August Moone
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 55
-Mini stories-
Descents of Depravity

Cum stains for everyone!
	It was almost dark by the time Andy, Mike, and sore-at-the-pussy Trisha returned to camp.  She was willing to be a naughty daughter, while they made their way to camp, Andy asked (in Mike’s mind) about his other daughter, Gennifer.
	There was silence in response.  Mike had molested her some when bathing her, he had spied on her when she changed clothes but mostly he kept his hands (and cock) to himself.  But the desire was there—oh hell yeah it was there in a big way!  Casually when he hugged her and patted her butt in a fatherly way he lusted; Gennifer (at home) often went about in her underwear and that was fine with her Daddy.
	Trisha went to bed but Gennifer (fully clothed) occupied her Daddy’s lap while he sat about the campfire on the group’s last nite camping.  There was some singing, the consuming of hotdogs, bare hotdogs (w/o bun), marshmallows and mushy other consumables.  
	Slowly the campers began trotting off to their tents.  When Mike did so he paused at the opening to his family tent giving Andy a nod, ‘come on in, join us.’
	And Andy did.

	Once inside just a small light was used as Mike and Andy were aware of the casting of shadows with light inside a confined area.  Trisha was in her sleeping bag, nude.  Mike pulled the sleeping bag back to reveal her nudity; she was sound-sound to sleep and not aware of her lustful Daddy plus visiting mind manipulator.
	Nor was “Daddy’s little girl” Gennifer.  Mike had carried her in and she was very sound to sleep.  After laying her gently on her own sleeping bag, he began undressing her.  He gave Andy a quick glance; all Andy did to assure the friend that it was ok was to unfurl his cock and begin masturbating.
	Mike pulled off his eight year old daughter’s clothes and then worked himself out of his own.  His manhood was manly and already soiled.  Down to Gennifer’s bald poon he took his fingers, a dream cum true.  Gennifer slept on, her Daddy fingered her then took her small hand and got her to masturbate him.
	‘Would you like me to make her be naughty, with you?’
	Mike took a moment to digest the question.  He thought about hard, contemplated and debated.  Messing with Trisha was one thing, she was twelve—and that was bad enough.  But Gennifer?  She was a sweet eight years old!  He just couldn’t—he just couldn’t!  
	Could he?
	“Like what?” he asked.
	Andy shrugged, choked his chicken and said, “Well, to suck I guess.”
	Mike nodded his head, that would be acceptable.  Along with masturbating him, sitting on his lap while they were both naked, taking his cock against her pussy, and letting him lick her pussy out.
	Mike was cool with that.  The very thought of his little girl sucking him, rubbing his cock against her cunt thrilled him—so much so that he began to ejaculate and shoot his goo onto Gennifer’s face and chest.  When he had blasted his finale he smeared the spunk onto her lips and then onto her pussy.  The desires began to rise in him and despite just cumming off, his cock remained steadfastly hard—hard enough to bust cement and he went to his first daughter…

	While Mike, a warehouse supervisor, humped Trisha (again); Andy, a high school junior, took his turn fingering Gennifer’s cunt.  Then, when he was at his explosive moment he emptied his splooge onto the girl’s cunt with a goodly amount squirted onto her face, specifically her mouth.
	Trisha was partially awake, Mike had his hand over her mouth as he humped her—he went at it fast and hard.  Trisha endured the discomfort with the knowing that it was supposedly going to get easier and feel better (with subsequent experience.)
	Mike did worry slightly about the possible consequences of screwing his daughter—she was “of age” and it was possible that he could knock her up.  That would be bad—very bad.  But once he was going at her he worried not at all about that possibility.  He humped and humped and endured the incredible feelings that were almost unique as he slid his organ into her pre-teen sex.  He couldn’t get enough!

*

	Although the group was scheduled to depart the church camp “around noon” there was still some hiking to get in, a little more fishing, and the need of supplies—drinkable supplies and ice.  Mike offered to go get some from a nearby country store at a park-camp setting a few minutes away.  And of course, Andy went with him.  Of course!
	Mike was still in a dither about what had happened involving his involvement with his girls.  His mind was locked up on the foul non-Christian-like deed he had willingly committed with his girls (and the desire to continue to do so!)  
	Arriving at the store the two grabbed some extra needful supplies; then, once outside Andy directed Mike’s attention to something of interest.  Balch Park was a camp and park setting six thousand feet up into some nice mountains.  Three large ponds for fishing, good hiking trails for all levels of hikers; quaint campsites, and facilities scattered throughout the camp-park area.  At one of the facilities a cutesy little girl wandered about aimlessly, picking her nose and tugging her at her butt.
	She was nigh but four years young—and apparently alone.
	‘Would you like to see her naked?’ Andy asked into Mike’s mind, it was better than the verbal approach.
	Mike’s upper lip was sweating, his heart was beating harder and he blinked his eyes excessively.  There was no response in his mind but Andy got a picture of the little girl naked, legs open, and Mike squirting his cum all over her.
	‘Nuff said, point taken, done deal.

	Moving Mike’s SUV up to the concrete facility to an angle that blocked possible view of other campers Andy opened the passenger door and quickly and easily whisked the hapless child within.  Mike did speed off but gently pulled away and away.  
	Out of the park area, down a backroad and then off-road until the vehicle was well hidden.  Andy had a little influence on the child, mostly just to calm her but little else.  But she was four and little else was needed.
	With the middle seat folded back the little girl, Rachael, was laid out and held (by Andy) while heavily sweating Mike slid her pink shorts down.  His eyes feasted on the girl’s white kiddie panties; he gulped for air and seemed very nervous.  

 	Andy, holding the little girl’s hands up above her head fingered her young sex, slipping his fingers inside her underwear.  Rachael wriggled and was not too pleased with the fingering but was controllable just the same.  Mike licked his lips and gouged the heel of his hand to his erection.  Andy unzipped and hauled out his, placing the cum squirter up against the child’s thigh and humping thereon.
	Mike pushed down his pants and got himself up against the girl’s face, his mighty manhood hard and throbbing went against her face with direct intent into her mouth.
	Rachael wasn’t too into giving a blowjob and Andy found that she was too young to be fully mind controlled—so she required some spanking to settle her down and make her submissive.  Mike didn’t mind; Andy held up her little legs and Mike applied a smart quick smack to her darling little ass.  This only, of course, caused the girl to cry out and be fussy.  This of course only caused Mike to smack the child’s bare ass all the harder.  This of course made the girl go frantic.
	Mike was a pro at discipline but the screams of the child were a bit much for Andy; he got his hanky and gagged the child so her cries would be somewhat muffled.  In doing so it prevented Mike from getting a hummer.  No matter, he fingered her sweet little flat unfucked cunt, then laid his pipe against it and humped.
	Andy continued to hold the struggling child—whose parents accidentally left her behind.  Mike grinded his cock against Rachael’s pussy with a few attempts at even trying for vaginal penetration!  The dog!  He finally did manage some but not much, half the head of his crown.  A greaty globby mess of spunk soiled the child and he humped madly thereafter laying his prick right between the girl’s cunt shooting spunk straight up her little body.
	When down, the mess was applied to her mouth, the gag removed and she was somewhat settled into submissive.  Andy turned her over and swatted her little butt some more, his cock throbbing hard enough to bend steel, he slapped little Rachael’s ass with his bone—then, while Mike held her from wriggling too much, Andy forced himself into her asshole.
	Not completely, it was equally virginal; but with the sperm coating from Mike’s cock and the dire determination from Andy, he made dutiful entry just the same.  The head of his cock disappeared into the tyke’s rectum and Andy humped there trying to shove himself in more.  Mike at that time positioned himself in front of the girl and then force fed her his manhood.  She choked on the foul thing, gagged and sputtered and was in a terrible fix.

	Both Mike and Andy took turns at partial sodomy on the four year old as well as vaginal attempts.  Mostly they settled for cumming off into her mouth, spanking her, then standing her up outside the SUV and peeing on her.  Thereafter they cleaned her up using her own panties, then dressed her without her panties) and returned to the park-camp.
	There was a park ranger car at the restroom facilities along with some frantic people (parental units who had mistakenly left behind their youngest child.)  Andy kept Rachael down in the floorboard and Mike drove up one of the hills and to the furthest facility back towards the 3rd pond and the wilderness beyond.  The area was somewhat remote but there were five campsites there two of which had people in them.  One campsite had four grandparent type folks camping with some ten year old girls running amok in swim suits.  Mike longed for them, too…
	Rachael was released at the facility nearby the grandparents; the SUV went down the small hill and Andy carried the child to the restrooms, pointed her into the direction of where the grandparents were and patted her on her ass sending her on her way.  Then he hauled ass back to the SUV and Mike went off-road into the wilderness to hook up with a normal dirt road and off to their next adventure.

The next adventure…
	The thing with Mike’s family was that the sexual relationship he would enjoy with his girls would not go over well with their Mom, his wife.  Mike made mention of this on the way back from the camping experience,
	“If she finds out, finds us doing something--” he fretted,
	“She wont.” Andy supplied with a smile.
	Mike understood knowing that his wife, Lisa, would soon be brought on board to the “new way of life” in the McShane household.  It would take a little time, though, Andy had to rest (mind, body, cock…) and Mike was a busy guy, too, plus his family.  But it was scheduled for young Andy to come over to the McShane house for dinner some night the coming week.
	In the meantime,
	Spy games revisted!
	Ms. Donna Vivicca had a small compact car with a small compact problem—it was making a noise.  Andy made his way to her house which was a block down from his own; after school, his chores, homework, etc.  On his way…

	The Bellerman house crossed his path.  Andy nonchalantly made his way along past the house when he heard (via his ear implant) Megan Bellerman ask boldly, “So what exactly goes on with a blowjob?”
	To wit her brother, Drake, sputtered his soda.
	Apparently, at Megan’s elementary school two students were caught with one performing a “blowjob” on the other.  The topic was on the lips of everyone at school but naïve was somewhat a little naïve and unschooled, so she asked her big brother, Drake, who was in junior high and apparently one who was “in the know.”
	Drake was flabbergasted and sputtered his soda at the bold question for his little sis, “So what exactly is a blowjob?”
	“I-I-I cant tell you that!” he blurted.
	“Oh come on!” wailed his exasperated sister.  “I already sort of know but not clearly; I think everyone else knows but me!”
	“A-an-and that’s the way it should be, going to be, too!” replied her still flabbergasted brother who stood and made for the door but opened her closet instead.
	“Drake, just tell me!” little Megan Jane was getting more and more exasperated.  It was apparent that the two had a good relationship—typical brother and sister w/o the atypical sexual brother-sister relationship part.  Drake was a bit older than Megan and there was a respectful modesty issue between them.
	‘Have you seen your little sis—naked?’
	Well DUH!
	‘No, recently?  As she’s gotten older and such.’
	Drake stammered inside his mind trying to blot out the images of Megan’s nude body as she changed clothes in her room—there was a great butt shot ass she was bent over pulling up her panties that reigned supreme in his mind (and it had given him a terrific boner forcing him to flee to the bathroom whereupon her jerked off to the image of Tammy Colter, a girl at his school he would give his right nut to see doing the same thing!)
	‘If your saw your sister laying out on her bed and she was naked AND asleep—would you look?  Would you stare?’
	Drake made indications that he would not, he was embarrassed and sputtered “NO!” aloud.
	‘Easy now.’ The Voice in his head cooed to him.
	Drake was flustered and so was his sister.  She was cute, though; brown curly hair just to her shoulders, a sweet innocent face, small frame body; dressed in blue—blue shirt with white lace and blue britches.  Sitting at her desk she fiddled with a pencil being nervous and anxious.

	‘Have you seen your brother (recently) naked?’
	There was not an affirmative “Yes” but a non-verbal “uh-huh” response.  In her mind were images of Drake in his room naked, changing clothes, on his bed naked with a Summer’s breeze kissing his body, his cock hard as he had been playing with it recently.  
	‘Would you let your brother see you naked?’
	Megan gulped, got lost in thought, then shrugged.
	‘If you saw your brother naked in his room, playing with his penis, and he said, “Come on in “if you want)” would you?’
	Again, no response verbal or otherwise, just a shrug.
	Hmmm
	‘If Drake were to “whip it out” right now in front of you, would you mind?’
	A long pause, pursed lips, deep in thought—images of Drake naked in front of her there were in her young mind.  “I-I guess so.” she answered.
	“Guess so, what?” Drake asked.
	“Huh?  What?”
	“You said, “guess so”.  So, guess so, what?”
	Megan blinked her eyes, her mouth hung open as the words were stuck inside her mouth.
	‘Whip it out.’
	“What?”
	‘Haul your cock out, show her your dick!’
	Drake stood in total shock; he saw his lovely sister—she was a pain sometimes, got him into trouble sometimes; he had heard her fart a few times, saw her be sick and there was that night he stayed with her when she was scared.  He cared for her, she was annoying, but very pretty—for a sister.
	The image of Clarissa Bartall filled his mind—walking away from him swishing her ass clad in her cheerleader outfit; Nellie Vangodden had a hell of a body and she filled his mind clad in that polka-dotted yellow two piece bathing suit…

	‘You want to see your brother’s cock.’
	Ok.
	‘You want to see him naked.’
	Ok.
	‘You want to be naked with him, take off all of your clothes.’
	Hmmm, then, Ok.

