August Moone
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 53
-Mini stories-
Descents of Depravity
Chaotic Chaos

Scenes from a neighborhood
	A lazy afternoon to be sure.  Cool breezes wafting thru open windows, scents of roses and lemons; sprinklers going off; the ker-splash of someone launching themselves into a backyard pool; and many folk taking the day to simply relax and nap, bonding with their loved ones (and getting a little love smeared on them, too…)
	In one such home at the near end of Hump St. a Daddy type figure lay on a nice long sofa.  He wasn’t alone, of course; laying on him was a young boy about five years young or so.  Dark hair, round face with lots of freckles.  Neither Father or Son wore shoes, or socks.  Occasionally the Daddy patted his son’s ass,  rubbed his backside, then tousled his son’s hair.
	The boy was curious about the noise he heard from inside his Dad’s body—heart beating and tummy gurglings.  The boy didn’t seem to mind the pattings and fondlings; the Daddy made circles on his son’s backside, patted his butt, and continued to foul the boy’s hair.
	At length, as it looked as if though the boy were asleep, the Daddy began slipping his roaming hand inside his son’s pants.  He himself closed his eyes—but not for sleep.  He made a slight moan as his hands reached inside, cupping the youngster’s butt.  The Daddy began to hump.  It was light humping, subtle; but humping against his son nonetheless.
	The boy seemed very asleep; the Daddy used both hands and pushed his son’s pants down, underwear went along for the ride, too.  The Daddy seemed to sigh all over.  He seemed very very relaxed and used both hands to caress the bare ass of his son, followed by light patting.
	Soon the man was squeezing the bare cheeks and delving his fingers into the young boy’s canyon—the Daddy seemed to be in some agony and soon pushed the boy’s pants (and undies) all the way down, moving them off of his son’s legs.  Then, the dear Daddy worked with his own pants…

	The man’s cock was hard—duh!  He played with it a little, slapped it against his son’s ass and moaned.  With little Eric’s legs draped over his Daddy’s waist, his pert little bung hole was “available.”  Daddy Andy pressed his throbbing probe monster against the pert hole—the pre-cum that soiled the head of the monster greased up the young anus for possible future penetration.
	The boy never stirred and was possibly drugged—that or just a really sound-sound sleeper.  He was moved somewhat so as the Daddy dong could start “penetrating.”
	But there was no real actual penetration, just masturbating.  Daddy Andy poked and rubbed his cock against his son’s ass, crack, hole, and hairless sac.  One hand came to grip the boy’s ass and move him up and down—this had to be done with serious grippage to the boy’s ass flesh and he stirred not one eye.
	Cum began to spurt and the Daddy began to please himself more and more, harder and harder—and his aim was to soil his son’s asshole.  He also strove to move his son up and down—having his little young dinkus hump him!  Awesome!
	Squirt after squirt came to soil the five year old’s ass; a great mess there was but a great relief there was, too.  Daddy Andy moaned a gracious moan hinting at achieving that glorious glory of glories.  
	As he lay there, cum still squirting from his prick; cum still soiling his son’s ass, a pretty little girl no more than four came along.  She was blond hair, with a daisy flower in her hair, wearing a sun dress that was of a daisy floral print, and nothing else.
	The “nothing else” was uncovered as the naughty Daddy lifted the little girl’s dress—revealing the fact of the matter the absence of panties.  Her little butt was patted and she was brought right up to the sofa.  Daddy Andy smiling and smoothing his hand all over the child’s soft tender skin began to squeeze her.  
	Andy moved son Eric up and smiled to his daughter, conveying to her to “have a go” at his offering.  The young child obediently and readily agreed and went to work licking up the cream spillage from her brother’s butt.  Andy parted the boy’s cheeks and she lapped up every bit.  This of course only made Daddy Andy hornier than he was and his cock was dramatically relivened.  He held it, waggled it, and little Sarah went down on it.  

	She didn’t particular suck it whole, but engulfed the head, then slurped on the shaft before sucking clean her Daddy’s balls.  Surprisingly, the little urchin took right to her Daddy’s wavels; sucked his shaft, and licked the spillage coating her brother’s ass and balls.
	When at length the naughty Daddy could stand no more he gently moved his incredibly slumbering son to the floor the pulled off the summer dress his daughter wore.  No panties.  Hefting her up onto the sofa she giggled with glee as she was tickled some.  That part was normal.  The Daddy fingered her little delicate pussy, tweaked her flat nipples, laid on half way smothering her with kisses—driving his horny tongue into her mouth.
	Then, when his cock was near explosive decompression, he aimed and jerked off, shooting a massive incredible wad of man spunk all over the child’s cunt.  All over it.  There was gobs and gobs of spunk juice, it just kept coming and coming and he aimed up to his sweet daughter’s face, specifically her mouth.
	“Open up.” he told her.  
	Little Sarah was all giggles and opened her mouth wide greedily hoping for a special treat.
	Daddy’s little girl received said “special treat”, three massive squirts of Daddy juice.

*
on the street where you live
	Chaotic chaos; finding no money or anything of significant monetary value, the Invaders took their frustrations out on the family of the house they had invaded.  Cum to find out, the house was that of a preacher’s house, the house actually belonged to a church.  The furnishings were of the family, new, used, and handed down thru both sides of the family.  The house, a two story Colonial abode only “looked” fancy from the outside.
	Present, other than the three Invaders, were the Preacher, his wife, a teen girl and teen boy, a young girl and a young boy.  Perfect.  
	The Daddy Preacher was tied up to an armless chair.  The kiddies were tied back to back, hand to hand with gags in their mouths to keep their wails dull.  The teen boy was not tied up, nor was his teen sister.  They were warned, “any heroics and someone will pay.”
	One of the Invaders, tall, covered in a Ninja outfit head to toe ‘cept for his eyes, put himself against the frightened sixteen year old teen girl, the oldest.  All she could see was his eyes, and the skin about them.  He was black, maybe.  He spoke well, though (no discernible accent.) 

	“Take off your clothes.” The statement was spoken from one of the other Invaders, directed to the teen boy.
	The gulped, the boy stopped breathing.  He looked to his Parents, they were in personal turmoil and knew their situation wasn’t going to turn out well at all.  The boy pulled off his shirt, then hesitated at undoing his pants.
	The third member of the Invaders produced a knife.  It was placed to the tender throat of the little girl.  The message was sent, received, and horrifyingly accepted.
	“You son-of-a-bitch!” bitched the Mom.
	“I never knew my Mom,” returned the 3rd Invader, “so you may be right!” he smiled, although his Ninja mask concealed it.	
	“Take off your clothes,” said the 3rd Invader, “and no harm will come to her.”
	“Why are you doing this!?” screamed the teen girl, Carleena.
	“No questions!” barked the Invader holding her.
	“Only answers!” quipped in the 2nd Invader.  He was not clad in a Ninja outfit, he wore black tennis shoes, black pants, a black teeshirt with long sleeves, a bandana (black) over his forehead and mouth.  No jewelry was seen of anykind on the Invaders, no distinguishing marks; their hands, too, were covered in black driver’s gloves, the 2nd Invader being the oddball again wearing dark golfer’s gloves.
	The teen boy, Matt, pushed down his pants.  He was pissed, scared and pissed.  He wanted to do something but was too scared to do something; he knew that anything he would do, could do, would result in getting his sister’s throat slit.  There was nothing he could do but stand in his tidy whiteys and wait.
	“All of them,” barked the 1rst Invader, “NOW!”
	Matt fumed, clenched his hands put pushed down his underwear.
	He hadn’t been so naked before them all since he was a kid.
	Time for a little Q&A:
	“You and your sister see each naked before?”
	Matt blinked his eyes, “What!?” but it was a given, they were siblings, she was sixteen, he was fifteen.  Of course they had seen each other naked.  That was a given, duh!
	“Recently?”
	Oh, well, uhm…oh boy.
	The girl shot a look of horror to her brother, subtly she tried to convey to him, “don’t you dare!” but of course, that would be under normal circumstances.

	The boy timidly shrugged and looked down to the floor.  When he brought his hands to cover his nudity he was ordered not to.  Reluctantly he put his hands to his sides and very-very subtly nodded in answer to the 1rst Invader’s Question.  “yes.”
	“Do you and your brother there “fool around?””
	Carleena gulped, held her breath and refused to give answer.
	“Do you suck your brother’s cock?” the question was so horrid Carleena nearly threw up.
	“LEAVE HER ALONE!” yelled Matt.
	His outburst was met with a horrific smack to his backside by the 2nd Invader plunging his elbow with dramatic force into the teen.  He went down gasping for breath.  Daddy Mark Scimmylo thrashed in his chair, wife/mother Gina bawled, nine year old Teri peed and seven year old Brad stomped his feet.
	Carleena begged and bawled.
	“You’ll come to understand that answering is far better than not.” said the 1rst Invader.  His words were distinct, concise; non-broken, uttered in a manner of which Carleena could hear and understand them.  And again, there was no discernible accent to determine Creed, Nationality, or dialect determining the Invader’s position in the country or status of class.
	Carleena finally answered, albeit reluctantly—Yes, she had sucked her brother (Matt).
	“And, heehee,” chortled the Inquisitor, “did he lick you out?”
	Carleena retched as if though she were about to upchuck.  She didn’t answer verbally, just nodded her head and wept.
	“Hmmmm, naughty-naughty children!” again chortled the 1rst Invader.
	“You suck anyone but your brother?” asked the 3rd Inquisitor.
	Carleena held back her answer, she retched and seriously looked as if though she were about to hurl any moment.  She shook her head, and though none of the three Invaders believed her, they let it be.
	“Brother get off in your pussy?”
	The question was bold and demanding—not too mention horrible.  The frightened teen girl shook her head violently—not so much as in conveying, ‘No, my brother has gotten off in my pussy’ but an out and out refusal to answer such a horrid inquiry.
	So little tyke Teri wearing a pink top with PRINCESS written across it was dramatically wrenched to the floor—still tied to her seven year old brother, Brad.  Her legs were yanked up and a series of hard smacks landed to her delicate ass.  She wore light pink knit shorts, too.

	Matt had had enough and made a charge to stop the 3rd Invader.
	Though gallant that may have been, he didn’t get far before an electrical discharge from an seen weapon struck the boy and he went wriggling on the floor freaking out, contorting oddly, and sputtering.  Carleena lost it and she, too, required electrical convincing; but hers was delivered directly from the 1rst Invader’s hand directly to her side.
	Mom and Dad were out of their minds.

	When the chaos subsided the resumption of Invasion resumed.
	Truths were told.  Carleena gave her brother, Matt, a blow job “occasionally.”  She also sucked his best friend, Donald.  Both boys took turns humping her ass(hole) but her pussy was reserved for future use.  It wasn’t virginal, though—she abused it with candles, a flashlight (small) and cucumber.
	Matt admitted to butt humping Donald.  Experimental.  The admission came with his eyes closed and not looking at anyone, especially his parents.  No cocksucking or spilling of seed on each other—just “up the ass.”
	Neither Matt or Carleena were molesting their younger sibs, or anyone else.  Neither teen was sexually involved with anyone else, save for the aforementioned.  Both were avid near daily masturbators.
	“Suck him.”
	The command froze inside Carleena’s mind.  Her response was “no fucking way.”  Matt wasn’t too enthused about getting a hummer from his sister—not with the family present anyways.  
	“You sick fuck!” bitched Matt.
	“Suck him, or--” the 1rst Invader “grinned” and nodded to the 3rd Invader who had command of the little ones.  A small device was in one of his hands, the other hand was holding up the tyke’s ankles.  He pressed the device to the girl’s crotch.
	Carleena bawled, “Oh God, please don’t!”
	“As I told you,” spoke the 1rst Invader, “follow through with my commands and your family will not suffer.”
	Carleena shook her head, cried, and lost her composure for some time.
	Strangely, it was allowed.
	But for only a couple of minutes.  The Daddy and Mommy wailed, wept, begged, pleaded, cursed, demanded, and went thru several levels of emotions.  None of which was successful in the least.
	Finally, Carleena went to her knees before her naked brother.  One hand worked his shriveled schlong while the other caressed his balls, then rubbed his ass.
	Matt was still too upset to “get hard”; Carleena took the shriveled member into her mouth and began sucking it to life.  Matt closed his eyes and began pumping…
	When Matt was finally hard after a minute in his sister’s mouth,
	“Say,” commented 2nd Invader, “aren’t you usually naked when you suck your brother?”
	Carleena sunk, she slouched and sat back heaving, begging, “Please, please don’t make do that!” get undressed.
	“I don’t very seriously,” spoke the 1rst Invader, “that your young sibling will survive no more than two or three jolts from my friend’s device.”
	Carleena lost it again, she was livid and horrified at the same time.
	“You sick fuck!” bitched Matt again.
	And again he received punishment for his outburst.	  Carleena wailed as her nude brother wriggled on the floor contorting and convulsing.
	“You’re killing him!” screamed Carleena and she hit the Invader close to her, Invader One.  She didn’t do him no harm, of course, and she soon found herself wriggling and contorting on the floor alongside her brother.
	“If you do that again,” Invader One said to both Carleena and her brother, my friend WILL bring impressive harm to the little one.”
	“Compliance is all that is necessary to avoid such fate.” spoke up Invader number two.
	Carleena nodded, “Ok, ok, you sick fucking bastards!” she was no longer frightened, she was pissed.
	Taking a moment to compose herself she angrily peeled off her clothing, stripping to her skin she stood—bending over baring her ass to her Dad as she pushed down her panties.
	The 1rst Invader patted her ass, “Now suck your brother’s cock.”
	Carleena gulped, snorted anger; her nude body tightened and onto her knees she positioned herself again.  Matt waggled his cock that had softened and gone quite limp during his torture.  Carleena sighed on, wrapped fingers about it, then took it back into her mouth and sucked it back to life.
	Three minutes later and Matt was shooting off into her mouth.  Everyone watched as Carleena sucked and sucked and sucked.  She made slurping sounds, sucked hard then slow, then fast.  Little sibs Teri and Brad watched in some fascination and awe.  The Mommy parental unit was disgusted and horrified.  The Daddy parental unit—not so much.  He was horrified, sure, but more awed by his daughter’s actions and he fought to maintain himself—as a father, husband, and mid-town preacher.

