dom saw her FINGERING herself!  She DID!  The bitch was horny!  For her son!
	She did back away, closing the door and fleeing to her own room down the hall.  Hank slept on until…
	7AM came, though and it was time to get up and get going.  He dashed nakedly to the bathroom right across from his bedroom.  He jumped into the shower and relieved himself therein.  Dom did note that boy had sexual appeal; as the boy washed himself Dom entered into the shower cubicle.  
	Hank stilled himself while Dom almost became a part of him.  All over the boy’s nakedness did Dom help himself, fondling and feeling the boy’s body.  The hot water and steam interrupted further attempts, too distracting.  Stepping out/floating out of the shower Dom allowed Hank to continue with his bathing.
	When he was finished, though, Dom returned to enjoying the boy; fondling him all over—pressing his entity body against the naughty-ever so naughty teen.  Without the steamy interruption Dom could enjoy himself; he felt more and more human as he played with Hank; down to Hank’s erection Dom went, taking it seemingly into his mouth, fondling the balls, caressing the boy’s ass.
	He smelled good and Dom was getting “aroused.”

	‘turn around.’
	Though it wasn’t quite possible, Dom “felt” as if though it were happening; he nuzzled his face into Hank’s ass, licking his freshly cleaned rim before aggressively applying tongue and then fingers.  A minute of this got Dom very in the mood and he “stood”, had Hank spread his legs more and then his cheeks.  Dom had done such a deed before so he imagined himself being his human self and aptly made anal penetration into Hank’s ass.
	He felt it, Dom did, and Hank did so too in a strange euphoric way.  Dom felt his humanistic “hands” holding onto Hank’s hips with his cock slamming into Hank’s hole.  He felt it!  He did!  He felt his balls slapping as his cock reamed the naughty teen’s ass.  And it felt good, too.
	It was a very strange experience to Dom—not too mention Hank!

	After the showering episode it was clean up time, dressing, and a bit of breakfast before dashing off to school.  Dom considered ditching Hank and perusing the rest of the neighborhood but at the last minute he joined Hank in his scholarly pursuits.

	Educational pursuits were on thing—Hank had other pursuits, too.  Dom was pleased.  Hank had a brain as well as a body; he understood math, advanced math, and complicated math didn’t foul him, either.  English, History, Sciences, all failed to trip him up.  P.E. and sports was were he sailed to lofty heights, though; he was an All-Star, top of his form in all sports programs and well liked by all.	
	Liked—not loved.
	Hank had likes and loves.
	He LIKED History (Roman and Ancient Histories of other countries along with Early American Development.)
	He LOVED teenage girls.  All of them.  The list was astounding just from his own school—but expanded to other schools he visited while participating in a sports program or just visiting or supporting his teammates.
	Lauranne Boughman was one such.  She was sixteen, long super lovely brown hair, kind of slouching posture, nice tits and ass.  And she was most always coupled with her best friend, Aliesha Reems.  Both girls were “Christians” with Lauranne’s daddy a minister.  Hank, though, had heard Lauranne cuss.  He, too, had seen the girl in the company of a boy, then another boy, and then yet another boy!  There was kissing and shoulder-to-shoulder rubbing followed by sneaking off into the darkness…

	Hank found Lauranne (with Aliesha) in “C” Annex, a elongated building from “C” building.  “C” Annex housed the Art Classes and Economics Classes.  Wall lockers were along the wall (where else would a “WALL LOCKER” be?)  Lauranne’s personal locker was at a corner as the annex building was in a “L” shape with the short end butted up against the ball playing field.  Doors of the annex were at both ends.  
	Hank, by chance, had a locker situated close by to Lauranne’s, at an angle actually.  It was just after 8AM, classes began at ten minutes to 9AM.  He had time.  He was sweating and his cock groaned “NOT AGAIN!”  but Hank wanted Lauranne.  They knew one another, so-so.  He saw her rooting for him during games—well, she could have been rooting for the other team members but it seemed like she was encouraging him.
	And the fact that her best friend was with her made it a double bonus!
	Scoring with one chick and such usually was precipitated by his charm; his smile, eyes, and hair all got him to First Base with most girls.  His continuing charm, dashing good looks, friendly manner usually got him Second Base.  Third Base came with taking the girl out, treating her nice, paying for everything, and not trying to “steal” Third Base, or second for that matter.
	Home Plate usually came when the date was completed—either parked in the girl’s drive, at the curb of the girl’s home, in the alley of the girl’s home, at the park, behind the school, or drive-in theatre.  He carried condoms and had a special technique of applying the condom without being clumsy about it.  ‘Pussy is a way of life; nothing else matters but to get laid.   
 	‘finding something you care about is all that there is.  Pussy is what matters.  There’s no escape, why bother?  You spend all day with pussy everywhere; you go home and go to sleep and its still there, right in your face!  Hand humping doesn’t cut it!  A cock fits in a cunt, not your hand!  Fucking, humping, schlepping, whatever you call it—fucking is all I want to do.  Take that away and there’s nothing left.’
	Interesting philosophy…
	The Targets were friendly and smiled at him and began chatting, but it “chatting” was something Hank didn’t want to get into—he wanted to get INTO something else…
	‘up against the wall.’ Hank heard the words but they weren’t clear and seemed muffled, like an echo almost.  Lauranne pressed her backside up against the wall of the short end of the hall that emptied out to a small hill; on the hill were various gym equipment all designed to wreck a guy’s balls, his ass, or chin.  

	Lauranne wore nice clothes, she had a great rack—for her age her twin delights were a bit more than most girls her age.  Her best friend Aliesha had titties ‘bout the size of twelve year old.  
	‘alright, mate, she’s sedated.’ Hank heard the words but still took a minute to look the girl over—he had never been so close to her and wanted to precious time to do so.
	‘tick tock tick tock…’ the Inner Voice was impatient.  Hank squeezed the girl’s titties, ran his hands up under her green shirt feeling her delicate skin.  His passion eased into horny mode and be damned the time consuming “I want to get to know you” shit, he undone her pants and pushed them down.  On his knees he stared half a moment to the girl’s turquoise panties.  No “camel toe” but she had a nice-nice meaty cunt.
	Down came the undies and Hank (and Dom) were greeted with a nice aroma of fresh clean poon.  She trimmed her snatch but there was a bit of fuzzy pubes right at the entrance to her love.  There, too, was evidence of sexual activity.  Hank nuzzled the girl’s quim, licking and getting into the “groove.”  His hands clutched the girl’s soft ass and it was a phenomenal experience.
	Soon, though, time WAS of the essence and he stood, unfurled Hank Jr. and began rubbing the engorged head against Luranne’s cunt.  She was a tad bit small in size than he and he had to squat down some—the whole affair was a little awkward.
	‘take her pants and panties off.’
	It was a big risk and required Dom to check both hallways for possible intruders.  So far, so good—none were present.  Hank worked Lauranne’s pants and panties off and took another precious moment to look the girl over.  
	It was a nice body.  Not so much different than OTHER bodies of girls he had been with or seen (recently.)  It was a girl’s body and basically all girls had the same parts—it was just that some of those parts were more cock pleasing than others!
	Hank’s cock was pleased with Lauranne’s parts, very pleased.
	Being fit help with the next bit, keeping the girl’s shoulders/backside up against the lime green/two-tone wall while holding her up with her legs about his waist.  But once done, his cock slipped into her hot cunt and the fucking begun.
	Concentrating hard and Dom could feel the sex act himself.  He felt as if though he were a part of Hank, like he had been with others.  It was a good feeling (and a good fuck).  Hank humped but there were some problems…

	Noisy students alerted Dom to the fact that they were no longer alone.
	Hank couldn’t cum.
	He tried and tried—but just couldn’t “get off.”  But the trying was ok and felt just as good—there just was no ending climax.  He gave his all, though, kissed on the girl and kept his cock buried in her for almost three minutes.  There was something of an orgasm, almost as pleasing as the actually thing (but not quite.)
	Dom took care of the pesky intruders, a mixed bunch of girls and guys.  He sent them away and returned to Hank and his pursuit of happiness.