	Drake couldn’t believe what was happening—he felt that he wasn’t himself—not in control.  He was near panic mode as saw himself undoing his shirt and then his pants, pushing down his boxers.  Standing up straight his cock stood out straighter.
	Then his cock stood even more straighter as his lovely young sister stood and began stripping off all of HER clothes.
	“Holy mackerel!” he exclaimed.
	Drake’s cock was spurting as Megan slid her panties down her legs.  His balls surged as she stood presenting herself stark naked to him.  He could scarcely breath.
	‘Go up to him.’
	Megan stepped out of her clothes and walked the few feet to her bewildered teen brother and his spurting cock.
	‘Grip it.’
	Drake was about to come out of his skin as his little sis put her fingers about his cock, held it, squeezed it, then begin going up and down his skin flute.  He had to admit, though; it DID feel good.
	‘Kiss it, kiss the head.’
	Drake held his breath as he watched in utter disbelief Megan pressing her lips to his glistening cock’s head.  Why couldn’t it be Jennifer Gower?  Amanda Huggins, Muareen Dow, Lucy Tillmunson!?
	‘Put your hand behind her head; push her head down, push your cock IN.’
	The “taste” of Drake’s sperm was a little unpleasant; Megan knew about sex, copulation, “gettin’ some” and what sperm was and what it did.  She was just clueless about Foreplay, masturbating, and oral sex.  Sucking down on Drake’s cock was something that was mind boggling to her, a little gross, and not all that pleasurable.
	But down the skin flute of her brother she went, engulfing almost all of his pud before the gag factor overwhelmed her.
	Megan pulled back and somehow managed not to barf.  Drake squeezed his cock at the base and was in agony.
	‘Eat her pussy.’
	Surprisingly, Drake was not all that clued in on oral sex, either.
	Megan moved to her bed; Drake marveling at her fine nude body and almost blew his load as she passed him and climbed onto her bed—that ass was nice, the crack and her bald poon.  The girl paused coming to be on all fours on her bed, legs apart, her goodie parts beckoning him on.
	‘Go to her.’

	Drake applied his tongue to his sister’s ass, licking the crack with specific attention to her hole.  Cum squirted in globs as he licked his sister’s private parts; his fingers squeezed her cheeks pulling them open wide so as he could get busy with the “oral” job.
	Before all of his load could be wasted blasting against the side of his sister’s bed, he crawled up onto her bed right behind the nine year old and humped her butt.  His cum squirter humped hard against her flesh, gliding up and down her crack with determined attention to her poop hole.
	‘Let Drake put it in you.’
	But Megan was a little worried, scared, frightened, unsure, and concerned.  But she lowered her head, angling her ass up and allowed her brother to fuck her ass…

	It sure beat beatin’ off!
	Drake found innumerous feelings never before felt stemming from his butt fucking of his little sis.  It took some doing along with dire determination to make the full anal penetration; Megan wasn’t too all into having her darling butt hole reamed—to her it felt like passing a huge turd!
	But the little girl endured and Drake humped until ejaculating.
	As stated, innumerous feeling never before felt seethed throughout his teen body; when the explosive moment came he was no longer himself and went wildly at his sister’s bum, humping madly until the “feelings” that were orgasmic subsided.
	He fell away to the floor.
	Megan’s asshole steamed and she was not overly thrilled; the Voice had a time with her, settling her down to accept her “new way of life” of being a submissive brat; ‘you will suck his cock ONCE A DAY!’ along with, ‘you will show him you body ONCE A DAY!’ and the very popular, ‘you will take him in your ass—ONCE A DAY!’
	Both required ten minutes or so to recover before traipsing to the shared bathroom and into the shower.  Megan had gone first, that traipsing to the bathroom and Drake, watching her ass wiggle, got hard and then harder still when in the shower with her.  She was nude!  Her pussy was bald, hairless and he got to finger it!  Naturally, of course, he thought of Jessica Mullins, Gwen Blaton, Nora Bunt, and Cynthia Ruiz, but Megan would do.
	After washing his cock, by the hands of Megan, she sucked it again.  This time was a little better and she wasn’t so grossed out.  She worked the cock in her hands, cupping and squeezing his balls and working the stiff member until once more bits of cum began to spurt from his piss slit.
	Megan gobbled and gobbled until gob of his teen cum squirted into the back of her throat.
	“EWEW FUCKING GROSS!” she exclaimed.
	“MEGAN!” Drake said being horrified that the little girl knew such a word AND would utter it!  Drake knew the naughty words and strove hard not to say them at any time either at home, with friends, wherever lest he mistakenly say them around his parents.
	Megan spat out the goo in her mouth, “That’s fucking gross!” she stated again.  Drake stroked his member, smiled and shrugged.
	‘Time to fuck.’
	Out of the shower, squeaky clean, Megan dried Drake and in turn, he dried her.  With Megan somewhat shorter he went to his knees.  He was right up close and personal with his sis, he had been so since she was a wee lassie and he was marveled by her nudity.  He would be equally marveled with Vada Cane’s nudity; Keri MacChaslin, Hanna Dowel, and Francine McCutty.  Each girl in his mind he imagined in place of Megan; on his knees, drying off their teen chest, their lovely shapely ass, and especially their heavenly cunts.
	The thoughts of those girls, and others, filled Drake with a new lease (and a new hard-on.)
	“Does it ever go down?” Megan asked.
	Drake was brought back to reality and blushed.
	‘Lay down.’ Megan was told by “the Voice” in her head.  She complied and Drake marveled at her nakedness again—moreso.  That bald pussy was something, innocent and pure; hairless, too.  He had seen some crude drawings of girls naked with poon pie hair—and since he had hair on his balls he guessed girls (of his age) also had hair.
	‘Lick her.’	
	Drake’s breath began to huff, chuff, and stagger.  He eyed his sister’s nakedness, specifically her cunt; moaned, groaned, and desired deeply.  Down he went, applying his tongue in an ice cream licking manner—which made Megan giggle.
	She was just beginning to finger her sex; hearing masturbation talk at her school and from her schoolmates personally put her in the need to know what they were talking about.  At first she had not been so good at self stimulation and used the hand-held shower head directly up against her poon.  But she feared her cunt would fill up with water so she quit.
	Steadily the girl learned on her own some pussy fingering got her young sex on fire.  She preferred laying out on her bed naked with her legs open “gettin’ after it!”  

	Drake was “gettin’ after it” himself, licking his sister’s cunt, fingering it all over, and plunging a finger up into her fresh fucked (and washed) asshole.
	Soon the time was due them.
	‘Squirt a little juice on her, her cunt crack.’
	Drake masturbated, shooting some of his liquid brotherly love onto Megan’s bald delightful virgin cunt.  Then he was dragging his cock against the super smooth skin, pushing the head of his prick against her.  Megan’s nipples hardened, her mouth opened and shut with nothing coming out.  Closing her eyes she anticipated the coming event about to happen.
	Drake ran his cock’s head up and down the crevice of her entrance a few times before making the plunge inward.  He didn’t want to hurt Megan, just fuck her.  There was resistance but that was to be expected.  Pushing and pushing was getting him no where fast,
	‘Just jam the damn thing in and get it over with!’
	So Drake did.  Listening to the Voice in his head he made a dramatic thrust and busted his sister’s cherry.

	Megan squirmed on the floor amass bath towels and bath mats; her mouth opened and shut repeatedly as if she were in agony, like a fishing worm did on its hook.  It took several pumpings from her brother before she settled and got into the groove.
	During those pumpings the Voice had problems of his own.
	A slight dizziness there was, followed by a vile bile taste in his mouth and then the knowing that neither Drake or Megan were no longer under his control.  But somehow they didn’t realize that they were no longer alone (in the bathroom!)

	Drake went after the goal, driving his cock nearly fully into his sister’s cunt; a couple of times he had to put his hand over her mouth as her cries of distress got loud.  The Voice was unable to quell her fears during those times but eventually instilled into her mind that sex with her brother was good, despite the discomfort.
	‘With practice, continuing to fuck everyday, it will get better and you will know exactly what your friends are talking about AND you will know more than they, too.’
	It helped, sort of.  Megan endured getting boned and soon her brother unleashed a terrific blast of pent up jiz.  There was so much of it!  Drake had been an avid masturbator for some time, since he was about twelve or so and never had he ever had such a blast!

	Afterwards, Drake sat back and looked at what he had done.  He wasn’t too pleased with the blood coating his sister’s cunt or his cock.  Megan wasn’t pleased, either.  Her pussy was sore (but she was assured that repeated copulations with her brother would ease that and sex with him would get gooder and gooder.  (‘Honest!’)
	The two returned to the shower and rinsed off.  
	No time for anything else as while they were drying one another off a parental unit came home.  Damn, dash it all!  Megan beat feet back to her room leaving Drake with a raging hard-on!

*

	Almost there!
	Ms. Donna Vivicca was a few more houses down.  Once out of the house of the naughty Drake and Megan, Andy proceeded on course.  The fresh air was good to him and the seasick feeling that had swept over him earlier had passed.  He still didn’t know exactly how it was the kids hadn’t reacted to his presence…
	As he made his way he saw a young girl in some distress.  Why was not clear to Andy but a unique scene came about as he approached.  A man was just getting his mail when the distressed girl he encountered.  The man’s house with many trees and shrubs adorning the large front yard and sidewalk strip was juxtaposed between the property of another home and a small park before more houses along the block.  The young girl had been playing in the park and had gotten grass stains on the knees of her beige slacks as well as on the seat (butt).
	“My Mom’s going to KILL me!” she wailed.
	The man, Wilson Hurbert, took a look at the girl, specifically her grass stained butt and said, “I think I can help you from a premature death.”
	He spoke well, distinctly, and overwhelmed Nancy Evans.
	The man, in his late 40s, smiled, bowed his head, licked his lips and re-spoke, “I can help you so your Mom wont kill you.”
	“Oh.” then, “How?”
	“Well, it’s simple, really, a little special concoction of club soda and such will take those stains right out!” he said beamingly.  
	Nancy Sue Evans wrinkled her nose, shrugged saying, “I-I don’t have any club soda.”  ‘I don’t even know what that is.’
	“Come in to my garage, I think I’ve got some in the fridge.”
	Despite the warnings of “DON’T TALK TO STRANGERS” and “DON’T GO INTO A GARAGE WITH A STRANGER” Nancy Evans did.	So did Andy Donaldson…

	The garage door at 1112 Cumberlina Drive (no, really, “CUMberlina Drive) was opened; in the drive outside the garage was a very nice modern Jaguar; inside the garage was a late model Porche under restoration.
	The garage was large having lots of room; work benches along the sides, washer and dryer occupying space, a spare refrigerator and freezer and an old style soda freezer box atypical of late 1930s-thru-1950s.  Nancy Sue made her way into the din, gawking at the nice blue and white car with no doors or hood or top.  But it still looked nice.
	From the soda freezer box Wilson Hurbert handed the girl a soda.  She took the offering and looked around the garage at the many photos, shadow boxes, and models of various types of vehicles.  There, too, were some scantily clad pictures of women; from the 30s-thru-current.  Some were totally nude, posing all in profile, laying on a sofa, back with head looking over shoulder; some clad in black nightgowns or a wrap of red or black.  Though they were nude none showed “beaver.”
	Nancy looked them all over with a mild curiosity.
	“Uh, let’s see what we can do about your stains.” Wilson said interrupting Nancy’s curiosity.  She was willing and swigged down a big drink of her strawberry flavored soda.
	From out of the fridge Wilson retrieved some club soda and a dish rag from the nearby cement sink; then, squatting down he proceeded to rub the grass stains on the knees of the girl’s pants with the washrag soaked in the club soda.
It worked fair but didn’t totally remove the stain.
 	“Hmmm,” he said, “looks like we’ll have to try something a little more drastic.”
 	“Like what?” asked Nancy.
 	Wilson paused to think, when he stood—it was noticed that he had a boner.  Nancy didn’t notice (not right off…)
 	“Well,” Wilson drawled, “I got some better stuff in the kitchen.” He turned opening the door to the kitchen and stepped in.  Nancy was a little timid but mostly fussed with her grass stained pants her Mom was going to KILL her for getting stained.  The girl then did just march right into the house.  
 	Tsk tsk tsk

