August Moone
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 54
-Mini stories-
Descents of Depravity

Banging the sheep
	Her little ass was wondrous; wondrous Centurion, wondrous!
	There was so much glee within he could hardly stand it!  It was a bit overwhelming, though; just a bit.  Everyday it seemed he found a new nuance to the implants—and he did realize the problems that could come along with it.  Already he was risking himself, his business with Lauren and her family, his girlfriend, virtually no one was safe.  No one.
	Including members of his church.
	His time with Lauren and her family, and friend, had been mind blowing to say the least.  He had been right in the middle of screwing Lauren’s Mom, Laci, ONE MORE TIME when once more he heard a door.
	“SHIT!” he bitched.  Scrambling off the deliriously stunned woman he moved to the bedroom door and peered down the hallway seeing Lauren’s older brother standing at the entranceway to the kitchen, staring/gawking at the strewn clothing therein.
	Ah.
	In Lauren’s room brother Paulie was still “getting some” with his cock buried into his sister’s ass.  The power of mind suggestion, subliminal control, electronically manipulated was awesome!  Awesome, Centurion, awesome!
	In Laci’s room, Cameron age 18 humped his Mom.  Andy was totally blown away at his abilities, his own abilities.  The eighteen year old readily accepted Andy’s mind suggestions via electronically inputted and shed his clothes and willingly schlepped his salami into the cunt that had bore him eighteen years earlier.
	Andy found that Cameron had a sexual relationship with the oldest brother who was in the military.  Cameron preferred “guys” but was not opposed to girls. 
	With Andy’s help, Cameron would put his gay bone into his Mom and sister on a near constant basis.  (everyday)

	His desire to sink himself in a younger hole, though, increased.  Especially with Beth.  In the store room of their church Andy immersed himself with Beth’s ass.  It was a wondrous—truly wondrous ass he couldn’t believe it.  For long precious time he took in the girl’s ass; the hump, the crack, everything.  Parting the cheeks he stared at the marvelous “hole” and his desire to fuck it increased increasingly.
	There was little time, though; there was a church full of peoples with at least two of those peoples beginning to search for their “missing” daughter.  Andy was out of time.  But desperately did he want to spend time with little Becky, and in part—she did so, too!  She was willing to be naughty, just needed a little coaxing.  And Andy had the means in which to help that “coaxing” along.

	Dressing little Becky also thrilled him, with her mind his to control while he stood he got the young lassy to grip his dick, work it, and kiss it.  He stopped her, though, from sucking as if he let her do that then he’d just have to get her naked again and quite possibly submit to his desires.
	Once she was fully dressed, he himself dressed, and she ushered back out to where he almost frantic parents could find her, Andy found more stimuli to perplex and profound him.  With Becky, though, the “implanted” notion(s) were there—she was more than with just slightly with a crush on him; she was horny and was willing (with help) to submit sexually with him.
	The other stimuli got Andy attention and with himself in such a bad way (ultra horny) he casually followed the stimuli outside where they were playing.  The stimuli, Elly Blymon, Grace Hurbert, Lori Bain, and Megan Flowers—all eight years young frolicked ungracefully outside on the lush lawn; tumbling, romping, cartwheeling, unawares that doing so in Summer dresses, short skirts were “stimuli” for perverts who were in the congregation.

*

Little Red Riding Hood was never like this…
	There was tennis, golfing, bowling, and soccer.
	There was fishing, camping, hiking, and exploring caves.
	There was drag racing, tracing down an electrical problem, and heavy handed masturbating.  Andy Donaldson had an interest in all those and the first weekend after his shenanigans with Beth and his girlfriend and the Hewes family, Andy was distancing himself from the use of his implants and going camping.

	The implants were doing ok, and the use of the EMAD integrated with them was ok—but giving him a headache and earache.  High pitched ringing in his eyes coupled with some blurred vision made him leery and wary of over using the “gift” that was incorporated into his system.
	Camping was his favorite sport.  It encompassed so many of his other activities—hiking, exploring caves, fishing, and heavy handed masturbating in the open mountain air.
	He didn’t go alone, of course, he went with some church folk, other teen boys and girls and hoped that his use of his “gift” would be limited in use.  Well, fat chance of THAT happening!

*

	Andy went along with some other church members, specifically Mike McShane as it was with his family Andy rode with.  Mike’s wife couldn’t go and that suited Mike just fine—which we’ll see why in a few paragraphs.
	Mike and Andy got along fine; Andy played soccer and Mike was one of the team’s coaches.  Mike also was holding a spot open for Andy when he graduated high school at his workplace.
	Trisha Jane and Gennifer Joanna were Mike’s kids accompanying, they were twelve and eight respectively.  There was one on the way, too, which was part of the reason why the Wife stayed home.  Trisha and Gennifer were good kids and Andy liked them (a lot!)
	Despite leaving early from their homes, getting to the camping area took “a while.”  Part due to unscheduled pit stops, a flat tire, and missed turn-off.  Then, once arriving at said camping location there was the task of setting up camp which was tiring and time consuming.  Still, once down and done there was daylight left for to hike about some and scout the area out.
	There were some other campers in the area, not many, and those present were scattered.  Andy made tracks along the edge of a crevice where a good size overflowing creek had cut a channel thru the geography.  It was early Summer and the snow melt from up high in the mountain were making all the creeks run high.
	A wish there was for Beth to be with him, with her he didn’t have to use his implanted EMAD all that much, she was amazingly willing!  But needed coaxing just the same.  She would not particularly go for being completely nude with him OR having him eat her out, jack off on her, or he himself be nude (with her.)  But she WAS willing to play with his cock, masturbate it, and let him see her naked pussy.  Other than that she was kinda-sorta fearful…

	So at the edge of the crevice shielded by brush and birch trees aplenty he jacked off thinking seriously of Beth—squirting his jiz all over her sweet face, tits, pussy, and ass.
	As he happily wanked he heard voices.
	Then he saw people of whom the voices were coming from.
	Young peoples.
	They were on the other side of the small chasm and Andy had to make moves to adjust his angle so as to see them.  It took some doing to maintain concealment and get into angle to see who was who.
	Girls.	
	Teen girls.
	Four of them, huddled together; being typical girls with their yammering, giggling, and so on.  What they were yammering about or giggling about was drowned out by the overflowing creek cascading down thru the small chasm between them.  Andy made a mental note of them and returned to his campsite.

	After the campfire got going, a typical evening campfire type meal, and before the sun set, Andy quietly made himself scarce; seeking out the girls he had seen/heard earlier.
	He didn’t have to go far, down a small hill where there were some campsite, a bridge that crossed the creek were it leveled out with the landscape.  A small covey of teen girls with some parental units was sighted; young girls and boys and a couple of teen boys were present, as well.
	Andy knew none of them—but he wanted to.

	Kristine Baker, Bonnie Schuman, Carrie Anne Galves, Donna Byerly.
	Lovely-lovely girls, all thirteen, all discussing their favorite subject—BOYS!  Of course!  Off from their parental units and the two teen boys of the group, Kristine, Bonnie, Carrie Anne and Donna discussed privately their favorite subject—so they thought (privately).
	“God,” chortled one, “he’s soooooo cute!”
	“Oh and that Davy is soooo handsome, too!”
	The girls giggled and carried on about various boys that were assumed to be the teen boys in their social and/or the ones camping with them.  
	“I’d love to just have a day, a whole day with them!” quipped Carrie Anne.  
	“God, if they were just a little older that’d be so cool, too.”

	The girls all agreed; Kristine (Kristy) sat on a small boulder just right for the purpose of sitting.  Bonnie and Donna sat on a log that lay at an angle to the boulder.  Carrie Anne sat on a stump.
	“I got Davy to pee on me.” announced Carrie Anne.  The other girls squealed and closed their legs, eyes bulging staring at her, “What was it like?” and “How’d you get him to do that?”
	Carrie Anne blushed and explained they had been playing hard, drinking sodas and were out hiking in the wilderness area of the park near their home.  At length, young Davy had to pee. 
	“I did, too!” she blushed more and concluded with supplying her equally naughty friends with the fact of helping the young Davy with getting his pee-pee out.  
	“As he started to pee I just held his little balls and slipped my hand inside his underwear to feel of his butt.  It was awesome!”
	“So how did you get him to pee on you?” asked Kristy.
	“Holding his little balls got him to stop peeing and gave me time to take my top and bra off.” Then, guiding the little boy’s cock he sprayed her naked breasts with a steady stream of fresh hot yellow boy pee.
	“Did you suck him after?” asked Donna eagerly wanting to know.
	Carrie Anne bowed her head, blushing, and nodded that it was so.
	“Oh, I love little boy dick!” spoke up Bonnie.  She giggled and immediately blushed all over.
	Little boy dick?  Hmmm
	The girls were certainly interesting and worthy of being “investigated”—and Andy Donaldson was just the sort of guy to do that!  But investigating the naughty-oh so naughty girls would have to wait; Andy was interrupted by something else equally intriguing.

*
	Despite posted warnings, social warnings and the like, there were still peoples of all ages, and those who even knew better, who took dangerous ventures where they shouldn’t.  Although, many damned the social implications that they couldn’t.  It was just the gall of it; having to lock doors at night where it didn’t once have to be so; installing alarms on homes, business, cars, and more recently, the person!  And also, more recently, due to the advent of the socially infused electronical mind warfare (EMADs) peoples no longer ventured off by themselves anywhere.
	But in the mountains where Andy and his church group were socializing young horndog Andy found a social no-no.  But again, it was just the gall of society implicating that you couldn’t or shouldn’t.

	Although desiring deeply to manipulate the naughty-oh so naughty girls who apparently LOVED “little boy dick”  Andy struck off up Balchwood Creek.  The creek was fed by several other creeks and lakes further up in the mountain that cumulated into one very large creek that fed a lower lake further down.  The creek cut into landscape in some places fairly deep having rocky sides some twenty feet to large pools.  Otherwise Balchwood ran its course rapidly along in nominal angles of descent as well as level.
	The area was a haven for old mines, Indian dwellings, ancient lore.  Andy had already found Copper Mine, Silver Mine, Shaggy’s Hangout (a miners tin shack) and a couple of DEEP caves that after even the lantern light provided very little light he wisely backed out.
	The terrain along Balchwood was fairly rugged, right up alongside the flowing creek that is.  But there was a trail that meandered thru great trees and there was a horsey trail further up that led the way to two lakes.  Andy made his way for no real reason just to explore and be on his own.
	That lasted about five minutes.
	Some five hundred feet up from the dirt road at the church camp Andy heard voices.  He didn’t see them but the woodsy breezes carried their voices.  The air was wondrous, too; woodsy.  Birds chirped nosily everywhere, there were pesky gnats to deal with, mosquitoes, and an occasional bee.  There were great ferns filling the landscape and the trail was well maintained—indicating lots of travel.
	Rounding a very large granite boulder the trail dipped down.  A small feeder creek had to be crossed and Andy saw many fresh footprints in the mud.  The voices he had heard were closer…
	Taking slow steps, pausing every other one, he scanned the area intently.  Reaching the top of the small hill he looked down and saw a wee boy taking what else, a wee!
	He was about eight, long brown hair in serious need of a haircut, a checkered outer shirt that was open, an undershirt that was pulled up and held by his chin for some reason, and his pants and underwear down some just over his butt.  The boy was just commencing his pee and it was a long stream—and occasionally during the extreme pee he stroked his little organ as well as caressed his bared butt!  Hmmm
	Voices nearby put Andy on the alert, he froze as he saw a teenage girl brushing her hair back over her ears stand up from the midst of some ferns, pulling up her pants.
	AH!

	Too far away, though, was she and Andy would have to wait—until being closer.  The boy finished his pee, put his shirt back down, pulled his pants up, zipped up and hustled off back to the trail and his family.
	Andy stole into the woods and ferns trying to be stealthy about his movements.  He wasn’t too successful and stepping on a stick snapping alerted the small family he was trying to be stealthy about.
	Their voices quickly hushed and a woman’s voice asked,
	“Who’s there?” she sounded stern and Andy contemplated exposing himself or staying put and being caught hiding.  He waited, he couldn’t see them (or hear) and so there was nothing to do but wait.
	Gnats and mosquitoes waited with him.
	After an enduring ten minutes he began crawling.  Down a small hill to a stinky debris choked creek he came where from that angle he could just see the trail a few feet away.  He heard and saw nothing—human anyways.  A lizard ran across his hand scaring him suddenly and he jumped up smacking a small tree that smacked him back.  He lost his footing and went tumbling into the creek with a noisy splash!
	Wonderful.

	The creek he got acquainted with was not a particularly “clean” creek, it was a so-so creek that dipped under the surface; had stinky mud, itchy plant life along its banks, choked with old debris from flash floods of the recent Spring thaw and Andy was covered in it.
	Moving no longer caring of his exposure to the family Andy made to Balchwood Creek where he immersed himself briefly in the very chilling waters to at least be clean.  He found, though, that the mud from the feeder creek helped ease the numerous bites from the mosquitoes.  He would have to keep that in mind.
	The creek was rushing hard and not a good place to be—the rocks could fuck a person up as much as the water could drown.  It was slippery all around, the smooth surfaces of the boulders and the crumbly dirt made traversing the small hillside a bit difficult.
	Once back up to the hiking trail he contemplated—return to the camp or see if the family he had spooked had gone on up to the Crossing.  He was wet thru and thru, hated walking in squishy wet shoes, and the thickness of the woods made lots of shadows and shade—very little sun to get thru and warm a body.
	There were clearings, though; along the trail and then out into the woods and areas along the creek on the great boulders.  He was turning to make way back to camp when he heard a scream.