Pursuit of happiness 
-or- (extra curricular activities; the next generation)
	His focus was no longer on the Magna Carte or the Roman Siege Machine; but more on Tiffany Zimmerman’s tight ass, Veronica Zane’s bouncing boobs, and Tara Lithgow’s sweet smile he imagined his jiz coating sometime in the near future.
	And of course, all the other girls he knew (and saw.)
	Sally Anne Callagry was a girl he knew, she was way cute, reddish brown hair, dimples, sweet smile and a definite sweet ass.  Definite.  She was fifteen but smart enough to be in his junior English class.  She read poetry, mostly her own, but was able to recite American Lit pieces and Hank had a serious throb for her.  Often did he imagine her naked, sitting on his face, on his cock…
	In the day and age of EMADs, though, girls seldom traveled anywhere alone.  So was the case with Sally.  
	‘don’t worry,’ said the Voice, ‘we can make it happen.’
	And at the class break…
	Sally walked with her friends to the quad area to take their allotted ten minute break before next class.  The group of girls she was with weren’t bad, either; Donna Gnash, Sara Humpers, Tia Juarez, and Fratima Bullins.  All the same age as Sally, all cute as buttons (with tight asses.)  Dom had Hank go about the campus during his morning break, getting the lay of the land so to speak.  It was a big campus, lots of school buildings and support buildings.  Security, too.
	But Dom saw potential areas where extra curricular activities could take place.  By noon, lunch time/period Dom was working his marvelous mental abilities via EMAD infusion to (mis)guide the afore mentioned girls to a special place on the school campus. 

	Hank was elated—he didn’t care how it was happening but only that it was and was willing to go with it.  Of course, his Inner Voice guided him all the while.  Sally Anne, Donna, Sara, Tia, and Fratima.  Gonna be a good fucking day!  (heavy on the fucking…)
	Dom wondered something, a stray thought.  If, when, he became human again would lose his EMAD powers?  On second thought, he didn’t care.  He wanted to be human and forget EMADs.
	Behind the handball courts was a section of “dead.”  There was the basketball courts off at an angle, weightroom and a store room at another angle.  The track and football field were up a small inclined hill directly behind the handball/basketball area.  There was nothing between the handball and upper field but space.  Space inundated with shrubs.  It was a haven for horny high schoolers to go and make-out during class, after class, before class, with no class.
	It was unoccupied and the gang slipped inside the dead zone easily and let the games begin!

	Sally Anne.  Such a sweet girl, dimples, blazing twinkling eyes, so happy and friendly—and on inspection (close inspection) it was revealed that she was not NOT a virgin!  
	She wasn’t a slut, either.  Dom didn’t pry into her mind, no particular reason—he was busy mind holding the girls so he was a little stretched.  Hank slid down Sally’s pants, then her panties.  It was a nice looking poon; he took it all in—it was a little musty smelling, her reddish pubes were pressed, her pussy had slight evidence of an occasional doinking.
	Precious time was taken to lick the girl’s cunt, this after laying her down and pushing her clothes to her ankles.  It was a dream cum true.  Two minutes was spent admiring the girl’s quim; this included licking, fingering, lapping the lips inner and outer, delving the fingers and tongue into the very meat of the girl’s cunt and then briefly into the entrance.
	With that done, Hank got down to business.
	She was not a virgin, but seriously not a slut.  Hank’s pud slid nicely into her and it was a snug fit.  Raising her shirt up then flipping her bra cups up he feasted on her delightful young teenage breasts, too.  He strove to cum in two minutes or less—giving time to get to the other bitches in waiting.  Sally was good, young, small, and had a snug cunt.  But cumming in under two minutes wasn’t going to happen, Hank’s schlong was humped out and needed three minutes.  

	Laying on the girl he pressed his bod against hers, pressing his hips against hers then thusly driving just his cock into her sex; it provided for better feelings and the ultimate release was “just around the corner.”
	Sally moaned some and flailed about—she was zombiefied but not dead!  Hank humped and humped, the feelings of sex enveloped him all over and Dom saw a stray thought in his mind—an image.  
	His Mom!
	Oh!
	The flow of cum began and there was no stopping it.  Hank rose his body up and began slamming his cock into the teen girl’s cunt as the passion of the love fest increased in tempo.  It was a feeling that Hank strove for the most, the initial cunt busting was ok, the ride in between; but it was the finale that was the most important and all that mattered.
	The “release” came mere seconds into three minutes.
	The release lasted half a minute.
	He had to rest, love on the near nude Sally, cup her breasts (and suck on the them), squirt his love cream all over her pussy, and run his hands all over her body.
	Of course there was her ass and though there was precious time slipping away, he turned the girl over and caressed that wondrous ass, parting the cheeks and ogling her dirt chute.  He couldn’t tell if she were an anal virgin.  He slipped a finger into her hole and wriggled it around but that still gave him no clue if she had taken cock there or not.  Hank’s cock was in no shape to invade her there; he slapped her ass with his cock and made a mental note that he WOULD at some time stuff himself into her ass.
	Donna Gnash had a nice gash—it, too, like Sally’s, was not virginal.  But unlike Sally, Donna’s gash had been pounded a little more often.  But it was still a snug fit and Hank enjoyed himself—his cock wavered between “OH YEAH” and “OH NO!”  And like with Sally, Hank pushed up the girl’s blouse and flipped up her bra cups to free her breasts.  They were a little bigger in size than Sally’s; Hank sucked on them, ran his hands along Donna’s sides, cupping her ass and driving his bone rapidly into her sex striving for the ultimate release.
	But three minutes came—and went.  There was no release.  His cock remained stiff and the tingling sensation was Fucking-A fantastic! The explosive release he so sought was right there—right there at the brink but just was unable to cross over and flood the girl’s inner cunt with his love juice.

	‘time to back out.’
	Hank didn’t want to but complied.  He pulled out and spanked his monkey against Donna’s quim.  Dom saw within the boy the potential to be dangerous.  To be rough, violent, and dangerous.  
	It subsided, though, just like the afterward of a good fuck.
	But Hank was still pent up, he had cum—in Sally, but failed to do so in Donna.  He loved on the girl, sucking her titties, her face, and then down between her legs never minding that his cock had just been there.  He licked and sucked, nipped the lips and shoved a finger into her asshole.
	Dom once more saw images in his Host’s mind; the violent part where he was taking some girl about Sally’s age off into some woods; tying her up to a log, ripping her clothes off, spanking her with his hand then a stick, then his cock.
	The image faded thereafter.
	It was a dream, a fantasy, a desire.
	The boy had potential!

	Tia Juarez was Mexican-American.  She was silky soft, hair and skin.  Hank liked her smile, she was a little on the short side, fifteen years young, and had a very pleasing body overall.  
	‘get her naked.’
	That was time consuming but Hank was willing—mostly to allow his aching cock to get revitalized.  Time was getting away but Hank pulled off the girl’s simple white top, her bra, then pants.
	There were no panties.
	No panties!
	Neat!
	That discovery alone but life back into Hank’s shagged out schlong.
	The lovely very tan Mexican-American girl lay out on her clothes, legs open, revealing to Hank that she, too, was not a virgin.  He licked on her cunt for a moment or so; fingered her non-virgin cunt and plunged a finger into her pooper, too.
	It was good enough for his cock; “LET ME IN THERE!” his cock screamed.  Cum streams were spilling from the piss slit, Hank somewhat clumsily and hastily stuffed Tia’s delightful cunt with his throbbing aching bone.  She wasn’t a Loose Lucy and Hanky humped seriously for two minutes before an explosion occurred.
	The release of his jiz was out of this world.
	And it totally zapped all of his energy.