	After filling his sister’s mouth with his teen jiz, Matt was allowed to sit on the floor to recover.  Carleena held the fresh goo in her mouth,
	“do you swallow?” whispered the 1rst Invader.
	Carleena closed her eyes, squenched up her pretty face and nodded that she did.
	“then do so.”
	Carleena didn’t make a big deal of it and swallowed the brotherly spunk.
	“good girl.”
	Carleena fumed but her anger was waning as she was breaking down.
	“Now, let’s see,” said the 1rst Invader, “you said that you suck him, and that he sucks, er, licks you out.  Is that correct?”
	Carleena nodded.  Matt was no longer coherent and sat fondling his cock that still sputtered spunk.  He sat with his back/shoulders to a love seat, one leg cocked up while the other was straight out exposing his teen wares for all to see.
	“Then by all means,” continued the Invader, “please lay down and let your brother show us.”
	Carleena gave no resistance and laid down on the new carpet, she was timid to be sure, eyes closed, nipples hard.  Matt moved slowly and bent down applying his tongue to his sister’s cunt.
	“Do you remember the first day you sucked your brother’s cock?”
	Carleen gulped, she felt sick, snot plugged her nose and she shook her head—she didn’t rightly remember.
	“We’re you perhaps twelve?”
	Carleena shook her head, “no.”
	“Younger?  Ten?”
	Carleena nodded “Yes” to that age.  When she was ten she first sucked her brother, Matt’s, cock.
	“We’re you the same age when he licked you out for the first time?”
	Again, Yes.
	Matt lapped and lapped his sister’s quim all the while the questioning went on; his cock that had just spurted liquid sibling love was restrenghtening.  Carleena’s legs began to flail as she was “ignited.”  Matt had a talented tongue and drove it into her sex; his thumbs massaging her meat with his nose tantalizing her clit.
	“And you never “gave it up” to him, hmmm?”
	Carleena gulped, “No.” she was afraid; pregnancy, some lame disease, pregnancy, reputation, pregnancy, or Matt then wanting to tag her on a regular basis.

	And pregnancy.  Girls she knew having had sexual relations with boys who wore condoms wound up pregnant after all.  There was no sure thing and it would be bad—very bad, should she, the daughter of a preacher, come up pregnant.  Then, to put more nails in the coffin, let it be found out that it was her brother who was the father!
	And taking it in the ass was just gross.
	After three minutes, “You can stop now, if you want.” 
	Matt did pause and then stop.  He breathed hard, cum dripped from his rock hard prong; he was coated in a sheen layer of sex sweat and ready to sink his bone into his sister at the command to do so.
	But instead; “how about getting on your hands and knees.” 
	Carleena blinked her eyes to understand the command, but followed along and rolled over assuming the “doggie-style” position.  She was “positioned” ass facing her brother.  Matt just knew that he was going to get the command “fuck her asshole.”
	But instead; “no, no—turn around.”
	Carleena looked to the 1rst Invader, ‘huh?’ Then she saw her parents sitting in their chairs; distraught, horrified, perplexed, and sickened.  It was only going to get worse.  Carleena retched but turned herself around, presenting her bare tan ass to her Daddy.  1rst Invader pulled her cheeks open, glanced at the virgin hole, patted the flesh and tormented the Daddy.
	Mark Scimmylo was incensed and almost barely able to break the bindings that bound him.  His face looked as if though it were about to explode.  Carleena had to spread her legs wide, bend down, and present her ass and cunt to her Daddy.  The Invader patted the girl’s ass, parted the cheeks more; then, of course smiled and winked to the distraught Daddy.
	The Daddy snorted, sputtering words of anger and decrees, “I’ll fucking kill you; you scum sucking piece of shit!”
	There was no reaction from the three Invaders, the 1rst one nodded to Matt and he came obediently, ‘what?’
	“Give her a little spank, hmmmm?”
	Matt licked his lips, the scent of his sister cunt still present.  He needed half a moment to process the command, then applied his hand to Carleena’s butt.
	Of course, his first swat was—lame.  Very lame.
	“No, no, my young friend, you must apply force.”
	Matt almost looked to his Dad and Mom; checked himself then gulped and applied a little harder swat to his sister’s bum.  It still wasn’t as hard as the Invader wanted.
	“Once more, with feeling.” 

	Matt gulped and held himself, then sailed a mighty swat than made his family, especially Carleena, cringe.  “Jesus fucking Christ!” exclaimed Carleena; she reacted with twisting her body, arching her back, and clenching.
	Matt applied another equally hard smack, followed by another and then one more.  Both cheeks seared and then he had to apply not his hand but his throbbing rock hard cock.
	Carleena was sobbing and unable to utter word one.
	
	After the spanking, there was the fucking.  Matt’s cock was absolutely the hardest it could be.  The two were turned so as their parents could see as Matt made vaginal entry into his sister; he gripped her hips as after firstly he put the head of his cock into Carleena’s cunt.  Slowly did he penetrate, being determined with not so much embarrassment as there was a drive to complete the deed.
	The sensation his cock got from being so warmly accepted overwhelmed its owner and he could care less if there was an audience, family or otherwise.  He began to pump (and enjoy it.)
	“Reach around, Mr. Matt,” said a calm Invader Number One, “girls love to have their titties fondled while being plugged from behind.”
	Matt slowly eased his hands down around his nude sister’s body and squeezed Carleena’s mounds, tweaked the nipples, and drove his bone into her sex harder and faster.
	After creaming, Matt pulled out totally exhausted.  Great squirts of his cum blasted from his prick soiling his sister’s ass.  Rivers of cum drizzled from her sopping wet cunt trickling down her legs.  Her ass was still reddened, too, from the early spanking.
	“Alrighty, then,” gleamed Invader Number One, “turn around.”
	Carleena slowly obeyed, her ass and cunt were on fire and couldn’t take much more.  But she was oh so wrong…
	“Go up to your Daddy,” pause for dramatic effect, “and take his Poppy out.”
	Carleena’s eyes bulged, she choked, shook her head and great defied the 1rst Invader saying “No fucking way!”
	Little sister Teri made a bloodcurdling scream.
	Matt, though, expended of energy, made a charge.
	Carleena screamed in place.
	Invader Number Three applied his handheld cattleprod to the bare inner thigh of nine year old Teri Lynn Scimmylo.  It was low powered but still provided for a very unpleasant experience.

	“STOP IT!” screamed Daddy Mark.
	Gina Scimmylo was unable to do anything, not even scream as she was totally out of her mind; her brown eyes bulged and she was nearly choking on her extreme fright and horror.
	Little Teri lay weeping uncontrollably as she lay on the floor, peeing herself and twisting oddly.  Matt lay up against the wall contorting as his feeble attempt at once more to be chivalrous proved near fatal as he received a great deal of electrical energy from a taser.
	“My dear,” spoke Invader Number One, “it would be far less detrimental to your family if you would simply comply without fuss.”
	“Go to hell, you sick fucking bastard fuck!” spat Carleena.
	“Tsk tsk.” 1rst Invader nodded to 3rd Invader, he applied the device to the boy, 2nd Invader touched the prongs of his electrical device to Matt; Invader Number One touched the prongs to Carleena’s cum soaked cunt.  she fussed with him, kicking and lashing—when she did, her young siblings and teen brother suffered.
	“You must suffer me, now, for your refusal not only does your siblings suffer, YOU, my dear, must also.” Carleena had to lay still and be tortured with the prongs of the electrical device invading her cunt and then powered on.  

	Mark straightened up, held his breath, and didn’t look anywhere else but to his teen daughter’s trembling fingers as she fished out his cock.  It was not hard, but not totally flaccid, either.  Wrapping her fingers about it she masturbated it; she avoided casting her eyes up to him as she worked his pud to stiffness.
	After she had lay on the floor contorting and convulsing for several countless minutes, she readily agreed to comply with all of the Number One Invader’s commands.
	After Daddy Mark’s cock was hard, Carleena began sucking it.  She sucked it whole first but then began doing the things brother Matt enjoyed—rolling her tongue about the crown, raking her teeth down the shaft, diddling her tongue into his piss slit, then sucking the very life out of it.
	Mark came.  He lasted two minutes and his cock erupted into a furious jut of pent up sperm.  Carleena retched as there was so much of it it drowned out her throat nearly choking her—so much so that it spurted up and out her nose!
	“Good girl!” quipped gleefully the 1rst Invader.
	Carleena said nothing but it was conveyed just the same, “go fuck yourself!”

	Next up was Matt.
	“Come help your Mother out of her clothing.”
	Matt hesitated, the ravages of the electrical discharge still plagued and ravaged his body.  He didn’t quite understand what had been said but came crawling to his restrained Mother.  
	Gina Scimmylo was released from her restraints, with the stipulation being that if she didn’t comply, if she caused any fussing whatsoever—one of the children would likely die (during the next round of electrocution.)
	Gina, of course, didn’t take this well.  She seethed and bitched, “How dare you!” there was no response, luckily, from any of the three invaders.
	“Please proceed, Mr. Matt.”
	Matt didn’t know how to, though.  ‘take off my Mom’s clothes?’ that was a bit much to be asked to do.  Gina helped, some, but it was Matt who had to “take down” her slacks, remove her blue shirt, then her bra, and lastly slide down her panties.
	Once nude, Matt proved cunnilingus service.  His Mom’s twat was a little different than that of his sister’s; it was older, hairier, and had been fucked more.  Matt “went down” on it, licking and lapping happily putting out of his mind the horror that his family was in.
	Just like with his sister, Matt fingered the pussy as he tongued it; a finger went into her asshole, thumb pressed against the meat of her snatch, and nose nuzzled the clit.
	Gina thrashed some, bucked and tried her damnedest not to get into the deed.  But her hardened nipples gave her away, her moans and bucking into her son’s face also gave details to her level of pleasure.
	And at length, Matt’s cock was ready for the next step:  vaginal penetration to the cunt that had bore him.  He did hesitate, it was like the most incredible sin; fooling with his sister was one thing—fooling with his Mom was something else.
	But he didn’t want any more “shock” treatment, to himself and especially to any of his siblings.  So, closing his eyes he plunged his fuckstick into his Mom’s twat.
	He nearly exploded right from the get go.

	It wasn’t a tight pussy, she had dropped four kids and got tagged at least once two twiced a week.  She wasn’t a bad looker, in her late 30s, good hair, posture, figure not out of proportion and so on.  Matt plowed her and very much tried not to think of her as his Mom, but maybe one of her friends?