	Less than a hundred yards up the winding trail along Balchwood little Molly Bowman stooped over too far to see a small fish in a pool and fell in.  She lost her foot and in a scramble made her situation worse and slipped out from the level area to where the waters of Balchwood were rushing hard and swiftly.  Her family raced for her rescue but were held back by intense fear of the raging creek.  Young Mason Bowman, the only boy tried to go after his sister and though it was a brave thing to do it only caused him peril and he needed rescuing, too.
	Enter Andy.
	Andy saw the tykes rolling in the water being tumbled and jumbled about; so far they hadn’t been swept out into the middle of the creek or caught in it’s undertow current—but it was only a matter of time.  Andy charged in disregarding his own safety and grabbed the clothing of the little girl first, then the leg of the boy.
	The water was freezing and trying hard to get them.
	Andy gave a mighty sling and hurled Molly up onto the rocky side—she was so numb from the water the impact had little impact on her little body.  Andy then had to wrestle with the frightened Mason.  The eight year old boy floundered and was freaking out in his peril and at first thought that a bear had gotten and lashed out at Andy.
	Andy managed to grab the boy’s butt, then the top of his jeans and pull him to him; they were waist deep water—freezing absolutely cold with a current trying to suck them under and out into the middle of the course.
	Rocks, boulders, flowing creek from on high, tree limbs all made it a near impossible task but Andy managed and clung to the side of a boulder to catch his breath.  Mason’s Mom, Janice, came over the boulder laying down and grabbed her young son by the collar of his shit.  His outer shirt that wasn’t buttoned so it just came right off of the boy.  Andy thought she had him and let go…
	The boy was exhausted, so was Mason.  Balchwood swept the lad almost out to the middle but he grabbed onto a broken branch in the water while Andy pushed off from the boulder and grabbled the boy about the waist.  Where they were was not a good place to get back on land,
	“Hand on to me tight!” Andy said dramatically.  The boy did so and Andy let Balchwood take them.

	About twenty feet down and Andy felt serious tuggings of a serious current desiring to suck them down.  With all his might he lunged for the bank—hitting an underwater boulder he couldn’t see in the process.  It hurt, a lot!  The pain of the collision with the unseen boulder very nearly made him lose his grip of Mason.  Mason, though, had a tenacious grip on his rescuer.
	Ignoring the insurmountable pain to his knee and thigh Andy lurched again, being rolled by the creek and dragged under in the process.  He heard Ms Bowman scream as he went under.

	The creek tried its best and did a good job, but Andy had more determination at living than drowning and he came shooting up sputtering, choking, and uncontrollable retching landing on a semi flat boulder.  The impact hurt his chest some and he lay in mortal agony for a few seconds.
	Mason was still clinging to him terrified.
	On the shore was the boy’s Mom and his three sisters.
	Andy’s desire to see them all naked prompted him to return to the creek and make the final lurch to the shore.

	To say he was exhausted would be misleading.  He was done in and then some and barely managed to make the shore which was thankfully about even with the creek.  He could do no more but hold the young boy tight to his chest—not even letting him go when the boy’s Mother tried to wrench him from him.
	Andy finally got his wits and let go his grip.
	The boy was no worse for wear, soaked to the bone, a fat lip, skint up here and there and well loved by his sisters for his bravery—feeble as it may.
	Andy was pulled up onto the shore trembling.
	“We gotta get out of clothes.” He babbled.  “Make a fire.” and “Wet clothes not good.”	
	Camp was too far away for anyone to help them (so suggested Andy).  On his person was waterproof means of making a quick emergency fire.  Janice got Mason and Molly out of their clothes—they were a precious eight and twins.
	Andy lay on the mossy ground panting, freezing.
	“Mom,” he heard, “what about him?” the oldest Bowman child, Marlene.
	The Mom said something, “tend to them” or something like and she came to seventeen year old and removed his shoes and shirt.

*

	for a few minutes or so all he could do was lay still, prone, staring up to the sky above.  In his ears rang the droning sound of Balchwood Creek; the crushing freezing sound swam hard thru his mind and there was uncontrollable shivering.  Which was both a good and bad sign; he was freezing but his body was attempting to warm his brave ass up.
	At length he came to realize a couple of things:
	One: he was nude.
	Two: his mental abilities were nil.
	He saw beside him the Mom, Janice Bowman; she was frightfully worried about him and her two near drowneded children.  She was saying something but Andy could scarcely make out the words.  He offered a meager smile, closed his eyes and tried in vane to warm up.
	That in itself didn’t take too long actually, but the other lingering problem did.  And that was frightening—he was just getting to like being able to take over another person’s mind!  Damn!
	Trying to sit up on his own wasn’t happening.  Janice Bowman didn’t want him to but helped him to sit up anyways.  She was shaking her head and was at a total loss for words.  
	She wasn’t a bad looking lady for bneing thirty-six years young.  Her auburn hair was in a style of 1960s mothers—she looked like one who would poise perfectly on the cover of cooking magazines popular of those times.
	She held his hand and that was when he realized that he WAS nude.
	Oooooh-kaaaaay.
	Andy looked embarrassed and ashamed; the woman smiled and said, 
	“It’s ok, I’m a Mom.”
	That helped.  Andy heard the voices of the other family members.
	“H-how are they?”
	“Oh they are fine, now, thanks to you.”
	A small fire was going, Molly and Mason was huddled up by the fire naked, but covered in some spare clothes from their backpack.  Andy could see worried faces of the other two family members, Marlene and Maggie, who was fourteen and ten respectively.  Marlene seemed more concerned with embarrassment than anything else; along with being horribly frightened that she nearly lost her brother and sister.
	‘Touch my dick.’
	He made the conveyance electronically but Janice Bowman did not “touch his dick.”

	Hopefully he just needed a little more warming up.
	In the meantime, he told Janice that even for a little hike one needed to carry necessary items “just in case.”  Accidents happened not only in the home but everywhere else, a small first aid kit, emergency blanket, small glow sticks and/or flares, an air horn, whistle, and matches were always helpful.
	Janice took that into account and then said,
	“Come up to the fire, you’ll be warmer.”
	Andy firstly started to try and get up, that didn’t work; he started to turn over and get up that way—nope, not a good idea either.  So he just crawled backwards to the fire.  It wasn’t that far and he kept his back to them saying, “I’m with a church group down at the campground.” That clued the family in that he was a Christian and a possible “good guy.”
	But he was a teenage Christian and quasi “good guy.”
	Being teenage he had raging hormones and deep seeded desires to “get some” and “get some” often—as often as possible and opportunity presented itself.  
	The fire warmed his back and that was good, but it was his naked front that needed some warmth, too.  Janice began rubbing his shoulders and then his backside.  The other family members remained quiet, shivering some, and one of them farted.

	“You can turn around.” Janice said at length.  Andy did so to find the others had “turned around” too, their backs now to the fire.  Molly and Mason were doing better, still a little frightened for their experience but none the worse for their wear.
	Andy sitting on his bare butt opened his legs to warm his front and shriveled balls.  Janice was still rubbing his shoulders,
	“You’re going to feel this in the morning.” she said.
	And at first he didn’t get it.  ‘feel what?’ then he figured it, the swim in the creek and crashing into the boulders would not only leave marks and bruising but a lasting impression of his heroic deed.
	He sighed and squeezed back the need to pee and fart.
	The kids were beginning to loosen up and giggle, josh one another and be merry—typical kids.  Andy caught the out-of-the-corner of her eye look from Marlene.  She was fourteen, long silky dark brown hair, matching eyes, and pleasing to the “eye” all over.  Andy’s cock suddenly surged and on a dare to himself he leaned back and tried to look pitiful.

	Janice asked him if his parents were at the church camp, for a moment he couldn’t answer as the terrible roar of the creek once more filled his head.  He even looked over his shoulder to see if it was rising coming after him or something.  It wasn’t but it seemed so close.
	He sighed and quickly shook his head explaining that he was just with a few members of the church for a weekend outing.  Janice told him that she was going to make sure they all knew his heroics.  Of course this only made young Andy blush.
	He closed his legs and the urge to “pee” began to increase.
	“I need to--” he didn’t finish and looked less pitiful and more desperate.  Being a “Mom” Janice knew the look and was familiar with the emergency need.  Carefully she helped the nude teen to stand up and escort him out of the impromptued camp into the ferns just a few feet away.
	Standing against a tree for support he was left alone but not totally.  Janice was within arms reach should he topple.  He didn’t “aim” his cock but lightly held it, shivered a little still, and then let the flood gates go.  It was difficult to quash the bubble in his ass and it was embarrassing enough as it was.
	Finally, with the pee stream tapering off he relaxed; then,
	‘Touch my dick.’
	And she did.

	Andy sighed—she had a nice touch.  With her body against him he sighed deeper as she slowly wrapped his cock in her loving fingers.
	‘oh that’s nice.’ he muttered.  He asked her no questions, not even the pertinent ones and just simply allowed her to stroke him.
	This of course only lasted a minute or so.  He was still cold, there were numerous hurtie-owies all over his body and he wanted to go back to camp and be by the BIGGER fire, have something hot to drink then crawl into his sleeping and await the morning when the numerous hurtie-owies would present themselves in a whole new way.
	But first!
	He couldn’t see the family so he was relatively certain for some assuredity that they couldn’t see him—as he put his hands down inside their Mother’s pants.  His body began to warm up, his cock unshriveled and his lust pounded in his chest.
	There were steeped desires to get Janice’s young’uns, Marlene, Maggie and Molly were incredibly delectable and very appealing; but first, their Momma!

	With her pants AND panties at her ankles, Andy took a nice look at Janice’s twat.  It was not unlike any other twat of a woman he had seen but this one was right in his face!  Savoring, he licked his lips and ran his nose into the furry crevice.  His body temperature began to rise and gently did he ease the woman down, keeping her clothes at her ankles he just gently opened her knees and positioned himself on her—then in her.

*

	Strolling nonchalant-like out of the ferns to the campsite and Bowman family kids, naked Andy D stood with his erection standing even more with bits of cum dripping from it’s tip.  Shock value mostly; and he got it.  Marlene was first to see him, her eyes lightened up in shock then awe and that quickly turned to embarrassment and she turned away.
	Maggie, Molly, and Mason all looked with shock and awe, then bursted into giggles and looked away at the admonishment from their older sister; Mason was himself a little shocked and somewhat in awe, but mostly he gawked in shocked awe.
	One by one Andy “touched” them putting to EMAD-like control like he had done their mother.  When they were under, controllable, he fetched their Mother to join them.  Then the fun began.
	Boning their Mother had been something—really something!  She somehow amazingly still had a snug cunt and Andy had found a good fuck in the woman; enamored by her bouncing/jiggling titties he was captivated and deeply engrained into the deed that was humping.
	The cum blast that came minutes later was unbelievable.  He shivered, his body contorted oddly and he couldn’t believe the orgasm he was having.  And he thought, too, but wasn’t sure, Ms. Bowman got one off herself!  He suckled on her titties as the last fleeting moments of his orgasm faded (plummeted) then lay on the way heaving, steaming, and still cumming.
	‘Take off your clothes.’ he Mined to Marlene.
	Marlene didn’t move right from the get go but then began her task with the pulling off of her blue top and unhitching her bra.  The other Bowman children were silent and non-moving.  Andy laid another stick onto the small fire and took a good look at the undressing Marlene.
	He halted her when she pushed down her panties.  
	‘Oh my God!’ he uttered to himself.  ‘That’s a nice bod.’ For merely fourteen, Marlene Bowman had a nice bod—tan all over, and ALL over, no panty or bra lines, a trimmed bush, no marks, moles, or scars.  Her lovely brown hair was soft, silk-like; a sweet smile, incredible eyes, everything.
	And those tits!  Nice-nice-nice!!!  Perfectly shaped orbs that were “just the right size” for fondling, sucking, and humping.  Andy swelled with pride—er, well, something more swelled but you know.  
	A moment or two was spent ogling the girl clad in her panties, her muffin could be seen thru the light blue striped with green stripes panties.  Bikini style, snug fitting, and very-very nice.  
	‘Go on, roll ‘em down.’ Andy Minded to the girl.
	Slowly Marlene rolled her panties down to reveal her total nudity.  Andy’s cock exploded and he couldn’t wait to “get some.”  
	‘Suck cock?  Do you suck cock?’
	“Yes.” she answered aloud.
	‘Boyfriend?’
	“Yes.”
	Q&A, so enlightening!
	‘Anyone else?’ he looked to the young naked boy, Mason.
	“No.”
	‘Ever fondled your brother?  Ever be naughty with him?’
	“NO!” she said in a disgusting voice.
	‘Take it in the ass?’
	“Yes.” But just a couple of times, once willingly to be adventurous and once by accident—he missed the intended hole (or did he?)
	‘Swallow cum?’
	ewwewewe  It was too disgusting even to contemplate an answer.
	‘Naughty with another girl?’
	There was a pause but she answered, “No.”  Andy could “see” into the girl’s mind, he was “holding” the rest of her family and it was too taxing to do so so he let it be.
	‘Did you like seeing (me) naked?’
	Another pause, but this one was brought on by some embarrassment but it was felt that the answer was “Yes.”
	Further Questioning got Andy the knowing that the girl was semi willing to be naughty and if she were alone with Andy and no one could see them, then she would willingly “play” with his cock.
	‘Suck it?’
	No, not really.  She would be too uncomfortable not knowing him that well; and it had nothing to do with her loyalty to her boyfriend.
	She wouldn’t strip for him, either; but she might MIGHT show her boobs.  If he should put the “moves” on her she would freak.  No sex but she might MIGHT whack him off.  Then that segued to might MIGHT suck him.