	It was soooooo good!  He felt his cock going off, jutting wad after wad of stowed sperm.  The sensation curled his toes and made the hairs on the back of his head tingle.  He tingled, as a fact, all over.  It was truly amazing.
	Smothering the girl was not good but Hank barely had the energy to do anything else.  He moved just off to the side of Tia and lay heaving, sweating, cumming.  His cock was in serous overload of extenuating sexual agony.
	Five minutes elapsed before poor Hank could move.  He was still enamored with Tia, she was stark naked and he began fingering her fresh fucked cunt, caressing her breasts and considering a rear entry attempt.
	‘you got two more to bust,’ said the Voice, ‘you can always butt plunge these girls later.’
	Hank agreed and stripped off the clothes of the next girl, Sara Humpers.  She was lily white, blond, a little taller than most fifteen year old girls, very slender, and finally, at last—virginal!
	Pink panties, full brief style.  Her bush was trimmed and her skin super soft.  Hank had no choice but to lick and nuzzle the cunt, taking his time once more.  But nuzzling pussy was something he enjoyed anyhow.  He loved fucking, no doubt there, but taking in a girl’s pussy, licking it, fingering it, admiring also was enjoyable.
	Sara had a nice cunt.  ALL girls had a “nice cunt.” Hank admired Sara’s, licked and lapped it and delighted in the fact that it was virginal.  His cock didn’t share this news with great enthusiasm, though—and there was one more girl to go!
	He licked for several minutes, laid alongside the girl and seriously fingered her cunt.  His cock barely got stiff.  Sara moaned and her pussy became nicely lubricated—but Hank’s pud was in no mood to make penetration—‘specially into a virgin!
	Five minutes of loving, fingering, tweaking the nipples of her lovely breasts, then with her rolled over he spent a couple minutes spanking her.  Thereafter he spent the remaining time redressing the girls (and he delighted in that, too!)
	The girls were taken back to where they last were and “released.”  Hank high tailed it to the gym and to the shower where he spent fifteen minutes in a cold wash.

*

	Getting into a little basketball helped out—replacing his lust with thrust—a different thrust.  He paled with his mates and sunk basket after basket.  It was a good and worthy workout complimented by a nice hot shower.  Dom saw no thoughts of the naughty kind when his Host was palling around with nude team mates.  There was a fair amount of joshing one another but no one seemed to be directing their joshing to anyone’s private parts.
	Dom let it be.  Hank was the last one shower but not the last one in the gym.  Dressing at a locker three lockers from Hank’s was a freshman boy of whom Dom saw with some interest.  While Hank continued his shower eating into his next class time, the lone freshman masturbated.
	The boy had a somewhat scrawny body, was tall and lanky, thick dirty blond hair, and a bit more than 6-inches of tube steak.  Furiously he humped his hand while standing at his wall locker, naked.  The door of the locker was opened so as no one passing by the cross aisle could see his handiwork.  He rubbed his ass as he wanked, squeezed his balls and strove hard to “get off.”
	‘virgin?’
	The boy looked around in a near panic, “Huh?”
	Dom worked his minding magic to soothe the boy and let it be known to him that he was not alone.  The boy, Shane Lamburt (15) accepted his Inner Voice and answered the question.
	‘Yes.’
	‘brothers, sisters?’
	One sister at seven years, one sister at eighteen years, she was in college already, too.  Shane had	 no sexual improprieties with his siblings, or with anyone else.  But that wasn’t to say that there were desires.  Not so much with his little sis, but with Amelia, oh yeah—a whole lot of desire was there.  He had seen her naked, in her undies, and was aware of her fingering herself but had never caught her at it.
	She was a good girl—er, sister in that she got along with her sibs and with Shane.  They had adventures beyond their home, camping and hiking, crossing a river that they shouldn’t have crossed ‘cause it was wide, deep, and they could have drowned.  But their was acute modesty and respect and so their nakedness was kept to themselves.
	There were several girls in Shane’s mind he wanted to see naked.  He was not clueless about sex and sex relations, but he had never had sex (or sex relations.)
	Ah, that was not exactly true.
	Dom saw the boy “bent over” taking it in the ass.
	More than once, too.
	One image was from a man.
	Another was from a boy about twelve or so—Shane was the same age.
	Another was from another man.
	The first man was a priest—naturally!
	The boy was a cousin, they were experimenting sexually.
	The third was Thomas Gains—8th Grade Math instructor.
	When Shane was nigh but ten he was an altar boy in his church.  That says it all right there.  A particular (or peculiar) priest took him to teach him the proper manner of dress—or undress.  In a private room young Shane had to strip off ALL of his clothes.  The priest then fondled Shane’s balls, then his cock.  Shane had been molested earlier on than that period, too—a family friend some years earlier.  And he had been with girls!
	It was somewhat fuzzy for Dom to see but the girls were no more than seven, completely nude, and running amok inside what appeared to be a small apartment.  A man sat on a sofa, naked, with a tremendous hard-on.  Every once in awhile he would snag one of the running amok children and play with that child—usually it was setting the child up on his lap and gouging his tremendous hard-on against the child’s ass with many attempts at penetration.
	The sexual contact with the cousin was willing.  There was no “sucking”, just butt fucking, flopping cock to the other’s cock and balls, ass grabbing and good ole fashion butt humping.
	But according to Shane, that wasn’t sex.  Sex was with a girl.
	Dom let Hank go and decided to help out Shane.  Seemed like the thing to do doncha think?

	Amanda Covington was high on Shane’s “The Girl I Most Wanna Screw” list.  There were others, of course, but Amanda C was tops.  And there was a reason—she was damn cute.  Blond hair that was seriously styled in curls, gently kissed her face and covered her forehead.  A bright sunny smile, always in a good mood—even on those days of the month when her hormones dictated otherwise.  She was friendly, even acknowledging Shane’s existence on Earth!
	She wore good clothes and Shane sometimes got a whiff of her—perfume that seemed to be of the “rose” type.  She was incredibly cute and had a fantastic ass!  Her crotch wasn’t bad, either.  And clad in red gym shorts for PE she drove many a teen boy to the privacy of a bathroom stall…

	Whether or not she had a boyfriend Shane didn’t know.  He didn’t care, either.  She had many girlfriends and many of them, too, Shane wouldn’t mind scoring with.  He knew, though, that he didn’t really stand a chance—he was tall, lanky, and dorky looking.
	Dom disagreed; Shane WAS tall, he WAS lanky, but not dorky looking.  He had some charm to him, good looking eyes, straight white teeth, and wasn’t clumsy.  He wasn’t as dashing as Hank Pennington but…
	As it happened, the day of schooling was done and Shane found Amanda standing at in front of their school, waiting for her ride.  She was in the company of Jennifer Mu and Tanya Byler.  Tanya was a black girl, while Jennifer was Korean.  The girls were equipped with the latest EMAD detectors, they carried pepper spray, whistles, and loud ear piercing alarms.
	None of those, of course, worked against the forces of a determined Entity.  Each girl had a great ass, good posture, soft supple alluring skin.  Each girl was different, smelled different, talked different, and would feel different to Shane’s aching cock.
	There wasn’t much time, not at all.
	‘follow them.’ The Inner Voice said to his new Host; the three girls moved up the slanted sidewalk to the first elongated building that house the A/V room, radio station, library, and beginning English classes.  The A/V room was locked but the library was not.  Some students were present in the library doing some project.  They were at the very far end at a large round conference table.  Dom directed the girls, and Shane into the library office.  It was not locked as the librarian was still there.  She was a LARGE woman doing some work on a computer.
	Dom directed her to stop work and go into the conference room across the hall—‘and go to sleep.’  Conference Room 1 was dark, cool, secure.  There were windows in the rear of the building/room that opened to a space between the building and the next.  The windows were heavily tinted and no one could see in.
	Conference Room 2 was the same as Conference Room 1.  Dom directed the girls and Shane to the second room.  It was very secure, cool, dark, and fitting for the carrying on of shenanigans and mischievous nasty business.
	Amanda was first.  She had to be.
	‘take off your clothes.’
	Shane was first.  He stripped off all his clothes and stood with a raging hard-on barely aware of the security risk.  Normally he would not be so bold but he complied with his Inner Voice’s wishes.