	After depositing a massive wad of teen spunk, Matt was just about fucked out.  He felt a little ill from doing his incestuous deed and once more fell back, avoided looking at either parent, and tried very hard not to throw up.  (but all in all, it wasn’t that bad of a fuck!)
	Then it was Carleena’s turn, again.  The first born returned to her father, presenting her ass to him, riding it up against his shaft, then gliding the manly fatherly tool into her hole.
	“Promise you’ll be good?” chortled the 1rst Invader.
	Preacher Mark wavered between realities, Carleena got the task of undoing one of his hands, then returning her sweet teenage ass to his lap where the man got to caress that ass.  He seemed to melt as he smoothed his hand all over the darling daughterly flesh.  He even let out a moan!
	Then she was moving her ass up and down and the Daddy was moving his dick back to her hole for penetration.  Carleena moaned and it was a little difficult to fully make the penetration happen—Daddy Mark had to help out the cause and press his already cum shooting cock into her hole.
	While Carleena’s ass bobbed up and down on her Daddy’s dong, Invader Number One quizzed Matt.
	“Tell me, Mr. Matt,” he said in a low voice, “have you ever been naughty, in any way, with your other sister?”
	The color in Matt’s face vanished.  He was totally ashen, zombie-like.  He was totally horrified to hear such a question.
	“Never?”
	Matt couldn’t answer but shake his head trying to express truly, “never-ever-ever.”
	“Ok, I believe you,” pause, “but have you wanted to?”
	That was different and met with a startle, sure; but not an out and out “No, not ever.”  
	Invader Number Three stood the little ones up—and down came their pants.  
	“HEY!” blurted out Preacher/Daddy Mark.
	Invader Number One brought up his personal electronic device and clicked it on.  Daddy Mark gulped, blinked his eyes and stared at the 1rst Invader, his face conveyed many emotions—rage, how-dare-you, and confusion.
	Both kids had pissed themselves, Invader Number Three helped the kids out of their wet pants and underwear.  Little Teri wailed, clenched her fists—which was tied behind along with her brother’s hands.
	“Go to them.” said the 1rst Invader.

	“Hey!” said Daddy Mark again, he then leaned over to be closer to the 1rst Invader’s ear and made a bare whisper, “that wasn’t a part of the deal!”
	Oh!
	“It is now.” smirked by the 1rst Invader.
	“You son-of-a-bitch!” bitched the preacher, “I’ll fucking KILL YOU!”
	“Easy now, Mr. Scimmylo, easy.” The 1rst Invader’s voice was calm.  He continued, “No harm, as I assured you, will come unto your family.” Well, serious physical harm…
	Mark Scimmylo was not overly satisfied with that and fumed, then released a mighty load of man spunk into his daughter’s turd canal.  The release, though, was not as sweet as desired.
	Matt came and faced his little siblings, Teri specifically.
	The Third Invader nodded to Matt, “Jerk off onto her face.”
	Matt nearly collapsed.  He shook his head, he couldn’t—not with the family present (and Teri awake to receive…)  but the 3rd Invader held his electronic device in his hand and waggled it; Matt could tell the son-of-a-bitch was smiling inside his Ninja mask.  “You fucking bastard!” Matt seethed.
	“Ought-ought-ought ah, now,” chimed the 1rst Invader, “though I do not normally ignore name calling, I will only tolerate so much.  It is most unbecoming.”
	Matt was out of his mind, beside himself; it was insane.
	“Please, Mr. Matt, do comply with Mr. Three’s command; and no harm will come unto thy family.”
	Matt needed a moment to get his composure; then, while his innocent sib stood near naked, sobbing, hands behind her clenching, big brother Matt masturbated—jerking off onto her sweet little angelic face three minutes later.
	When the cum flow began there was no stopping the flow or the action.  Matt jacked off, shooting his mess onto Teri’s sweet face, into her hair, mouth, and onto her chest.
	Invader Number Three had moved Teri’s top up over her head and down her arms, very basically rendering her naked while her brother strove to get off on her.
	Matt breathed hard, his cock was in extreme peril.
	“Lick his thing clean.” Whispered 3rd Invader.

	Teri’s mouth dropped, Matt had heard, as well as young brother Brad but no one else.  3rd Invader patted Teri’s ass encouraging her to comply.  She hesitated but was also encouraged by her brother who waggled his cum dripping pud transmitting to her a subtle signal of “it’s ok, just do it.”
	Teri sobbed some but put her fingers about her brother’s leaking pud and began licking the sperm from the head of his cock and what had spilled on the shaft AND his balls.
	Naturally, Teri and Matt’s Mother went nuts.  So did their Daddy who thrashed in his chair, but he didn’t particularly explode.  Teri didn’t particularly care for the taste of the sperm—“ewewew, it tastes yucky!”
	Teri did clean up her brother’s cock, though, despite the yuckiness.  Thereafter she was returned to the floor, laying on her little brother, her legs open—and big brother Matt assigned to licking her little cunt.  Matt shed some tears, begged, shook his head, but at length “went down” on his nine year old sister and licked her cunt—good.
	Teri, though upset by the whole ordeal, giggled some; she flailed her legs about, flinched and contorted as her brother’s tongue touched her in special ways causing her to experience her sexuality.
	After a few minutes and Matt realized his cock was hard and his time was up, he looked up to the Third Invader, ‘don’t make me do her.’
	“I wouldn’t think of it,” returned the Invader, “that would hurt her, and we don’t want that, do we?”
	But Matt got the feeling that though lo HE was not going to screw his little sis, someone was.
	Meanwhile, Carleena had sucked her Daddy’s cock hard again, using her panties to clean it off (from being freshly expunged from her asshole.)  She then mounted him, guiding his hard-on into her sex, taking him all and the “riding” him until he blasted off a massive load inside her womanness.

 	The phone rang, and rang, and rang some more.
	Someone came to the door and knocked, rang the doorbell, left a package on the steps.  The grandfather clock in the living chimed the time, 3PM.  
	“We need to start wrapping this up.” Invader One said.  The other two pillars of the community nodded.  A few more “odds and ends” to take care of; such as:
	Young Brad “got some” from both his sisters; Teri firstly, sucking his dick followed by big sister doing the same.  Then, untied, Carleena helped position Brad onto Teri and guide his penis into her sex.
	Meanwhile, Matt fucked his Mom’s ass.

	Invaders Two and Three restrained the wee kids, hog tied Matt, then took Carleena—that is to say they double teamed/penetrated her.  Much to the dismay of her father who blatantly exclaimed, “This was not a part of it!”
	He was ignored and watched as his first born was double penetrated on the floor before him.  Carleena floundered about as her pussy and asshole were well humped; the two Invaders manhandling her breasts giggled incessantly and humped their fill for over five mintues.
	Invader One took his manhood to Ms. Scimmylo—causing her husband to break a wrist in the binding.  He bitched a slew of obscenities most unbecoming of a seasoned preacher.
	Invader Two went to child number three, Teri.
	“NOOOOO!” yelled out her father.
	Invader Two paid him no mind and spread Teri’s young legs open and began eating her out himself.  Invader Three sucked on Brad’s pud, then brought him to sit on Carleena, having him fuck the girl while he himself spanked the boy during the action.
	Invader Two rubbed his penis against Teri’s cunt, but did not enter her.  He ejaculated a great deal, sufficiently coating the child’s pussy and then her chest and face (again.)  She was taken to her sister who had the unpleasant task of cleaning her.
	Then, the little girl sucked on her Daddy’s cock.
	Mark glared at the three invaders, especially the 1rst one.

	Gina and Carleena were positioned on their hands and knees; Gina sucked on seven year old son’s cock while behind her her fifteen year old son fucked her in the ass.  Beside them, Carleena received her Daddy’s cock in her ass…
	The grandfather clock chimed the time of 4PM.
	The three Invaders still remained “unknown”; their black outfits continued to conceal their identities, save for the exposed puds.  Invader Three fingered little Teri, he had removed a glove to get the hand on bare flash feel, fingered her vagina and then finger fucked her asshole.  When she fussed, she got a sharp spank to her ass.
	As the girl’s enraged Father watched—with his dick in his daughter Carleena’s ass, he fumed as he watched Invader Number Three molest Teri.  And after much ado of fingering and spanking her, the Invader got the girl to suck him.
	Mark turned his glare to the First Invader, “you son-of-a-bitch,” he seethed angrily, “this wasn’t a part of the deal!”

	The First Invader cocked his head, smiled and something to the effect of “perks of the game.”  It was at that time when Daddy Mark, Preacher of a moderately sized community church, father of the year winner, dutiful husband, blasted a hot load of man spunk into his teen daughter’s asshole.
	The event took precedent overall and he concentrated on humping.
	Matt unleashed his own torrent in his Mom’s hole; a huge fantastic blast erupted fully; he humped and humped then pulled out to unleash the remainder all over her white fluffy cheeks.
	A bit of rest, the grandfather clock indicating the time had moved along half an hour more.  Using his wife’s panties, Mark cleaned off his cock—this so as his daughter Teri could grip his stick and suck it.  He in no way wanted to involve her in such a disgusting deed.  But he had no choice.
	Carleena and Matt were screwing, or Carleena was ON Matt; and while she took his dick in other cunt—she sucked on Brad’s cock.  Meanwhile, Invader Two spanked her ass and when it had reddened from the abuse he mounted her, forcing his cock into her asshole and going for it.
	
	The Invaders took their leave of the Scimmylo family, they would never be the same again.  No commands were left with them, like the popular “everyday” decrees.  No EMADs had been used.  The Mommy’s mind was basically “gone.”  Daughter Carleena’s mind was not “gone” per se, but she was “lost” just the same.  Matt was ok, sort of.  Teri and Brad had been traumatized but would actually come thru the ordeal fair enough.
	Daddy Preacher Mark Scimmylo—well, he had gotten more than he bargained for with his dealing with the Invader Trio.  A special organization whereupon a “setup” was planned, some monies exchanged beforehand, and pleasures otherwise quashed by morals and status were exhumed and explored at will.
	All in a day’s work…

*

No EMADs were used in the making of this film…
	At a corner house of that same day next door to the Scimmoylo household, more shenanigans were occurring.  This time, involving two fifteen year old girls and one of the girl’s ten year old sister.  This should be good.
	The girls, the two fifteen year olds, were in a bedroom, smoking a joint.  The ten year old was in the living room watching television when she thought she heard a noise—from the kitchen.
	She firstly checked her EMAD detector on her shirt, but it only illuminated the dull green light indicating that it was on and ready (to detect EMAD use.)  She listened and looked towards the kitchen, coming up onto the sofa and peering that direction.
	“Stacie?” she called out thinking that it might be her stoned sister hunting down munchies from the fridge.
	There was no answer but the little girl definitely felt that there was someone there.  There was,
	A doggie.
	At first Courtney was naturally frightened.  Her eyes widened, her young body clenched and she froze not even breathing.  The doggie was a black Labrador, had a friendly face, was panting and not appearing to be angry or anything of the sort.
	The dog, with no collar, bent down and gave a sort of playful bark, fell down and rolled, and sat up begging to be played with.  Little Courtney was all kinds of confused.  She firstly bounded to the front window to see if her Daddy had come home bringing her the doggie.  She had always wanted one but they hadn’t had a big enough backyard for one.  Plus she wanted a puppy, not a full grown dog.
	Courtney’s curiosity was way full to the brim.  Slowly and timidly she approached the black Lab, “Hiya!” she said in an almost squeaky voice.
	“I’m Courtney,” she said coming within three feet or so of the comical looking animal, “what’s your name?”
	“Gordon.” said a voice.

	Stacie took a hit off the joint passed to her from Dawn.  The two teens giggled at everything while they sat on Stacie’s bed.  Strange music came from the stereo on the dresser, the window was open with a fan turned the opposite direction to help rid the room of the happy smoke.
	Stacie McGill reeled in the joint she smoked, “Ah, wow, that is totally fucking awesome!” her hair of blond was long, straight, and unstyled.  She was tall, had good breasts, slouching posture, and a pleasing look over all—‘specially when it came to her ass.
	Dawn Shaffer had brown hair that was long, too, but just to her breasts and there was a little feathering to it, too.  Both girls had good complexions, no blemishes, and were well on their way to getting royally stoned.
	Then they heard the scream.