	Andy concluded his mind bending to shape her mind with thoughts of the naughty kind; she WOULD be submissive and not only play with his cock but she WOULD suck it (and like it); she WOULD swallow (and like it) and she WOULD strip naked for him and let him fuck her brains out.  (including up the ass!)
	What a guy!
	But wait!  There’s more!
	For a quirk he included that she would start being naughty with her brother; sucking him, letting him fuck her (in the ass, too) and pee on her.  Andy’s cock swelled ten-fold as he thought of Carrie Anne’s little boy, Davy, peeing on her.
	He wanted to get to the others but his cock demanded attention and he took himself to Marlene.  His lust was enhanced significantly as while he scrogged on Marlene, there was the naked Molly huddled by the fire; her beautiful little eight year old cunt hairless just aching for to kiss his cock.
	Andy’s cock swelled as it pumped Marlene’s cunt (he failed to ask if she were a virgin.)  Andy just humped and humped; laying fully on the girl, sucking her titties, kissing her mouth, driving his dick into her dick trench as hard as he could; then straining himself, rising up and locking his arms having his hips do all the work and then finally releasing a magnificent torrent of pent up cum.
	A great quantity he had already unleashed in the teen’s Mother.  He hoped to have enough for the kiddies, too.  He was already at the point of utter exhaustion with his perilous trek in the creek, then boning successfully Ms. Bowman, then her eldest daughter—plus having a Mind Lock on all of the Bowman’s was a challenging and strenuous thing to do and maintain.
	But the desires of lust prompted him to go on from Marlene and take his severe naughtiness to ten year old Maggie.  She was clothed (but not for long.)  

	He didn’t have little Maggie undress herself but did the task himself, it was just one of those desires he had and so he submitted to it.  Maggie was easy to undress anyways; her hiking shoes slipped off easily and then down came her pants revealing light blue panties with cartoon characters all over them.  He held off pulling the panties off and went to her shirt and undershirt.
	She wore a trainer and for a moment or so Andy spent time caressing the girl’s young mounds; then he planted his mouth over them, sucking them into his mouth while his cock seriously humped hard against the girl’s cunt.

	The hump was intense, just with his cock against the girl’s cunt with her panties still on was enormously incredible!  With one hand cupping her little ass he grinded on the girl; she was merely ten and he figured for sure he couldn’t actually “penetrate” so humping on her was just as good.  There “was” desire to get his dick into her hairless possibly virgin trench, but he didn’t want to hurt her.  
	Getting his rocks off, though, was a major undertaking and with his energy levels already zapped to the max achieving that delicious sought after orgasm was a bit much.  Quickly he pushed Maggie’s panties down, working them to her knees and the pushing her legs open.  His throbbing hard cock went up against the child’s cunt and he humped some more; and it was even more terrific than humping on her panties!
	The desire to penetrate soared within him, but she was small and determinately virginal.  Somehow he held off but it sure was hard to do so.  And at length he took his cock and began making slight penetrations and as cum began to jut forth from the piss slit he began a more earnest attempt and pressing into the girl’s sex.

	Again, though, a bit of decency befell our hero and he stopped himself from busting Maggie’s cherry—but he sure wanted to!  He settled for serious humping on her poon and releasing his love cream.  He then could hardly support himself and lay on the girl for half a moment before laying off of her and staring up to the sky.
	He gave a mighty sigh, farted, and soiled himself with his own cream.

*

	Time was getting on; he moved to Molly who was eight and already naked.  Laying her out he focused on her sweet little virgin snatch.  It was nice—real nice.  His fingers soiled in his own spunk diddled the child’s cunt, working more and more into her prompting his aching cock to throb to an extreme hardness.
	Looking around just to make sure (security check) he straddled the eight year old’s chest, bringing her head up to suck his cock.  He Minded to Marlene to “get on all fours”.  When she did so, his cock sputtered and soiled the little sister’s mouth—Andy’s eyes were locked onto Marlene’s naked ass, her hole and nice-very nice cunt.
	One big gob was all he had for Molly, though—he was pretty much drained.  

	All over the child’s body he ran his hands with most attention at her young cunny.  Then, hooking her ankles he pulled her legs back so as he could get a nice look at her backdoor exit hole.  Finger it with his cum drenched finger he made dutiful entry and wriggled the finger around some getting horny all over again.
	With Mason he gave the tyke a blowjob.  With no one to admonish him, watch him, or anything of the like to chastise, Andy gobbled on the eight year old boy’s pud and liked it!
	‘I love little boy dick!’

	Although he gave the Bowman family a “new way of life” instructions, he wasn’t sure if they stuck.  He was pretty well exhausted as it was, the creek and the sex was very taxing coupled with holding the family’s minds.  He hoped to see their new way of life (and he hoped to be a part of it or see the beginning of it anyways.)
	He took a small breather after dinking with the family’s mind, then slowly brought them back to their own mind.  The first test was ready to be tested.  He himself sat at the fire, facing it with his knees up, naked.  The kids all were also sitting facing the small fire with Marlene and Maggie redressed, Mom Janice also.
	Both Mom Janice and Marlene had curious looks on their faces, Maggie, too; she made a face, licked her lips while Molly “fingered” her sex!  Andy remained still with chin on his knees, arms wrapped about his legs staring into the fire.
	“Are you doing better?” Janice Bowman asked.
	Andy looked up to her, “Yeah, yes, uh-huh.” He tried to appear as exhausted as possible—which was not a big stretch to accomplish.  He knew he could take the family as a whole—leastways he hoped he could and so he boldly stood saying, “I guess I had better start heading back.” He moved to the boulder where his clothes were drying.  They were still damp but had dried some in what sunshine got to them.  Right next to them were Molly’s panties and just the sight of them got his dick hard.
	Boldly he turned so the family Bowman could see his mighty teen erection.  Molly’s eyes bulged, mouth hung open; Maggie’s eyes brightened and she seemed more shocked than anything else.  Marlene just stared in awe as did the Mother and young son, the twin of Molly.
	Andy held fast for a moment, not moving—not breathing.

	Then Maggie licked her lips and began fingering herself.
	Molly got the giggles and fidgeted.
	Marlene moved to her knees being no more than three feet from Andy’s nakedness and his erect erection.  Momma Janice undressed...  Andy smiled, he mind dinking of the Bowman’s was apparently successful.

	Oh how he wanted to shoot a load into Marlene’s mouth, but he was cummed out.  The blowjob was pretty good, though—she wasn’t an expert but she still sucked well enough.  Andy rocked on the balls of his feet jamming his rod into her accepting mouth watching as her mother lay on her clothes, legs open, fingering herself while she sucked on her young son, Mason.
	Maggie and Molly flanked their cocksucking sister awaiting their turns.  Andy caressed the girls’ asses and deeply—deeply desired to fuck the snot of the both of them, ream their holes, spank them, and drizzle his cum all over their sweet little faces.
	Five minutes in Marlene’s mouth was good enough and he pulled out, humped her face then put himself into Maggie’s mouth.  Mason was on top of his Mom, his little eight year old schlong in the pussy that had bore him life, she was clinging to his lily white ass helping him to hump her.  This mightily helped Andy hump Maggie’s mouth while Marlene suckled on his balls.
	He was almost ready to blast off a hot load into Maggie’s mouth when he heard voices—voices calling his name.  
	“Shit!”
	He couldn’t see them but they were close, most likely on the trail.  He was overdue at the campsite and folk were looking for him.  ‘Damn, cant someone get a piece of tail in the woods without concerned friends getting nosey?’
	Straining, holding his cock at the base striving to get a blast off he unloaded an amazing wash of cream into Maggie’s mouth.  He needed minutes to recover but there wasn’t time.  Quickly he stuffed himself into Molly’s mouth to give her a treat, too.  On Maggie’s mouth his cream spilled out as she was not yet used to the taste of sperm.
	Andy quickly—very quickly humped little Molly’s mouth, her mouth and face and somehow managed to hold off jumping on her and fucking her brains out.  He dressed and got the family to get their clothes back on just as he could see heads of his friends coming thru the rough investigating the fire.
	Whew!

	Momma Janice tolt the tale of Andy’s heroics and the church family was well impressed giving him praise and glory—all the while cum drizzled down his legs as well as dried on Maggie’s chin…
	What a guy!
	Wait, it only gets better!

*

	Kristine, Bonnie, Carrie Anne, and Donna weren’t the only ones who preferred young boys; when Andy returned to camp he found other youth members of the church had come for the weekend.  Beverly Moss and Holly Dundum were two of the five who came up, Andy knew them both, cutesy 14yr olds of whom Andy always thought they were way odd.  Not in a sense of Sanatorium—In need of Committed against their will odd; socially unacceptable odd or anything of the sort.  Beverly had pose, she stood tall (posturely speaking), spoke well but was “reserved” and somewhat shy.  She had a great body, though.  And Holly was not particularly shy but not outwardly outgoing, either.  She wore shorts as opposed to other styles of dress; in Winter months it was old style dresses with an occasional wearing of slacks.  Odd girl indeed.
	Odd as they were, they were both damn cute.  Holly had bigger titties, a bit bigger butt, too—but not outlandish.  She was a little shorter than most girls in her age group but had a fantastic smile and Andy had once heard her fart!
	Totally exhausted Andy made for his tent.  It was a 3-person dome type tent but he shared it with no one else and had his backpack and an ice chest in lieu of a church mate.  Once inside his tent and it zipped up he stripped to the skin.  There was scant room to stand, there were two vent screen windows, one on a side and one in the rear opposite the front door.  As Andy laid out nakedly on his sleeping bag he saw a shadow crossing his tent.  Quickly he peered out the front door flap seeing the aforementioned Holly and Beverly scampering away giggling.
	Hmmm

	Too tired to masturbate even Andy just lay nakedly on his sleeping bag not even contemplating the day’s events—not even!  It too awhile to go to sleep but he finally did and it was dark when he awoke to the noise of someone strumming on a guitar, voices in the air, cracking wood on a campfire.

	Slowly he dressed—Ms. Bowman was wrong when she said he was going to “feel it” in the morning.  He was feeling it now—stiff and sore and the roar of Balchwood Creek still in his head.  Emerging from the creek he found the Bowman family with his church family—little Molly came running to him; he hugged her and patted her on the butt.  Curiously he wondered if his minding implants would still work come the new morning?
	Another round of congrats went along with praise and general carryings on—all embarrassing Andy and after slamming a soda he trotted off into the darkness to the porta-potty to do some business (and unawares, he didn’t go alone!)

	The porta-potty’s stunk and were designated unsanitary by most who used them unless it was for taking a dump.  Guys especially followed that rule and if they needed to pee they simply used Mother Nature’s natural setting.  So that was where Andy went, whipping his cock out, giving it a friendly stroke and peeing a storm, ripping a butt blast and ahhing as he peed.
	Suddenly his electronic ear picked up sounds that were close, usually he tuned the manufactured aftermarket ear piece off to give him peace ‘cause the ear just picked up everything all around and drove him crazy.  He finished his pee and detected that there were at least two peoples hiding in the bushes to his left eight feet from him.
	Hmmm
	They were the same girls from earlier he determined.  It didn’t take long to figure out he was being followed—for a specific purpose.  There were a couple ways to play; for the moment he decided to play it cool and easy and all Nature to take it’s course.  And if that didn’t work then he’d zap him and take course as he saw fit.
	Slowly he turned to have a profile for the girls, then gave his willy a good stroking.  The “rest” it had gotten since earlier activities helped and it quickly stiffened nicely.  He stroked and stroked and by cocking his head he zeroed in on the two girls.  (Darlene) on her knees with her hands between legs fidgeted to get the best “look” thru the heavy brush.  Beside her, her best friend (Molly) was likewise.  Both girls were oohing and ahhing, gushing and blushing as they watched intently the teen boy before them stroking off.
	Neither girl, though, did more than watch.
	‘Would you like to suck it?’
	“YES!” blurted Darlene.
	“What?” asked a confused startled Molly.