	And continuing to follow his Inner Voice he undressed Amanda, too.
	Getting her shoes off was one thing, taking off her blouse was one thing, sliding down her jeans was something else.  His cock surged and pre-cum squirted out the piss slit.  His mind began to overload, he had to pause to check the girl clad in her panties and bra.
	Words were on his lips but were unable to be uttered.
	Jennifer and Tanya stood by still, lifeless.  Amanda lay on a long conference table with her legs open as Shane took a minute to look her over.  
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” he muttered at last.  He stroked his cock, squeezed his balls, and gave no thoughts whatsoever as to how it was all happening—only that it was.
	Slowly—slowly he pulled Amanda’s panties down, then off.  He sniffed the crotch (on his own) causing more pre-cum to squirt from his piss slit.  And speaking of piss slits, Shane went down on Amanda’s; licking, slurping, being noisy and greedy.  He had seen both his sisters and wondered just what it would actually be like to lick them—let alone touch.
	He was going insane; Amanda had a hint of distaste—urine?  He licked and licked and couldn’t hold off no longer and crawled onto the girl, guiding his cock into her virgin cunt.
	Virgin.
	Oh that was so delicious!
	Dom peeked into the girl’s mind finding that she did masturbate but had not engaged in any sexual relations whatsoever.  She had been camping and at summer camp and saw/witnessed boys in the woods masturbating and even screwing girls, but she herself deemed herself not ready for sexual intercourse or even fooling around.
	Shane’s pud made full vaginal penetration and he thought he would explode.  He had no idea that sex could be so great!  Hand humping was one thing, butt fucking his cousin was one thing, but shoving his meat stick into a girl’s cunt--it was way out of this world!
	Busting a virgin was something—really something!  Shane didn’t know much about “virgins”; the consequences of spilling his seed into the girl, or even anal plunging.  He only knew that the feeling his cock got from sex was something he wanted to experience over and over.  It was like a drug, the popular ones that gave such an ecstasy that the experience had to be repeated multiple times.
	Shane slowed his pace a bit to concentrate on Amanda’s face.  He saw his cum dripping on her face; but he had that thought about most girls he met, including his sisters!

	The natural rhythm of intercourse resumed, almost methodical but mostly instinctive.  There was sensations he had never before experienced and all that made was to fuck until completion.
	Meanwhile,
	‘take your pants down.’
	Korean girl Jennifer Mu undone her turquoise jeans and pushed them to her knees.  She had light blue panties on, bikini style, with tiny stars all over them.  She had a nice crotch, long silky dark hair, and pleasing titties.
	‘virgin?’
	“No.” she answered aloud.
	Shane didn’t hear, his concentration was solely on screwing Amanda, kissing on her, being on her, in her, everything.  Nothing else mattered.
	Dom pried finding the girl not so long ago naked with a young boy.  The boy was with red hair, a sweet round face and all over about eight years old.  He was naked, too.  They were on a bed in what could be the boy’s bedroom and he was on top of her.  They were fucking.
	Dom had other questions but suddenly felt a wave of nausea sweep over him.  He didn’t know why or what caused it.  He wasn’t particularly alarmed per se, but was aware.
	Shane was pumping hard.  Amanda’s broken cherry juice had significantly coated his cock and balls—Shane unaware of that fact, even that a girl bled after being violated.  
	The black girl was next to slid her pants down.  She had on orange panties with dark splotches.  Nice.  
	‘take your panties down.’
	Tanya slid her orange undies down revealing the fact that she had a shaven quim and was not a virgin.  Peeking into her mind Dom saw her getting dicked by not one, not two, not even three but FOUR boys.  All different ages, and not a white boy in the bunch.  All four were her brothers and all four took turns boning her. 
	She sucked cock and took it in the ass, too.
	But not often.  The boys wore condoms—‘cept when she was “going down on them” or taking it in the ass.  The youngest brother to tag her was merely nine years young.  The oldest was seventeen.
	Did she give it up to any white boy, or other?
	An American-Indian boy she knew from another school and a Japanese boy who was a neighbor but went to a private school.  She was a slut!
	Oh well, that would just make it easier for Shane…

	Shane wasn’t pleased with the blood.  It was gross and there was slight fear that something was wrong.  
	‘it’s normal, dumb ass.’ said the Inner Voice, but convincing the Host of that fact took a little more doing.
	‘you just broke a girl’s cherry, and you’ve got her cherry juice all over you.’ and her.
	Using Amanda’s panties she was cleaned up, using his own underwear Shane was cleaned up.  The boy was still enamored with Amanda, though, but stared at Jennifer and Tanya.  They weren’t bad, either.
	Gently scooting Amanda up the table and replacing her with the Jennifer eased Shane’s fears.  He undressed Jennifer and took time licking her snatch box, fingering it, fingering her poop chute, then sucking on her titties before sliding in his cherry popper.
	Not only was Shane’s cock in overload, so was his mind.  The sexual explosions from his plunging cock transferred to his mind causing him to experience incredible bouts of unknown pleasures.  He pumped and pumped, gyrated and carried on with great enthusiasm.  It was a never ending pursuit to ultimate intimacy (or orgasm, whichever came first.)
	Dom felt some of Shane’s delight and with that, he moved to lay on Amanda, enveloping her with his unseen form.  Concentrating hard he saw his “cock” making entry into the girl’s freshly broken cunt.  He began to pump, he soothed her mind and made her unaware of her broken snatch.  He also was instrumental in implanting notions of being sexually horny for Shane.
	By the time Dom got his, Shane got his, too.
	There was a pause while Dom continued to enjoy his lovemaking, Shane took the opportunity to slightly lightly doze while his cock softened and leaked gobs and gobs of love juice.
	Time was getting on, though, and before campus police and assorted local constabulary busted in on them, it was time to “take” Tanya.  Shane was up to it, his cock had not significantly softened—it was empty of cum production but that was ok.  He licked out Tanya’s dark recess, found it particularly musty with the slight hint of pee.  He licked, fingered, and found a new enjoyment in doing so.  Dom, meanwhile, positioned himself onto Jennifer…

	With the shagging of all three girls complete, clean-up was next.  Shane was very sweaty and stained.  So were the girls.  Amanda’s panties were soiled with her cherry juice, the undies were used to clean her two friends and Shane; then Shane tucked the soiled garment into his pants.

	Each girl had her mind dinked with by Dom; they would be horny for Shane—and only Shane.  They wanted to taste his cock and his cum, they wanted to feel his cock sliding in and out of their poons AND assholes.  They wanted to see his cum shooting out of his cock and onto their faces.
	The other matter was time—what had they been doing for the last thirty minutes?  Their parents were freaking out outside with the campus police scouring everywhere for them.
	The girls had been in a bathroom, their gym bathroom.  They had a lot of explaining to do but it worked out—the janitors were locking up all the other bathrooms save for the boys and girls gyms.  It still frightened the girls’ parents and there was some scolding involved.  Shane was not involved as after his showering he skeedaddled home via his bike.
	Those students in the library took Dom’s interest nextly.	 
	One in particular was of interest, he didn’t know why, she just did.  There were two boys and three girls.  All freshman, fifteen year olds working on a class science project.  But it was 4:30 and time to go.  A young boy about nine or ten came dashing into the library as the librarian woman shook the cobwebs from her head from her “nap” began locking up.  
	The little boy made for one of the girls.  She seemed a little annoyed with him but not too badly.  The others departed with half going out the back door and beyond and the rest making way to the front of the school where some parents were waiting.
	Deanna Froughman and her brother, Timmy had a parent to pick them up in a van.  As Deanna entered the van, she farted.  Dom heard it, little brother Tim was directly behind his sis and not only heard it (and definitely smelt it) he felt it!  Naturally as little bros go when hearing a sibling let one go he made a big embarrassing deal of it.
	For no other reason than “just because”, Dom joined them.