	Dawn tripped getting off the bed but managed to catch her self and she quickly followed Stacie as down the stairs.  Upon reaching the bottom step that emptied to either the front door directly ahead or Right to the living room or Left to the kitchen, they encountered a perplexing scene:  Stacie’s little sis, Courtney was in the clutches of a man, a stranger.
	And there was a dog present, too.
	“What the fuck!?” announced a partially stoned Stacie.
	“Holy shit!” blurted Dawn.
	The man held little Courtney to himself; he was juxtaposed between the living room sofa and the half-wall partition separating the living room from the kitchen.  He was squatted down with a knife to Courtney’s throat, a black Labrador Retriever at their sides.  Courtney had pissed her pants, too.
	“We gonna have a wee bit o’ fun!” snickered the man; he wasn’t too tall (‘specially when squatted down) had leathery skin, not much hair on top, big ears with gold small loop earrings, and needed a shave.  His clothes were okay, a Summer tank top that could stand a washing that had an emblem of a big rig truck flying American flags on front.  He wore, too, jeans with sandals on his feet.
	“Now,” the man spoke before the girls get catch their breath and say something, “we’re gonna do this the easy way; or,” he snickered, “if’in ye prefer, we can do it the hard way.” The last part of his sentence didn’t sit well with Stacie.
	“Don’t hurt her!” Stacie quipped.
	“Why, I ‘ave no intention of hurtin’ this sweet little lass,” he grinned and revealed the fact that he had missing teeth, yellow teeth, and broken teeth.
	“You just do as I tells ya and I’ll be on me way.”
	“What the fuck do you want?” bitched out Dawn.
	“Glad you asked, sweet pea,” he snickered, coughed to clear his throat, then patted Courtney’s chest, “how’s about you two take off yer clothes?”
	“Oh fuck!” Stacie blurted.
	The man resembling a pirate giggled and Stacie knew what was going to happen.

	The girls looked to one another hopelessly.  Stacie sighed, Dawn closed her eyes and in one fluid motion pulled off her armless blue top that revealed a great deal of midriff.  Stacie wore a green tank top; she pulled it off, gulped and waited a second.  Her eyes fell on her little sib and the knife at her throat.  “I’m sorry!” she conveyed to her.

	Courtney was too frightened to “receive” message, she stood trembling in place and waited.
	Dawn shucked her short-short blue shorts and stood in yellow polka dotted panties (and a basic white bra.)  Stacie slid down her knee length black knit breeches revealing her green bikini style panties.
	“Excellent!” blurted the Pirate.  He nodded to the girls, ‘keep going’ and they did, bras first, then their panties.
	Once the undergarments were at their feet they stood stark naked.
	“Are ye virgins by chance?” the Pirate asked.
	“Y-yes.” answered Staice nervously.  The question was so horrid it was difficult to answer right off—he might as well as asked if she were having sex with her Dad!
	Dawn, however, didn’t answer.
	The man stared at the girls, then nodded and smiled, “Come ‘ere.  Closer.”
	Timidly as if walking barefoot on the sun baked sidewalk outside the girls naked stepped closer.  The Pirate stared at the girls, specifically their treasure box.  “That’d be nice, says I, that’d be nice indeed.”
	Then,
	“Now, if’in ye be doin’ me the pleasure of layin’ down.”
	Stacie got a bad feeling, Dawn rubbed her stomach and looked pale—despite her very tan skin.  The girls, though, laid out before the Pirate, and as per his commands further, fingered themselves.  Then they opened their legs with knees up with Dawn having to bring her legs to where her knees touched her shoulders.
	“Well, well, now,” spoke the man, “what ‘ave we gots ‘ere, eh?” he licked his lips and took a long gander at Dawn’s treasure.  
	“It looks like you’ve been gettin’ a little now an’ then, eh?”
	Dawn was too petrified to answer.  The Pirate giggled
	“Well, let’s ‘ave a’nutter viewing proper, eh?” he directed the girls to get on their hands and knees, legs open with one hand parting their cheeks to reveal their booty box.
	It was a little more difficult to tell if a booty box had been “dug for treasure” but the Pirate looked hard, smiled, then directed the girls to a knew position—the infamous 69er.
	Stacie laid out on her back, her treasure box aimed at the Pirate scallywag and her sister.  Dawn lay on her, nestling her pussy down onto her friend’s face.  Dawn proceeded to nuzzle her face down onto her friend’s furry burger and lick.

	As Dawn and Stacie licked, and licked, and licked, and then licked some more, the Pirate pushed down Courtney’s shorts.  When Dawn saw this she looked in horror but was silenced from saying anything with the Pirate putting his finger to his rubbery lips and shaking his head.
	Dawn returned to mowing the lawn and the Pirate began digging for golden treasure by rubbing Courtney’s ten year old pussy.  

	Stacie tried to maintain herself but that was hard; she couldn’t see what was going on but feared that something was.  She licked half-assed on Dawn’s cunt, barely realizing that with herself at the opposite end, her tongue exploration of her friend’s muff was obscured.  She clung to Dawn’s soft ass trying to make since of what the fuck was going on.
	Going was was “going down.”  The naughty Pirate pushed down little Courtney’s purple panties and began rubbing a gnarled finger directly to her young cunny.  The little girl was bawling, sobbing, and all kinds a-feared.
	Stacie tried and tried to convey to the Pirate, “leave her be, let her alone.” But it seemed to only incite him more.  Finaly,
	“Alrighty, then, you can stop.”
	The girls were relieved.  Stacie slid out from under Dawn, sat up and was immediately sickened.  She retched and sat gasping for breath.
	“You son-of-a-bitch!” she screamed.
	“Easy now, lassy,” spoke the Pirate, “ye donna wanna be riling me.” He made his words clear and concise, ‘don’t piss me off, you’ll regret it.’
	“Now,” he said patting Courtney’s bare belly, “time for a bit o’ fun!”
	The “fun” involved the dog, Gordon.

	“You like doggies, doncha, lass?” the question from the horrid Pirate was directed directly to Dawn.  She looked petrified, nervous, and had begun to sweat.  She definitely did not want to answer—not in mixed company.
	“I’ll tell yaz sumptin’, lassy,” sneered the Pirate, “I’s already knows the answer!” he smiled and reared his head back, smiling big, eyes bigger.
	Stacie began to heave-ho. 
	“Ol, faithful friend ‘ere, Gordon, would likes very much to bury himself in yer treasure!”
	Dawn shook her head and Stacie looked as if though she were about to hurl.  “Oh my God!” she blurted as she knew what the Pirate’s plans were.
	“A little hanky-panky with ole Gordon ‘ere and I’ll be on me way.”
	Dawn doubted that, even Courtney knew that that was probably a lie.
	Stacie shook her head, “NO!” she wouldn’t submit to sex with Gordon.

	Little Courtney screamed—but it was cut short as the dangerous kitchen knife drew a thin line across her throat.  A trickle of blood was let and it was clear to the teen girls—he WOULD do it, he would slit the child’s throat without a thought about it.
	Dawn submitted and nodded her head, “Ok.”

	First up was to get ole Gordon hard.  Dawn, a pro, firstly found Gordon’s doggie dong and began working it.  Gordon stood on all fours, panting, wagging his tail, drooling and getting a “happy face”…
	After Dawn successfully got Gordon hard, she sucked him.
	Stacie was not left out; she firstly licked Dawn’s ass flesh, then her crack and hole, fingered the hole, then laid down on the floor again, parting her legs… 
	Gordon applied his tongue and dug for buried treasure.
	Stacie was sickened and retched as Gordon’s doggie tongue lapped expertly all over her virginal cunt.  She retched, one hand gripping the shag carpet while the other held onto her friend’s ankle.
	“He about ready?” the Pirate asked of Dawn.
	The made no verbal statement but nodded her head that it was so.
	Stacie clenched as Gordon’s tongue actually tantalized.  She strove to resist but that was hard not to submit to.
	Dawn placed her head against the dog’s heaving sides—and waited.
	She didn’t have to wait long.

	Still laying on her back, Stacie again stared into her girlfriend’s cunt; meanwhile, Gordon the Wonderdog slid his doggie dick in and out of it.  Meanwhile, Dawn slurped on the Pirate’s cock as it poked between Courtney’s legs.
	Stacie had a hard time not throwing up as she watched Gordon’s slick pinkish dick slamming relentlessly into Dawn’s twat.  Drips of mixed cum dripped onto Stacie’s face grossing her out a little more.  
	Gordon pumped and pumped, sped up and really rocketed into humping mode causing Dawn to began vocalizing as she sucked the Pirate’s schlong.  Her words were muffled but they didn’t sound to be words of displeasure—rather the opposite.  As she wolfed down gobs of the Pirate’s spunk, Gordon emptied his own into her cunt recess.  
	Stacie got a face full as the dog pulled out and squirted his mess onto Dawn’s ass.  The doggie sperm in her pussy, too squirted out and coated Stacie’s face making her very ill.

	As Gordon backed off licking himself, Dawn moved down her body down, her pussy, to nestle it onto Stacie’s face; she had to clean it.  While she did so; little Courtney was tied up, hands and feet behind her and put off to one side.  The Pirate then began rubbing his manhood against Stacie’s cunt while Dawn held them open.
	Stacie was a virgin.  Was.  The man made determinate penetration busting Stacie’s hymen and plunging himself all the way.  He paused half a moment once his cock was in to the hilt, then the pumping began.
	As Dawn sat up, her cunt squashing her friend’s cum coated face, the Pirate smiled to her and explained,
	“I saw you that day, at the beach, I did.”
	Dawn’s face went ashen, her mouth fell open.  She licked her lips and stared wide eyed blinking her pretty eyes in confusion.
	“Aye, you see, I was visiting a friend o’ mine at the lighthouse there, and one of me passions is taking photographs, aye.”
	Aye, he wasn’t a “pirate” in the since of a swashbuckling seafarer, but he played one for daily shows at a popular beach 8AM to 10PM irregularly, he was an actor.  In between shows he succumbed to his other passion, photography.  That paid a little scratch, too, but not as much as the acting bit.  But, with the zoom lens he sometimes zoomed in on pertinent particular information no one else was privy to; such as a naughty teenage girl taking it doggie style (from a doggie yet) under a dilapidated pier.
	Captivated by the girl’s antics (Dawn), pirate actor August Donald followed the girl (after her business with the dog.)  She rejoined her friends on the pier above and though she and they moved all over the boardwalk area, she was always in view of the Pirate—especially when she loaded up into the VW van that took her home.  The Pirate zeroed in on the license plate and was able to track it down via public access.
	How long he spent tracking her down wasn’t explained.
	He also had dirt on Stacie,
	“Why ye makin’ so much a fuss about the special goo, eh?”
	Not so long ago and Stacie McGill was slurping the schlong of Johnathan Shivvers.  The blasted a massive wad of teenage spunk that though most squirted into her mouth and down her throat, a great deal also splashed onto her sweet face!
	(once again, the powerful zoom of the Pirate’s camera aided by an equally powerful nite light-scope provided truths the Pirate would later use in his pursuit of the girls.)  Stacie and Dawn being together and friends was just a coincidence.

	Stacie took part in slurping the Pirate’s cock, too.  It was kind of disgusting—but she did it just the same.  The actual “taste” of the man’s cock was not so terrible, it was just the whole sordid episode surrounding.  
	Before he ejaculated he buried his cock into her treasure box, while she sucked on Gordon’s cock.  She resisted a great deal, but the threat of harm to Courtney and coaxing from Dawn put her into the ungodly task and she sucked doggie dick.
	After her pussy was filled with man cream, it was filled with doggie cream, too.  She assumed the doggie-style position, legs wide, mouth down on Dawn’s cunt, and the canine behind her, mounting, jabbing his cock into her box and fucking her.  The dog’s paws clawed at her tender skin, his slick cock slammed her relentlessly until the pivotal explosion a few minutes later.

	Once more the girls were positioned al la 69er, but tied to one another while the Pirate put his cock into Courtney’s treasure.  A gag of her panties muffled her screams as the terrible man’s cock invaded her delicate delicacy.  He humped and humped, burying his bone fully into her being extremely determinate to make her.
	Stacie and Dawn screamed and thrashed about; the Pirate paid them no mind and used his belt to smack their asses as they rolled about the floor.  It was chaos pure and simple.  The Pirate got his final nut off, spanked Courtney’s ass with Gordon licking her crack and hole.  
	The girls were left wallowing nakedly with cum stains in and on them.
	The Pirate tolt the girls, “If’in ye has any mind to be tellin’ anyone about this little shanghaie, I’ll be sure to post the pictures I have of ye doing naughty.” He smiled and stood to pee on the girls before putting his clothes on and leaving out the backdoor.
	Stacie vomited and Dawn just bawled.

*

Your friendly neighborhood festival of debauchery
	Staying on Hump St. and crossing the cross street Cummings Ln. (no, really) there was a park centralized in the area.  Not very big, but had enough to bring peoples of all ages to play on the equipment, have a barbeque, play chess, basketball, and volley ball.  A pair of bathrooms, no tennis court or pool, but a small structure where a small band could assemble; a gazebo surrounded by flowers and decorative shrubs and a fountain in front of it all made the park a nice setting to visit.