	“Huh?” returned Darlene.
	The girls quickly checked themselves, their EMAD detectors but those devices were silent indicating no EMADs were apparently active in their immediate area.
	Which was true.  Andy was not using an EMAD per se; his electronic mind warping manipulation was via the implants in his body tied together rendering such process.  The girls gathered themselves and followed their prey as he made way from where he had been to where he went.
	By the water’s edge was where he went, cock still out and still in his hand.  He stood stroking himself continuously being bathed in the coming of the evening’s moonlight.  The girls settled in the bushes a foot closer than they had been earlier.
	‘Virgin?’
	Nope!  Neither girl was.  Andy’s cock ached—it still needed “time off” but also needed to “get some.”  He sighed, wrinkled his nose, squeezed back the urge to fart and spoil things and…
	‘Come out, stand by me.’
	Darlene and Molly slowly emerged revealing themselves, and their undone jeans.  As they stood Andy admired them, stepped up close to them, cupped their breasts then began exploring the rest of their bods and mind.
	Darlene revealed (in her mind) as many as four boys having sex with her!  Amazing!  And she was merely fourteen years young!  Amazing!  Molly had the persona of being a “slut” but was actually prudish, fearful of getting knocked up despite the use of protection.  She was not a virgin and had engaged in sex and sex acts with two boys (and one dog!)  Amazing!
	For Darlene, two boys were prominent in her mind; one had a head of incredibly curly hair; dark brown, brown eyes, sheepish composure.  He appeared to be Darlene’s age and the scene was in a bedroom, probably her’s.  They had straight sex, laying on her bed, mutually fondling/fingering the other, kissing, caressing and so on.  They had already fucked once but being teens they were rarin’ to go at some more.
	And so they did.
	Twice on the bed then being rather stinky they went to the bathroom shower and after friskily lathering one another up “David” humped Darlene in the shower with his soaped up cock.  Then, after showering, they stepped out to dry one another and Darlene sucked his cock.
	David dried Darlene and with his cock throbbing hard, positioned Darlene on all fours and took her from behind.  First was in her cunt and when his cock was well hard and lubricated he plunged it into her funk hole.

	Another boy was older, a rebel (he wore a leather jacket, crisp white tee shirt, tight jeans.)  He had slicked back hair, a ‘50s look, and a smile that would melt stone.  He melted Darlene’s heart and in the backseat of his car she “got some.”
	On the hood of his car—she got some more.
	On the grass by the car—she got even more.
	In the water by the grass by the car—more.
	Then that was it.  He got his, she got hers, he went on to get more from someone else having conquered Darlene.  Darlene went on to finger herself and be caught by a young boy, her brother.
	But it wasn’t so much as “busted”; Darlene and “Donald James” often exposed themselves to one another—sometimes accidentally or other times on purpose.  Typical brother and sister they “touched” one another, watched the other pee; Darlene bending over with her pants and panties down spreading her cheeks and blasting a butt blast.
	They never stepped over the line of sexual engagement until DJ’s hormones kicked in when he was twelve and Darlene fourteen.  Then the “touchy feely” stuff took a new turn.  On her bed while naked “gettin’ after it” DJ got after it, too.  Stripping off his clothes he came smiling into her room (and apparently there was no else home) and mounted his sister screwing her for some time.  
	His cock was wrapped and when it came time to cum he shot some into the condom’s reservoir tip; then quickly he pulled out and pulled off the latex and emptied the rest of his boy splooge onto his sister’s cunt, shooting some up her belly.  His cock remained stiff and still shot some juice; Darlene scooted down the bed and took his cock to her mouth; sucking him and playing with his balls until he gave her a mouthful of jiz.

	As Andy continued fondling the two teens and peeking into their minds, one more was peeking on them!  Andy was not aware as he was deeply involved otherwise.  He saw the girls together in a bathroom, apparently Darlene’s ‘cause she had her head over a sink doing something to her hair (dying it.)
	Molly was sitting on the toilet.
	The girls were talking; it seemed as though Darlene was finding new ways to piss off her Mother—by dying her hair from brown to black.  While she did so—she got an itch.  And guess where?
	Fidgeting and wiggling wasn’t cutting it and her hands were kinda busy elsewhere.
	“Got an itch?” 

	“Is it obvious?” Darlene quipped back, she was a bit of a sarcastic bitch; when Molly had first come into the bathroom finding Darlene with her head in the sink dying her hair, she asked “What’s doing?” although it was apparently obvious.  Darlene shot back, “No, interpretative dance.” Accompanied by bending a leg and flailing out her arms in some sort of bizarre “dance” pose.
	Molly then copped a squat on the toilet and proceeded to get into a convo with her.  Darlene was okay with that; discussing mostly boys, school, ways to piss their Mother’s off and so on.
	Then the itch came.
	“Want my help?” Molly asked.  Molly had pleasing looks, pleasing breasts, a unique look to her sweet “I’m innocent” face, long somewhat style brown hair (with purple streaks).  She appeared to be sweet, naïve, and shy.  But she was actually the opposite of those qualities.
	Molly firstly just rubbed Darlene’s pooched out butt after Darlene said something akin to “YES!” in a desperate manner.  But that wasn’t where the “itch” was.  Molly had to dig her fingers down into Darlene’s crotch and though lo that was doing the job, it wasn’t very satisfying and Darlene still had the itch.
	“Undo my pants.” Darlene said.  The rest she would leave up to Molly to finger out.
	Molly undone the regular fit jeans and pushed them down.  
	Yellow cotton panties greeted Molly; she smoothed her hand over them before sending her fingers down to Darlene’s itching crotch.  Darlene wriggled her ass, opened her stance and pooched her butt out a little more.  Molly applied fingering then squeezing.  Darlene’s reaction was good and so she (Molly) slipped her fingers inside the yellow undies to begin a more intense fingering of Darlene’s cunt.
	By Darlene’s body language it was a go for Molly to intently “get after it” and finger fuck Darlene’s snatch box silly.  And so she did.  She included some spanking and then pushing the yellow panties down to intensify the spanking followed by fingering the girl’s “other” hole.
	Soon Molly was on her knees licking Darlene’s ass, parting the cheeks and driving her tongue into her friend’s crap chute.  It was too much for Darlene and she quickly hurried thru her hair change then hurried to her bed where she stripped to the skin; Molly did likewise and then continued with her satisfying Darlene’s “itch.”
	Andy had an instrument that could satisfy Darlene’s itch, and Molly’s too!  He finished his mind probing and body groping and had the girls undress.  

 	There were still the pesky annoying mosquitoes to deal with but the bites were still fun to itch.  It was too dark (for normal eyes) to see distinctly, but Andy had an eye implant that allowed him perceptive vision in any conditions plus other special abilities.  He used those abilities to see the girls as the peeled out of their clothes; then, Darlene stood at a stance with her legs wide open, arms up revealing her lovely body for Andy to marvel at.  He fondled the girl all over, rubbing her breasts, pussy, and ass before seriously fingering her already moistened cunt.
	Nice!
	Gently he helped the girl down, opening her legs and with Molly on her hands and knees beside them he fingered the girl’s hole while he put his dick into her friend and fucked.  
	Unawares, in the bushes quite nearby was someone watching…

*

	Back in camp, Andy slipped up to a boulder-seat and acted nonchalant.  Most of the other campers, ‘specially the younger ones, had moved off to their prospective tents and beds.  The night was getting on and Andy WAS a little tired (shagged out) to the max.  But he hung loose at the campfire “resting.”
	Presently emerging from the woods also trying to be coy and nonchalant was Mike McShane.  Andy liked him, they got along at church and Mike had two girls—one of which was with him, twelve year old Trisha.  She had already tottled off to bed—sharing a tent with her Dad.  Andy would like to be the mosquito inside; seeing if Trisha was in jimmies, nude, or panties and teeshirt.  How did her Daddy dress?  Did they see each other dressing and undressing?  Any funny business between them?
	Present at the fire, too, was Jon Natsabes; he brought along his two granddaughters Brittany and Samantha.  Brittany was a lovely developing twelve year old while her sister was a mere cutesy eight years.  Brittany had long silky brown hair, brown eyes and a curiosity for adventure.  Samantha was outgoing, playful, had an incredible memory, a little naïve and very friendly.
	Samantha being young and despite being cranked up on Nature and having a camping experience had pooped out early on and had retired to her sleeping bag just as Andy had made his venture in the woods…
	Brittany sat on her Grandpa’s lap almost asleep.  The flickering flames of the campfire were slowly dying and most folk around the fire were nodding their heads, catching themselves and then repeating the process.

	Andy feigned being asleep, other campers finally took the hint their bodies were giving them and made way to their tents and beds therein.  Using his “special” eye Andy watched and was enlightened to see Jon rubbing Brittany’s thigh.  And from “rubbing” he was squeezing her right at the crotch.  Brittany was not exactly asleep and she opened her legs a little more.
	At length the girl whispered, “I gotta go pee.” and together they left the campsite to the stanky porta-potties.  They weren’t really so bad, the porta-potties—the Forestry department kept them sanitized and cleaned out (including what was “dumped” into the pit below the stainless steel toilet.)  But still, they were stanky just the same.
	There were two porta-potties in the church camp site area, one for the guys and one for the gals.  Jon and Brittany went into the Gals porta-potty.  Andy nearly tripped and fucked himself up making his way to the woodsy shitter.  Using his special eye again he peered thru the vent along one side of the portable potty and saw Brittany with her pants and panties down at her ankles, legs open wide—sucking her Grandpa’s schlong.
	Amazing!
	Jon had one hand on his hip while the other worked his granddaughter’s head back and forth along his cock.  Jon held a position at the church, a deacon and in charge of security.  He was one of those Christian motorcycle guys, too—and Brittany was his biker babe!
	After Brittany got a delicious mouthful of goo, she smacked her lips, farted, grunted, and swallowed.  Jon rubbed his cock on her sweet young face and she began sucking on his balls!  Andy knew he had to make more of an “acquaintance” with Jon and his girls—much more!
	After a few moments of washing her Grandpa’s balls with her mouth the girl had had enough (sitting) in the stanky environment and stood up pulling her clothes up.  Jon helped her, patting her ass, hugging her, then pulling up his own clothes.
	Jon had one of those small metal flashlights to illuminate their way back to the campsite and they made for their own tent.  Andy using super stealth mode slipped up to the tent, finding a boulder to lay on and be within five feet of the tent.  With the fabric of the tent rather thin Andy’s special eye was able to see near clearly to the goings on inside.

	The goings on inside entailed Brittany stripping off all her clothes.
	Jon opened the sleeping bag little Samantha was in, finding her in panties and a teeshirt.  He patted the girl’s chest, then smoothed his hand down her body, pausing at her young poon, fingered it briefly, then went down her legs to her ankles.  At her ankles he clutched them together then hoisted them up and stared longingly at the child’s innocent poon.
	Brittany wasn’t watching, a small battery operated lantern provided just enough light.  Jon rubbed Samantha’s ass, patted it, then worked the girl’s panties up to her knees.  Samantha remained sound to sleep.
	The child continued to remain “sound to sleep” while her Grandpa had her panties off, her legs open, and his tongue dwelling wickedly in her young crevice.  Awesome!
	Soon there was the need to jack off—Jon and Andy both.  Jon worked his magic flute up against Samantha squirting a nice glob of love cream moments later.  He didn’t wipe the spunk matter off but diddled his fingers in the fresh spunk seemingly working it into her sex.  Then he pulled her panties back on, tucked her in and crawled into his own sleeping bag.
	Andy scurried to his own tent and slept nakedly to dawn.

*

	After the prayer breakfast Andy and others struck off to do what they had come to the mountains to do in the first place—fish!  During the prayer breakfast Andy couldn’t help note the odd looks from Mike McShane; it was hard to put words to—but Mike seemed to be displaying an almost comical look mixed with a rather stoic appearance.
	Andy checked Jon and his girls, his lovely happy beautiful girls.  Holly and Megan were intriguing, too—giving mixed signs that were confounding to Andy.  Holly Sebee and Beverly Moss were from his church and both thirteen years young.  
	The other girls, the “the little boy lovers” were at a campsite across Balchwood creek, another church camp was there.  Andy wanted to fish, to take in the mountain air and lay off humping (at least for a few hours).  He moved along the creek going down to where there were some generous fish giving pools, traveling with a couple of other boys and elders of the church.
	At length, though, Andy crossed the creek via a great log spanning the water and went along his merry way on the opposite side.  The fishing was ok and Andy quickly filled his bag.  Thereafter he made his way to Gullivar’s Creek and the old miner’s mining shack up said creek that was named after him to said shack.

	There he rested on the plank board and naturally fallen placed logs, dangling his feet into the very brisk creek that fed into Balchwood five hundred yards down.  
	Voices got Andy’s attention; it took a moment or two to detect where they were coming from.  When he did locate the direction he was off.  The “voices” were down the miner’s path, past his old abandoned long abandoned mine that went into a hillside about twenty feet and then was naturally caved in.  Around the hill, down the hill, slightly up the same hill, still on the path, hundreds of yards from Balchwood as it was down the hill about a thousand yards.
	Finally, at Briarwood Crossing there were a pair of young boys sighted.  The Crossing was where several woodsy nature paths met; one went precariously down to the creek, now only five hundred yards away.  Another came up from a deeper spot in the landscape, was very steep, rocky, but led to a flat spot at Balchwood where an old abandoned copper mine used to be.  The remains of mining equipment, structures, were there, along with a road accessible by any 4-wheel drive vehicle up to the main dirt road that led out of the mountains or to the campgrounds.
	Another nature path ran along side the hill up to some large pools fed by a large lake at the top of the summit of the mountain.  The final path led steeply up along the mountain’s hillside in a zig-zag manner.  The boys were peeing alongside the path and lightly playing with themselves.  They giggled about their peeing and tried to out pee the other.
	Andy listened and peered intently to make sure they were alone.  It was odd for the pair to be by themselves and some adult had to be somewhere.  But no adult was anywhere.  
	‘Where’s your Dad?’ Andy inquired of the blond haired youth.
	The boy looked around as if someone had asked him a question out loud.  “Huh?” he asked.  
	Andy sighed and was almost sighted by the boys.  The other youth, reddish hair, looked around, too.  Andy zeroed in on them, concentrated, and asked again.
	“Down there.” said Henry and he pointed down the precarious path that led to Balchwood Creek.
	‘You boys hiked all the way up here?’
	“Yep!” replied Ricky, the red haired fella.
	‘Ever touch your friend’s pee-pee?’ Andy asked of Ricky.
	“Ewewewe!” he replied.  That would be a solid, No.