 	Rummaging thru some stuff under the kitchen sink Wilson pulled out various bottles of various liquids, including rubbing alcohol.  Hoisting the little girl in potential trouble on the kitchen table he settled into a chair and applied a small blot of rubbing alcohol liquid to the right pants leg stain and gave some good rubbing with a washcloth then some liquid dishwashing liquid.
	Viola!  Stain was not as stained and Nancy was elated and very muchly relieved.
	‘What exactly would your Mom do to you?’ (if she saw the stains on your pants?)
	Nancy didn’t exactly answer, just shrugged.
	‘Would she spank you, or just yell?’
	More shrugging.  She knew she would get in trouble and it was surmizable to conclude that a generous bout of yelling and condemnation would result in getting good non-playing clothes dirty (or stained.) 
	‘Have you ever been spanked?’
	‘Yes.’ She answered in her mind, a very vivid image of her Daddy walloping her ass (clothes on) not so long ago for some infraction or other.
	‘Ever been spanked with pants down?’
	Nancy’s mind rumbled and it seemed like dark clouds erupted in her mind—an image came and she was against her bed with her pants at her knees; behind her her Daddy had a belt…
	Nancy tightened up her grip on the table she sat on.  She almost missed the man saying to her, “stand up.”
	After standing she was turned around.  The man squatted, licked his lips and somewhat nervously began applying the alcohol drenched rag to the seat of her pants.
	“You’re going to have to take them off.” he told her.
	Nancy turned her head, “What?  Why?”
	“This alcohol will sting if it touches your skin.” And with that he took her hand and applied some up on the upper arm where it was a little sensitive.  The smell alone was unappeasing to her and she did feel the effects of the alcohol.  Her pretty eyes widened, Wilson told her that her rear end was more special and extra sensitive.
	“That’s why you get spanked there ‘cause it’s more sensitive than anywhere else.” Logical.
	Nancy gulped but was very uncomfortable with taking her pants down.  She mulled it over and then…

	Down they came.
	A couple of things were happening, though; Nancy heard two count ‘em TWO commands to “take ‘em down.”  Both were equally commanding and powerful and there was no hesitation or out and out refusal.  
	Hmmm
	Nancy stood up with her beige grass stained slacks at her ankles.  She stood in plain white panties with pink trim.  For ten years young the young lady was nice, her breasts were coming along nicely and she had a delicious appeal to her overall.  Long honey blond hair, a special naiveness about her, good features, a lovely smile, and most likely a virgin…
	‘Stay still, don’t worry, be calm.’  Wilson licked his lips as he transmitted his commands—Andy gulped and felt a little ill; but awed, too.  There was a little worry and fret involved as well.
	Nancy seemed oblivious to her fate, or pending fate.  She stood calm and motionless in the man’s kitchen, clad in her panties.  Wilson looked the young girl over good then calmly pulled up her shirt.  His hands went over her young body, the power of his cock increasing in strength and desire causing him to let out a moan.
	The kitchen had large bay windows whereas it formed a nook for the small country style round kitchen table to sit.  There were curtains and blinds for the windows and those were already closed—for security’s sake.  Wilson stood and lowered his pants, his cock already out of the confining briefs.  Taking Nancy’s hand he made her grip his cock still hidden inside his underwear.  Andy was awed that neither of them, especially Mr. Wilson didn’t see him…
	Slowly Wilson pushed his underwear down, starting from the rear—he seemed cautious as he did so, making doubly sure that Nancy Sue Evans was under his control.  She didn’t freak out when his nakedness was completely exposed to her and her hand was gripping his bare cock so it was safe to assume that the naïve little girl was indeed under his control.
	Back down to squatting Wilson sighed and placed his hands on the girl’s sides moving them up and down then pulling off her pink trainer freeing for viewing her lovely pre-teen titties.  Small delicate mounds they were, Wilson drooled—literally (his cock spurted and he made an accompanying audible noise along with the spurt.)
	Slowly he fondled the breasts, his eyes locked onto the girl’s unblinking eyes.  Nancy Sue did nothing, but no reactions whatsoever—further convincing Wilson (and the apparently unseen Andy) that she was oblivious to all goings on to her.
	With that assurance, Wilson tugged down the child’s panties.

	Wilson let out another moan as he was greeted with the girl’s bald poon.  “That’s nice.” he said aloud.  
	All the way down her legs to her ankles did her panties get push.  Wilson then caressed her legs coming up her legs to her butt, leaning back his head so as to get a better look at her poon.  Then he just leaned in quickly pressing his lips to the girl’s lip, driving his tongue into her mouth.  He then pulled the girl to him, holding her, enveloping her mouth with his own, squeezing her nude body, holding her ass and becoming highly aroused.
	Lifting the girl up she was once more seated on the table, then laid down with her legs hanging off.  Mr. Wonderful went to his knees, parted her legs and ogled her young snatch with great anticipation.  Then, with as much passion as he had locked onto her mouth he did likewise to her poon.  A serious lip lock did her do unto her sex; his fevered tongue flicking madly all about the entrance and then within the crevice.  His cock hardened and jutted bits of cm until the passion arose to whereas he was unable to control himself and he stood taking his manly manhood to her virgin poon.

*

	Using a fresh clean washrag Wilson cleaned Nancy’s fresh fucked cunt as well as his cunt busting cock and balls.  Thereafter he carried the mind-locked girl to a bedroom and laid her out on a bed.  Laying beside her he fingered her fresh fucked cunt, fondled her breasts then pressed his mouth against hers for another bout of serious kissing.
	It lasted abut as long as it had in the kitchen, Wilson’s cock raged hard and he pumped it against Nancy’s thigh before breaking the lip lock, positioning himself between her legs and hoisting them up along his chest.  He paused as he gawked longingly at the child’s pussy and his throbbing cock lain against; then, pushing her legs back angling her body so as her asshole was more presentable.  Gentle poking to her virgin pooper Wilson got harder and more hornier.  
	So did Andy.
	But Wilson did sodomize the girl, he just attempted.  Her hole was way tight; and though lo his cock was way hard and he could have, he didn’t.  He fingered it instead.	Turning Nancy Sue over he parted her legs and smoothed his hand over her ass, spanking it some, parting the cheeks and after wetting his finger he made anal entry and got off doing so—his cock started cumming prompting him to scurry on top of her, lay his pipe between her cheeks and hump.  Then, lifting her hips he pushed Mr. Meat back into her sex and went berserk for several seconds before unleashing.

	With his hands behind her head Mr. Wonderful brought Nancy’s head back and forth along his cum squirter.  It had been fifteen minutes since he had cum a second time in her cunt; rolling her back onto her back he once more cleaned her sex off then straddled her chest having his cock kiss her mouth.
	There was some squirting, but it was the clear liquid from the bottom of his balls.  Determinately, though, he pushed his cock fully into the girl’s mouth filling it fully before unleashing his final lust.  
	When Wilson went to take his shower, Andy took his turn with young Nancy.  He unleashed his own love cream minutes later just as Wilson stepped out of the shower.  When he sat up stretching as the last jut of his gooey love filled the girl’s quim he saw himself in the headboard’s mirror and got a strange uncomfortable feeling.
	He didn’t know why no one had seen him before but he got a feeling that he probably could be seen now.  A tingling sensation was active at the places of his implants and the “sick” feeling he had been feeling of late began to increase.
	Time to boogie.

*

And THEN what happened?
	Wilson came to lay beside the zonked out mind-numbed Nancy, filled with lust.  He admired the girl, ran his hands all over her and didn’t seem to notice the “extra” sperm coating her pussy.  He even fingered it!
	EWEW!
	Andy made a quiet and hasty retreat, puking in Wilson’s garage on his way out.  After doing so, though, he DID feel better.  A slight ringing developed in his ear—the hi-tech one, and his left eye implant was blurry.  What significance this held he didn’t know.  It bothered him if he was no longer to participate or facilitate shenanigans—he was getting to enjoy doing so!
	He couldn’t help but wonder about Nancy’s fate, what was Wilson’s plans for her?  He hoped nothing too tragic or horrible, she was cute and didn’t deserve anything too harsh.
	The puking in Wilson’s garage did help, he felt better; he wasn’t dizzy, his eye sight—including implant, was better; no ringing in his ears, either of them; and he had a little pep in his step.  He made a mental note to check on Nancy’s status later.

	He finally made it to Donna Vivicca’s home.  She was a tall dame, 6’1”, and extremely slim, slender, skinny.  Nice ass, great tits, good all around cock pleasing features.  She was a co-host of a local television station and was very popular, having a fan base and everything.
	A nice front yard, bushes (or shrubs) along the edge of a typical white fence Americana with a nice white stucco home (in yellow trim.)  There, too, was the attached garage like all the other Americana type homes in the area and inside was Donna’s 1958 Corvette.  Andy liked the old car, so did Donna who won the auto in a sweepstakes.  Popping the hood he gave the engine the once over; she had said it was “making a noise” but couldn’t describe what exactly or where in the engine compartment the noise was coming from.
	He needed a flash light; checking under the seat—no light.
	Checking the trunk—no light.
	Checking the glovebox—no light.
	He did find some other interesting items—smokes, a small baggie of white powder, a pen laser light, a zip gun, mace, EMAD detector & preventor combo, and condoms.  But no flashlight.
	There were no keys in the ignition so he couldn’t start it up and make his diagnosis—he had to get the keys from Donna.  He figured she was home, it was her day off beings that it was Saturday.  Andy smiled as he had fond memories of the weekend before—all that shagging!
	He noted as the bicycle lain in the front yard and the two huge containers holding a few daily papers.  The paperboy was delivering the daily blab and hitting customers up for money.
	But that was not all he was doing.
	As Andy opened the garage/kitchen door he heard noises—sounds indicating that someone was somewhere “getting some.”  He paused and held his breath and “got a grip” before intruding further.
	Thru the kitchen to the hall where Left was the door, straight the living room, and right—the rest of the house.  Andy turned Right.  The first door was a closet.  Second door was a bathroom.  Further down was another door that was a bedroom (empty) and then another closet at the dead end of the hall.  To the left of it was the main bedroom.
	On the bed inside was Donna “getting some.”
	So was the eleven year old paperboy!

	Both were naked and both were definitely into their deed.  Ms. V (on bottom) had her arms and legs wrapped about the young boy, humping madly into her lover who also humped.  It was intense and they were really into it—so was Andy.
	Sam Aalox arched his back, driving his pre-teen pecker into 30-something Donna Vivicca.  He pumped hard, grunted and made other Neanderthal-like primeval acknowledgements indicating his orgasmic achievement.
	Donna had gotten hers, too; but unlike a guy who’s orgasm is like a bottle rocket, a gal’s orgasm is like a diesel truck engine—it can go for a long-long-long time.  She gripped the boy’s bare ass, squeezing the flesh hard as he had stopped humping but she continued.  
 	Sam pulled out and humped her cunt but Donna was still way horny and put it back it.  Luckily (for Sam) even after blasting off his young cock was still hard.  Donna humped and humped; rolled onto her side and continued to hump then finally rolled to be on top of her young stud and really went to town on him.  She took his cock out of her hot cunt and jammed it up between her pillowy ass; the boy was out of his mind with sexual bliss and could do nothing but hold on and deal with it.
	Donna’s engine finally simmered but she remained straddling the boy, running her hands up and down his smooth hairless body slowly moving up his somewhat tanned body, sliding her cum soaked cunt along as she did so.  
	The ringing of the phone distracted her, she firstly flipped it off then tried to just not pay it any attention.  Sam fretted, “It could be important,” he said, “I-I wouldn’t want you to get into any trouble.”
	“Puh,” Donna said sarcastically said without saying a dictionary word, “trouble’s my middle name.” she was a vixen.  Long lithe body, long-long shiny dark brown hair, fantastic appeal all over (‘specially that ass, tits, cunt (hairless) and face.)
	Donna humped Sam’s chest and when the phone came to ring again she answered it.
	The gist of the conversation was serious, “No, I haven’t seen her.” and “How long as she been missing?”  and the stupid question, “Did you call the police?” and “Did you call her playmates?”
	After the call she moved off of Sam’s body.
	“What’s up?” he asked sensing something and he got up, too.
	“My friend’s little girl is missing, she ran away.”
	“Oh shit.” Sam blurted.  Then, “You going to go look for her?” which meant, “I’m not going to get any more?”

	“Yeah,” she said somewhat dejectedly on the same lines as Sam, “he’s a friend and I’m set to marry his best friend who was,” second thought look, “IS he’s brother-in-law.”  
	Sam didn’t care, he grabbed his clothes and started to dress.
	“We can take a quick shower to rinse off, though.” Donna said.  
	Priorities!