	There were some peoples in the park in the earl of the evening, lights were on but there were dark places to be private.  This was where Kyle Kilpatrick and Kimberly Covens were walking shoulder to shoulder, hand-in-hand.  Kyle was a little taller as per the norm for boy ratios to girls.  Kyle had handsome features, dark hair that was styled and trim.  He was seventeen.
	Kimberly was seventeen as well, long honey blond hair, pleasing appearance all over, trim body, and former cheerleader—the politics of cheerleading too much for her and so she quit and turned her talents to gymnastics.
	Kyle was an amateur boxer and track star.
	None of that helped them, though, when accosted by a masked man.
	The man came out of the bushes before them just as the two had entered into a secluded section of the park’s exterior boundary.  They had embraced one another and began kissing with Kyle’s hands caressing Kimberly’s backside, them moving down to playful spank her butt.  Just before he moved his hands inside her pants…
	“Hi there!” announced the masked man.  He wore a black long sleeved shirt, black jeans, black tennis shoes, and a black Zorro mask (no hat.)  He was armed with a dark metal handgun with an attached silencer.
	There was very little light but the time of day was right at dusk, the sun was down but the moon hadn’t arrived yet.  There was still “light” per se of day but it was fading.  There was enough light so as the two lovers could see the weapon and the danger they were in.
	“Dude, I-I got but ten bucks--”
	“I don’t want you’re fuckin’ money, Sport!” barked the masked man.
	Kyle “Sport” Kilpatrick looked astonished to the masked man, Sport was his nickname.  Only a few people really knew it, though; his parents, girlfriend, and schoolmates.  How’d this asswipe with a gun know it?
	“W-ha-what do you want?” asked a trembling terrified Kimberly.
	“Glad you asked!” smirked the masked man.  Motioning with the gun he directed the two teens further into the seclusion of the brush.  In a small-small clearing the man halted them.
	“Make any moves, Sport, and one of you will get it!”
	Kimberly had a bad feeling, if the masked man didn’t want Money then he wanted only one other thing.
	“Please, sir, let her go, she hasn’t done anything--”
	“Did I give you permission to speak, Sport?” the masked man asked with anger in his voice.  He fired a shot to prove the weapon he held was loaded.  The bullet just whizzed by Kyle’s arm striking the tree behind him.

	“JESUS!” bitched out Kyle.
	“No need to call on him!” the masked man sparked.  “You’re not worthy anyhow!” he added.
	Kim clung to Kyle and waited their fate.
	“Take off your clothes.”
	Kim knew that was coming.  
	“Oh sweet Jesus!” exclaimed Kyle.
	“Why are you doing this!?” begged Kimberly.
	“Glad you asked!” sparked the masked man, “but you’ll have to wait until later before I answer that.”
	Kyle clenched himself, cussed the masked man and to himself he vowed vengeance.  The masked man wavered the loaded silent gun and there was no choice; Kyle pulled off his golf shirt, kicked off his shoes, then pushed down his pants.
	Kimberly had only her top off by then.  She was in great fear, crying some and very confused with a lot of fright mixed in.
	Kyle stood in gray boxers.
	The masked man wavered his weapon and Kyle shucked his underwear to stand naked.  His cock was at half mast hard.  He was an athlete and in good form, tan somewhat, and had an adequate cock for sure.
	Kimberly was sobbing near uncontrollably and getting a little ill, but fear actually kept her in line from losing it completely and she unhitched her bra freeing her very nice titties.  Down came her pants and panties all at once.  Kyle helped hold her as she stepped out of her clothes and stood nakedly beside him.
	“Excellent!” beamed the masked man.
	“Now, he said looking to Kim, “suck him.”
	Kimberly looked shocked, this was unexpected.  She thought surely Kyle would be killed outright and she would be raped as he lay dying beside her.  Suck him.  Ok, she could do that.  And did.  On her knees at profile she took Kyle’s almost limp dick and began an instant oral session.  No teasing, no teeth raking the shaft, no diddling, no tongue lolling about the super sensitive crown—just engulfed the whole member and sucked.
	“First time for a BJ?” the masked man asked of Kyle.
	Kyle nodded that it was so.
	“LIAR!” shouted the man with rising anger.
	Kyle looked almost petrified.  How’d the fuck did he know?
	“You’ve cum off in a girl’s mouth before, haven’t you?”
	Kyle lost the color in his handsome face, he struggled to answer but couldn’t; Kimberly was giving him a wondrous suck and the light from one of the nearby light standards automatically kicked on.
	Kimberly made faces as she slurped the schlong, she pulled back and let the hard-on flop out.  She breathed hard, made more faces and panted hard.
	“First time?” the masked man asked of her.
	Kimberly nodded her head that it was so.
	“That’ll do, then.” he told her.  She was instantly relieved and slouched.  Was that it?  Was it over?
	No, not quite…

	Kyle laid down as per request of the masked man.
	Kimberly straddled her teen lover (of whom she had not yet made love to—but wanted to); faced the masked man, and guided his cock into her asshole.
	“Ever take it in the ass?”
	Kimberly was out of her mind; but not with being horrified at such a prying question—there was an answer (one of which she didn’t want Kyle to know about.)  She looked pleadingly to the masked man, ‘please don’t make me answer!’
	The masked man let it go and Kimberly slid her ass down onto Kyle’s throbbing erection.  She took it all with only a minute amount of difficulty.  Kyle’s eyes rolled to the back of his head—it was Fucking-A fantastic!
	Kimberly did all the work, bouncing up and down the cock, raising her self up to where the head of Kyle’s dong almost slipped out—then she plunged back down to repeat the process over and over.
	The masked man stepped up and firstly put the weapon into Kimberly’s mouth.  He had removed the silencer and pocketed it; only Kimberly knew that—Kyle’s eyes were at the back of his head and Kim’s body blocked the viewing of his doing anyhow.  Plus it was getting darker.
	“suck it.” commanded the masked man.
	Kimberly whimpered and sobbed but sucked on the metal barrel trying very hard not to lose total composure, or throw up.
	The man replaced the weapon with another weapon—his cock.
	Kimberly being very athletically talented sucked the man’s cock as well as continued up and down humping of Kyle’s cock!  Amazing!

	The girl sucked and sucked and sucked—then sucked some more.  The man’s nuggets slapped against her chin while she slurped and made appropriate noises determining her sucking prowess.  Through her silky hair the man roamed his fingers, gripping her hair tightly now and then as she began to bring him to that oh so sought after level of orgasmic bliss.  
	Kimberly tightened up her asshole and slowed her pumping as she swallowed the masked man’s love tool—then subsequent goo.  Amazing gobs of milky slime splurted from his piss slit coating all of the insides of the teenager’s mouth.  She had no choice but to swallow.  She grimaced and retched some, gagged some, but swallowed some, too.

	When done and done, Kimberly snorted snot (and goo) and hoped like hell it was over.  It was not.  The masked man pushed her to lay down on Kyle, maintaining his cock in her asshole.  The masked man then dropped to his knees and inserted the barrel of the .38 Special into her cunny.
	“Oh God!” Kimberly cried out, “Please, oh please don’t do me there!”
	Kyle held Kim’s shoulders and peered over the left one, “Leave us alone you crazy fuck!”
	The masked man did not “leave them alone” but jammed the barrel of the Special into Kim’s snatch box and wriggled it around, jamming it in and out before removing it and nuzzling the muzzle against Kyle’s balls.
	Kyle shut up and went very tight.
	The weapon did not discharge, though; instead, it went hard pressed against Kyle’s nut sac while Kimberly received orally the man’s tongue to her crevice.
	Kimberly’s legs flailed open and she wriggled greatly on her tightened up boyfriend.  Try as she might, and she did try, there was no denying the incredible feeling of being eaten out.  She moaned, bit her lips to try and keep herself from moaning; she flailed about helplessly with incredible surging feelings of ecstasy rising up within her.  Her nipples hardened and juices from her cunny began to flow.
	The masked bandit worked a very talented tongue all over Kimberly’s cunt, engulfed the musty poon, jamming the barrel of his Special into her virgin entrance before several minutes later sliding up her body and sliding into her sex his manly cock.
	“OH GOD!” Kimberly shouted; she uttered other words but they were lost in translation as the pumping from the masked man began and a new level of sexual bliss did Kimberly enter in.

	Slow methodic pumps did the man do unto Kimberly, the daughter of a prominent business man and also 2nd banana at a popular church.  Her Mom was a children’s choir director and real estate salesperson.  Kimberly was not an “A” student but close; she had her driver’s license and soon would have her own car.  She worked retail in a shop in the mall, had an older brother who was in college and a younger brother who was in grade school.  She was a “good girl”, but …
	As she was fucked, the masked man leaned onto her, manhandling her breasts with one hand, pressing the dangerous barrel of the .38 against her body with the other.  He leaned down and whispered into her ear, 
	“who been in your ass?”
	Kimberly felt suddenly ill; she retched, snorted and was close to having an epileptic fit convulsion.  
	“I’ll make it easier on you if you tell.” connived the man. 
	Kimberly, though, refused.  She shook her head and defied him.
	The man fucked harder, busting the girl’s hymen and causing great bruising to her thighs.  
	“It hurts!” she cried out, “Please stop!”
	The man thrust the gun barrel into her mouth saying, “It’d be a damn sure to have your brains plastered to his handsome fucking face!”
	This didn’t help and Kimberly lost it.

	After a bout of vomiting, it still wasn’t over.  Kimberly heaved her guts out until she got the dry heaves—it was most unbecoming of a girl of her stature and boyfriend Kyle was pissed.  The masked man, though, had the upper hand—the barrel of the .38 Saturday Night Special was jammed into Kimberly asshole.
	“Safe bet, ol’ Sport,” smirked the man, “that I can pull the trigger before you get to me.”
	“You fucking sick fucking bastard!” yelled Kyle.
	“Tsk tsk tsk,” said the masked bandit, “such words from a church boy!”
	Kyle, too, had parents who were “pillars” of the community; a Daddy who was a junior high principal and director of student services/youth pastor at the same church attended by Kim and her family.  The Mommy of Kyle taught music out of the home, taught music at the church, played piano at the church, and was a speaker for the women’s social group.

	Kyle went strangely silent, staring at the man.  “who the fuck are you?” he asked.  How’d he know so much?
	After Kimberly regained some of her composure she was moved back over to Kyle.  This time, she sat on his face.  Her cum laden cunt went right down onto Kyle’s face while she herself went down on Kyle.  Then, as she got Kyle going—remember, Kyle’s cock was just up her ass, too; the masked man put his cock into the girl’s corn chute and commenced to serious doinking.
	As his balls increased with tempo, slapping hard against the girl’s body, the man let it be known to the boy, “any attempt to grab my nuts or cause me to stop my progress and I’ll blow her fucking cocksucking head off!”
	And with her mouth tightly immersed onto Kyle’s bone, that would be bad—very bad.
	The masked man humped and humped and struggled to hump.
	Kyle had blasted a hot load of jiz into Kim’s mouth and was freaking out.  He continued to pump and squirt; Kim just recovering from heaving heaved some more.  Luckily her stomach contents were empty and she merely tossed back onto Kyle’s cock his own cum…
	Yum!

	Rivers of cum spewed out of Kimberly’s well fucked asshole; and it all ran down the crack of her cunt and onto Kyle’s face!  The masked man exhaustedly sat back admiring the shimmering fanny before him (and the cum spewing from the hole that was slowly closing.)
	“Hot damn!” he said, “that was fucking-a catastrophical!”
	Kyle was too distraught and sickened to catch the uncommon catch phrase.  Kimberly, though, turned her head and stared at the masked man.  She didn’t say anything, her mind was too wrecked to clearly make a connection, but she knew the uncommon catch phrase, she had heard it from a former friend of Kyle’s…
	Ut-oh!
	Kimberly had no fight in her and she was easily rolled off.  Darkness was coming on them but there was enough light from the nearby light pole to give them so-so lighting.  Kyle had no strength and was easily repositioned, over a nearby log.
	“Hold his legs.” The masked man said to Kimberly.
	The girl held Kyle’s legs out while the masked man secured Kyle’s arms outward over the log, his wrists bound with duct tape and rope; the rope secured to a stake previously driven into the ground at an angle.
	Then, his legs were spread out and his ankles affixed in the same manner as his arms/wrists.  Thereafter, the man stood and fetched from a backpack a canteen.
	He offered the drink to Kimberly who firstly refused.  What was next?  Who was this fucked up masked man?  Kimberly’s asshole hurt, her pussy and thighs hurt, and she was still with that sickness in the pit of her stomach.
	“I still wanna know who fucked you in the ass?” the man said squatting down and tapping Kyle’s ass flesh with the gun.
	Kimberly gulped, she sweated, smelled awful, and was no longer the bright cheery cheerleader she used to be.  She tightened up all over and refused to say who had formerly “been up her ass.”
	The masked man began inserting the muzzle of the .38 into Kyle’s rectum.
	“Don’t worry,” scoffed the man, “it’ll only hurt for a second or two!”
	Kimberly’s eyes bulged; she retched, shook her head pleadingly,
	“Please, oh God, please, please don’t do this!”
	“Just tell me what I want to know, then!”
	Kimberly wailed, heaved and sobbed, then broke down spilling truths:
	“Jojo and Buzz.”
	Silence.
	“WHAT!?” suddenly blurted a delirious Kyle.
	JoJo was her Chow mix doggie, Buzz was her little brother.
	“Good girl.” Then, “sick, but good girl.”
	Then, while a heaving/sobbing Kimberly watched, Kyle was sodomized.  Firstly with the muzzle of the Saturday Night special jamming not so nicely into the boy’s tight virgin shit pipe; then, by the masked man’s rock hard cock.
	Kyle fucking flipped out.
	Before his screams could get out of hand and draw unwanted attention, the masked man had Kimberly go over the log and place her cunt up to Kyle’s mouth.  She had to lay with her shoulders on the ground, her ass up on the log.  Kyle firstly refused to “mow the grass” but did so as he, too, broke down.