	Neither boy had done much more than pee and washed their private areas; Henry, though, had an uncle who played with his private parts.  That had been a couple of months ago when he was visiting and Henry actually didn’t think too much of it.
	‘Take your clothes off.’
	The boys didn’t hesitate one iota and stripped off all their clothes without a word or pause.  Once they were nude Andy presented himself, checked the precarious path then brought the boys to him where he commenced to caressing their fine young nude bodies, patting their bare bums, then toying with their puds.
	Each boy was a typical boy; adventurous, handsome, boyish.  Blond haired Henry was more adventurous and often wondered from his Dad’s sight and got into trouble.
	‘Bare ass spanking?’
	“Sometimes.” he answered.
	Neither boy had had sex, they were a mere ten years old a piece; they weren’t even into giving themselves handjobs!  Henry had an older sister, she was fourteen.  Ricky had an older brother and a younger one.  He and his younger brother shared a room and used to even share a bed.  Andy found no hanky business in either of the boys.
	Playing with the boys’ pee-pees got Andy “excited”.  He didn’t figure himself to be “gay” or even have homosexual tendencies.  The boys were cute, and as Carrie Anne had said, “I just love little boy dick!”  Andy engulfed Henry’s little tool, sucking it until it was hard all the while fondling tenaciously Ricky’s warm butt.

	Occasionally there was a very chilling breeze; Briarwood Crossroads was right at the 6,500 foot mark so a chilling breeze was expected.  Pines and cedars, redwoods, birch, were the most populous in the area; bushes of different berry varieties were prevalent, too.  A few shouts of Yahoo! and other exclamations indicating someone had landed a big strike (fish) wafted up from down below at the creek.
	Meanwhile, naked Henry and Ricky were 69ing off the nature path on the grassy moss.  Neither boy was a “cummer” so Andy supplied them with cum, shooting a load into their young open mouths so they could start getting used to the “taste.”  Neither boy particularly cared for the taste of sperm (but they’d get used to it.)
	Each boy sucked on Andy’s tool, sucked his balls and all—even licked his cornhole!  (Andy had no morals—none (and we’ll see in a few paragraphs from here, too.)

	Once the boys were 69ing, Andy spanked the boy on top, Henry, splayed open his cheeks and began a serious bout that was finger fucking.  Each boy found cocksucking not all that disgusting and they serviced one another until there was actually some of a pleasurable orgasm—without the ejaculation.
	Like with taking illicit and illegal drugs, the boys wanted more.
	Andy then introduced them to the fine world that was sodomy.
	A good butt fuck of a friend now and then never hurt anybody.
	And after the boys had promptly sodomized the other, Andy took his turn and filled their anal cavities with more hot delicious sperm—of which he prompted the boys to lick out.  He got very turned on watching as Henry bent over, spread his cheeks wide and bestest best friend since 2nd grade Ricky applied his tongue to clean the spunk filled shit hole.
	The boys were briefly resting and Andy as well when the boys’ names were heard.  A man was down the precarious trail working his way up, pausing to breath and then call out for the missing youths.  Andy had time, not a lot, but a little.  He had the boys dress, implanted naughty notions into their young impressionable young minds, then sent them on their way.  He himself collected his clothes and strolled off into the woods to conveniently disappear.

*

	The year before Andy and two others had sought to reach the summit of Balch Mountain; they got as far as where the clouds came in to rest and the forest so thick the needles of the pines obscured the path.  To say the least it got a little “spooky” and the boys wisely returned to their camp.  Balch Lake was at the summit and usually the best way to reach the remote lake was by horsey.  But at $7 an hour it was a bit steep—steeper than the mountain path itself!
	Andy struck off going up Balch Mountain Trail, he had no intention of traveling the estimated four hours it would take a hiker in moderate condition to reach said lake, but just to go up a bit and look around.
	Finding the fresh toilet paper with appropriate “stains” was an intriguing venture.  Gross as it was.  He kicked dirt and forest debris over the tissue and began using his implants to see who might have left it.
	Half an hour later and he came to where a path cut off from the main path going to the open side that was very rocky and to Gullivar’s Creek.  He paused to catch his breath, get a drink from his canteen, and pee.  while doing so—his eye implant caught sight of something interesting.

	Just across Gullivar’s Creek that cut into the mountain three youths picked their way up thru a narrow and rocky path.  Their objective was the vista a few hundred yards up.  Reaching said vista was a neat trick, though; the pathway was narrow and there were many-many rocks, boulders, fallen logs and a crumbly path to contend with.  Not to mention that it was steep going to say the least—any steeper and you’d need repelling gear!
	But the kids, all about 12ish, made their way to almost being there when the girl (yes, of course there’s a girl) slipped and went sliding down near twenty-five feet.  When the dust settled she was found to be slumped and non-moving.  With Andy’s electronic ear he heard one boy, “OH SHIT! SHE’S FUCKIN’ DEAD!”
	She was not, however, FUCKIN’ DEAD but merely unconscious. 
	The boys beat feet—mostly by the seat of their pants and not feet to the non-moving girl and were in a mild state of panic.  
	“Go for help!” shouted the one boy who thought she was dead.  She was still breathing but had a slight head wound.  Twelve year old Jeff Mullins nodded and struck off down the path, slipping and falling as he went.
	“Don’t fuck up yourself, dumbass!” Shane Cassidy yelled after him.
	Andy squatted, there was nothing he could do, really—he was across the creek—its sides were steep, rocky, and he’d mostly likely get fucked up royally trying to get to the girl and boy.  He’s only recourse would be to go back down to the Crossing then up the other side of Gullivar’s Creek.  By that time the poor girl would have either expired (sad) or the help Jeffry was going for would be there.  So he sat and waited, watching.
	Watching as a few minutes after friend Jeffery had split, Shane made some feeble attempts at making the girl, Dana, comfortable.  He used some water from his canteen on her head wound, then wrapped it with a kerchief he had had about his neck.  As he moved the girl to make her more comfortable as she had landed in all disarray—his hand came across her small developing pre-teen breasts.
	Hmmm
	Shane looked down the pathway then began with his hands running over the still near lifeless form that was a friend.  Firstly it was her stomach area, then her sides, then right onto her young developing breasts.  She was twelve and though many girls her age were developing well, Dana Henson was rather “small.”
	No matter, Shane squeezed and seeing no reaction from her, undone her shirt and flipped the bra cups up to reveal the small delectables.  Then he was undoing the shirt, pushing it back and admiring her chest as a whole.

	Then it was down to her brown pants where quickly he undone them, peeling the flaps back and staring with almost halting breath at the girl’s panties.  Checking over his shoulder he saw the “coast was clear” and so down her young legs came her pants.  
	Shane’s eyes rested precious moments on Dana’s panties—they were basic white with some pink flowers on them.  Shane had to gouge the heel of his hand to his boy part, savoring more time as he took in the girl’s private area.  Then he was tugging the panties down revealing her nakedness.
	‘Are you a virgin?’ 
	No answer—the distance was too great (some fifty feet at least if not more) and the crashing water of the creek was intruptive, too.  Andy sighed and could only continue to watch.  Watch as the boy got the girl’s panties at her ankles, opened her legs naturally, then hurriedly got his own pants and underwear down.  No foreplay, not even fingering her delicate cunny did he do—just mounted himself onto the unconscious friend and began pumping.
	Andy was miffed that he couldn’t be there to see the penetration; to see if the girl was a virgin and to help the boy along his complete conquest of her young body.  He humped and humped and at length pulled out to hump on the girl’s cunt; he peered down his very tan body to see his little cum squirter then returned it to Dana’s dick trench and continued fucking her.

	The boy had just got his nut when Andy saw the heads of people coming up the trail.
	‘You might wanna speed it up, pal.’ Andy said, sending a strong mind link to the boy.  He doubted that he made a viable connection but it was worth a shot.  The took a few pumps, squeezed the girl’s breasts then was grossed out by the blood coating his dick.
	She had been a virgin after all.
	Then he, too, heard the voices down below.  Quickly and hurriedly he re-dressed Dana, not even bothering to wipe her down.  And he himself barely had time to get his britches up and fastened before two adult men and a teen boy (the girl’s brother) came up.  The girl was felt out—checking her limbs for damage, then one of the men, the girl’s Daddy, carried her back down the hill.
	Andy waited, the “evidence” would be found on Dana later during her exam by medical personnel.  They would know the difference between a simple fall against a rock or something busting her cunt and a cock busting her cherry.  (especially if there was any CUM left in and on her!)
	Oh well, if Andy would have been closer he could helped out.  But he wasn’t.  he was tired, though and camp was a helluva ways off.  There was a short cut but it was a bitch to traverse.  He did it anyways finding the “little boy lovers” as he did so.

*

	They weren’t just little boy lovers, they also liked little girls (and each other!)  Andy found this out by coming up on Bonnie Schuman and Karen Baker.  Karen Baker was the wee sister of Kristine.  Bonnie and Karen were off to themselves while the others were with assorted wee ones themselves.  Bonnie had just helped Karen out of her clothes, ‘cept for her panties.  Bonnie made a security check and all was clear—Andy was close but laying on the ground like the skink that had run across his hand.
	Slowly Bonnie lowered Karen’s kiddie panties; hugged her and lifted her up at the same time, thusly working off the child’s underwear rendering her completely naked.  Bonnie wasted little time and gently laid the little tyke out on her clothes—then she “went down on her.”
	Andy was amused if not awed—he knew that guys did stuff with each other, sucking cock and butt hole driving and he had HEARD about girls fooling around with one another but he had no real concept of how they did that.  Now he knew.  Bonnie lapped her tongue to the wiggling Karen and Andy was more than intrigued.
	As Bonnie lapped young girl poon she began undoing her own pants.  Andy’s view was pretty good—Bonnie’s thirteen year old ass and Bonnie’s tongue action to Karen’s six year old cunt.  She licked and licked and licked and then licked some more before sitting up, looked around for security’s sake, then pushed down her white jeans and panties.  She was a little awkward but managed to get her pants and panties off without standing up or laying down.  Thereafter she scooted up the six year old’s wiggling body saying giggling, “Your turn!”
	Karen put her hands onto Bonnie’s ass and began a so-so venture of tonguing out the hairless cunt in her face.  Voices distracted Bonnie and Andy, Bonnie froze but then returned to enjoying being eaten out by Karen.  At length she scooted back down and stood up looking to a certain direction.  Karen stood, fingered her sex and looked very delicious to Andy.  His cock surged and he greatly wanted to pound his pud into that girl’s snatch.

	Bonnie scratched an itch on her butt then carefully stepped to the edge of the bushes encircling her and Karen.  She indicated to Karen to come and she did and Andy was clueless and took a bit to get his eye implant to see what they were seeing.
	Beyond the bushes was Karen’s sister, Kristine.  She was in the company of Courtney Vanox, Jack Spadder, and Toby Spurburger.  Kristine (Kristy) was Bonnie’s age, thirteen.  Courtney and Jack (Jackie) were a pleasing eight years young.  Toby was a year older than Kristine and Bonnie, and the other “little boy lovers” at fourteen years.
	Courtney and Jackie were nude, so were Kristy and Toby.  Toby had a hard hard-on and was stroking it.  He was handsome, dark hair, boyish features, good form, athletic, single gold earring in right ear.  Courtney lay on piled clothes; for eight she was a real cutey; long flowing brown hair, green eyes, a flat face, a fantastic little smile and a nice little butt.
	Eight year old Jack Spadder had a hard-on, too, and Kristy was playing with it.  Both Kristy and Coutney were playing with his puddling and when it was at its hardest he was directed onto Courtney whereupon he was prompted to screw the young lass.
	Toby stroked his pud and moved to his knees positioning himself right behind Jack’s ass.  Courtney parted her legs wide and Jackie began to pump.  Kristy was all a blush, giggling, and occasionally eyed Toby’s boner.
	Young Jack Spadder wasn’t professional in his pursuit of “getting some”, but he did a fair job; his young pud slipped out but he kept on grinding against Courtney’s fine young snatch until he managed to get back into her and go until he was exhausted.
	By then, Toby Spurburger’s cock was jutting cum.  The boy was in agony as he stood watching Jackie “get some” and Kristy was right there, naked!
	‘Would you willingly like to suck his cock?’
	“Yes.” she said aloud.
	“What?” asked Toby.
	Kristy shook her head, “Huh?” and looked directly to Toby standing right close and his cum squirting cock.
	‘Suck it.’  ‘Suck it.’  ‘Suck it!’
	Kristy’s mouth hung open, she licked her lips, flared her nostrils, fingered her pussy—then leaned in pressing her lips to Toby’s soiled schlong.  Her lovely teen lips went over the mushroom head of his prong, then all the way down the hardened shaft.
	Toby reeled, arched his back and pushed his pud into her thirteen year old mouth, rocking back and forth, flexing his butt muscles and thriving on the delicious blowjob.  
	The boy strove hard to hold off blowing his load too soon, but he was already at the pivotal moment—watching Jackie and Courtney gettin’ after it; and Kristy then sucking his cock, it was too much and fresh hot jiz spewed into Kristy’s mouth.  The release was sensational and there was a lot of it, too.  Kristy slurped, fingered herself, and sucked dry her friend’s pud juice.