	Andy felt the air current as the two breezed by him.  Neither of them were aware (apparently) of his presence.  Looking into the dresser mirror took his breath away—there was NO REFLECTION!
	He stared and stared and stared.  He could TOUCH the mirror, that was a plus; but he had no reflection.  For a moment or two, maybe three, he was frightened—genuinely frightened saying, “What have I done now!?”
	Somehow he managed to keep his wits about him, though, and didn’t panic.  He sighed and tried to think, something was wrong—really fucking wrong.  But what?  Cocking his head, then popping it quickly he powered off the eye implant and the buzzing ear implant.  He had learned how to do that after a lot of trail and error.  He also had a stronger right arm and had to be careful when jerking off lest he “jerk off” his cock.  That would be bad.
	A serious wave of nausea enveloped him and he felt bile in his throat and nose.  His vision burred and he heard what sounded like a roar in his head.  Blinding light obliterated all thought processes and then like flicking on a light switch—it was gone.
	He stood at Donna Vivicca’s dresser whole.  He could see himself, boner at all.  He sighed again, that was a relief.  Of course, now he was in the woman’s bedroom unannounced…
	Wrinkling his nose and wondering WTF (WhatTheFuck) he initiated his implants.  A slight dizziness there was but his ocular vision came online as did his hearing.  A tingling sensation tingled throughout his arm but that settled soon enough.  Turning to look at the mirror—he was not there!
	Hmmm
	He didn’t know what was going on, or had it been like alla the time?
	Donna and her young lover stepped out of the bathroom finishing drying off and dressing.  “I-I gotta get back to my route and collecting or Mr. Hillman will have my ass!” Sam said as he hustled into his clothes and hopped out the door putting his shoes on.  Donna smiled as she gazed at the boy (and his ass.)
	Andy was still miffed with his problem and didn’t do anything.  By the time he gathered himself Donna was gone.

	Not out of the house, though.  She got to the front door to find a small wee child in some distress.
	“Stephanie!” exclaimed Donna.  
	“Hi, Aunt Donna!” beamed the girl, she was merely six years young, very cute, to the shoulders blond hair, short-short skirt, outer jacket, simple white top, small school backpack and accompanying lunch box.  All set for “running away” from home.
	“May I use your bathroom!” the sweet little thing asked.  She was in a desperate need.
	Aunt Donna smiled, “Sure, honey, come on in.”
	Stephanie had been to Donna’s home before and hauled ass to the bathroom making a hurried noise of “ooooooh!” as she did so.
	Donna was right behind her.
	Little Stephanie didn’t quite make it.  The bathroom door was open and the toilet right there, but the child’s bladder was in desperate immediate need to be relieved and did so despite efforts to hold back the flood.  When the flood broke Stephanie stopped dead in her tracks inches from the porcelain receptacle.  She was in shock—but it wasn’t of course her first time pissing herself.
	Donna came up behind her knowing full well what had happened.
	Stephanie turned around and was at first in shock—then she began to cry.  Donna squatted down and caressed her arms—then slipped down the girl’s panties followed by her skirt and then the rest of her clothes.  Once naked Donna got a washrag and began wiping down the girl’s urine soaked pussy and calmly talked to the little girl cooing to her and assuring her that all was ok.
	Then, after she was clean, Stephanie followed her Aunt to the laundry room where her wetted panties were tossed into the washer.  Then it was to the kitchen where cookies and milk were put out.  The phone rang at that time and while the naked six year old munched on the treats, Andy listened to Donna tell the girl’s Daddy on the phone, “No, I haven’t seen her but I’m looking for her.”
	Oh!

	After the call Donna returned to the naked soon to be official niece.  She gingerly wiped the tyke’s mouth, “So,” she said already knowing, “what brings you here?”
	“Oh, I don’t know,” said Stephanie being nonchalant—or as nonchalant as a six year old could be, “just thought I’d drop by,” pause for dramatic affect, “on my way to Mexico.”

	“Mexico!?” exclaimed Donna.  “Steph, you’re not even allowed to cross the street by yourself!”
	“I’m a woman of means.” Steph said swigging down the last of her milk.  She was soooo cute!
	Donna squatted beside the girl, took her hands and made eye to eye contact, “Ok,” she said, “woman to woman, what happened?”
	Stephanie then got all serious and sad, “Well,” she began, “it was my fault.”
	“What was your fault?”
	Stephanie sighed, wrinkled her nose, pulled her lips in refusing to say right off, but then she did.
	“Well, I was trying to turn the radio on on Uncle Joey’s car,” Uncle Joey wasn’t a biological “uncle” but a friend of the family from way back and lived in the home.
	“And?”
	“Andy I don’t know what I did exactly but I made the car move and it crashed into the house!”
	Donna’s eyes bulged and though lo Stephanie was nude and had no apparent injuries she was given the once over quick.
	“Are you hurt?” she had to ask the stupid question.
	“No,” Stephanie replied timidly, “but when Daddy sees what I did to his house and Uncle Joey sees what I did to his car, I’m dead.”
	Donna doubted that, a spanking maybe, but not dead.
	There were a lot of things Donna could have done at that moment; assuring her that her Daddy may be upset, but more that he would be concerned for his daughter’s welfare.  Joey would feel the same way.  But instead, Donna told the girl, “Well, you can hang out here if you like, I’ll hide you and you wont have to carry your own water in Mexico.”
	And with that she scooped the child up and carried her to her bedroom.  Andy followed, something was up.
	“Let’s play a game.”
	Stephanie was all for that.
	“Close your eyes.” Donna told the girl.
	Stephanie did.
	That would be the last young Stephanie Amber Gamblin would know for the next thing Andy saw was a small handheld device.  At first it resembled an ordinary remote control for a television or stereo component system—neither of which was in Donna’s bedroom.

	When she pressed a button or two, Andy got an earful.  A piercing whine erupted into his eyes and his vision (in both eyes) was obscured by blind white light.  He didn’t get seasick as before but didn’t care for whatever was happening just the same.
	There was a slight dizziness that came and went in mere seconds.  When that faded so did the maladies plaguing Andy.  He needed a drink, though and something to settle his stomach.  He stared at Donna who seemed to be staring at him!
	Standing very-very still, not even breathing Andy waited.  But watching the woman’s eyes he could tell she couldn’t tell him.  
	“Hello?” she said with pretty brown eyes darting this way and that.  She held the EMAD in her hand and cautiously stepped to her open bedroom door.
	“Anyone there?” ‘who’s not supposed to be?’  Wrinkling her perky nose she called out, “Mason, that you?  Are you up?”
	Mason?  Mason?  Who the hell is Mason?
	Donna left the room for a moment leaving Andy not ill but perplexed.  Very-very perplexed.  Donna returned seemingly ok and stood before the laid out naked six year old on her bed.  After a moment she set the Device down and poised herself on her knees before Stephanie who seemed to appear to be “sleeping.”
	Donna then began roaming her hands over the “sleeping” child—and every so often turned her head to stare right at where Andy was standing.  Stare THRU him.  She sighed, shook her head and returned her attention to Steph.
	Andy didn’t move, he feared to.  He could see well enough where he was but would prefer a more Up Close and Personal viewing.  His own internal EMAD he feared activating.  What if he should “appear”?  Licking his lips he debated and thought it over.  If he DID suddenly appear visually to Donna then he would remark something like “I know what you’re doing and I do it too and I’d like to join you.”  Something like that.  And if she bitched about it—he’d run.  He’d explain that he was unique and had the ability to record what she had been doing, with Sam the paperboy and “others” (it was suspected that there were probably “others” involved.)  
	Donna was going down on Stephanie.  She was!  Donna’s mouth was all the way engulfing young Stephanie’s cunt, driving her tongue into the child’s poon; using her thumbs to massage the whole private area.  Stephanie’s legs were parted wider and Donna was getting into it!

	Andy was about to make a move but still held off using his unique mind warping abilities when yet another child came on the scene.  He was nude, he was very-very tan (all over), dark hair that was messy/tousled, thin body and all of about eight or nine years young.
	He had, too, just apparently woken up from a nap.  He came rubbing his eyes, yawning, and farting.
	“Oh good, you’re up.” Donna said turning to him, focusing her eyes on the boy’s dangling pud.
	The boy, Mason, passed by Andy AND TURNED TO LOOK AT HIM!  Andy froze and felt sick.  The boy blinked his eyes, cocked his head, then rolled his eyes about as if looking for something.
	“What is it, Mace?” Donna asked growing concerned.
	Mason shrugged, “I dunno, though I saw something.”  He scratched his butt and stepped to the bed and Donna.  Donna looked to where Mason had been staring—she had a very serious look upon her face; she held firm for a moment while Mason (relationship unknown) fingered Stephanie.
	Donna at length sighed and returned her attention to those on her bed.
	Once more she went down on Stephanie while tugging on and on on Mason’s cock.  The young boy’s pud grew stiff as she worked it; her tongue flicking madly into Stephanie’s crevice, the sexual lust escalating in heightened stages.
	Slowly she helped Mason get onto the bed and onto her future niece.  Mason knew what to do and guided his erect missile to Steph’s smooth virgin cunt.  Donna rubbed the boy’s ass, patted it, then clutched his bare balls up thru his legs as he pierced Stephanie’s poon.
	Stephanie reacted with a yelp as she was stabbed, she clenched her fingers, her mouth hung open, face in shock—but she remained under the control of the Device.  Mason slid into the girl’s sex, there was a miniscule amount of blood coating Mason’s schlong, the boy seemed to still be “asleep” at first, but after he got INto the grove he woke up.
	Donna continued to hold his balls and rub his ass.
	As Mason continued humping the unawares Stephanie, Donna placed hickies on the boy’s bum.  She did!  One hicky on each well tanned butt cheek.  Then she moved onto the bed kissing on Stephanie’s chest, sucking on her immature breasts!
	Too young to cum, Mason humped his fill then rolled off.  His willy was hard and Donna went right to it, devouring hungrily squeezing nuzzies and making “yummy” sounds as she did so.

	Donna sucked and sucked and sucked.  Mason very much awake enjoyed being sucked—and sucked—and sucked.  He made pumping motions into Donna’s mouth before finally experiencing something akin to an orgasm that caused him to shudder, shiver and sigh deeply all over.
	To little Stephanie’s cunt did Donna turn her attention nextly; it required some cleaning off; the little girl’s legs were lifted up so as a gawk could be aimed at her pooter hole, too.
	“Would you please go get me a wet washrag?” Donna said to Mason.
	The nude boy stretched, farted, then rose up from the bed without a word.
	‘Does your Mommy or Daddy bathe you?’ Andy asked of Stephanie.
	“Yes.” Stephanie answered aloud.
	“What?” Donna asked.  She stared at Stephanie who didn’t respond.  Mason hadn’t left the room and stood between the bed and the door gawking at “something.”
	“What is it?” Donna asked, “Do you see something?”
	The boy didn’t answer but stood cocking his head, staring.
	Donna slowly got off of her bed and came up to him; she searched squinting her eyes and then suddenly lashed out swinging her arms as if attempting to hit someone who was invisible.  Thankfully, Andy anticipated the attack and ducked down just in time.
	Donna shook her head, sighed dejectedly and remained standing, staring.  Mason shrugged it off and went to the hall bathroom.  Andy was perplexed—what to do what to do!?  He kinda of wanted NOT to use his mind warping powers and see the rest of the event play itself out on its own.
	But he was eye to eye with Donna’s womanly poon.
	Tough call.
	He decided to resist temptation and stay the current course.  Donna returned to Stephanie and lay beside her, fingering her and suckling on the girl’s breasts.  Mason returned with the wet washrag; Donna wiped down the girl’s broken cunt and Mason re-entered her for a full five minutes of serious humping.
	Donna spanked his butt the whole time.

	Andy didn’t involve himself—he felt odd and unsure.  Maybe it was because Donna herself had an EMAD and it interfered with his own.  He guessed that she forgot he was coming over that day and so when Donna and Mason got together he surreptitiously slipped out of the house and home.