	After several long incredibly long enduring minutes, the torture of Kyle’s ass was over.  The man pulled out with extreme rivers of goo spewing from his hole.  Goo and blood.  The man laid on Kyle’s sweating heaving body and got Kimberly’s attention.
	“Now I’ll answer your question.” 

	Off came the mask that was a simple sheet dyed black with a couple of holes for the eyes and nose.  Tousling his sopping wet hair he stared into Kim’s eyes.  Her mouth opened in shock and horror.
	“Oh my God!” she said, “it’s you!”
	Tom, “the masked man” smiled and nodded, “yep, it’s me.” 
	Kyle turned his head and couldn’t make the connection, he was seriously fucked up.
	“Hiyaz, ol’ Sport,” Tom said, “how the fuck are ya?” he smiled and humped his body against Kyle’s.  He then returned his attention to Kim,
	“’member a few months ago when I was kicked out of my house--”
	“For raping your sister!” Kim blurted in.
	“Wasn’t me, Kimmie,” Tom said seriously, he didn’t finish but patted the barrel of the gun onto Kyle’s head.
	“Fuck wad here got her pregnant.  And I was blamed.”
	Kim heaved again.  “What!?” she needed clarity.
	“Well, seems that Anna and Kyle were getting chummy, and she had seen him jerking off in the garage during that party.”  
	“I know what you’re doing.” she had said.  
	Kyle and Anna sneaked out of the garage and behind the garden shed where he properly showed her what he had been doing; and he convinced her to suck him.
	She firstly was “convinced” to play with his dick, his balls, and then to take her clothes off.  He paid her to do so.  Tom and Anna being siblings had seen one another naked and in various stages of dress and undress.  That was a given.  But there had been nothing like what Kyle was doing; Anna was mildly aware that her brother did such a thing, but she had never been able to actually fully see and or watch (up close and personal.)
	Ten dollars and she was “handling” Kyle’s cock.  She worked the erect organ, fondled the hairy balls and was greatly amused by it.
	Twenty dollars got her to “kiss” the head of it.
	Five more dollars got her convinced to suck the head of it.
	It escalated from there.
	More money and Anna did more—like for fifty bucks she stripped off her clothes, all of them.  Kyle then ponied up another ten to let her let him lick her cunny.  She liked.  A lot!  And Kyle liked—a lot!  He mostly fingered her bald pussy, for twelve, she had barely any pubes—or breasts!  But Kyle didn’t mind and he licked the girl’s cunny to his delight.
	And he delighted greatly and for the sixty and promise to take her to a movie the following day—she let him jack off onto her.

	It took a flat one hundred dollars before Anna let Kyle sink his cock into her cunt.  She was good!  A budding entrepreneur!  Most the monies she kept safely hidden, but was able to buy gifts for her brother, parents, best friend, and herself.  
	The first encounter (sexually) was not as memorable as anticipated—to a guy it was no biggie; a girl, though, went thru stages of emotions as well as discomfort.  Kyle, ever the gentleman, told that with “experience” it would get better and she WOULD enjoy it.
	What a guy!
	So they fucked more with “encounters” at least two times a week—sometimes more than that.  And Anna WAS getting better at it; her pussy was not as sore as it had been and soon Kyle was reaming her in the ass, too (for fifty bucks he was.)
	Then came the time when Anna’s Monthly Visitor skipped town.

	Darkness was encroaching more and more, it was after midnight and the stickiness of the listless Summer air mixed with the staleness that surrounded the trio.  Kimberly was more sickened than ever, and still poised with her shoulders on the dirt ground and her muffin in the face of her boyfriend.
	She was absolutely livid and horrified beyond belief at the tale Tom fed her.
	When it became known that Anna was pregnant, Tom’s parents blamed him and after his Dad beat him near to death, he was kicked out.  Anna was so traumatized (by being pregnant and witnessing the beating her brother received) she failed to mention the tidbit fact that Tom wasn’t responsible.
	 Tom went to the streets and hid out—plotting revenge.
	What his sister’s status was currently he didn’t know.
	“She got an abortion.” spewed Kyle sputtering.
	“You still fuckin’ her ol’ Sport?”
	Kyle couldn’t reply, he heaved and began retching—Kim had begun peeing—right into Kyle’s face.  Whether she did so voluntarily or “just because” or whatever wasn’t known but it was a good healthy piss.
	Tom sat up and moved off of his former best friend.  His vengeance had been tempered.  He stood on waverly legs and urinated a strong stream onto Kyle’s ass and backside.
	Kimberly moved, she wasn’t tied up, tumbled as she tried to get up and brush herself off and then climb over Kyle and the log.

	“What now?” she asked.
	Tom didn’t answer, he drank from the canteen, handed it to the girl and this time she took it.
	It was booze.
	They walked away haphazardly in no particular direction.
	“Would you have really--”
	“Killed you?” Tom smiled, shook his head and clicked the trigger of the .38.  “It’s empty.”  And it was, there had only been one bullet and it wasn’t destined for anyone, just to get the point across.
	Kim looked to Tom, “How’d you know about JoJo and Buzz?”
	“You’re Mom hired me to fix that gutter,” he took a swig from the canteen and offered it to Kimberly, she accepted.  “I was taking measurements one day and saw you in the garage.”
	Kim bowed her head, rubbed her stomach.  She then hit Tom on the arm.  She had anger in her for the torment he had put her thru, but the torment he had gone thru because of Kyle was even worse.
	“Sorry.” he said.  Rubbing his own stomach he turned from her to stare off into nothingness.
	“What are you going to do, now?”
	He shrugged, “I don’t know, don’t care.  I’ve done what I wanted.”
	“I hadn’t planned on YOU being involved, I just wanted him to suffer.”  
	Kim came up behind him, “You really scared me, fucked me up,” she held her anger but it was right there—she HAD been tormented, sickened, frightened out of her mind; but somehow she was compensating.
	“I don’t know what to say.”
	“Aint nothing to say.”
	“I’m sorry for what happened.” Kim said moving up against him.  She squeezed him with her arms about him, then dropped her hands down to his dangling pud.
	Oh!?

	A whippoorwill called out in the dead of night, gnats and mosquitoes swarmed and on her knees, Kimberly Anne Covens slurped Tom Garrick’s cock.  She got him hard, swallowed spunk and clutched his balls—tight.
	Then tighter.
	Then real tight.

	When Tom got the message that it was no longer a normal blowjob it was too late.  Kimberly had a latch on the boy’s cock and as it somewhat softened in her mouth jutting gobs of spew—she clamped down as hard as she could—severing the penis.
	Too shocked was Tom—his eyes bulged and his screams were choked in his throat.  Kim bit down on the extended organ using all her pent up force to sever the member completely; she then spat it out, retched and threw up uncontrollably.
	Tom fell away screaming in garbled screams folding himself up into a fetal position with blood streaming thru his clamped fingers about where his cock had been.
	Kim sat watching him, heaving some.  Sighting the dropped canteen Kim picked it up—but it was empty.  Undaunted she rummaged thru Tom’s backpack finding a small bottle of whiskey often found in clutches on a convenience store counter by the register.  She also found a box of ammo.
	Ut oh!
	Kim drank from the whiskey bottle while loading the Saturday Night Special.  Then, while Tom contorted on the ground slowly bleeding to death, she shoved the barrel of the gun into Kyle’s asshole.
	And pulled the trigger.
	Oh!

*

“I know what that is” second look
	Across the service road and a small patch of well kept land was a church.  Of course!  Moderate size with trees, a HUGHE back area for picnics, ball games, social gatherings, etc.  Parking was on the sides and front.  White clapboards made out the exterior of the structure erected just after the Turn of the Century.  It was complete with a small foyer/meeting congregating area separate from the nave, the center of the church where the worshippers came to—worship.
	There, too, was a baptismal tank for the dunking of worshippers (whether they needed it or not.)  Hallways (short) that led off to offices, Sunday School Rooms, Adult Sunday School rooms, conference rooms, janitors’ rooms, store rooms, and the like like that there.
	The church also had a bell tower.

	The church was in the midst of a social gathering; it wasn’t the typical Sunday service call but a mere social gathering.  Andy Donaldson made the rounds of the quaint Americana church; he was a regular and most folk knew him, or of him.  Andy had musical talent, among others; he wired the church’s sound and lighting, operated the sound board, and was also helpful in the kitchen.
	So he knew the layout of the old church and had keys to all the rooms.
	Hmmm
	 For awhile he socialized, picked targets, helped serve some food and drink, make notes of sound duties to tend to the following day, and—
	What was that about “picked targets?”
	Andy was not very tall, just hovered at six feet even.  Proper weight, wore good clothes, good jeans and street shoes. 
	“I know what that is.” sparked a young voice close by him.
	Turning Andy met the pretty blue eyes of young Beth Rodden.  She was nine years young, blond hair, thin build, nice ass.  He smiled to her and was temporarily at a loss to her statement.  In his hand he held a plastic cup of punch, his other hand was buried in his jeans’ pocket.  
	Beth was blushing and not quite looking at his face or drink…
	Andy then so noted that he had a hard-on.
	A slight panic ensued, some trickling of sweat, and a brief lapse of security.  He moved himself, turning so as no others milling around could see.  He searched quickly for the Roddens but didn’t see them, but he knew they were present ‘cause he HAD seen them earlier.
	Beth giggled; she wore a light blue top; her golden honey blond hair touching her shoulders—usually she had her hair in a fluffy ponytail, but not today.  She was flat chested, basic flat bodied ‘save for that wondrous little ass of hers.  Long jeans that snugged her body and Andy’s “hard-on” got harder.
	‘wanna see it?’
	Beth at first seemed to be frightful, but it passed in and she was illuminated with glee and embarrassment.
	‘Go down the hall, three doors, stop at the water fountain.’
	Beth turned and bounded off happily.
	Andy checked the area for her parents again and upon sighting them not casually made his way down the hall, three doors down.

*
Life changes
	It wasn’t a “new” car, but not a clunker, either.  A little TLC with help of his Dad and the 1968 Camero hit the streets with a thunder.  It also hit a brick wall on 3rd and Chestnut east of Main St.  Racing against another fella in a souped up ’71 Chevy the inexperienced Andy lost it half way down the street; a tire blew and the Camero ran headlong into the brick wall of Poulson’s Deli.
	There was significant damage; not so much as to Poulson’s brick wall, but the car was really dented in and Andy didn’t fare so well, either.  He actually was near death but somehow pulled thru.  It was a life changing experience. 