	‘She’s cute, huh?’
	There was no doubt about that.  Toby liked seeing Courtney naked—gettin’ some.  And after she had gotten some, she sat up fingering herself, grinning, giggling and ogling Toby’s cum dripping cock.
	“Yeah, cute.” Toby said getting hard.
	So, while Jackie drove his still hard erection into Kristy, Toby drove his erection into Courtney—her mouth.  (but there was a desire to try for her cunt!  (with optional desire for her “other” hole, too!))
	Courtney sucked but was a little grossed out by the sperm coating it (and still jutting from the piss slit.)
	‘Go down on her.’
	Jackie was humping hard on Kristy; Kristy flailed her legs all about, her hands clamped tightly to the boy’s young sun warmed ass.  She stared at Courtney sucking Toby giving no expression whatsoever about whether she found the act disgusting or revolting or other.  
	Gently Toby guided Courtney back down on her clothes, opened her legs and for a moment just eyed her naked cunt that just ached for his teenage cock.  Toby felt his heart beating harder, faster as he lay beside the girl, fingering her pussy while his cock dripped sperm onto her thigh.
	‘Eat her pussy out, stupid!’
	Toby looked around strangely, “Huh?” 
	Courtney hadn’t said it, Kristy had her mouth full of young boy pud and the young boy of whom had his pud in a mouth was giggling too much to say anything.
	‘Go down on her, eat her out!’
	Toby slid down to the eight year old’s business end, opened her legs and began licking her hairless poon out to his delight.  And he did delight in doing so—so much so that he barely needed the “suggestion” ‘Fuck her!’

*

	Voices, male voices, distracted the gang and they scattered, quickly and quite hastily.  Kristy and Jackie grabbed their clothes and disappeared into the thicket in a dire panic.  Toby and Courtney did likewise.  Andy held fast a moment, seeing who was the assholes who caused the disruption.
	Just some wandering fishermen.  Assholes.
	Andy sought to relocate Kristy and the others; he was only successful in relocating Toby and Courtney.  Good enough!  They were still naked, highly frightened—but Toby still had a boner.  They hadn’t gone too awfully far from where they had been—down into a gully under a great mass of piled logs and boulders.  It formed a natural cave-hideout and Toby held the lovely naked Courtney into him until the danger passed.
	‘All clear.’ Andy said to Toby.  Then, ‘Would you let Toby fuck you, like Jackie did?’
	Courtney wrinkled her nose, fingered her cunt and remarked, “I guess so.”
	“‘Guess so’ what?” Toby asked.
	Courtney took her turn at being confused.  “I thought you said something.” She was soooooooooo cute.  Toby held her, ran his hands up and down her sides, his cock right between her legs from behind.
	‘Let him fuck you, like Jackie did.’
	“Ok.” she said, aloud.
	“‘Ok’, what?”
	“You can do me like Jackie did.”
	Toby was confused, but willing.
	Naked Courtney laid out on her clothes, again.  She was very unique in her appearance, her face was somewhat flat and she had a very intoxicating smile.  Lovely blue eyes illuminated her face and there was often an accompanying giggle.
	Toby gently ever so gently paid his cock against the sweet little girl’s cunt, humping the gash that was non-virginal (and she was merely eight years young!)  Amazing!  While his cock humped he fondled the girl’s already budding breasts—it helped intensify his lust and re-strengthen his cum shooter.
	Finally, though, it was enough with the pretending and time for the schlepping.  Courtney’s poon was well lubed with her own juices as well as sputtering juices from Toby’s cock.  The teen gently and ever so gingerly pressed into her young sex his teen prong and on in it went.

	Young Courtney did make some faces and Toby took his time even slower.  But she was eight, eight.  Toby’s cock was just too big for her and all he was able to get in was the head and about an inch of shaft.  If he didn’t care for her, she were a stranger—then he wouldn’t care how much he hurt her and just rammed his wicked teen salami into her and fucked her brains out.
	But he did care, unfortunately and so he humped her twat with just the head and an inch of shaft into and squirted cum 90 seconds later.  He was already set to blast and so it was a matter of time anyways.
	‘Try for her asshole.’
	“Ok.”
	Courtney blinked her eyes, “Huh?”
	Toby shinned it on and masturbated himself furiously, smearing some of his spunk laden heavily on her cunt to her adjoining asshole.  Then he lifted her legs and Courtney held them from the knees.  Toby applied gobs of cum to her hole—Jackie had been in there, too.  So had a special candle provided by Kristy!  
	And after some dutiful finger fucking exploration of Courtney’s hole, apt penetration from Toby’s cock made more entry than it had in her cunt.  But still, her backdoor was just as tight and ungiving as her front door.  She needed more breaking in.

*

	Andy found Bonnie and Donna on his way back to his camp; in the company of Bobby Galvons (ten) and Teddy Hydam (12).  Bonnie (Schuman) thirteen, lay on her back, naked.  Donna (Byerly) also thirteen was positioned above her.  Behind Donna was Teddy, his cock in her ass and he was pumping madly as he was right at the top of the escalator of lust and about to “step off.”  Bobby’s cock was in Donna’s mouth.
	Gorgeous.  Simply fucking gorgeous!  The boys concentrated on their explosive moment soon coming; the girls lay in utter lust gobbling everything within their reach.  Andy watched with baited breath (and hard cock.)
	Twelve year old Teddy achieved his goal first; his young barely hairy balls slapped hard and then harder as the explosive moment came and then came!  He pumped madly, strained and juts upon justs squirted into Donna’s funk hole factory.  The boy though exhausted continued humping until every ounce of his liquid love was transferred from his balls to Donna’s ass.

	Ten year old Bobby gave Donna a cum blast, too.  It was pretty significant for a boy his age and graciously filled the teen girl’s mouth in one terrific blast.  Bobby reeled as his cock fired off the cum squirt.  It was amazing (to him) and though not his first time ejaculating, it was his first blow job.
	Donna sucked his cock dry, then sucked his balls while caressing his sun warmed ass.  The boy’s dick plopped out of her mouth and all over her face it went.  Behind her, Teddy smacked her ass with his cock, running the member up and down her crack and eyeing her cunt.  Beneath her, Bonnie caressed Teddy’s ass and his balls; on her face was his dripping jiz both from his cock as well as from her girlfriend’s cooze.

*

	He chalked it up to merely being hungry as while he watched the girls with their boys in the woods he got the notion to join in and give the girls some more juices to swallow and be coated in he got ill.  Once more a strange wave of nausea swept over him making him seasick.  And it lasted more than usual, too; which concerned him and when a noise unknown disturbed the naughty girls he made himself scarce while the naughty gang quickly gathered themselves and did so likely.
	The “seasickness” passed about half way back to the campsite.  Dipping his feet into one of the many creeks crossing his path felt good and he let the ill feeling he got fade.
	Back at camp he was still heralded for his heroics which embarrassed him to no end.  He got some dinner then made for his tent to rest.  He saw in his mind the girls of the woods, Darlene and Molly, everyone.  He fretted slightly about why he had gotten sick, or gotten the sick feeling.  Was it hunger?  Being hot?  Horny?  Oversexed?  His implants misfiring as they had done so in the past or a combo of all the above.
	He let a long butt blast rip and then he was asleep.

Naughty business escalating beyond comprehension
	“I think I found a good spot, up Balch Trail couple hundred yards or so.”
	Andy was for it and after his nap a bit of lunch he and church friend, Mike Sconners struck off for some fishing.  Mike was a married man with four—count ‘em FOUR kids; three were girls.  The oldest girl, Trisha, was a cutey pie at just twelve years of age.  

	With fishing poles and tack the two struck off chatting lightly about the woods, the fishing, the water level, etc.  Mike though was older he and Andy “connected” and got along more than just Adult and Teen.  Once at the designated spot the two did their business of fishing and did fairly well.  Time was getting on, though, and they had to start heading back.
	For no other reason than “just because” they struck off on a different route.  The new route was along an established trail and marked; there were some areas that were rugged; the trail dipped down into some rough gouged out gullies then steeply climbed up the other side to continue onward.  The trail was just above the camp road below the hill but climbed upwards following the contours of the geography until coming to Miner Lake.
	Miner Lake was a “minor” lake that was a “miner’s lake discovery.  The “lake” was more/or less better classified as a pond, an oversized on.  It was fed by a single creek from the higher up lakes as well as an underground natural spring.
	As the two came up on the lake/pond they saw an old pickup parked nearby.  There was a lone dirt road that led to the remote lake, it was a tough road to navigate and usually required 4-wheel drive to do it.  The truck was on an old yellow American thing from the mid 60s with a custom extended cab.  It was equipped with a 4-wheel drive system, set up high with the truck itself and beat up overall.  
	A lone adult male was in the company of some young’uns; two boys and two girls.  The boys were approx. 9yrs and 10yrs with the girls even younger at 7yrs and 4yrs.  The boys had raven black dark hair while the girls were blonds.  None of them had any clothes on, ‘cept the lone adult male.
	The kids were frolicking in the shallow end of the pond with great merriment, the lone adult male (Ralph) watched them closely with a steady eye on the youngest members lest she get into trouble.
	Andy was in a slight dilemma that only progressed to “worse” when after some time of the kids “frolicking” it was time to go.  Ralph kept checking his watch saying “a few more minutes” to the kids’ constant whining, “cant we stay a little while longer?”
	Finally those “few more minutes” and “ a little while longer” were up and they had to head back to their camp.  The kids trudged out, still frolicking and deliciously naked.  Ralph collected their strewn clothes and when he turned to make for the truck—it was evident very evident that he had a boner!  Ralph wore green mid-thigh swim trunks and his cock was poking the trunks outward.

	Once at the truck Ralph (uncle) got some towels and began toweling dry the kiddies.  He seemed to take special care in doing so unto the girls.  Of course!  Then, the boys loaded up into the messy-cluttered truck first, still naked.  Then he hoisted up the seven year old; long stringy brown hair, flat face, flat chest.  She was cutie, Uncle Ralph ran his hands up and down her sides, then down her legs.  Slowly did the child lay down.  Ralph then opened her legs and gawked at her “goodie box”.  Before he did anything else he looked around for security’s sake then “went down on her.”
	While he did so, he surreptitiously whipped out his cock and the little four year took holt of it, sucking it.  She seemed to have an expertise in her task, working her fingers up and down the mighty manly shaft with her little mouth engulfing the head.
	Beside Andy, church friend Mike looked on in extreme astonishment and awe.  Andy used his eye implant to see that Mike had a raging hard-on and was secretly gouging the heel of his hand into it.  He was also sweating and on his lips was lust’s desires.
	
*

	The trek down a narrow path to the access road was a tricky one and required Andy and Mike’s attention.  Once to the narrow access road then the trek back to their camp was a little easier; but the two were still quiet in their trekking; they were consumed by with what they had seen—Andy merely wondering particularly how his friend felt about seeing the lone adult noshing on the two young girls; getting a BJ from one while eating the other out.  Then, he spanked the girls as they lay on the bench seat of the truck (using his hand lightly first and then his hard cock.)
	While the girls were being smacked they sucked the boys.
	From there the girls were laid out on the seat whereupon the horny young boys took pleasure humping on them (in them) while their Uncle fondled them all over the young nude bodies, ‘specifically their bare bums.  He did jerk off onto the oldest boy’s ass and had the two girls lick it (and his hole, balls, cock) clean.
	Thereafter it was seriously time to go and get back to wherever they belonged.  No one seemed interested in dressing, the Uncle fired up the old ratty yellowed truck and nosily left the area.  Andy and Mike remained where they were for a few minutes—gathering themselves, then slowly pulled themselves together and began making their own way.

	Half way along their way and Mike did stop to pause and piss on a bush.  He moved off the road positioning himself behind a large rock.  Andy maneuvered himself to where he could just see his church friend—see his church friend not only peeing but whacking off.
	Andy wondered something.
	‘Got thoughts about your daughter?’
	Mike looked around, “Huh?”  (Andy still hadn’t quite the knack of Mind Intrusion when doing the Q&A).
	“What?” Andy said as he, too, was peeing with a raging hard-on.
	“I-I thought you said something.”
	“Nope,” then, “just kinda hard to pee with a boner.” He figured he might as well give that a try as they had both seemed to enjoy watching the Uncle of the yellow truck molest his nieces and nephews.
	Mike didn’t say anything but steadily maintained the grip he had on his schlong and worked it furiously.  Andy took his time slowly working his mind manipulation abilities on a more subtle nature.
	‘If you could get a blowjob from your daughter, would you?’
	Mike’s daughter, Trisha, was a merely lovely twelve years young.  Andy had seen her in a two piece bathing suit, Hawaiian style and it was absolute cock busting—absolutely!
	Mike was too stunned to answer, but Andy saw flashes in his mind of Mike’s mind—pictures of his daughter in various stages of undress.  Andy found it hard to concentrate due to a slight “seasickness” wave washing over him but he saw images of Mike’s daughter naked on her bed fingering herself.
	Mike was cumming.  Great shots of man juice squirted dramatically from his cock and Mike humped his hand and made pelvic motions, too.  Andy saw flashes of the girls from the Uncle’s yellow truck but also concentrated images of Trisha; laying naked on her bed during the day and night, fingering herself.  A night time image of Trisha laying nakedly on her bed on her stomach.  Mike moaned, groaned, and continued squirting juice until his cock was done.