	He wasn’t home long when his Mom asked him to go to the store (grocery) for some pantry items she needed for her cake she was making for the church social group.  Andy obliged his Mom and took off.  While in the store he set his eyes on a young woman and her young-young daughter…

When you’re naughty, you’re naughty all over
	Donna filled his mind.  From the outset she appeared to be a normal woman; professional, good looking, and not one who would be so naughty as to be a child molester!  But Andy had seen her with using an EMAD for sexual pleasures.  It was mind boggling.  But he smiled to himself, now he knew, now he had something on her.  He wanted to get between her legs and fuck her professional brains out.
	But first, applebutter, sprinkles, and vanilla.
	And then, Dana Green.
	Dana Green was in her late 20s, nice bod all over, semi-style reddish brown hair, moderate jewelry, very slender, nice ass.  In her cart were a myriad of foodstuffs along with a three year old little cutey.  Andy was already worn out, though, it had been a long day and he needed rest.  So it was off to grab the items his Mom had requested and get out, get home, shower, crash.
	At the checkout he got a whiff of Veronica M’s perfume.  Veronica was the cutest black girl he had ever seen!  In her early 20s, a fantastic smile, always nice and chatty, small titties, nice ass.  Of course the thoughts in his mind were to nab her, nail her—right there on the rubber belt!  Or he could wait until she got off work.
	But he would be home by then, in his bed, wanking away with dreams of shagging Donna.  After his purchase he bagged his goods and made way out the door suddenly realizing that right in front of him was the nice assed gal and her three year old!
	Hmmm
	And as it happened, Andy’s ride was not far from where the Mom and three year old parked.  Andy mulled his thoughts, wrinkled his nose and considered, reconsidered and reconsidered again.  There were security concerns, video and patrolling—he didn’t fear the EMAD Detectors or Preventors.  He sighed and settled his purchase in his car, then turned to see the young woman settling her child in her child seat…

	Dana Green, 27, wore tight jeans, tight top, and rose scented perfume.  A wedding ring and a couple of other assorted rings, good features all over (cock pleasing), and she was easily swayed by Andy’s mind dinking.  The little girl, Angela, was not.  She was too young to be affected.  No matter, at three she was of little consequence.
	Andy easily got on top of Dana inside her rather large SUV.  Hubby must work a GOOD job for such a vehicle, Andy thought.  It was fairly and fairly large, top of the line.  The middle passenger seat folded down flat, which was good ‘cause that’s where Dana got laid—er, laid down (then laid.)
	Andy switched on the top notch a/c, checked the surrounding area for security sake, stuffed a munchie treat into the wee munchkin and proceeded to undress Dana Green.
	A simple white bra greeted him, soft supple palm sized breasts were concealed beneath.  Andy’s cock surged hard and methodically while captivated by the woman’s titties he humped her crotch.  The young munchkin child happily munched on her messy treat and Andy found himself lusting for her, too!
	The dog!
	But first!
	“Poontang—poontang—poontang!  It is my life to see.  You are so wondrous, I just have to say, poontang—pontang—poontang. I just like to play—all day—making hay—in some bizarre Scandinavian vay!”
	Dana Green’s luscious orbs entranced Andy, though, delightfully young, supple, and suckalicious!  So he sucked them, grinding his cock against her crotch (with their clothes on still!)  He sucked and sucked, nipped the nipples then put a hicky on her neck for good measure.  By then his cock was screaming “let me out!”
	So he did.
	Pre-cum had soiled the head of his prick and he was near blasting off; so quickly he got Dana’s pants off but halted while he took in her bikini style green panties.  Those were nice, damn nice.  And a nice muffin was just beyond the fabric.  A jut a cum spurted from his piss slit, his cock ached and down came her panties rendering her completely nude.
	He wanted to give her cunt a tongue lashing but his cock couldn’t wait, he barely had enough time to run his prong up and down her fuckable well fucked cunt.  

 	There was surprise when he finally made penetration, finding her pussy delightfully snug.  His cock slithered into her recess and he felt the flow of sperm shooting out of his bone as he did so.  There was still sufficient strength to allow a couple of minutes worth of serious fucking, 
though.  
	He humped and humped and while humping took another look of interest to three year old Angela.  She was a little fussy and somewhat wise that something was up (with her mother) but didn’t know what.  Andy caressed her legs and pulled the right one open so as he could get a looksee at her crotch.  White panties greeted him.  Angela fussed at having her leg pulled but Andy was stronger.
	A new desire consumed Andy, and after pulling out of Dana he pulled Angela out of her car seat and laid her down beside her mother.  When she fussed and fussed too much she got her legs pulled up and a swift swatting to her little ass.
	It didn’t settle the youngster down much but Andy didn’t care, it actually excited him more!  Down came her panties, then off came her little kiddie dress and she was nude.  Andy then did take the time to lick out her pussy—he found a little distaste as he did so, a slight pee and funk betwixt her legs.  Again, though, it sort of excited him and he licked her young virgin cunt like it was an ice cream.
	Angela rolled, wailed, and flailed.  Andy licked, tongued, and engulfed.  Then, holding her ankles tightly together he pushed them back and held them while he licked out her asshole!
	The girl went into high gear having a slight fit.  This only made Andy swat the girl’s ass and he wished it was Donna’s ass he was swatting.  Or Stephanie’s, or Veronica M, or Tiffany Gleason, Jane Valdamore, or any of the other girls he knew at school (and church!)
	When Angela’s ass was tomato red he laid his throbbing hard cock against it and humped.  He humped the searing flesh, the crack, and then tried poking the hole.  His ultimate satisfaction, though, was against the girl’s pussy.  The little girl’s eyes bulged as Andy schlepped his schlong against her sex and humped HARD grinding his cock into the slit until his cock spurted gobs of cum.
	As Andy’s lust leveled he scooted up to straddle Angela’s body pinning her and keeping her mostly still.  With little effort he got the head of his cum soiled cock into her mouth forcing her to suck.  His lust had settled but his evil desires were just beginning…

*

	He tried hard to put what he had done behind him, or quell it enough so as he could return to some sort of normalcy.  But once home to his appreciative Mom, that changed and changed quickly—‘specially when she turned, squatted down to fetch some pans from under a cabinet and Andy got a looksee at the top of the back of her panties.
	He stood motionless, blinking his eyes excessively—he had been on a scrog spree for some time, molesting little Beth at the church, the camping experience, in his neighborhood, and most recently the grocery store parking lot.  For crying out loud, he wasn’t considering being naughty with his own Mom was he?
	When she stood, still stooped over, Andy marveled at her panty lines.  He had never before really paid any attention to them, he had noted Ms. Engles panty lines, Ms. Waylan’s, too.  They were two of his favorite junior high teachers; Ms. Carleena Mullins was the best woman teacher at his high school; there, too, was Joanna Schuller, Vicki Roberts, and half a dozen other assorted girls who had entranced him with their “panty lines.”
	But of his Mom, his very own Mom he had never paid much attention.
	Sure he had seen her in her underwear, he had seen glimpses of her nude.  He had seen her in her nightgown and nightgown only w/o robe.  With the nightgown only he had seen her underwear, and sometimes not!  He had seen her in a full one piece bathing suit as well as a skimpy 2-piece outfit she seldom wore but did so occasionally.
	There were no sexual feelings of any sort roaming about in his mind.  None.  He just didn’t think of her in a sexual way.  Well, he didn’t USED to think of her in a sexual way.
	“Where’s Dad?” Andy asked of his Mom.
	“He and Tom (partner and friend in the architectural company they worked for) at a city meeting.” she answered.
	“And the munchkin?”
	“She’s at a friend’s for dinner and the night.”
	“Oh.” Andy hadn’t given his sister, Carol, too much thought, she was twelve.
	“So it looks like just you and me tonight, kiddo.” his Mom said.
	‘I really wish you hadn’t said that.’
	Oh!

	As he formulated his thoughts and words he began to sweat and feel his heart beating near out of his chest.  Just after she set the timer on the stove for her bazaar cake, she froze.  That was a plus.
	‘Take you pants down.’
	It was a bold—very bold thing to say, er, send via mind-link, but he transmitted the desire and to his awe—his Mom lowered her blue jeans revealing herself in nice white full brief panties.  Nice.
	‘Oh shit.’ He said to himself.  
	He didn’t know if it was ‘cause his cock was already shagged out for the day or what—but it wouldn’t get significantly hard.  It was guessed that his cock was in a quandary—messing with all the other bitches of the day was one thing, including the ultimate narly business with little Angela, but his Mom!?  His MOM!?
	‘B-bend—bend over.” Andy said beginning to feel sweat trickling down his neck and then everywhere else.
	His heart nearly stopped dead as his Mom did bend over.
	She also pulled her panties down to reveal her bare ass and associative hairy cunt to him.  THEN his cock got hard.  Hot damn!
	‘Fuck it.’ He told himself and undone his pants, pushed them and his underwear down and gave himself a mighty stroke.  He took the steps of space up to his Mom and spanked her bared ass with his hard-on.  The fact that she WAS his Mom began to fade, eroding away the incestuous act(s) he was about to commit.
	Had he no morals at all?
	Nope.
	Overtaking others’ mind for sexual gratification?  Check; allowing the overtaking of others’ mind for sexual gratification?  Check.  Having his way with a three year old?  Check.  Having same desires for his Mom AND sister?  Check and check.
	Nope, no morals here.

	All over her ass Andy schlepped his salami; spanking the womanly flesh, gliding the pulsing prong up and down the crack—poking the hole, gliding down between her legs to hump her vagina, then back to smacking her flesh until he was literally coming apart.
	Pussy or asshole?
	Tough call—and, did it matter?
	Nope.

	Cum already had begun to fire as his dick smacked his Mom’s ass; he wondered as his pulsing prong greeted her asshole, ‘wonder if she takes it there?’  of course, the only one who could be tagging her there would be his Dad.  He couldn’t even imagine his Old Man doing her there.  He couldn’t even imagine his Old Man humping her in the first place!
	Quickly he quelled all thoughts of his Mom and Dad humping; his folks were good people, not too strict but enough to keep him in line; he worked for his allowance; went to church; had plenty of friends at school (and church); was respected; and destined for greater things in the future.
	So with that he began making anal entry into his Mom’s ass.
	The dog!

	It was a pretty safe bet that his Dad wasn’t tagging the hole; Andy wondered if she even SUCKED the Old Man!?  EWEWEW!  How often DID his Dad “get some”; a few times a week, once or twice a week?  There were some things Andy didn’t want to know.
	The head of his cock and a bit of shaft made entry, it was tight going and he didn’t want to hurt her.  Pulling out he slapped his cock against her flesh; ran his hands all over her ass and sides; then,
	Andy had his Mom stand up, step out of her clothes, lose the top (and bra) then sit on the kitchen table.  Cum didn’t drip from his cock but spurted as his Mom became completely nude and then turned putting herself on the table.  Quickly Andy rushed around the table closing the blinds!  He cussed himself and hoped like hell no one had seen her stripping OR him trying to sodomize her!
	For a backup plan he would cop that someone must have been using an EMAD on them.  With that, and the blinds closed he returned to his naked Mother.
	‘Lay down.’
	Janice Anne Donaldson laid out on the table, legs open.
	“Whoa.” Andy breathed, that was a nice cunt.  It was trimmed, not furry, and fuckable—very-very fuckable.  “Damn!” he said with a smirk, he liked what he saw and gave his cock even more reason to spurt.  Right up against his Mom’s cunt entrance he went, gliding the spurting cum shooter against her sex, driving the pulsing head into her before pulling out and like he had done to little Angela he humped the crevice.
	Then he went in.

	He never thought a sensation like he got from doing such a deed he would ever feel.  But he did.  His Mom’s cunt wasn’t particularly “snug” but not ostensibly “loose”, either.  It was mindboggling, of all the bitches he had fucked; of all the bitches he PLANNED on fucking, sinking his bone into his own Mom’s twat was something he couldn’t fathom.
	But it sure felt good!

	Once all the way IN he settled to gawk at her adult sized titties.  They were bigger than Angela’s Mom’s were but not out of sight like he had seen on some black women.  He didn’t figure himself to be a big titty kind of guy, he preferred them kinda small.  More than a handful was a waste.  Nervously with trembling hands he groped his Mom’s titties, squeezing the flesh and tweaking the nipples.  His cock inside her pussy swelled and was shooting cum.
	The feeling was beyond measure, the sensation beyond sensational.  And on and on it went, too!  There was no stopping once the motion got going.  He cared little of the fact that he was scrogging his own Mom; the feeling he got from his dick overwhelmed everything—all there was was to fuck and fuck hard!
	So he did.
	And right there on the kitchen table he fucked his Mom for some minutes, shooting wads of spunk “every now and then” until the finale where he was no longer in control and his toes curled, the hairs on his neck tingled, his balls and cock swelled and the most amazing orgasm to date exploded throughout not just his sex but all over.
	When the deed was done he was done.  Exhausted, worn out, shagged out.  It had been a long day.  He slumped to the floor with cum still oozing from his cock and no energy whatsoever.  On the table, his cum oozed from his Mom’s cunt.  and a lot of it, too.
	‘Whew!’ he said to himself.  ‘now what?’
	He needed a shower, and he felt a big need to crap, too.  And he was a little hungry, but definitely was no longer horny.  Not at the moment, anyways.  But first, he had to help his Mom, clean her up, get her clothed, and back to her right mind.
	Right mind.
	He shrugged as torrid thoughts began to swim in his mind.
	‘A blowjob a day.’  Everyday.  Everyday a blowjob.  From Mom.
	Wow!
	What would it be like to get a hummer from his Mom?  
	What a dog!

	The shower felt good—damn good.  His cock was amazing, and it hurt.  Too much in one day.  He realized as he revitalized himself the powers he had were too much.  He didn’t know what to do about them, for virtually everyone he met or encountered or whatever the situation—he could manipulate it so he could have them to himself.
	And shagging his Mom!?  That and molesting Angela were tops in being a dog.  What was next?  WHO was next?  How much lower could he go?  Was there no end?
	It was a curse, he surmised, the implants were a curse.
	After drying off and redressing having dinner with his Mom was awkward.  She asked him questions and he tried his best to answer without making her suspicious of his true day’s activities.  He had always had a good relationship (non-sexual) with his Mom, and his Dad; no lying, stealing, or any of the other things that would make a parent disappointed in their child.
	Before he got flustered and paved the way down the road of deceit he turned the tables and asked his Mom what did SHE do for the day.  He LISTENED to her and gave her good remarks or praise or whatever was needed.  
	Finally dinner was over and though he very muchly wanted to flee to his room he helped clear the table, wipe down the counter and stove; take out the trash, lock the garage and doors, then kissed his unwary Mom and THEN hauled ass to his room.
	He was naked in record time.  Stroking his organ he stood naked before a mirror admiring himself.  He was about to “get busy” when a knock came to the door.
	“Honey, can you go pick up your sister?”
	Huh?
	“Huh?” then, “I thought she was spending the night?”
	“She just called and wants to come home.”
	Great, just great.  ‘so why don’t YOU go and get her?’ His Mom had something else to do that was more important that fetching an unhappy child.  Andy reluctantly slipped back into his clothes and went off to get his sister, Carol.