*

	Beth awaited him at the water fountain she had been destined to.
	Andy quickly but not so quickly as to draw attention to himself concealed her with his bod, then opened the storage room and ushered young Beth within.
	Locking the door from the inside and then planting at an angle a plank board from the floor to the doorknob ensured security.  There were other security measures, too.  Andy was aware and had “planned” ahead.
	The store room held furnishings, pews, tables, desks, kitchen equipment, office equipment.  Andy escorted Beth to the back where they were even more secure.  The room was partially lit by a small light from the ceiling; cooling came from the central a/c and the vent that was usually closed now opened.
	Squatting before the young girl, Andy admired Beth overall quickly, holding her arms, lusting.
	‘How did you know?/ he asked of her (about her previous statement of “I know what that is.”)
	Beth, ever smiling, no worry, no concern, cocked her head and said, “I’ve seen my brother’s.” Beth had an older brother, Harold, who was approx. thirteen.  
	This led Andy to inquire, “Has he seen yours, seen what you look like between your legs, where you pee?”
	Beth blushed and nodded her pretty head quickly that it was so.
	Hmmm
	‘Does Harry “touch” you where you pee?’
	Again, Beth blushed and nodded her pretty head and indicated that it was so.  Andy was very pleased and amused—and aroused.
	‘So, then,’ he asked nextly, ‘have you touched HIS?’
	Beth very muchly blushed—and though she didn’t verbally confer it was conveyed just the same.
	‘Have you—put it in your mouth!?’
	Beth lost some of her blushing-embarrassment; replacing it with shock.  That faded in a second replaced by a plain face ready for a new inquiry.
	Andy ran his hands up and down the girl’s arms,
	‘You like Andy?’
	“Yes.” she answered beamingly (and truthfully.)
	‘Would you really like to see his pee-pee?’
	Again, her face returned to seriousness.
	‘If you saw Andy outside, behind the church by the end of the parking lot (where it butted against some brush and woods) and he was peeing, would you secretly watch him?’
	Confusion.  Too long an inquiry.
	High pitched voices alert Andy and he froze a second, then moved to one of the high windows.  There was a door that led out but it was blocked by furniture.  Andy scrambled onto one of the pieces of furniture and peered out the grimy grimed stained window—children were running amok at play; Liesha Mullhulland did a cartwheel revealing to all who watched her her nice crisp pink panties on her nice young seven year old body.  Nice.
	Back to Beth.
	Very carefully he undone Beth’s pants and tugged them done.  He took his time but his cock throbbed and ached.  Andy was very well groomed, clean cut, and precise in his actions.  He took Beth’s jeans down to just her knees, he like ‘em that way.  She wore multi-colored panties, basic blue with lots of mixed colors in an odd pattern all over them.  
	Gently he patted Beth’s butt then traveled his hands up along her sides, thumbs pressing at where her young budding breasts where concealed inside a dainty First Bra.
	She smelled good, too; of oranges strangely.  She was a true cutie and Andy held off no long and pulled the girl’s panties down to her knees.  Careful examination told him that she was still a virgin.  Her brother merely fingered her cunt, Touchy-Feely with Exposure but nothing more.

	His hands cupped her butt and he felt the trickle of his love cream soiling his underwear and nads.  That was a nice-nice ass, soft and supple (and young.)  Beth breathed and stared straight ahead—the small EMAD detector fastened to her watch glowed faintly…

	Discovering his upgraded implants was at first frightening for Andy, he didn’t understand them or how to use them.  It was at first awkward to the point of being clumsy.  When he conferred with a doctor who had been on the team bringing his broken body back to life—he was enlightened:
	The implants were not supposed to be in him.  The implants had been destined for another patient in a similar case-accident.  The implanting of the implants into Andy were by mistake.  The doctor vehemently told him to keep such knowledge to himself—‘never make mention of it, let it be known to anyone.’  Andy’s medical records were destroyed and no trace of his being at the hospital were to be found.
	Learning to cope with the implants took some time, his left arm/hand was significantly stronger and helped him in manual jobs: launching a basketball to hit the basket 100 percent of the time, and working odd jobs that required heavy lifting.
	The eye and ear implant took a little longer.
	But he learned their idiosyncrasies; he could see trajectory travels of his basketball; he could hear a rat fart at 2,000 yards.  There were “other” discoveries of his enhancements that took time to “discover.”
	His parents were good people, hard working—both of them.  Andy himself was a good person and also hard working.  He didn’t remember the accident and actually didn’t remember a lot before that.  
	
	Completely naked the youngster Beth was laid out on a sofa.  Very-very slowly Andy smoothed his hands all over the front of her body; but time was a precious commodity as the little girl couldn’t be “missing” for long or her parental units would start to worry.
	Beth was amazing; such a sweet little body!  Andy took it all in, his normal eye and his electronical eye.  The normal eye would be able to store the image of Beth in his mind’s memory; the electronic eye would be able to store the image in a computer-like memory of which later could be viewed within the mind like a normal memory, or transferred onto a wall, ceiling, projection screen, whatever.
	His hands gently caressed the young’un, tweaking her budding breasts’ nipples, smoothing over her chest and stomach, but mostly interested at her smooth hairless poon.
	Time was getting on; Andy “went down” on the girl, opening her legs and delving his tongue and fingers into her sex.  It was good.  She was clean and fresh with just a fair hint of pee.  He licked and licked, forcing his tongue into her crevice with rapid and wicked succession.
	She was a virgin.
	That was too bad…

	His electronical eye.  It allowed him to see at night as if it were day.  He could SEE the rat dropping the turd at 2,000 yards!  But other quirks of the implant were soon to come to light—a different light.  The implants all put Andy into following the electrical field of study; and he was intrigued with discovering more and more about his personal enhancements.
	One peculiar “enhancement” gave Andy the ability make well for himself.  Again, though, it took a little doing and he used the new found ability sparingly and with some finesse.  He didn’t pursue bank robbing or convenience store robbing, just enhanced his “deposits”; made electronic transfers via manipulating the bank’s computers while he stood at the teller’s station and such as the like like that there. 

	Beth was willing to be naughty, with her brother—but only so far.  She was very curious (and naïve.)  There was no “daddy” figure in the house and hadn’t been one in a long time so Beth only had her brother to learn from.  But the brother was not so much embarrassed as he was frightened of getting caught or getting Beth pregnant.
	Beth DID finger herself, but she was not a pro at it.  She DID know that boys (all boys) played with themselves AND how they did so.  But she didn’t know was exactly why.
	Of Andy she did like him and sort of actually by the way had a crush on him!  She just thought that he was handsome, nice features, and dreamy.  It was very personal to her and she kept it to herself, though.
	Knowing what Andy had growing in his pants--would she actually “look” at it if he should “whip it out” like her brother did?
	Yes!
	Touch it?
	Hmmm, maybe.
	The notion of anything else like, suck, stroke, or even kiss (the head of his pee-pee) wasn’t even acknowledgeable.  She would, though, go off somewhere privately if he wanted her to so he could “show” her his pee-pee without him getting into trouble.
	That was interesting.
	Would she keep the secret?
	She guessed so.
	Hmmm
	With his tongue wearing out it was time.
	Andy’s dick was throbbing hard and no amount of simple hand jerking was going to appease it.  Down came his slacks and underwear and up against Beth’s cunt did his aching cum spewing Russian cock go.
	Penetration, though, was not possible.  Not without hurting her—and Andy did not wish to do so.  He had feelings for her and wanted her to go on with a normal life after being doinked.  So he humped.  It wasn’t as pleasurable as getting off inside her, but it was close.
	Furiously he rubbed the head of his manhood against her entrance, forcing it into her sex; if he hadn’t of known the girl or cared for her he would have simply went ahead and penetrated her and raped her good.  His cock throbbed, pulsed, and squirted loads of cream—but even that special lube didn’t help with entry.
	Holding her legs up against his blue dress shirt he humped on her cunt until unimaginable squirts of jiz showered the child’s body.
	‘Would you let your brother fuck you!?’ he asked desperately.
	“Maybe.” She answered.  She was in some fear of that copulation; her Mom would KILL them if she were caught naked with him; they had been caught naked before—but not together sexually and they had received admonishment.  Punishment?  Spanking?	
	Spanking, bare assed, then grounding and severe scolding.
	Andy smeared his personal mess all over Beth’s cunt, then with a finger coated well shoved it into her equally tight asshole.  Beth made some faces and Andy stopped.
	Taking a clean finger and coating it in the mixture soiling her poon, Andy got her to suck it.  She made more faces as the taste of spunk was most unappealing to her.  Undaunted, Andy straddled her chest, took her head gently in hand and rubbed her lips with his cock, squirting more of his personal juices onto her lips, mouth, nose…
	‘Suck it.’
	Beth attempted so but was not particular into the deed.  It was gross.
	Andy’s lock on her young impressionable mind was firm; thanks be to his mistakenly implanted implants and months of personal crafting his electronic implants created a unique Mind Altering Electronic Device.  
	‘Have sex with your brother, tonight.’
	‘Let him see you naked.’
	‘Suck his cock.’
	‘Let your brother have sex with you.’	
	Andy definitely wanted to see that occurrence.
	Of course, for the girl’s “first time” there had to be precautions; there would be stabbing pain to deal with and the blood coating her brother’s cock.  No mention of the use of using a condom…
	Andy calmed down; turned Beth over and proceeded to lick her butt.
	He wasn’t quite done.
*

	Time was always a constant factor; he would greatly prefer to have Beth, and a few others, alone for an unspecified period of time.  Somewhere safer, more remote, secure.  He began formulating a plan…
	Teen girls and young adult women were a boon for him, sure; but his preference was “flat chested and hairless.”  Teen girls had a lot going for them; they were ptetty, tight asses, good titties, smiles, hair, fresh, and fuckable.  He liked all girls; colors, Creeds, Nationalities, whatever and wherever they were from, didn’t matter to him.  
	Jennifer Wayne, SHE was a hottie—blond hair to her ass, pleasing tits, a smile that would melt stone with eyes to match.  She always smelled so good, too.  She was seventeen and Andy wanted her—for a few minutes at a time anyways.  
	If he had “gotten some” from some girl before the accident with Poulson’s Deli wall—he couldn’t remember.  Girls were friendly to him and that was good, most were concerned about him and were “extra” friendly.  But none seemed to be to quintessential “girlfriend.”
	After a basketball game at the school one evening, Andy walked Jennifer home.  It wasn’t far and the two walked “hand in hand.”  There was a whole school of girls he wanted to spend time with, freshman to senior.  A few teachers, too.  
	Going across the parking lot of the library Andy “suggested” to Jennifer, “let’s go around to the back.”
	“Ok!”
	Jennifer was oblivious to the mind assault and manipulation—which was how an EMAD worked anyways.  It was dark out behind the library, and Andy saw a few boys of various ages lingering at a far end—his extreme optical eye gave him that insight; his upgraded ear implant heard the boys discussing breaking into the library and torching it—just fucking because.
	Andy wisely moved Jennifer out from the library area and found a better place, her own backyard!

	Yea, her parents were home, but she was in the safe company of that good boy, Andy Donaldson.  Up by the garage where there was a little light provided by from the kitchen Andy daringly got Jennifer to take her clothes off—all of them.
	He would have tried getting her in her bedroom, but so far he had only been able to effect the mind of one person at a time and not multiples like Jennifer’s Mom and Dad.
	Once she was nude, Andy just had to take her in—his eyes traveled all over her fine nude body.  It was overload, the girl herself and the girls yet to come.  There were fine young women he knew, family friends, and the workplace he was working out had incredible dishes he wanted to “eat”.
	Watching Jennifer strip down to her skin was incredible for Andy; taking off her top and dropping casually thrilled him, seeing her in her bra overwhelmed him.  He had seen plenty of girls in their bathing suits, the bikini ones really sent him; but seeing a girl in her underwear was something special.
	Down came her pants, slow and easy.  Andy let out a slow-low moan as the girl’s panties were bikini style, pink and white stripes with a nice-nice muffin.  He took a moment just to linger at her clad in just her panties.  Nice-nice-nice-damn nice.
	Then she pushed her panties down…

	‘first you put it in then you pull it out—boom-boom!’
	His hands went all over her nude body, it was phenomenal to Fucking-A Fan-fucking-tastic!  And the penetration to her teen twat was pretty good, too!  He first locked himself at an angle to her body, locking his arms while his hips did all the work, his prick thrusting into her sex in a rapid succession that increased in tempo with every other thrusting.
	There wasn’t sufficient light to see the nude girl as he would like but there was enough.  She was good, real good; the bouncing titties were a delight to watch; her sweet face; and her body naked before him, under him, over all pleased him to no end.
	Finally there was a release of orgasmic manly fluids like never before.  The feeling was more than anything he could imagine.  He was sure he had gotten off before, humping his hand, bed, pillow, or some girl (prior to the accident) but actually blowing his load into pussy in the Here and Now was mind blowing to say the least.