	Andy struggled to come up with a conversation line.  There was the Bold Approach:  “Hey, I have unique abilities implanted in my body that allow me to manipulate other peoples minds.  How’s about we manipulate your twelve year old daughter to suck our cocks?”
	Or:  “Too bad that guy was there and not us.”
	Mike looked to his young friend with a quirky smirk on his face, “Yeah.” he said.

	“Yeah.” he said.  A confirmation that “Yeah, I’d rather have been there getting a blowjob from those little girls, spanking their bare asses with my cock, squirting my liquid love all over their sweet little faces and everything.”
	They made the turn that was the last turn before the road dipped down to cross Balchwood Creek and then bring them to their church camp.  Andy stopped and made a half turn, unzipped and hauled out his cock—it wasn’t for peeing but for other.  But it was “pretend”.  Mike stood where he was for a moment, then moved up to the side of the rustic four-wheel drive road and also hauled out his cock.
	The two stood with one foot of space from shoulder-to-shoulder, masturbating like good little Christians!  Andy faked really getting into it, squeezing his balls, undulating his body, his lips, breathing hard and seeming seriously wishing he had been the Uncle…
	Mike was slower in his pursuit of Man Happiness.  Andy very gently peeked into the man’s mind; there were mixed images of many girls; some were in bathing suits, some in their panties only, some were nude.  All were under ten years of age!  One image was of his daughter, Trisha, she was also at a mere ten or so.
	“Too bad we don’t have one of those EMAD things.” Andy said.
	Mike, sweating, trembling, lusting, nodded his head, “Yeah, too bad.”
	‘So, what if you DID; what would you do?  Use it to get naughty with Trisha?’
	There was a pause, all images in Mike’s mind froze and faded to black.  Then, a single image of Trisha came; approximately the current age she was, pulling off her swim suit, in her bedroom, laying out on her bed, opening her legs saying “Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me hard!”
	Cum squirted from Mike’s cock and he looked as if though he was near to faint!

	The sound of an approaching vehicle disrupted the two masturbators and they stole off into the woods seeing a forestry truck make its way up the remote road.  Andy and Mike continued thru the woods still on the opposite side of their campsite.  They picked their way along up the upper side of Balchwood Creek intending on making way down to the flat terrain where they could use the great redwood there lain across the creek to cross.

	Nothing more was said (or done.)  The two made to the level area and paused there, soaking their bare feet, farting, and taking a deserved break.  They then ditched the idea of crawling up to the great redwood tree that lay across the creek and just walked across the creek itself.  The water there was some four feet deep and flowing fastly.
	A couple of places was a little tricky (and a little deeper than four feet.)  Both Andy and Mike fell completely into the creek and were swept some feet down; but thankfully there were many rocks, boulders, trees, to catch them, abuse them lest they drown.
	They did manage not to drown or be swept clear down the creek to Balchwood Lake.  That would be bad.  Quite an experience, but it would be bad.  Once on shore they rested and shook their heads, it WOULD have been better to have crawled up onto the redwood and simply crossed.  Oh well, live and learn.
	The trail from the crossing was narrow (aren’t all trials “narrow”; it’s in the Mother Nature Handbook, page ten, paragraph four—All trails in Nature will be NARROW of Foot and of the Way”).  It wound switchback-like up two hundred feet to the main dirt road that then took a few minutes to actually finally make the church camp.
	Along the way…

	“Rocky” Zane Kaplan was a likeable chap, Andy liked him, and he was well known among the church folk; for helping out with cookouts, taking the boys off into the mountains for outings, teaching outdoors type stuff, and those of age were taught motorcycle safety.  Rocky Kaplan was a motorcycle enthusiast (but a whole lot more—as we shall see.)
	Rocky had come up to the came bringing his two young granddaughters, Brandi and Shyenne.  Brandi was a lovely girl of a mere twelve years while her sister, Shyenne, was a mere nine years—but looked even younger!  Awesome!
	Rocky was on his knees—directly behind granddaughter Brandi.  Granddaughter Brandi was naked, Grandpa Rocky had his clothes, just his pants and underwear at his ankles.  His cock was in his granddaughter.  (as to what hole he was in was not clear—not until after he pulled out.)
	Happily he humped, though, hands gripping the girl’s side as methodically he plowed the way to glory.  Beside, young-young Shyenne was laid out on her clothes, naked.  With her legs open wide she gave her naughty Grandpa a reason to live.  She fingered herself and occasional got fingered…

	Two minutes after Andy and side-kick Mike came upon the scene then did Rocky “get off.”  The moment came and he began humping faster and faster; his balls slapped Brandi’s body—she herself made some noise of grunting with accompanying quickening breathing pants.
	The orgasm came and Shyenne scrambled up to see the ultimate event.  Mike and Andy then were clued in that Grandpa Rocky had been in Brandi’s poop chute.
	There was a lot of cum, Rocky angled himself askew of his granddaughters, masturbating and grinning, beaming greatly with his deed.  Shyenne shocked Mike and Andy as she went with her tongue and licked clean her sister’s fresh fucked hole.  As she did so, Rocky leaned in and humped her pretty head.

	Rocky wasn’t thru.  After humping Shyenne’s head and she had licked clean thoroughly her sister’s dirt chute Rocky laid out on the ground, kicking off his clothes.  Shyenne came to his side and “went down on him”.  She did!  Mike let out a little groan and seemed to be in some agony as he watched the little suck the man’s cock.
	Rocky’s cock though freshly out of Brandi’s asshole was not “dirty” per se, just coated in cum.  It also hadn’t gone flaccid but had softened some.  Granddaughter Shyenne worked her Grandpa’s cock with her hands then with her mouth.
	Brandi, meanwhile, farted shooting the cum shot up into her asshole out.  She then turned over and sat on her clothes, legs opened wide fingering herself—watching her sister suck their Grandpa.  The expression on her face was stoic—she gave no indication one way or the other how she felt about the situation.
	Then, Rocky tapped his granddaughter’s head and she crawled up his body, straddling his waist.  Lifting herself up some she and Rocky gripped his dick and made attempts at making penetration.  It was a profile viewing so it was unclear as to what hoe SHE was receiving.  (not that it mattered.)
	Brandi scrambled over and helped out the cause, taking her Grandpa’s cock and holding it steady while sister Shyenne slid herself down taking it.  Brandi caressed her sister’s ass and maintained a grip on the cock invading.  Rocky arched his back and gripping his young granddaughter’s ass he gently made entry and Shyeene gently slid herself down.
	It was too much for Mike—out of his pants came his cock and he began to masturbate with extreme lust etched on his face.  His desires (of lust) was well noted.  

	‘Do you wish you were Rocky?’
	‘Yes.’
	‘Do you wish you had your cock in the girls?’ he just has to ask for clarity’s sake.
	Mike didn’t answer (in his mind) but nodded—and nodded—and nodded.  He wanted to have HIS cock sliding in and out of Shyenne’s cunt, asshole, and mouth.  Ditto to Sheyenne’s sister, too.  

	Two minutes did Rocky hump his littlest granddaughter before his cock embedded up into her asshole firstly THEN transferred to her cunt exploded with dramatic thrusts of ultimate sexual release.  Not all of his manyly manhood made entry into the young granddaughter, she was merely nine.  But, she was able to take her Grandpa’s cock—the head and a couple of inches into her small young lithe body.  
	Great magnificent gobs of man juice anointed her; pussy, ass, cheeks, taint, everywhere.  Shyenne turned over onto her Grandpa; he pulled her up some and Brandi went immediately down on her sister; licking up the cum laden heavily on the girl’s cunt, ass, asshole, everywhere.  (she also sucked on her Grandpa’s cock!)

*

	Once back to camp Andy grabbed a soda, a hot dog, and took a seat under one of the great trees.  Mike made for his tent and wasn’t seen for some time.  Andy surmised he was jerking off, probably using his daughters’ panties to help, too!   Andy looked over the camps delectables; Darlene and Molly were gabbing with Holly and Beverly; the boy lovers Kristine and Bonnie were present, too.  Patricia Johnston with her daughters Kellie and Katey were making lunch—Andy had a big desire to shag all three of them, ‘specially that damn cute nine year old Kellie!
	Mike emerged from his tent looking “refreshed” (or relieved.)  After grabbing a sandwich he got into a convo with some of the other male members of the church camp casually giving Andy a glance.  After a while, Andy got up, dusted himself off and slipped off into the woods.
	After peeing (and no one spied on him doing so) he ambled to the creek cliff.  
	“Don’t jump!” sparked a voice, Mike.
	Andy smiled and turned to greet him finding that Mike had come with his daughter, Trisha.  Trisha was twelve; her breasts were small—just beginning to bud.  She was cute all over, too.

	Though Mike didn’t have EMAD-like implants, he conveyed a great deal to young Andy just the same:  “I want to fuck my daughter.”
	‘Ok, I can make that happen.’
	The three made their way down to the level area then up into the wilderness to a secluded area that was nice, serene, and perfect for engaging in immoral acts.  Of which they did…
	Along their way down from the Uncle with the yellow truck and his nephews and nieces incident, Mike had inquired “so you really have one of those things?” EMADs. To which Andy replied, “Yeah, but it’s different.  They went on for a ways before Mike asked, “How?”
	Andy explained about the accident and the implants and then his electronic no-how and after some painful manipulation—viola!  He had a unique EMAD in his body.
	Mike was awed, intrigued, and in deep thought the rest of the way to camp.  Then he made that disappearance into his tent for awhile.  Then, after meeting up with him and trekking to the serene remote locale in the woods,
	“I’d like to see it.” he stated boldly.
	That took Andy, his EMAD was internal, it was a part of him.  It couldn’t really be seen unless the skin of his arm and the area surrounding his eye socket were peeled back.
	Then,
	“I-I mean, I’d like to see it—work.”
	Oh.
	Andy looked to Trisha as she collected wildflowers to make a tiara.  Then looking to Mike, Mike nodded with a sheepish grin attached.
	Ahhhhh, ‘So, you’d like to have Trish naked AND bobbing on your dong, like Brandi and Shyeene did to Rocky?’
	‘Yes.’ Whole heartedly YES-YES-OH FUCKING HELL YES-YES!

	Down came her shorts; blue knit things that went just to the knees.
	Her white sleeveless Summer top and bra were already on the ground leaving her to stand in a pair of nice white panties.  Nice.  Her Dad was near to melt; he was in absolute awe—she had become somewhat modest as her teen years approached and she was a little shy to begin with.
	Mike just couldn’t believe the power of his young friend had, the ability to manipulate Trisha was astounding!  Astounding!  
	Then, he watched with halted breath as down came those lovely white panties with pink trim leaving her totally nude.  She said nothing, made no adverse reactions to undressing before her Daddy and church friend.  She stood nude and that was that.

	Mike was aware of EMADs in the modern day society, he had been to classes were various EMADs and their clones were displayed.  The world of technology was overwhelmed with the mind manipulators and virtually they were unstoppable.  As soon as some sort of detector or preventor hit the market, a new EMAD to thwart such devices soon followed.
	Trisha was schooled at school about EMADs and had the latest detector as well as preventor.  She was wise about strangers, never to be anywhere alone, trust no one, and sex.  Her body was average, her breasts a little under average for girls in her age group; she was starting a growth spurt with her body lengthening—just like her 6’3” tall Daddy.  A bit of pubes covered her poon, her virgin poon.
	‘Ever molest her?’
	Mike gulped, sweated, and nodded.  In his mind were images of the girl on her bed, asleep with her pajamas and panties at her knees.  Mike fingering her cunt and masturbating using Trisha’s hand.  He spewed cum on her bare chest and she was nigh but eight years young!
	When she was younger and giving her a bath he fingered her cunt and once when she was seven when she had the need for disciplinary action, he attempted sodomy on her.  The attempt failed but after spanking her bare ass until it was tomato red he lubed his cock up and poked her tight virgin poo chute but was unable to make full anal entry.
	Other than that it was just lust, pure lust to have her suck him.  Deep seeded desires there were for her to ride him, like Shyenne had done so to Rocky.  Mike had fantasy images of shooting wads of his sperm all over Trisha’s face.
	What a guy!
	There, too, were other girls in Mike’s mind, many other girls—mostly church girls—of all ages, too; some were as young as six!  Six!  Amazing!  Awesome!  With the younger ones, though, it wasn’t so much as the desire to penetrate their young bods, just to squirt his love cream on them, to see them naked, prancing around, laying down with their legs open, standing up peeing, sucking his cock, and swallowing his spunk.
	The images fresh in his mind put Mike into heated orgasmic strain.  He let out a moan and fished out his cock.  Trisha lay on her clothes, legs open, revealing her virgin cunt.  Mike stroked himself merciless went down on his pre-teen daughter, driving his tongue wickedly into her young snatch becoming somewhat like an animal.
	Andy watched with some amusement, slowly stripping off his own clothes.  No images further could Andy get from Mike as Mike’s mind was in pure lust mode.