	Carol was alright, typical sister and with a typical sister-to-brother relationship.  Most times the two got along well enough and usually acted as a “team” against their parents for such things as extra income on their allowance, where to go on vacation, family decisions of that sort.  They didn’t fight or pick on one another too awfully bad (they did do so or they wouldn’t be brother and sister!)

	But sometimes, most times, they annoyed one another.  This was one of those times.  A little teed off at the interruption he blew thru a stop sign at Brimhall and Oak.  That sucked, ‘specially since a cop saw him do it.
	Great, just great.
	No speeding ticket had he, not even a parking ticket.  Blowing a stop sign was big stuff and he was going to get it.  Gripping the steering wheel he fumed; naturally he blamed Carol and for whatever reason she had for wanting to come home.  He saw the cop get out of his car and saunter up to the driver’s side, Andy powered down the window and saw not a man, but a woman.
	Melody Rhacards, so proclaimed on the brass nameplate on her breast pocket.
	“Good evening, sir.” Officer Rhacard’s said pleasantly.
	Andy nodded his head, licked his lips; a dozen excuses came to mind; “I gotta take an emergency dump”  “My Mom’s in the hospital!”  “My sister’s life is at stake” and “What sign?”
	“The reason I stopped you, sir, is that you failed to stop at a designated posted stop sign.”
	Andy knew that.
	Melody Rhacards was in her thirties, super curly dark hair, soft features despite being a police officer.  The uniform did nothing for her figure, though—and it wasn’t supposed to.  She was armed to the teeth with a myriad of weapons, offensive and defensive.  She asked for his ID and registration.  As he complied and handed the requested items to her, he relaxed and…
	‘Unzip your pants.’
	It was a bold (very bold) thing to transmit.  But it was sort of a test.  He did note the slight glow from her EMAD detector.  It was faint and she didn’t notice it.  It was noticed that she stopped scribbling the information from his ID and registration.  She held her pose a moment and seemed in a quandary as to what to do—her hands were full but she wanted to unzip her green uniform trousers.
	Andy got his items back and took the officer’s clipboard, too.  Then he watched as once her hands were free she started to unzip her fly.  Then Andy recalled that most if not all police cars had cameras on their dashboards to watch the officer, to protect, defend, exonerate, understand the officer and motorists actions.
	‘STOP!’ Andy shot into the woman’s mind.  Greatly did he want to see her naked, legs open, and his cock ramming her cunt, but…

	Handing back her electronic clipboard he told her ‘give him a warning only.’
	“I’m going to let you go with a warning,” adding, “so don’t let me catch you going thru the stop again.”
	Andy nodded that he understood and wouldn’t “do it again.”
	The officer smiled and returned to her vehicle.  Andy sighed, wiped his brow and pulled S-L-O-W-L-Y away.

	Carol was waiting for him impatiently at the sidewalk corner two houses down from her girlfriend’s where she was supposed to be spending the night.  Andy firstly jumped her ass for standing out ALONE at the corner.
	“Are you out of your mind!?” he bitched at her, “What if MOM would have come and got you?  If she would have seen you there you’re ass would be grounded!”
	Carol was mad, though and not in the mood for her brother’s chastising.
	“Shut up and leave me alone!” she was very mad and close to tears but her anger kept her from crying.  It wasn’t often Andy saw that side of her and it wasn’t pretty.
	Carol folded her arms and her pack containing spare clothes and whatever a girl needs for a sleepover.  She sat staring straight ahead, fuming.  It wasn’t a pretty side of her.
	“Soooo, what happened?” Andy had to ask.
	“Nothing.” Carol replied.  Don’t you just love that?
	Andy sighed and squelched a pesky fart and head for home.
	At the stop sign (where he had almost gotten a ticket) he turned right instead of left.  He was almost halfway down the block before Carol realized the change of direction.
	“Where we going?” she asked.
	Andy smiled and replied, “Oh, I dunno, wherever this car goes?” he tried to be “cute” in a brotherly way, Carol shot her eyes to him while still facing forward, arms still tightly clutching her nightbag to her chest.
	Naked?  Had he seen his little sis?  Well, DUH!  She was his little sis!  
	Carol sat in silence—all the way to the Izzy’s Malt Shoppe.
	“Whatta we doing here?”
	“Getting ice cream, knothead.” Andy shot back sarcastically.
	Andy got out but Carol remained still fuming inside.
	“You coming or not?”

	Reluctantly she did; she still was ticked off and when she slammed the car door she stopped and looked to her peeved brother who had a thing about people slamming his doors.
	“Sorry.” she muttered.
	“Ok,” Andy said to her, “this time.”
	She came up to the sidewalk, Andy tousled her hair—and she HATED when people did that.  But when Andy did it it made her better—she almost smiled and her anger greatly subsided.
	Inside the ice creamery Andy got them malteds and some ice cream (for their Mom) to go.  They occupied a booth and consumed their treat.  Midway thru,
	“So what happened?” Andy pried.  Of course, with his unique abilities he would get the situation one way or another.
	“Marci.” Carol said a little peeved.
	“She’s your best friend.”
	Carol said nothing—ut oh.
	“Well,” Carol began, “Marci said the only reason Tommy Gai likes me was because of her.  But I know--”she went blabbing on and on while Andy’s attention drifted to one of the teen hotties occupying space in the shoppe.  Tight-tight pants that Andy had to believe she had painted on.  She was at least sixteen, maybe seventeen.  Tight body all over and he wondered if her cunt and asshole were just as tight, or her mouth.
	“—so then Marla said Ginny like Marco who doesn’t like me for some reason and Franny said--”
	Abigail Hines was in the store, she hung out with the popular crowd.  Short skirt, short shirt (blouse) and a beautiful body.  She had just gotten her braces off; she was sixteen; sung in the high school choir as well as at the church choir and never wore inappropriate clothes.
	“—so that’s when Marci said I was a git for believing that, I don’t know what a git is--”
	Amy Boles with the sweet face and big body stood yapping with Tanya Gonzola.  Amy was alright, big butt, bigger titties, bigger body than most sixteen year old girls but she had a nice face.  She was very sweet, spoke German and French fluently and was an “A” student.
	Tanya G was a Mexican/Italian, very small body, small titties, small tight ass.  She was seventeen but looked twelve.  Righteouos!
	“—so that’s when I said “FINE!  I’m going home!””
	Andy sighed, he looked to his distraught-pissed sister and nodded,
	“Well, you were probably right,” he had no idea, but, “if the situation made you uncomfortable then you were right to leave.”

	“But,” he warned, “you shouldn’t go out anywhere by yourself.”
	Carol nodded, sighed.  “I’m sorry, I just wanted to go and get out.”
	She was hurt, Marci was her best friend.  Was.  It sounded like their friendship had hit a rocky shoal.  Maybe he could help—one way or another.  A sleepover, eh?  Those could be fun after all!

	With their treat taken care of it was time to head home.  Carol was a little less pissed than she had been.
	“What’d you have for dinner?” Andy asked to pass the short time.
	Carol had to think, “Chicken strips.”
	“What’d Mom make?” she asked.
	“Meatload.”
	Carol giggled, their Mom was a good cook, sorta.  Sometimes some of the things she prepared were—questionable.  And they had a way of coming back on you, too, in the wee hours of the morning.
	Andy came to Worst St. and Humphrey and instead of continuing down Humphrey Way he navigated into the alley.
	“What’s up?” Carol asked.
	“Gotta check this back gate.” he said.
	Carol remained seated (and farted while he was gone).  Andy DID check the gate, but he already knew it was secure.  When he re-entered the car he got a whiff of his sister’s butt blast.  Instead of “Damn, Carol, put a cork in it!” he smiled and said instead, 
	‘Take your pants down.’
	To his surprise—Carol began undoing her pants and pushing them down.  He was flabbergasted.  ‘Damn!’ he said to himself, ‘no morals whatsofuckingever!’
	Sure, naked—sure he had seen her naked, seen her in her underwear, bathing suit, naked.  He had never, though, never ever fucking ever molested her OR even THOUGHT of molesting her.  
	With her pants down at her ankles—now what?
	Andy’s cock surged to life and he got that ansy-anxious feeling.
	His mind raced, he couldn’t—he just couldn’t!
	But what had he done already?  (to his Mom)
	Slowly he leaned to Carol, placing his hand on her thigh and holding it there.  She was likened to being asleep.  Hmmm
	‘Have you—have you seen your brother naked?’  he couldn’t remember when she had, if so, it had been a long time ago.
	“Yes.” she answered.

	‘When?’
	Carol shrugged.  Andy was awed, and curious.  Sighing he made the peek into her mind but there were a lot of “pictures” or scenes of him; most were familiar ones of recent—clothes on.  But there was one—there was one where he was on his bed, naked—jerking off!
	The little sneak was spying on him!
	Oh!
	‘D-did you like what you saw?’ he fumbled his thoughts and words.
	Carol couldn’t answer, not that she didn’t want to, it was mixed feelings for her and not one of those Want or Don’t Want sort of issues.
	‘If you saw him doing it again, or knew that he was like that again, would you watch him?’
	“I guess so.”
	Hmmm
	‘Uhm, so are you nasty with yourself?’
	“Huh?”
	‘Do you finger yourself, where you pee from?’
	“Oh, sometimes.”
	‘Has anyone TOUCHED you there?’ out of concern he asked.
	“No.”
	Whew, that was a relief.
	‘Soooo, would you get pissed if your brother wanted to—wanted to show you his penis?  His cock?’
	A long silence, then a shrug.
	‘Would you freak if he wanted to—touch you, touch you where you pee?’ big question.
	There was no answer, though.  Thoughtfully she licked her lips and maintained a stare straight ahead.  Andy sighed.  
	‘Would YOU touch him, your brother, his penis, his cock?’
	Carol reared back her head, licked her lips, and seriously thought it over.  But there was no answer.
	‘Do you want to touch any boy’s cock?’
	She shook her pretty head, No.
	And she was pretty, blond hair in a single pony, no scars despite her early years as a tomboy.  But as soon as she hit twelve she began wavering on the route of pursuing Tomboy or Girl.  So far she hadn’t gone climbing the trees or the nearby hills or racing down Elm St. at breakneck speeds, but she hadn’t gone so far as to start wearing dresses on a daily basis.

	Andy leaned in further, inching his hand to his sister crotch—
	The lights of an oncoming car into the alley disrupted him and he sat up straight until the car passed.  It wasn’t going to work, not currently where they were.  He farted and fired up the car and made for the driveway proper.

*

	Later that night…
	It wasn’t quite 10 but Andy was tired.  Been a long—long day.  He did some reading, and made sure his Mom knew it, then laid out on his bed, naked, playing with himself.  He waited-waited and went over in his mind; when did Carol see him?  It was dark so it had to be night time type time, but when specifically?
	Focusing on the memory from his sister’s mind he concentrated and saw his bedside digital clock, 12:20AM.  Twelve twenty.  Twelve twenty.  It was—11:40 PM currently.  Was she asleep?  Fingering herself?  Awake and waiting for the right time to come see her big brother jerking off?
	Maybe he could speed up the process.
	Slowly slipping out of his room he went to his sister’s—but found that door open already.  The bathroom door was shut, which was usually open unless “occupied”.  There was no light from under the door so he paused and waited.  With his hi-tech ear he listened but heard no telltale sounds of farting, peeing or anything else.
	He waited.
	And waited.
	Then lightly tapped on the door, “Carol?”
	Opening the door he found his knothead sister on the toilet with her panties at her ankles, chin in her hands, sound to sleep.
	Knothead.
	“Carol.” he whispered.	
	Nothing.  No response.  Sound to sleep.
	“Carol.”  Nothing, sound to sleep.
	It wasn’t the first time, of course, but those other times he had either let her be and she would wake up on her own, or he made a noise that would wake her up.  
	‘Anyone there?  Wake up!’
	With that there was some response.  Hmmm
	‘Uh, open—open your legs.’  it was worth a shot.  And to his surprise, she did!  Cool!  