	When done, Andy lay on the heaving sweaty Jennifer; kissing on her and letting ALL his love tool empty it’s love juices into her sex.  His hands went traveling all over her body again, her hardened nipples pressed hard against his chest and excited him continuously.
	Time was getting on, though; Andy was aware of it, he himself had to get home soon, too.  His energy wavered between levels of exhaustion or “rarin’ to go some more.’  But he helped dress Jennifer, ‘that was some righteous pussy!’  He wanted in her mouth, between her tits and most definitely up her ass.  
	And despite his cock exploding love juices into her cunt, he licked it out just the same.  Her pussy reeked a little from the voracious pounding he had just done unto it, but he didn’t care.  He licked and licked, nipped the lips and got hornier and hornier.
	But time—there was just no time to re-fuck the girl!
	It was almost ten o’clock, he had to get home himself.
	But once inside the house and greeting Ms. Wayne, he discovered that the Mr. Wayne was called back to the hospital, he was a doctor.  Jennifer needed to shower and “freshen” herself (sex) up.  She made herself scarce and Andy—smiled at Ms. Wayne,
	‘Take off your clothes.’
	Oh boy—here we go again!

	It was the damnedest fuck he had ever had, or could remember.  His eyes fluttered, asshole tightened, and toes curled.  For a few moments while his cock ejaculated he was not in control of himself.  Ms. Wayne’s cunt though not as tight as her daughter’s, gave him excellent sensations just the same.
	In actuality, it felt like he was having one of those real good pees.  And somewhat did!  He didn’t care, the relief of ejaculation or peeing gave him the same relief whichever.
	For awhile he lusted and lingered on Ms. Wayne, fooling with her titties, humping her well humped cunt, and desiring to boink her every which way including spanking and peeing ON her (to wash away his spunk coating her face!)
	What a guy!
	Andy put the woman “to sleep” and returned to Jennifer…

	It was ten forty-five when he got home, his parents were annoyed and waiting up for him.  He explained (lied) that no one was home when he got Jennifer there so ever the gentleman he waited until the Mom at least got there.  Their son, never having lied to them before, was believed without question.  Andy took his shower and patted his well shagged out cock, ‘good boy!’ he chortled.

*

variety makes the cock go squirt
	Lauren Hewes was cute, a sophomore, and very-very fuckable.  Very.
	Lauren worked at a bookstore a few hours after school, Andy was on an errand for his Mom at said store and got wild ideas about her—mostly seeing her prance around in her underwear, then naked, squatting on his face, whichever.  
	She had a cute girlfriend with her; Andy thought the same of her.
	“Waiting for Cameron.” Lauren said not so enthusiastically.  Cameron was an older brother; he was out of school and attending some vocational school.  
	“I’ll give you a ride.” And how!
	With her shift over he directed the two outside discovering that he could manipulate two minds at once.  He was thrilled!  Lauren’s friend, Amanda, was cute—a tighter ass, really sweet face, and very-very fuckable!
	Slowly he moved the pair down the walkway before the mini stores to where it was “a little darker” and there he did some serious “groping.”  He knew he had to have them; naked, on his face, on his cock.  Lauren smelled wonderful, she was delicious and Andy practically screwed her right then and there!  
	Amanda Patrick was a timid girl, a little on the shy side, and a follower.  Andy fondled her breasts and couldn’t contain (or control) himself as he quickly with a fever undone her blouse and got to groping those wondrous titties.  His cock was near busting out of his pants—he had to get into her!

	In his car parked behind the short end of the “L” shaped mini mall Andy got Amanda’s pants off.  He took a moment, a long moment, to stare at the girl in her purple panties.  They were nice, snug, and made Andy’s cock spew.  Slowly he pulled the garment down her legs revealing her delicious treasure.  He wasn’t sure how exactly a guy was supposed to tell if a girl was a virgin or not—not until penetrating her.

	With his hand cupping her butt cheek Andy D made penetration into Amanda P.  It was snug and very pleasing to his cock; he still had no idea if she were a virgin or not—so he asked!
	‘Virgin?  Are you a virgin?’
	“No.”
	Andy smiled and began the tedious task of slow pumping.  Amanda made slow low moans and when Andy pressed her for who she had had sex with, she made mention of a couple of names; “Gary” and “Nelson.”  Neither Andy knew of but they would be probably sophomore boys and Andy only knew boys of his class.
	He asked no more questions and settled on releasing his love cream DEEP into the girl’s non-virgin cunny.  And like with boning Jennifer’s Mom, it felt like he was unleashing a real good pee!
	Fucking pussy was fucking fantastic!  And he had even screwed a woman!  With the power of mind manipulation within him there was no pussy, or any other hole, that was safe.
	There was, again, no time.  After unleashing a torrent of love into Amanda he had to hustle them home, to Lauren’s home.  But he did fondled Lauren out, cup and squeeze her breasts—but didn’t ask if she were a virgin!

	At Lauren Hewes home Andy found delight—Daddy Hewes was “out of town”.  Perfect.  There was an older brother, he was in college and not home.  Another brother who was at work and therefore—not home.  A younger brother—locked in his bedroom (whacking off (into a pair of his sister’s panties (or his Mother’s!))
	Andy knew he had Lauren and Amanda, he gave a try for Laci, Lauren’s Mom.  She wasn’t a bad dish; in her thirties somewhere, about six foot, slender enough to be delectable with good size adult sized titties.  Andy wondered how good her cunt was—and did she give head?
	Dinner was in the make and after Lauren introduced Andy, Andy locked eyes with Ms. Hewes firstly sending a signal that would “stun” her.  Her pausing and non-movement and “zombie” persona told Andy that she (anyone) was his.
	Sighing relief he pushed Lauren and Amanda into the hall the stepped up to Laci.  He made “checks” to ensure that she was under his control; waving his hand close to her face, stepping behind her and making a raspberry sound, brushing up against her ass and then “accidentally” brushing up against her breasts.
	She made no reactions so he continued:
	‘Take your pants down.’
	Laci Hewes wore light Summery off-beige slacks and complied pushing the easy on—easy off slacks to her ankles.
	“Hot damn!” he cheered.
	
	Getting the knack of communicating with the Subject had taken time, too; there was speaking aloud and speaking with thought.  Speaking with thought and transferring that thought along the electronic waves that held the mind of the Subject was a tricky thing to master.  But once done…
	Up against Ms. Hewes shameless Andy delved his hands down inside her black full brief panties, squeezing bare ass flesh.  He was out of control and almost ripped the woman’s clothes off.  Somehow he got a grip of himself and “gently” got her clothes off, sliding her full brief black panties off himself.
	He sniffed the crotch then shucked his own pants an underwear off (forgetting the turd brother in his bedroom…) and positioned Ms. Hewes on the dinning table where he firstly noshed on her musty cunt.  The cunt was somewhat trimmed and tamed; and to his surprise, there was a small tattoo of a unicorn!  It was off to the side of the cunt, a pissed off unicorn, snorting, rearing up, with a hard dick!
	Awesome!
	Andy licked and sucked on the cunt lips, opened the pussy and got an eyeful of the interior of a well fucked cunt and couldn’t imagine a baby coming thru such an opening.  He gave it no more thought and stood up, taking his rock hard throbbing cock and sliding it into the woman’s crevice.
	Though it was not a “tight pussy”, Ms. Hewes had a decent enough cunt to thrill Andy’s bone just the same and he blasted a hot wad of teen juice into her in quick session.  It was mind blowing as his dick reached an incredible level or sexual feelings.  The orgasm was the most fantastic feeling he had ever felt; it was better than peeing!
	The “shudder” came and lingered with him a while before he pushed himself off of the woman and stood on numb legs.
	“Damn!” he uttered aloud.  His cock ached, dripped cum, and rivers of cum drizzled out of Laci Hewes’ cunt.  He was marveled and astounded.  Then he went remembered Lauren and Amanda.

	In Lauren’s room which was the last room down the hallway from the kitchen Andy had both girls undress.  He stood naked watching them and growing intensely intrigued (and hard.)  It was pure joy to watch them undress—‘specially when it came to where they slid their panties down.  For some reason that was the best part!
	Then he had them get on Lauren’s bed, there was just the one bed in the semi-spacious room and being’s as it was Lauren’s room, Andy had her get on the bed first—then Amanda came nextly settling her cunt onto her best friend’s face.  
	It had been pure joy watching the girls follow his commands; undressing themselves.  It was the bomb!  He stood nakedly before them, stroking, and they were simply oblivious to that!  It was amazing!  Astounding!  Mind boggling!
	The girls were just simple awesome, ‘specially naked.  With each one he caressed, held, fondled their young breasts, soft asses, and fingered their young teenage snatches before placing them on the bed.
	As he got them to begin enjoying themselves 69ing, the need to dump hit Andy and he had to leave them.  Quickly he hurried the turd out of his ass and while he recovered from doing so, he heard a door.
	A bedroom door close by opened and closed.
	Then there was a “what the fuck!?” a boy’s voice, Lauren’s brother!
	Whoopsy!

	Paulie stood at the door to his sister’s room totally stunned.  His breath was gone and so was his mind.  He literally struggled to breath he was so shocked at seeing his sister and her girlfriend cunt munching.
	Andy zapped the boy quickly—then had him undress.
	Oh?
	Heeheehee
	Cum soiled Paulie’s shorts; checking in the boy’s room there were some nudy magazines and various panties, one was freshly soiled.  By comparison, Andy determined that the yellow bikini style panties were his sister’s, but there was another pair (in waiting) that were full brief and a bit larger and determinately determined to be the Mom’s.
	The cad!
	But typical boy doings.
	‘You want to FUCK your sister?’
	“Yes!” the boy answered trutfully.
	‘Have you and your sister been naughty, together, with each other?’
	“Sort of.”
	Sort of?

	Paulie and Lauren exposed themselves and Paulie masturbated before her, but didn’t cum—he had been too young to at the time.  Lauren fingered herself, showed him her ass (BA) and let him see her in the shower.  Lauren DID handle her brother’s prick and she DID let him finger her cunt.  But that was all.
	The same went for the other brothers, too.
	‘So, if she would LET you fuck her, you would?’
	“Yes!”
	Andy smoothed his hand over the boy’s ass, he was the baby of the family, baby brother, and got named after his Dad, Paul.  He was thirteen and in a serious ache to get laid.
	‘Uh, what about your Mom?’ he had her panties, did he think of screwing her while he screwed her panties?
	The boy could hardly come up with an answer, there were images in his mind Andy saw—of Paulie screwing his Mom; every which way, too.  On her hands and knees, and he not only humping her ass and cunt he was whipping her with a belt!  There, too, were images of him under her while she rode his cock.  He also had her in the shower and he was peeing on her while she was on her knees, sucking his balls!
	What a guy!
	But Paulie knew he had zero chance of scoring with his Mom, his chances of getting laid by his sister were better.  And Lauren, too, had hinted that if he used protection (i.e. condom) then she would be more willing.  Paulie had condoms but Lauren was still fearful and not quite ready to “give it up.”  Lauren knew that the horny boy had a pair of her panties, but not their Mom’s.  
	‘Time to make things right.’

	So, while Paulie put his pud into Lauren’s cunt, Andy put his pud into Amanda’s ass.  It was unfuckingbelievable!  Sensory overload!  Feeling of Amanda’s sweet ass; knowing she was sucking on Paulie’s cock as it slipped out of Lauren’s cunt was just too fucking much to believe.  It was awesome!
	Amanda spread her legs wider and Andy slid his prick all the way into her hole; his hands on her pillowy soft flesh he marveled at his task.  Beneath them was Lauren sucking not only on her best friend’s cum drenched cunt but Andy’s balls, too.

*

	On and on it went; balls slapping, cum shooting, sweats dripping.
	Andy swore he saw smoke smoldering from Amanda’s asshole…
	Sitting back with his naked sweaty ass on Lauren’s pillow Andy watched his cum squirt out of Lauren’s hole.  He was intrigued and awed beyond imagination.  The cum also dripped down onto Lauren’s face and that just awed him even more!
	He suddenly remembered Lauren’s Mom, Laci.
	“Shit!” he bitched allowed and raced to the kitchen—finding the woman still laid out nakedly on the table with cum drying on her well fucked cunt.  Andy went to her and found her still “stunned.”  He was awed even more.  
	He was also getting tired, his cock shagged out and then some.
	‘Go to bed.’ Andy said, he followed with his cock dripping and only half way interested in further pursuit of screwing her.  
	In Lauren’s room brother Paulie was finally fucking his sister.
	Andy had a convo with the girl, with Amanda, too, to allow Pauilie to “get some” now and then when he was at his horniest (or whenever he wanted whichever came first.)
	Both girls were to service him, mostly Lauren.  She was to spread her cheeks and let him drill her asshole until it was full of his brotherly love.  Both would be willing to engage sexually “whenever”; and to involve Amanda whenever possible, too.
	With that, Andy took one more turn with Lauren’s Mom.