	The Froughman home was nice, modest, and quaint.  Inside was nicely furnished with a piano occupying space in a family room, an upright piano in the living room.  Once home the kids bounded off to their rooms, the Mom went to the kitchen.  The other parental unit was not home.  
	The little boy, Timmy, rushed himself out of his clothes.  Dom paused him when he was at his underwear.
	‘seen your sister naked?’ was asked of him.
	‘Yes.’ and there were images of Deanna butt bare assed naked; in her room on her bed asleep during a power outage; on her bed fingering herself, in her room changing clothes; in the bathroom stepping out of the shower.
	Did she KNOW that he had seen her naked?
	‘Sometimes.’
	Did she care?
	‘Sometimes.’
	As she got older she cared more.
	‘know how to fuck?’
	Yes.
	Timmy was like Shane, an avid hand humper once he found how good it felt.  He came, too—the first time scared the crap out of him and he didn’t do it again until he learned himself that what came out of his stick was normal.
	He kinda-sorta wanted to have sex with his sister, but she was his sister and he knew that it would never be.  There were girls at his school and church he also wanted to sink his dick into.  He still strove to catch his sister in the buff or at the very least in her underwear.
	Dom let him be and moved thru the walls, across the hall, and into bedroom of Deanna.  She had already changed clothes and was on the phone to a friend.  Another wave of nausea swept over Dom and he felt it more extensively than he had earlier.  
	Deanna’s bedroom faded, grayed out.  Dom felt more ill, dizzy, and if he had a body he would be on the ground throwing up.  Suddenly the bedroom changed and he was no longer in Deanna’s bedroom but on a wet floor.  A very wet floor.  A wet floor that was moving, up and down—up and down—up and down—UP and DOWN.
	There was a horrid smell—at first it was indescribable but then it curled up into Dom’s body permeating the very pores of his skin.  He retched, gagged, and tried to hold it in…
	The pitch of the boat made most who were aboard her ill, even the seasoned sailors had some difficulties.  Dom’s Dad grabbed him by the nape of the neck and not so gently cast him off into a large passenger compartment.  It did little to soothe Dom’s ills; the smell of the stinky fish, the ocean, the grungy seamen, and whatever was being cooked in the adjacent galley, all sought to make Dom’s fishing excursion with his Dad a nightmare to remember.
	It wasn’t a pleasant experience.  
	Thankfully, it only lasted a moment.  It wasn’t a “brief” moment and after it was over, it still lingered within him a long time thereafter.  And why it had happened he didn’t know—and hoped beyond hopes that it would not happen again.  (but it probably would…)

	When he “awoke” he was in Deanna’s bedroom still.  It was lit with light as it was dark outside.  He wasn’t sure of the time, when he looked at the bedside clock it seemed a little fuzzy to him.  When he “moved” he got instantly dizzy and a swath of heat enveloped him, too.
	For a moment, a long moment, he simply stood/hovered still.  The blurry/fuzzy feeling faded to be replaced by something new—hunger.  A sweep of panic ensued sending him to the dresser mirror.
	Nope, he was still an entity and not human.
	Well, that sucked.
	So where the hell was Deanna?
	Out of the bedroom and into the hall where he heard from a bathroom a shower going.  He paused a moment, where was the boy?  He moved into the boy’s bedroom where he found the boy in his closet.  The boy had his dick out of his pajamas and was beatin’ it as he put his eye to a hole in his closet wall that butted against the wall of the hall bathroom.
	His sister Deanna was in the bathroom, in the shower.  
	Timmy had a pair of his sister’s panties wrapped about his schlong as he beat it, already he had cum; the sperm soiling his hand and sister’s underwear.  He didn’t seem to care and his cock hadn’t softened.  
	Deanna finished her nightly shower and exited the stall.  Timmy moaned as his nude sister stepped out and began drying herself.  The hole wasn’t very big and obscured by a counter and toilet.  But it gave the young horndog sufficient sight to see enough.
	Dom left the boy and went to the girl.
	‘virgin?’
	‘No.’
	‘take it in the ass?’
	‘Ewewewew!’ that meant No.
	‘take it in the mouth?’
	‘Ewewewew!’ but there were images to the contrary.
	She wasn’t a slut, she was horny, but nervous about “giving it up.”  She did so willingly but only her best friend knew—and of course the guy.  And there was only one guy who had boned her AND they had only done it a couple of times.  The boy wore a condom both times but Deanna was still frightened of condom breakage and becoming pregnant.  In her religious church going household where her father was a deacon at a church she just couldn’t risk getting knocked up.

	She fingered her pussy almost on a daily business.  
	There were no sexual thoughts whatsoever towards her little brother.
	There were no sexual thoughts whatsoever towards her best friend.
	She had desires to get boned by several guys, not all at once but one at a time.  But those were just “desires” and perfectly normal.  She had seen her little bro naked, it was a given and a normal thing.  She was even mildly aware that he jerked off in his room and in the bathroom.  She was somewhat clueless about boys and how they pleased themselves along with the why of it.
	Placing a foot on the toilet she opened her stance and lightly frigged her cunt.  All Timmy could see was her thigh.  But it was a nice thigh (and ass.)  Deanna fluffed her muff and then using a small electric razor began trimming her bush.
	Hmmmm
	‘let your brother trim your bush.’
	A long pause there was.  Dom repeated his request then deeply embedded the statement, along with a few others.  A new way of life for her (and brother Tim.)
	Brother Tim made his way into the bathroom—his cum dripping cock preceding him—and still sticking out of his pajamas.  Carefully he shaved his sister’s cunt, using a razor she used to shave her legs.  Dom felt himself moaning, the girl was nice.  The boy was nice.  The bathroom was a little steamed and Dom felt closed in—he heard the telltale sounds of water sloshing against the boards of the Mary Mae, the fishing boat his Dad had him on when he was twelve.
	After Tim had cleanly shaven his sister’s poon, he licked it.
	Deanna lay out on the bathroom floor, her legs opened wide with her young brother tonguing her cunt.  Dom felt ill, the room was swaying and he needed air.  Deep down in his gut he felt the first stirrings that was the signal of upchucking soon to come.
	Tim moved up on his sister’s body, his cock gliding into her sex and the humping commencing soon thereafter.  Dom heard the rigging of the Mary Mae, he could even feel the spray of the upset ocean on his face.  But it was the smell of the fish in the hold and the ocean itself that was sickening him.  The boat rolled, heaved, and did everything to make Dom’s first fishing excursion an eventful one.

	Timmy’s cock was deeply into his sister’s sex—or as deep as a four inch cock could go.  Deanna infused with new decrees for a new way of life with her little brother clamped her hands onto his ass inside his pajamas.  He humped ok, a little sloppy and somewhat clumsily, but he did a fair job just the same.
	‘everyday,’ Dom implanted into Deanna, ‘you will suck his cock.’
	Everyday—Deanna would have sex with her brother; providing it was secure and they could get away with it.  She, too, would “take it” in the ass.  She would suck his balls, get a mouthful of cum (and swallow) and let him lick her pussy (along with shave it clean when it got too hairy.)
	When she was on her bed Dom had her strip naked, open her legs, and “take him.”  He literally felt like he was human and his cock was in her and he was fucking.  It felt so fucking good he could hardly stand it!
	He humped his fill, though, loved on the girl a little and felt incredible.  He couldn’t describe it—the feeling was practically unique.  He could smell the girl—she was fresh and clean.  He could FEEL his cock in her pussy!  It was the most strangest thing ever. 