	With his cock against her delicate delicacy, Mike McShane glided his cock up and down his daughter’s virgin entrance.  Up and down, just gliding along jutting bits of his incestuous lust cream onto her creamy white belly.  Trisha’s nipples perked up only enticing her Daddy more.
	‘Are you a naughty girl?’ Andy asked of her.
	“Yes.” Trisha replied aloud—which only enthused her Daddy more!
	‘Have you been naughty with yourself or another person?” Andy quickly nipped her before she answered aloud and got her to answer via the mind link.  Andy hadn’t quite the hang of doing that but he was learning.
	Trisha was fingering herself, but just a beginner.  Usually while showering she found that she could please herself and it felt good!  But mostly she fingered her sex while in bed.
	But wait!  There’s more!
	Trisha had a friend, a good close friend she had only known less than a year.  But in that year they had spied on boys at Summer camp peeing, engaging sexually with other girls as well as with each other!  The two had snuck into a movie theatre; they had ditched school to go to the friend’s house whereupon they stripped off their clothes (no home) and engaged sexually with each other.
	Oh!
	Cunt munching was ok, but finger banging one another was better.
	They also kissed and pounded their poons to one another that sequed to spanking.  Breanna got a spanking “now and then” from her Dad.  It wasn’t so much as in anger or even discipline related; and it was a bare ass spanking, too.
	It wasn’t known if the girl was getting doinked up the ass or not.
	But the girl LIKED being spanked.  It made her cunny tingle and often while she was being spanked bare handed to bare ass she fingered herself AND got off while doing so!
	So Trisha got spanked, too.  Breanna used her hand and then a ping pong paddle.  It took a while, a few “sessions” before Trisha began to develop sexual feelings centered solely at her cunt.
	Breanna had a guy cousin a couple of years older and she was “naughty” with him.  When it was felt that Trisha could be trusted she was let in on their naughty business.  Eric was a cool cat, tall, slenderly built, thick curly hair, an awkward stance, and a nice cock.
	Breanna and Eric boldly got busy with Breanna sucking Eric’s cock until he filled her mouth with his goo.  Trisha had mixed feelings and was a little grossed out by the deed.  

	Totally, though, was Trisha engrossed with their sex act of sex.  Quickly did she become involved in so far as undressing and watching right up close and personal as Eric slid his cock into his cousin’s cunt.  Trisha, positioned right behind the two lovers fingered herself and watched with only mere inches of space between her face and Eric’s humping body.
	She herself did not get involved sexually suffice it to say that she only managed Eric’s cock in her hand.  Not in her mouth, not in her cunt, not in her ass (or anywhere else on her body) just the hand.  She worked Eric’s pud until he squirted, shooting his jiz onto her bared breasts—but his angle attempt had been her sweet face.
	She was almost talked into giving her first blowjob when Breanna’s Mom suddenly came home early.  The kids had to scramble, grab clothes, and hide.  (they all hid in Breanna’s closet—NAKED) and had to do so until thirty minutes after school session.  Then very secretly she sneaked out of the closet.  Meanwhile, Trisha was naked in the closet with the naked cousin.
	While Breanna made her way out of the house and then to the front door as if she were just getting home from school, Eric caressed Trisha’s ass.  Trisha was nervous, scared, and a little frightened.  She was, also, a little horny and slightly willing.
	But once more Eric was foiled as he began making an attempt to put himself into Trisha’s body then did a ruckus disturb them.  There was a lot of screaming involved followed by chaos.  Eric had his cock poised right at Trisha’s cunt and she was willing to let him take her…
	The bedroom door slammed open and then shut with Breanna sobbing greatly.  Trisha was in a fix and was about to open the closet door and go to her when the bedroom door was thrown open and a very pissed off Breanna’s Mom burst in.
	The confrontation was not good with the Mom throwing some papers at Breanna, calling her a little liar then slapping her face.  The yelling was eruptive with Breanna bellowing nonsensical words trying to explain to her pissed Mom the reason for the school calling and sending notices to the house about her non-excused absences and failing grades.
	And at length Breanna’s Mom went ballistic and threw Breanna to her bed wailing on her ass.  Breanna tried to stop the wail but the reign of whacks was too much and she could only wriggle uncontrollably against her bed.
	Then,
	“Get ‘em down!” screeched the out of control Mom.

	Breanna did as told, undoing her turquoise pants and pushing them down.  Pissed off Mom then continue with the severe punishment which made Trisha and Eric way more than uncomfortable. 
	“When I fucking send you to school I mean for your Goddamn ass to be there!” shouted the Mom.  She was very pissed and continued to smack her Daughter’s ass until her hand wore out.  Then she said those immortal words, “Just wait until your Daddy gets home!”
	Oh boy!
	Breanna sobbed and came to floor curling up her knees sitting on her blistered ass trembling.  This incident had occurred just shy of her twelfth birthday some months before.  The Mom left the room slamming it shut leaving Breanna to sob by her bed for several minutes before Trisha gathered herself and slipped out of the closet.  Eric remained inside and wisely put his clothes on—Trisha went out NUDE!
	She held her dear friend and she got on her hands and knees, pulling her panties down so as Trisha could have a looksee.  The flesh of the eleven year old was searing and very tender to the touch.  Trisha didn’t know what to do so she just hugged her.
	“My Dad will be home soon.” Breanna said thru her sobs.
	Trisha collected her clothes, dressed, and with cousin Eric slipped out the bedroom window and left.  When Trisha nextly saw Breanna she asked,
	“So, did your Dad beat your butt some more?”
	“Yes.” Breanna answered matter-of-factly.  But the manner of which she had answered led Trisha to believe more than “spanking” was involved.  Breanna did no more “ditching” (for awhile.)  She found ways to circumvent her Mom from finding out when she returned to the ditching by getting to the mail first and anything with her school’s letterhead on it she took care of herself plus erased the phone messages.  All this was fine until one day the vice-principal and Breanna’s home room teacher showed up at the door.
	Breanna’s Dad was out of town on business—leaving Breanna’s ass in the angry ass busting hands of her Mom.  Breanna had to stand beside her Mom while the VP and teacher detailed Breanna’s unexcused missed days and her failing work.  There was the possibility that if it continued then Breanna would be expelled from the school and have to attend a “special” school for chronic truant school students, get counseling, and/or pay the school district a fine.
	Trisha was once more hidden in the closet, alone this time.  After the vice-principal and teacher left Breanna and her Mom got into it again but not as loud or as long.  
	“Get your ass to your room!” shouted the Mom, though.

	Breanna’s Mom was right behind her and when they entered into the bedroom, “Get them down!” indicating that Breanna had to take her pants down, again.
	Breanna already sobbing and begging did as she was told.  Her Mom pushed her to her bed, pinned her arms behind her and commenced to wailing on her mercilessly until Breanna could literally stand it no more.  Trisha was very frightened and had even peed.  But she was stark naked and if she should be discovered in the closet naked—it would be hard to explain.  Very hard.
	Breanna’s Mom even ripped down her daughter’s panties and wailed on her bare ass that was already blistered until finally the irate Mom had had enough and left her daughter.  Breanna curled up into a tight fetal position with a terrified naked Trisha huddled in the closet.

*

	With a mighty thrust he was in.  Trisha let out a little yelp, Mike instantly hushed her with his hand over her mouth; his cock was in and it was in for the long haul.  He began to pump, hushing his daughter as he defiled her, busting her cherry and humping for all he was worth.
	Trisha flailed about some mumbling muffled words “it hurts, daddy, it hurts.” But not too awfully badly, it was more discomforting than hurting.  Andy masturbated right beside them soothing Trisha’s mind as the sex continued.  
	Again he tried with the questioning:  ‘Would you suck your Daddy’s cock, willingly, if he wanted you to?’ along with, ‘Would you jack your Daddy’s cock off like you did with Breanna’s cousin?’ and, ‘Would you let your Daddy lick your pussy out like you let your girlfriend do?’ followed by, ‘Would you let your Daddy fuck you?’
	In Trisha’s mind the answers were Yes to all the above, except for the fucking.  Willingly she would masturbate her Daddy, if he wanted her to.  She would keep that to herself, along with keeping to herself sucking his cock but she was afraid of his spew and didn’t want to get pregnant.  She DID taste Eric’s spew—after it had been squirted onto Breanna’s cunt and asshole.  Breanna liked the taste of spew, Trisha didn’t.
	But willingly Trisha Jane McShane  would give her Daddy a handjob, suck his cock, and let him lick her pussy.  She was opposed to letting him out and out FUCK her, but it wasn’t something set in concrete.  With Andy’s help, it wouldn’t be, either.

	One time not so long ago, couple of months, Breanna and Trisha had been once more naked, 69ing, spanking one another and carrying on when the Mom once more got pissed at Breanna’s misdoings.  Breanna got a butt busting but not as hard as previous encounters.  Trisha once more hid out in the closet trembling with fear.  Breanna caressed her butt and lay against her bed for a few moments; Trisha was about to come out of the closet when none other than Breanna’s Dad came into the room.
	Nothing was said for a minute or so, then:
	“Stand up.” he said.
	Breanna stood up, trembling, and had like Trisha hiding in the closet, pissed her self.  
	“Take your pants down.”
	Breanna trembled hard but undone her pants and pushed them down revealing the horrid fact that she HAD pissed herself.  Thru Trisha’s eyes Andy saw the man rub himself.  
	“Best take them on off, your underwear, too.”
	Breanna did; then, without being told so she pulled off her top and removed her small AAA bra to stand stark naked before him.  Trisha’s mouth dropped as she saw Breanna’s Dad unzip his fly and pull out his manly manhood.  The cock was monstrous and already dripping bits of cum.
	“Turn around.” he told his daughter.
	Nervously, clenching her fists the naked eleven year old turned around.  “I gotta give it to you,” Breanna’s Dad said, “you’re Mom’s gotta hear something.”
	“I know.” Breanna said on trembling lips.
	Breanna then got on her knees and back up against the bed.  She rubbed her butt that still stung from the beating her Mom had just given her.  She parted her legs, though, then put her arms out across the bed.  “Ok, Daddy,” she said looking to the closet, “I’m ready.”
	Bare hand to bare ass the swats were almost brutal.  Breanna cried out loudly, “OW, DADDY!  THAT HURTS!” Breanna, though, wasn’t in that much distress as she made out.
	Then, after a few dramatic swats, the Daddy moved to HIS knees and spanked his daughter with his cock.  Trisha’s mouth fell open even wider.  Her pretty eyes of blue stared wide eyed as Breanna’s Daddy put his cock up into his daughter’s body.  At the time, Trisha’s didn’t know “where” he had put it, only that he had.  And as he went at her he smacked her thighs making a resounding noise as he did so.  

	Breanna continued to call out, “Yes, Daddy, I wont do it again!” and other comments indicating that she would be a “good girl” from now on.  The man continued humping until he got his rocks off acting much like Breanna’s cousin did when he “got off.”
	The Daddy pulled himself together, pulled out and masturbated squirting more of the yucky-icky stuff onto his daughter’s backside, searing inflamed ass and then—when she turned around she sucked it clean.

	Trisha began grunting as her Daddy humped her; with his man sized cock filling her cunt he was grinding nicely away at her sensitive “bud”.  She clung to him, wrapped her legs about his waist and enjoyed her first fucking.
	Her Daddy enjoyed it, too.
	Whenafter Breanna’s Daddy had left she came to the closet and to the awed Trisha.  Breanna planted a big kiss on her, cupped and squeezed her tits and said, “Let me have you.”  Trisha was too stunned to resist (and she wouldn’t anyways) and laid herself out in the closet.  Breanna firstly went down on her, licking Trisha’s wet cunt, nipping the lips and everything.
	Trisha asked, “Where did he do you?”
	Breanna giggled and planted her butt onto her friend’s face, laying down her lovely fine nude young body, parted her cheeks and revealed to her her cum goobered asshole.  Trisha licked the hole clean…

	Cum also goobered all over (and inside) Trisha’s formerly virgin pussy.  Her Daddy who had spilled the goobering cum and responsible for destroying his pre-teen daughter’s virginity was exhausted.  He had humped and humped, pulled out to hump, then put his dick back in and humped some more.  His cock had swelled graciously inside his young daughter’s quim, the sensation transferred electrically all over his body causing him to contort oddly in the finale moments that was orgasmic.
	Trisha went into minor convulsions herself; she trembled, peed, and experienced a new level or orgasmic bliss that was much different tan when being eaten out by her best friend and her cousin.  A tingling sensation erupted throughout her young body; her nipples tingled and so did her hair!
	Mike was beside him and it wasn’t so much as being aghast at defiling his daughter as it was in the awe of what an orgasm that it was in doing so.  He lay beside barely conscious; his cock just went on and on surging with incredible feelings he couldn’t account for—but he knew that he wanted to do it again (and again—and again—and again.)

	To say the least, Trisha’s cunt was sore.  She wasn’t so sure that she wanted to have sex again despite some of the “good feelings” she got while engaged in such.  She remained breathing hard, sweating, lightly fingering her sex, then peeing.  
	Andy moved into position, pushing his clothing to his ankles then gliding his cock into her fresh fucked deflowered poon.  
	‘You like Andy.’ he began.  ‘You like to play with his cock.’ Then, ‘You like to SUCK him, just like you like to suck your Daddy.’ As he implanted notions and such into her young impressionable mind he slid his teenhood into the girl’s sex.  The blood from her broken hymen, her sex sweat, her Dad’s goo, all helped ease the way for Andy’s throbbing prong to settle in for a nice gentle fuck.
	Trisha’s nipples were nice and hard; Andy took them into his mouth and enjoyed himself with the girl immensely grinding away into the girl’s sex while her Daddy lay beside them watching.