	After having her open her legs he paused, then reached into the dirty hamper basket to fetch his handkerchief he had tossed in their earlier.  The kerchief he placed around her eyes then switched on the light.  (he also closed the door—for security’s sake.)
	Then he sighed before squatting before his sister, hands on her knees he took a strong gander at her goodie.  He had barely paid attention to it before when he had seen her naked or in her underwear.  She was his sister and he wasn’t supposed to gawk.  
	Very gently he lifted one leg and then the other stepping her feet out of her panties.  She wore a nightshirt and off that came, too.  No bra.  Carol’s titties were just budding and were just a little less than palm sized.  He palmed them, squeezed them, pinched the nipples, and noted any disturbances from his sister.
	There were none.  Cool!
	Suddenly he stood, pud hard as a rock he pressed it against her sweet face and humped thereon.  It felt good!  But best was slipping it into her mouth!  Gently-gently-ever so gently he worked her head back and forth; there was no lip lock about his invading prong, no particular “sucking” action, Andy had no commands for her and just reeled in the deed that was highly immoral.
	He was almost about to cum when he thought he heard a noise.  With heart racing he shut off the light and then held his breath as he cracked open the door peering out into the hall.  Using his eye implant he saw his Mom making way down the hall to the kitchen.  He sighed.  ‘Damn.’  
	Standing his sister up he pulled her panties up, patted her ass, and made a determined note to have his way with her soon.  Her nightshirt back on he simply carried her to her bed, removed the handkerchief and had a tough time leaving her.
	But he did, depositing the kerchief back in the laundry basket then making for his room.  But before making for his bed, he smiled—his cock was still hard and still ready to shoot.  Why waste it?

	Why waste it indeed.  His Mom had a good pussy, he had come from that pussy so it HAD to be great!  In the kitchen she was having a glass of wine and something other than the evening’s meatloaf dinner.  She really was a good looking dame; she didn’t look old; she was hip, didn’t wear outlandish clothes or talk weird or try to be young in dress or speak.  She didn’t try to pretend to be someone else or embarrassing her children by speaking their speak but she was wise enough to know what they were doing (almost) and who they were with when they done it.

	Slowly he approached, nakedly.  Pesky questions invaded his mind; ask her if she wants your bone!  See if she would willing suck it!  Find out if she would let you screw her backdoor!  Those were desires for sure, he did see images of her naked, laying out with cum drying on her lips, oozing from her pussy and asshole.  
	This only caused his cock to strengthen all the harder.  When his Mom stood putting the wine glass in the dishwasher—it was the last thing she remembered.

	Once more on the kitchen table he took his turn with her.  And despite his cock’s desire to “get into her” he spent a couple of minutes muff diving.  A furry cunt was not all to his liking but he dealt with it and drove his tongue into her gash.
	Megan Ambers would have a good pussy, so would Veronica Matthers.  Jessica Sanchez, Mia Longly, Nellie Beasely.  Girls in his grade class, girls who were seniors, sophomores, and freshmen.  Girls, girls, girls.  Teens and other.  Other.  Beth, from church came to mind, along with a bunch of others.  Equipped with the mind dinking abilities, no girl was safe.
	Not even his Mom (or sister!)
	While he munched twat and was finishing up he wondered—did dear old Daddy munch cunt?  It was too weird to think of and so he quickly abandoned the thought and rose up sliding his salami into the entrance that had bore him seventeen years earlier.

	He gave his Mom a good doinking and it felt good—all over.  He saw his Mom’s nipples hardened and he guess he was doing a good job.  He thought of Miriam Beaver—she was a new student and had a fantastic body—fantastic!  Greatly did he want to taste her, see her naked, spank her!  Katey Shybogyen had a decent body; she was TALL, though, had decent titties, and a great ass.  Girls-girls-girls.  All were susceptible to his wills…
	His cock pumped and pumped, pulled out and humped on the gash; lifting her legs he took a feeble attempt at getting possibly into her asshole.  That was a no-go attempt; she needed to be in a better position and his determination a little more dire.
	Cum began to squirt from his cock, though, a minute or so later.  And it was Fucking-A fantastic!  He couldn’t put words to the feelings his body endured as his prick slid in and out of his Mom’s twat; once fully in and the cumming began there were enormous sensations never before experienced.

	Watching his cum ooze out of his own Mom’s pussy was mind boggling—simply-fucking-mind boggling.  His cock surged more and more, balls swelled, and mind no longer his.  No morals had he—none.  His Mom, that little girl, and all in between.
	Using a washrag he wiped down his Mom’s cum laden cunt then returned her to where she would last remember being.  When he was down the hall and “released” back to her own mind, he watched her waver, shake her head and look around her.  She then seemed anxious, fingered herself and looked a little wild, Andy didn’t know what to think—or do.  Quickly he ducked into the bathroom while his Mom whisked into bedroom.
	He wondered if he could have implanted some notions in her mind;
	‘give your body to your son.’  ‘suck his cock—everyday!’  ‘spread your legs, your ass—everyday (for your son.)’ he let it go and slipped to his room.  He was exhausted, sweaty, and still, strangely horny.

How to sexually enjoy your family in one easy step
	Step One:  Get a friend who has a unique Mind Altering Device.
	Done.
	Mike McShane invited Andy to his home for dinner.  Mike’s wife, Lisa, was a good looking woman, but she wasn’t all that nice.  She had a sort of mean side to her but it didn’t show all that often.  She was the daughter of a prominent agricultural Daddy who ran/operated a couple of large major warehouses specifically processing carrots.
	Then there was Trisha.  Trisha, Amy, Hanna, Corinna, and Nathan.
	But apparently, Mike was only “gettin’ some” for procreation purposes.  His wife, apparently, was a bit of a prude—not frigid, he admitted that they did fuck but not as often as he would like.  And most the times that they fucked resulted in producing a child.
	She didn’t take it in the ass or mouth or between the tits.
	Well, we’ll see about that!
	Dinner was nice, Lisa made the dinner and was a good homebodied domestic typical wife & mother; she was a music teacher out of the house (and in the house, too).  Lighthearted, friendly, chipper—the good side.  Andy saw the “other” side, too—the strict and serious side when addressing the children.
	After dinner, there was some socializing.  The McShane was neat and tidy, no toys strewn around, or underwear.  There was good furniture, wall hangings, fresh carpet, and a music room with a large piano.  Andy and Mike talked with Lisa butting in now and then but she wasn’t annoying.

	The kids were taking their baths during this time and little six year old Corinna made a naked dash thru the house.  Mike didn’t mind (nor did Andy) but the Mommy sure did; she struck after the fleeing naked child and when catching up to her walloped her bare butt a few times before dragging her screaming to her room whereupon she got more mistreatment.
	Mike sat dumbfounded and embarrassed.
	Pussywhipped Mike was.  It was obvious he didn’t wear the pants in the family, he worked for his wife’s Old Man, too!  It was a good life, they were members of an elite social network, the country club by association, and deeply rooted in their church and school.  Mike, though, wished otherwise.
	When Lisa made a return appearance pretending “all was well”, Andy smiled to her, nodded his head—and zapped her.  Lisa seemed stunned, reared her head back, blinked her eyes excessively, then stood absolutely still.
	“Got her.” Andy said.
	Mike looked to Andy, “Really?”
	Andy stood and went up to the stood motionless Lisa, waved his hand before her eyes, attempted to smack her nose, then brushed his hand up against her right breast.
	Lisa Marie-Bolton McShane was under the influence.
	Mike remained sitting, mouth open, eyes focused on his stunned wife.
	Andy squeezed a breast, then the other; then patted her midriff area.
	Not a thing from Lisa.
	Mike was in utter disbelief, but of course, with Andy, he had already been a participatory participant in narly shenanigans while camping the previous week.  But still, up close and personal it was unfuckingbelievable!
	Mike then smiled, stood, and came to his wife.  Andy held off doing anything more while Mike stared at her eye-to-eye, then squeezed her breasts his ownself.  He was awed—and relieved.
	Getting Lisa naked was no problem; while Mike watched, Andy had the woman strip off all of her clothes.  There was no hesitation, she was easily swayed and accepted the commands from Andy’s personal implanted EMAD.  When she stood up from lowering her basic white womanly panties, Andy fished out his cock and gave it a stroke while Mike did likeswise.
	‘Suck.’ Andy transmitted to the woman.  To Mike’s surprise, she went to her knees before him, took his member and proceeded to engulf—the whole thang!

	Had she ever given head wasn’t known, Andy forgot to press her for needful information like that—he was caught up in the moment as while she sucked her husband’s prick, Andy himself stepped up for his share.  He got the woman to handle his cock while she got Mike to squirt.
	Right as Mike was squirting, ten year old Amy Lynn came into the family room and saw everything.  She was stunned.  Her mouth dropped to the floor and her pretty blue eyes widened greatly.  
	“Oh shit!” she exclaimed loudly.  Then she realized what she had said and covered her mouth with her hands and was in total overblown shock.  So stunned was she, though, that she couldn’t move.  Which was good ‘cause it gave Andy the time needed to zap her, too.
	Mike’s squirt was mostly aimed into his wife’s mouth, but the sudden appearance of his child frightened him and he pulled out and squirted most of his love juice all over Lisa’s face.  But he was “stunned” as well and couldn’t move—he just squirted and squirted liquid love all over Lisa’s face, tits, everywhere.
	Andy held off shooting his load and concentrated on making sure he had the little girl; ‘Raise your gown.’ he told her.  Amy dressed in a blue nightgown that was short, kiddie style, clutched the hem of the outfit and pulled it up—revealing herself in her matching blue panties.
	Mike shoot Andy a look—not an angry one but a confusing one.
	“She’s mine.” Andy returned.
	Leaving Lisa drenched in pent up cum splatter Mike went to Amy, knelt before her staring into her placid eyes.  Andy came up and squatted before her, too.  Down the hall could be heard the other McShane kids playing, radio too loud, squeaks too loud.  
	Andy hooked the little girl’s panties and pulled them down.  She remained standing holding her nightgown up.  Mike cast his eyes down to his child’s nakedness.  He let out a moan, a moan of desire?  Carefully he caressed Amy’s ass, squeezed it, closed his eyes and let the wind of desire envelope him.
	“I can get her to do anything you want.” Andy said in a low voice.
	Mike blinked his eyes, then turned his head to look at his naked cum smeared wife.
	“Her, too.” Andy added.

	On the very nice lush love seat in the family room little Amy lay positioned naked, Mike licking her pussy out as hard as he could—all the while his naked wife on her knees right beside him.  All the while young teen friend was BEHIND her humping her ass…

	Mike’s tongue feverishly frolicked in his daughter’s cunt; his desires exceeding all limits of decorum and morality.  There was no care, though, and the pussywhipped Daddy licked, sucked, and devoured his child’s cunt until such a time there was when he was ready to blow his load.
	And he did so, squirting a massive mess onto Amy’s innocent slit.
	A great gob of manly love did Mike spew onto Amy’s crevice, he rubbed the head of his jutting schlong all over the girl’s sex and tried forcing himself into her sex, too!  Andy was IN Lisa, in her fuckable surprisingly tight cunt.  He found her backdoor a little too tight for anal play, he would fix that later but he needed the release as much as Mike did so he opted for the original cock pleaser and humped graciously there therein.
	After Mike’s pud had emptied itself, he rubbed continuously his cock all over the mess he had spilled, still trying to force himself into her sex.  But it would take more dire determination for that to happen.  He DID want it to happen but at the moment that desire had taken a dip.  He didn’t want to hurt his child, but the desire was there to fuck her.
	‘Put it in her mouth.’ Andy minded to Mike.  It was more of a suggestion than a “command.”  Mike was sweating, naked, and had just spilled a glob of his Daddy love all over his ten year old daughter’s cunt.  meanwhile, his new best friend was emptying his own load…
	Mike climbed up his daughter’s body, dragging his slimy dick all over her as he did so.  Once at her face he held her still while guiding into her cock.  “suck it, baby, suck it!” he said in a bare whisper.
	Andy smiled and conveyed to the young girl those exact express wishes of her Daddy.
	The “taste” of dick was a little unappealing to the waif, she made a face but DID take in her Daddy’s tool—slimy as it may be.  She took in just the head and then rolled her tongue about the super sensitive crown—as per instructed from Andy.
	Lisa, meanwhile, came up to start kissing on her husband’s ass.
	Mike parted his leg and positioned himself better on the sofa so as to get a bit more of his tube steak into his daughter’s mouth—and allow his wife to kiss not only his ass but his asshole!
	Balls, too.
	Lisa also went down and cleaned up the mess spillage on her daughter’s cunt.  That act blew Mike’s mind away!  He didn’t know what to think of it—he blinked his eyes and stared in awe as Lisa’s tongue went to work nonchalantly on cleaning up the sperm coating Amy’s poon.
	“Two down, four to go!” Andy said cheerfully.
	Mike smiled and squirted a blast on Amy’s face.