	After his explosion he rested.  He guessed he dozed off as per the norm as the next thing he knew it was daylight streaming thru the window.  He felt his cock aching some and a need to pee!  He was still hungry and had desires for orange juice.
	Deanna was not in the room.  He found her in the bathroom—with her brother.  He was nude with cum dripping from his cock.  Deanna’s pajama bottoms were at her ankles, along with her panties.  
	Damn!  He had missed it!  The two brushed their teeth and fussed with their hair.  
	‘turn around.’ Dom minded to Deanna.
	Deanna turned facing the toilet.  As per command she bent onto it, hands on the lid.  Brother Tim parted her cheeks and licked her crack.  In the boy’s mind was the fresh image of nailing his sister on the bathroom floor.  Dom was pleased, but he would have liked to have seen it personally.
	‘fuck her hole.’
	Deanna braced as her virgin asshole was breeched by her horny brother.  Cum drizzled down her legs from her fresh fucked cunt.  Dom wondered the chances of the girl becoming pregnant…

	There was orange juice for breakfast, along with toast, hot cereal, ham, and scrambled eggs.  The siblings were all grins with one still sporting major wood and another walking a little funny…

	Once back at school, Dom sought out his other two horndogs, Hank and Shane.  There was unfinished business with those two, Dom wanted to get back to the Cayleen Cruther’s, too; and the Micchon family.  And then  the REST of the neighborhood to check.

	Strange feelings unknown to him continued to pester and distract Dom Dimitri; he didn’t understand them or why they were happening.  He lost time when the episodes occurred.  He was left with a strange unfamiliar feeling riveting throughout his body, too.  It was a most unpleasant experience with no particular reason why.
	Shane Lamburt.  The fifteen year old high school freshman was found jacking off at his locker (again); Dom nipped him and set him off in pursuit of his desires.  Jennifer, Tanya, and Amanda, specifically were his desires.  There were others, but Jennifer, Tanya, and especially Amanda were at the top of his list.
	The three were found together no worse for wear for the previous day’s activity (of getting boned.)  Out to the special place behind the handball courts they went; Amanda undressing herself and lay out nakedly on her clothes with Jennifer and Tanya just slipping their pants down, sitting on their knees in their panties.
	Shane pushed his own pants down and mounted Amanda, sinking his cock into her sex and humping to his delight.  And he delighted, too.  Greatly.  He nearly came off straightway and his cock hadn’t even gone all the way in!  He began pumping and doing so slowly.  He suckled on Amanda’s delicious titties, invigorated highly by the girl’s nudity and her super fine cock pleasing cunt.
	At the two minute mark his cock exploded into a beautiful release of liquid love.  Squirt after squirt of pent up love splashed into Amanda’s womanness.  There seemed to be no end!  Shane felt his cock surging with his cum spurting thru it.  It was amazing!
	After the final blast he lay on Amanda, sucking on her breasts and “relaxing.”  He took precious time and only got motivated when he heard voices from the nearby (above) track.  He sat up listening and waiting.  No one could see into the special area so he just waited a moment then helped the next girl (Jennifer) out of her clothes.
	There was a good mix of bitches at the high school, from all over the world and nation; Asia, Europe, Hawaii, Africa, and even Iceland.  Shane liked Jennifer, she was Korean; had a nice round face, silky dark hair, and a good delicious body all over.  All over!

	Jennifer took five minutes of serious humping, and like with Amanda before, he had to rest.  While he rested, his cock remained dwelling inside the Korean girl’s pojida.  It felt good, it was comfortable, and was a nice place to be.
	Tanya Byler, the black girl (African-American for you politically correct folk) received Shane’s special love nextly, his cock was hard enough to bust bricks!  He humped and humped and humped and the humped some more but was cumming off as planned.  Sooooo,
	‘turn her over.’
	With Dom’s mental help, Tanya positioned herself doggie style and received Shane’s white stick to her Darkest Africa turd canyon.  Shane was alright with anal intrusion—it was definitely tighter and once he was all the way in—and the pumping began, the surging tide of orgasmic blissful explosion were not far behind.
	Tanya’s teenage titties jiggled as she was rocked, Dom felt good and even felt the sun basking him!  Which was strange.  He also felt the brief breeze, could smell whatever it was cooking in the school cafeteria, and it all boggled his mind.  Was it a sign of his humanity?  Was he soon to return to being human after all?
	Shane was at the point of blowing his load when a handball suddenly intervened—sailing over the high cinderblock wall bouncing just inches from Tanya and Shane.  Out of instinct, Dom picked up the ball and tossed it back.
	He heard a “Thank You!” from the other side.
	Dom didn’t think about what he had done until sometime later.
	He had PICKED up the ball.  Usually he was unable to move objects, just glide his lifeless entity body thru them.  He then remembered at the Lamburt household where he had taken a glass of orange juice and drank it.  He had a helping of ham and cereal, too.
	What did it mean?
	So bugged by these things that Dom lost the rest of the day.  His next recollection was being in the cafeteria!  Vaguely he remembered settling with Shane and his bitches, fixing the bitches to where they would sexually please Shane “whenever.”  They would be horny for him and willing to go behind the handball courts, the library, or backseat of his car anytime he wanted.
	In the cafeteria there was an overload of smells—good and bad.  Dom wasn’t sure if he was floating or walking.  Maybe a little of both.  He saw in the cafeteria’s food line delicious dishes and just “helped” himself.  But exactly how this was done he couldn’t figure it.

	Osmosis?
	He saw food and knew what they were and desired to have them, to taste and be fulfilled.  Then, the next thing he knew—the taste of such items like spaghetti w/ meatballs, carrot slaw w/raisins, deviled eggs, and creamed corn, were being savored in his mouth.  Cinnamon cookies, fudge brownie w/ice cream filled him as well.  
	It was phenomenal; extraordinary; bombastically mind blowing.  Not too mention the fact that he totally passed over the dozens of fine bitches dinning!
	After partaking of lunch he wandered out following some girls who made for their designated gym.  Inside Dom perused the locker aisles feasting on the fine bitches dressing and undressing.  That made Dom very happy and he watched them going thru their mundane process with  great glee.
	In the shower there were girls showering; freshman to senior, fifteen to eighteen.  All sizes, shapes, colors, and Nationalities were showering, Dom watched each one.  He watched each one with glee and raging delight.  Be damned the consequences!  Dom moved the first girl; white with blond hair to the middle of her back (and none on her poon!)  She was trim, just almost 6-foot, nice titties with a firm fanny.  She was nice.
	As she showered and was well lathered up with soap, Dom came up close to her; he could smell the soap and it felt his nostrils being tickled!  The girl, about sixteen, washed her butt and sent Dom into sexual bliss.  Dom ran his “cock” up and down the girl’s butt, her crack and all over the soaped up cheeks.  The sophomore was none wiser and Dom continued his efforts, having her bend over some so as he could officially “tag” her.  
	Just as in human form, Dom felt his cock, it was brick busting hard and went near easily up into the teen’s pooper.  Her hole was lubricated with soap and it wasn’t the first time she had been buggered there.  (plus Dom’s unyielding desire to hump…)
	Just as in human form, Dom felt his cock sliding ALL the way in.  He gripped the girl’s hips and began pumping.  He felt his balls singing as they slapped, his cock delving far into the girl’s rectum spreading his love all around, straightening out her anal tract.
	Up and down her sides and her front Dom fondled and felt, squeezing her breasts and finding a new level of sexual bliss.  No words could describe how he felt as he loved on Marla Danmuir.  It was a totally new experience unknown.  He guessed that it WAS like being a part of the person his bone was in.  It was absolutely phenomenal.

	Carla McByerly gave him the same feeling.  So did Sally McPearson, Joanna Douglas, Monica Beauva, and Vieira Smithers.  With Carle McByerly he confronted her front.  She was barely 5’5”, kinda short for a junior (seventeen year old); she had a wide butt (but not garish) and a “snappin’ pussy!”  
	Then there were her titties.  For a short gal, she had some outrageous knockers.  Like her ass, they were a little more than most girls of her age group, but not out of market.  Dom enjoyed them, helped wash them, then tweaked them to his pleasure.
	But it was her snapin’ snatch that took him.  It was a cock swallower and had had swallowed cocks aplenty—and always hungry for me.  With his cock all soaped up he plunged it into the chick’s twat—her body bent over with her ass spread wide provided Dom with a gracious level of outrageous humping.
	 Vieira gave him equal pleasure, the other girls had left leaving he and Vieira alone.  Vieira was another Mexican-American and with her, Dom simply laid her out on the soapy floor and sank himself into her dick trench.  It was quite a hump and Dom enjoyed it.  He thought of nothing else but to “get off.”  He took his time with Vieira and humped slowly, taking in the girl’s bouncing titties and every contour the girl’s body had.
	Monica Beauva he balled at her locker.  Having the girl lay out on the red hard plastic seat between the sets of lockers Dom with his ever present throbbing rock hard cunt busting cock invaded her snatch as much as he invaded her mind.
	She was a freshman.  She was fifteen.  She was not a virgin.
	Dom saw in her mind a dog, a girl with a candlestick, a boy, another boy, another dog.  There, too, was a man in a business suit while she slurped down on a schlong of another man.
	She was a busy-naughty gal!

	After the shower epic, Dom watched a girl sitting on a toilet peeing and surreptitiously fingering herself.  She was dressed with her pants/panties at her ankles.  Dom positioned himself before her with his cock in her mouth.  It felt good—real good.  
	There was the finale—the explosive blast that signaled the end of the orgasm.  No cum fluids but it sure felt like there was.  There was no “evidence” smeared on the pretty girl’s face, pooling inside her mouth, or dripping from his pud.  His entire entity body was suddenly inundated with the need of sincere rest.

	From blowing off into Shannon’s mouth (the girl on the pot) to where he woke up—there was a space of time Dom could not account for.  Was it even the same day?  He felt sore, stiff, and achy.  More so or even equal to that of if he had a human body. 
	But suddenly there was light.  Noise.  More light.  More noise.
	People.  Lots of people.  Lots of noisy people.
	To say that Dom was disorientated would be an understatement; and before panic set in he got a grip of himself and took stock of his surroundings.  He couldn’t recall making his way to where he was, but he was in the gym, BOYS Gym.  Something of a game was going on, or going to be going on.  It was just starting; basketballers were on the polished court, cheerleaders were assembling and doing their thing, some spectators parking their butts on the bleachers.
	The bleachers—Dom was under the bleachers.
	Not a bad place to be; above him in various levels were butts—girlie type butts.  Some in shorts, pants, short pants, and skirts.  Then there were the girls who were cheerleaders who sat on the bottom bleachers.  Dom found himself staring right into the wiggly girls’ crotches—apparently by laying on his back peering up thru the opening of the seats.
	It was a nice view.
	He viewed this one, then that one, smelt one, then smelt another!  He was soon joined by teen lovers and he watched them, then helped them get serious about their petting, groping, and just get down to it; the boy hauled out his prick and the girl sucked it.
	After she got a mouthful of jiz she laid out on the floor, hiked up her short skirt and the horny boy pulled off her panties, sniffed the crotch, then went down on her.  The girl pulled off her top, undone her bra, and ran her hands thru the mop of her boyfriend’s hair.  He soon moved up on her with his cock sliding into her sex.

	They were the only ones, other horny teens found various places to make out under the bleaches; Dom helped some of them along but mostly just watched.  And at length he sighted Shane Lamburt.  He was with some other teens plus a young girl who was deemed to be his little sis.
	Hank Pennington was playing in the game.
	The home team did well, the first half of the game.  They stunk up the joint during the second half, though and lost despite Hank’s 20 points.  He fouled out part way into the second half and thusly his team went down in flames.  
	Oh well, cant win ‘em all.

	Shane didn’t drive yet, he was only fifteen, so he and two buds and one girl plus the little tag along sis walked home.  They all stopped at a tasty drive-in eatery popular with the high school kids for after game treats.  Dom went along for no other reason than simply fucking because.
	He did follow a girl into the bathroom and watched her pee.
	From the holding bin where food ready to be served to hungry customers Dom helped himself.  He found the new doings marvelous and fantastic—and still couldn’t help but wonder if it was a sign of his humanity?  He hoped it was.
	The gang made their way home, Dom trailed along after them and followed Shane (and his adorable little sis) to their specific home.  Nothing too exciting once inside, discussion of the game with not a lot of fanfare; the little sis made for the bathroom and Dom followed.
	While she sat on the pot farting and peeing, Dom peeked into her mind.  Nothing too spectacular; she had seen her brother naked, no biggie—that was normal and a given.  She had even seen him whacking off.  There was no improprieties, though, between them.  He saw her nude, too, no biggie there, either.  
	She herself was a wanker, fingering herself but not that big on it yet.  She used a beefy hot dog wiener to hump herself now and then, she had done so in the company of a stay-over friend.  They had done the deed on a dare.
	But that was all, neither girl fingered the other—they just discussed their poons, getting pubes, and boys and what they did (jerk their gherkins).  Niether knew much about sex or sex acts.
	She finished peeing (and farting), wiped her self and Dom paused her as she sat up from the toilet.  He took a nice gander at her bald poon.  She was a lovely girl, ‘specially with her panties at her ankles!  Lovely dark brown hair curled graciously down just passed her shoulders.  A sweet-sweet face she had, dazzling blue eyes, a beautiful smile, and perfect white teeth.
	Dom let her be.  She washed her hands and tooted on her way back to her family.  Dom hung loose for a moment in the bathroom—staring at the mirror.  For a moment, half a moment—less than that, he thought he could see himself in the medicine cabinet mirror.  Maybe it was his imagination.  Maybe.  Maybe it was his strong desire to return to human form.
	Late on that night he found Shane heavily whacking himself in his bed.  He lay on his bed with his cock out of his boxers and switching hands as he strove to “get off.”
	‘don’t waste it!’

	Little sister, Bonnie, slept soundly, very soundly clad in pajama bottoms and a simple kiddie tee-shirt.  Shane lay nakedly beside her; his cock was hard, dripping pre-cum, and definitely ready to do the deed.
	‘finger her.’
	Shane placed his fingers to his sister’s cunt, rubbing lightly against the fabric of her pajamas.  Bonnie slept soundly and was none the wiser (with Dom the Entity’s help, of course.)
	‘take ‘em down.’
	Shane gently eased down his sister’s pajama bottoms.  It was after midnight, no one in the house was stirring—‘cept for Dom and Shane.  The bedroom windows was open allowing night breezes to gently ride in and kiss the souls within.  Dom could just feel those breezes and smell the roses, too!
	What would happen if he should suddenly return to human form while he was in someone’s house providing naughty shenanigans!?  Oh!  That would be hard to explain…
	Shane returned to fingering his sis’ cunt, she wore lavender panties with cartoon characters on them.  Shane’s cock strengthened and more pre-cum was soiling his piss slit.
	‘take ‘em down…’ Dom cooed to Shane.
	The slumbering girl made no indication of awareness as her panties were gently slid down her legs.  Lanky tall big brother Shane held his breath, then began fingering her smooth bald cunt moreso.  Then moreso and moreso until his cock demanded attention, too.
	Hammering his pud, Shane emptied his love juices onto his unawares slumbering sibling.  Gobs and gobs of goo spilled onto her poon.  Shane hammered himself until he was emptied; then, diddled his fingers in the spillage gathering it to press into the girl’s entrance.
	From there Shane pressed his soiled schlong against Bonnie’s mouth, eventually making oral penetration.  With one hand on his cock and the other on the back of his sister’s head, he moved her mouth back and forth along his prick.  He almost was able to cum off again but ran out of gas and couldn’t.
	So he went down and licked the cum off of his sister’s poon.
	The boy wasn’t too much into that deed (but didn’t have a choice…)
	He licked Bonnie’s poon clean, then lifted her legs and fingered her virgin asshole before pressing his hardened prong against the rim.  More ejaculation fluid came and came and then came some more.  There was so much of it!  

	But Shane didn’t really want to fuck his sister, not his sister.  He wanted to eat her out, finger her, maybe get a BJ from her (everyday), and play naked games and such, but not penetrate her—not her, not at seven years young.
	So maybe another girl—seven, eight, or so?
	Yes.
	Hmmmm
*

	It didn’t look swelled, but it clenched when she touched it.  Cayleen had to think—was this an emergency?  How would she explain it?  Should she call the parents?  Was it a 911 type of call?  And again, how would she explain it?  Was it a common thing with little boys?
	Cayleen Cruthers didn’t get much of an allowance, hardly one at all.  Her parents provided her with what she needed and most wanted in needs; there were birthdays, special events, good grades, and Christmas to provide “gifts.”  Extras were up to her.  And for a girl of sixteen it was slinging hash at some fast food joint, taking orders from some fast food joint, retail, or babysitting.
	Cayleen opted for the babysitting.  There were perks involved with babysitting—bigger tips, no hard work, easy hours, and cute little boys to care for.  One cute little boy in particular, though, had a small problem; the lid to the toilet had slammed down on his little pecker and he was in peril.
	His brothers, Sam and David were now fearful of the toilet and held their little puds in their hands and not daring to go near the dangerous pecker wrecker.
	“You gotta go, too?” Cayleen asked of them.
	The boys nodded and one, David, had already began peeing himself.
	Quickly she ushered the tyke to the toilet but he freaked out some and not wanting to deal with his fear right then she ushered him to the nearby bathtub.  It wasn’t working out so well and Cayleen was at a little loss.  Finally she just said, ‘fuck it’ and pulled David’s pants and underwear off and hoisted the seven year old into the tub and said, “ok, go.”
	The tyke was in dire need to “go” and let “go” of his pud and commenced to peeing.  He had peed in the tub before—usually when it was full of water, though.  Cayleen caressed his butt and watched with some mild fascination as he urinated trying to aim for the drain hole.
	After his pee she got the toilet paper and wiped the head of his wiener then hoisted him out and hoisted Sam into the tub.
	“I gotta pee, too!” quipped Adam.
	“Of course you do.” Returned Cayleen.  Adam was the one who had the injury to his dinkus.  Sam did his thing then it was Adam’s turn.  Cayleen was exhausted and worried slightly about possible repercussions.
	‘don’t worry.’ said a Voice.
	Easy for you to say.
	After the boys had had their pee, they stood giggling and holding their puds.  Cayleen had an “itch” betwixt her legs.
	‘take off your clothes,’ said the Voice, ‘sit on the toilet and pee.  show the boys that toilet is ok and not to be feared.  it was an accident.’
	Cayleen hesitated but shucked her jeans, then her panties.
	‘top and bra, too.’
	No hesitation there, Cayleen followed thru and removed the remainder of her clothes and was stark naked before three seven year old boys, triplets.
	On the toilet she stifled a fart—tried to.  It ripped anyways and the boys fell all about laughing.  Cayleen was embarrassed, but not particularly aware that she was nude with the triplet boys.  That part was subdued, were modesty and embarrassment level being eroded so as she would be more accepting.
	Luckily she didn’t have to dump, just pee.  Parting her legs and sitting up straight she had the boys gawk at her as she emptied her bladder.  The boys were totally engrossed, not grossed out, just wowed into amazement.
	One by one Dom the Amazing Entity peeked into the boys’ minds.  Managing a young mind was sometimes difficult or easy.  The reason why was not known to Dom, some kids were just easier to manipulate than others; it could be society, parenting, or something other.  Dom didn’t know, didn’t care!  If he could peek into a child’s mind and manipulate, all the better.  If not, screw it, he would do what he could and let it be.
	But the boys were manipulatible—the first part was easy—they didn’t see him.  The second part was also easy; Adam Rodowski saw his Mom naked a “few times.”  There were images of her in his presence stark naked.  It wasn’t clear, though, if the boy himself was nude.  He was seven and she bathed him still, along with his brothers.  Sometimes they bathed together (he and his brothers) and sometimes they were alone.
	There were no images of his Mom bathing with him, in the tub.
	No images of molestation.
	No images of his Dad, either.

	‘do you like seeing Cayleen without her clothes on?’
	Yes.
	‘would you like Cayleen to touch you where you pee?’
	That was answered with a mental shrug.  He didn’t know.
	‘yes, you would.’
	‘Ok.’
	Dom was pleased.
	He worked his magic on brothers David and Sam.  All three boys had seen their mother nude, changing clothes basically.  It didn’t seem to bother her and Dom wondered about her.  Making a mental note, Dom wanted to “check” the woman out—later.
	In the meantime, after peeing (and wiping herself) Cayleen partook of suckling the boys’ pee-pees.  One by one, their hairless nards, too.  While she serviced them she slipped a hand up between their legs to finger their assholes and caress their ass flesh.
	Each boy was ecstatic and beyond the simple word definition of “elated.”  They got hard-ons, too.  They were giddy and could hardly stand to stand still—either by being sucked or waiting their turn or afterwards.
	Cayleen actually had always wanted to suck a little boy, but she had been fearful.  Little boys often had big mouths and said things they shouldn’t and got babystitters into trouble.  But she was rested assured that her triplet boys would be cool and no repercussions would occur.
	While she sucked, Dom took her from behind.  Seemed the thing to do, she was nude and had her ass wiggling before him.  As if human again, he felt his cock, he felt his cock pressing against the teen girl’s wriggling ass.  Slowly did his cock penetrate the girl’s tight but giving rim.  Gripping her hips he made slow but deliberate penetration.
	Cayleen groaned as she was entered, she maintained her mouth lock on David’s pud, taking into her mouth his little nuzzies, too.  It was Sam, though, that caught Dom’s attention—the little tyke stood holding his pud with a very happy look etched upon his face.  He stood and winked to Dom.
	He stood and winked.
	Dom shook his head and temporarily halted his pumping.
	‘what the hell?’ then, ‘do you see me?’
	There was no response from the little boy; he returned his attention to his babysitter who had finished slurping on David and went to engulfing Adam.  Dom couldn’t figure it and was too dumbfounded; he then found himself blocked from peeking back into the boy’s mind—or any of the boys.  (he didn’t stop to think to pry into Cayleen’s mind, though.)

	A fluke, a trick of the mind?
	Dom didn’t know, he concluded that he was tired, shagged out.  Traveling in entity form was trying and perhaps it was a sign that of his humanity.  He didn’t know—he didn’t care.  He continued humping Cayleen’s ass until completion.  
	More striking he discovered “cum” on the girl’s ass.  His cum.
	He could feel it!  There was a lot of it, too.
	Shaking his head he backed up and though as most always he found traveling thru walls and such an easy thing—backing out of the closed bathroom into the hall was not easy.
	How to describe the difficulty he couldn’t exactly, he DID pass thru the wall and merge into the hall, but not as easily as he had done so before or recently.  He didn’t know why and a bit of fear began to surge within him.  What did it mean?

	How much time had passed he didn’t know, it was dark in the hall with a nite light at a hallway nightstand.  He felt himself sitting, on his butt, with back against the wall—still sitting across from the bathroom.  The bathroom door was opened with a nite light on within.
	All was still, all was quiet.
	Slowly ever so slowly he arose.  He didn’t feel that he was floating but walking.  It was a very odd feeling, almost as odd as the very day he discovered himself as an entity.
	In a bedroom where the door was opened partly Adam, David, and Sam were sound asleep in their beds.  Dom wrinkled his nose.  He sighed and moved to the bedroom across the hall; a set of parental units slept soundly in their bed, the woman with her backside into her hubby.  The digital clock on the bed read out the time:  2:47AM.
	2:47AM.  Dom wasn’t sure what time it had been when Cayleen was sucking the triplets, but it sure as hell wasn’t 2:AM in the fucking morning!  It was getting scarier and scarier.
	Moving into the kitchen Dom settled at the breakfast table; he sighted in on an apple.  He stared and stared and finally saw himself taking the apple and eating it.
	After devouring the apple Dom seemed to “drift.”  He didn’t understand it and didn’t know if there was anything TO understand.  He saw the walls of the kitchen, could smell the flowers in the vase on the window sill above the sink.  A bird chirped nosily outside in a maple; a dog barked nearby and Dom just seemed to—drift.