*

	Trisha had her own room, she had just turned twelve and had earned the right.  Amy and her sisters Hanna and Corinna shared a room and four year old Nathan had his own room, being the only boy.  The siblings, minus Amy, were in the girls’ shared room—music was playing and it was a bit of a mess.  The kids were wired up and being kids.  With the music and the kids’ antics on high, it was a bit of difficulty settling them down.  Tapping into their minds took a bit of work and it was one-by-one.  It gave Andy a headache and a nosebleed.
	But, one-by-one, Trisha, Hanna, Corinna, and Nathan were “controllable.”  Naked Mike walked in and none of them freaked out about it.  Trisha was already “daddy’s little girl” and was already somewhat willing, just afraid of getting caught and stepping over that morality incestuous line.  But she was willing to “suck” her Daddy, be nude with him, and to let him lick out her cunt.  Just afraid to.
	But from the camping experience—ever since, she had been more willing.  She and her Daddy had “gotten” together and willingly she had serviced him!  She did!  She wasn’t too enthused with his messy “offering” but swallowed it just to get it over with.  In turn, Daddy Mike licked her pussy out, fingered her, and taught her how to finger her sex good and proper.
	Of course she was busted by a nosey Mom who walloped her bare ass something righteous and chastised her to no end.  “Masturbation is evil!” proclaimed Lisa to her naughty daughter, Trisha had to endure the scolding as well as beating and then recite several passages from the bible.
	Mike’s desires to hump his first born had been quelled and there had been no special time to “get with her” to boink her.  He settled for seeing her nude, fingering her, and getting a nice blow job.  That helped for the interim.
	All dressed in various nightwear, Mike adored them—then stripped them down each and every one!  Trisha was first, whether or not she would be “willing” to share her Daddy and his naughty exploits remained to be seen, but she was under the powers of family friend Andy just the same.  Mike’s cock hardened as he slipped his first born’s panties off.  He sniffed the crotch the undies then went down to sniff and lick where the  crotch of those panties had been! 
	Then it was Hanna’s turn, then Corinna, and then little Nathan.
	Cum began to squirt from Mike’s cock as he stripped nude his child, Hanna.  His hands went all over her young eight year old body and after ditching her underwear his cock went right up against her cunt.

	‘If you could fuck her, if you could get your dick into her pussy, would you?’
	It was a tough question—with an equally tough answer.
	‘No one would know, she wouldn’t remember, she wouldn’t be hurt or harmed—just well fucked.’
	Mike sweated as cum spewed from his piss slit coating Hanna’s poon.
	There was no definitive answer.  Andy let it be and Mike went onto Corinna.  Corinna was very pretty; her round face, blond hair (as opposed to Mike’s dark hair and Lisa’s reddish brown hair); her sweet smile, and desire to run amok naked after her bath.  Mike spent several minutes with her, licking and sucking on her pussy, lifting her legs to admire her ass and hole.  The flesh of the child’s ass was still a little red, too.
	Up against her poon firstly and then up onto her chest, bringing her mouth down onto her Daddy’s bursting schlong.  The child lapped up the clear sticky fluid juicing from her Daddy’s piss slit, she made no faces and tantalized her Daddy to no end.
	With Nathan, Mike merely stripped the youngster nude but had no outward sexual gratification desires towards him.
	‘Would you like to suck him—if Andy wasn’t present?’
	“Yes.” Mike answered allowed.
	Andy came up to the bed Nathan lay on, laid beside him and began fondling the boy’s cock.  Their eyes met, Andy conveying to his adult friend, “I like boys, too.” But he wasn’t specifically a “little boy lover”.
	Mike then took a few minutes just to watch Andy molest his little son.
	Then, Mike went down on the little thang, sucked it as well as the tyke’s nuggets.  Then, with Andy still there with cum oozing from his prick, Mike sucked him, too!

	Back in the family room it was discovered Amy had peed.  A gusher of urine had spilled from the girl’s cunt while she was still deeply entranced by Andy’s influence.  The pee had soaked the cushion she lay naked on.  Lisa, too, had had her bladder “release” and soiled the carpet.
	A great deal of work was involved in cleaning the soilage, the carpet was okay but the cushion refused to be completely clean and Lisa McShane was a clean freak.  So the cushion was merely turned over.
	“She wont know until next week when she turns the cushions.” Mike said.
	Andy told him not to worry about it, “I’ll fix her.”
	Mike was relieved ‘cause once she saw the stain she freak on everybody and everyone would suffer.

	It was only nine o’clock, plenty of time for continuing shenanigans.
	And Lisa was up first.
	Mike licked out her cunt before filling it with his cock; Andy took her from behind with more dire determination to make anal entry.  She had never been doinked in the butt before so the going was a bit difficult at first, but after several “stabs” at it, the going eased and Andy humped along in missed rhythm with Mike in her pussy.
	During the double penetration, ‘You like it in the ass.’  ‘you want to be naughty with Mike—and Andy.’  ‘You want to suck Mike’s cock dry.’  ‘You want to suck Andy’s cock dry.’  ‘You want to go naked in the house and allow the kids and Mike to go naked with you.’
	He repeated the statements, and more all the while humping her ass.
	When done, he left her alone.  Mike went to check on the other kids; while he did, Andy licked on Amy and attempted vaginal entry.  He managed the head almost but upon hearing Mike returning stopped penetration and settled for rubbing—serious rubbing.
	Mike stood by masturbating, “Any problems?” Andy asked.
	“One peed.” he said.  
	Andy continued rubbing and got the impression that Mike wouldn’t mind if he did what he intended.  “There’ll be more stains!” Andy said.
	Mike shrugged, smiled, and stroked his flaccid cock more and more; but as he watched Andy make the vaginal attempt on his ten year old, his cock strengthened.
	‘Would you like to see her get fucked?  Or would you like to do that yourself?’
	“Go ahead.” Mike returned.
	Andy shrugged, it didn’t matter much to him and he began making serious attempts at entering the sweet ten year old.

	There were stains, significantly more than simple urine stains coating the brown sofa seat cushion.  Mike on his knees right there to see the stains occur as his young teen friend sloughed his cock into his daughter’s pussy.  Andy wasn’t “all the way” in, but close counts.  The head of his cock was in as well as a couple of inches.  He had broken her hymen and was well on his way to orgasm.
	He had broken her hymen and was well on his way to orgasm when,
	“Oh my God!” exclaimed Trisha from the hallway.

	Mike fell backwards, crashing into his naked wife; Andy was in the final throws of orgasm and nothing shy of a naked axe wielding lunatic with a bloody axed crashing thru the door would stop him.  (now, if it was a naked talk show host named “Rosie” coming thru the door that would be different.)
	Mike was at a sudden loss for words as his naked bewildered confused children came out to see what the hell was going on.  Then Lisa moaned and vomited.  Then Amy moaned and groaned and no one was no longer under the guise of anything.  Everyone was aware!  Mike’s worst nightmare come to be.

	For Andy, it was a nightmare, too; he couldn’t see straight, hear, or think.  A huge wave of seasickness swept over him and his vision was vastly blurred.  He fell back, crashing into the coffee table.  He focused on Lisa whose confusion held her from flipping out.  
	Mike was with his children who were equally confused.  Andy didn’t have a good hold on Lisa, or any of them.  With Lisa, though, there was some progress but hindered by images flashing in her mind.  It took a little doing and suffering thru a massive headache (and nose bleed) but Andy saw images he didn’t understand.  He had to pose questions to get clarity.
	‘Sex with Dad?’
	No.  but then, yes.
	Ah!
	There were brief images of her as a young girl, under twelve but older than ten (she had boobs but they were way small).  She was nude and laying in bed with her (apparent) Daddy!  Oh!  (he was also nude.)  She was toying with his penis, it was hard and she worked it till it was even harder—then she was sucking it!  OH! OH!  Another image was with the girl sitting on her Daddy’s face, laying down his nude body, sucking his cock while he sucked her cunt (and spanked her, too.)
	Another image was the girl in the shower (with dear ole Daddy.)
	As she got older, the images showed, she was not so inclined to be so readily accepting of her sexual romps with her Daddy.  But he didn’t seem to force himself but it was clear in the images Andy saw that Lisa wasn’t willing to continue participation.
	Then, she apparently told her Mom what was happening; Lisa was with bigger boobs, taller, and approximately twelve at least.  Mom, though, didn’t believe her and commenced to beating her ass right then and there, accusing her of trying to break up the family.  

	Another showed Lisa bent over her bed, naked, being beaten by her Mom’s bare hand, scolded mercilessly, then slapped in the face.  From there the images we no longer of her Mom or naughty Daddy.  Andy pried and saw a brief image of her when in her teens, in a locker room—a boys locker room.  She was nude sucking cock and taking it from behind—but not in the ass.  Several guys there were; black, white, Mexican, Asian and “other.”  
	It explained a lot—about Lisa and her strictness and beating her children if they were running amok nude or caught fingering themselves.  Andy had his work cut out for him; he put Lisa back in zombie-mode and then tended to the McShane children one by one.

	“So what happened?” a concerned Mike asked of his young friend after the family McShane had been once more subdued.
	“I’m not sure, not really.” A mishap in his programming or something like that.  He wasn’t sure, “Maybe too extended, over taxing my ablities.” It was a safe bet.  He wasn’t sure and hoped it wouldn’t happen again.
	He had to shower to revitalize himself, by then it was 10 o’clock and he had to scuttle home soon.  Dinking with Lisa’s mind, setting her so she wouldn’t remember what she had seen, then addressing the new decree; to be a wifey slut and allow the children to go amok nude as well as her hubby.  There, too, were the new way of life—to be sexually horny with her hubby (and Andy), to suck his cock on a daily basis, to take his cock in her ass, to be squirted on and coated with his cum.  Lisa also would not throw a fit of any kind about hubby nude with the kids, or they him.
	It took some doing but by 11 o’clock Lisa was the one who would be submissive.  Family sex would be the new way of life.  But that was Lisa, dinking with the minds of the McShane kids would have to wait for another day.  Andy did, though, touch their young minds and found it easier to deal with them at their young age.  He had a bitch of a headache but Amy, Hanna, Corinna, were onboard for the “new way” of life.  They would not remember in their recent memory of what they had seen.  Trisha was already onboard and needed little in mind warping.  Nathan was too young to be affected; he would just go along with everyone else.
	More ardent mind dinking of the kids would come later.  Andy had to hold fast while he “released” the family to see if what he had done to their minds took hold or not.  The kids and Lisa had been re-clothed, cleaned up, and put back to where they last remembered being.  
	Lisa wavered and looked as if though she were near to hurling.
	Trisha and Corinna did.

	Afterwards, though, they were better.  Amy had a headache and an upset stomach.  Nathan was good and Hanna didn’t seem ill whatsoever.  Mike tucked them all in, including Lisa.  Andy was in the shower; he felt hot all over and not good shape to drive.  His headache had diminished but a pesky ringing in the ears had cropped up along with still some blurred vision.
	Mike took him to the spare room where he was laid out to rest.  Andy couldn’t close his eyes without the room spinning.  He hated that.  There was naught to do but to lay and wait until it passed.  Mike stayed with him, occasionally checking on his family.  By midnight plus thirty Andy was doing better.  There had been a phone call from Andy’s worried parental units; Mike told them that he and their son were in deep Bible Devotion and that was fine with them.
	Afterwards, Mike came to lay beside the naked Andy…

	Never having touched another guy’s willy, it felt odd to him to touch Mike’s.  Sure he had been curious, but that was as far as it got.  Laying on his back, naked, with Mike—also naked, the two fondled one another.  Mike’s cock somewhat was hard but not totally.  Andy’s cock—rock hard.
	Slowly Mike moved down—his lips touching Andy’s cock, then going over the head until the whole thang was in his mouth.  Andy didn’t know what to think, slowly he got into the deed, though and humped his adult friend’s mouth.
	Either he had cum too much already for that day or was just delirious with what happened earlier still effecting him, or the thought of himself teetering on the edge of being a homosexual—but Andy’s couldn’t cum.
	Mike sucked and sucked and sucked.
	Andy lay still being sucked.  He liked it, sure, being sucked—by Mike.  Did it mean he was gay?  He preferred bitches, righteous bitches, teen bitches, young bitches, adult women bitches.  But getting a hummer from adult friend Mike was ok, too.
	Mike only sucked for a little while; when he stopped, Andy wondered—does he expect ME to suck him, too!  Sure, Andy had wondered curiously what a guy’s cock tasted like—but…
	They lay nakedly side by side, Andy could think of nothing but wanted to.  He wanted to ask a million questions of Mike—like, Say, you wanna fuck my ass; cum on my face; shove your tongue down my throat?
	As Mike lay beside him, continuing to give him a bit of a handjob, Andy got harder and harder.  The orgasm seemed stuck or something and he just couldn’t get off.  Then,

	Shortly before 1AM, Mike rolled over, pressing his naked ass against Andy’s side.  Andy rolled to his side, his cock right up against Mike’s soft supple manly ass.  For no other reason than “just fucking because” he rubbed his inflamed cock all over the man’s ass.  Mike parted his cheeks and Andy was at a crossroads.
	Shoving his fuck stick into a hole other than a girl hole meant only one thing—gay—gay—oh so fucking homosexual gay.  But a hole was a hole was a hole to fuck.  And what better hole to fuck than your best friend’s?
	Slipping his schlong into a “foreign” hole was bizarre.  But it went in without too much difficulty.  Once the soft head of Andy’s cock was in (in the hole) the shaft soon followed and there was sodomy oh sweet sodomy!  Andy began to pump—and pump—and pump some more.  Oh!  If his wife only knew!
	They soon came to be on their knees; Mike stroked himself and made odd noises (of pleasure) while Andy continued his efforts to cum.  And that act wasn’t far off.  Andy got a grip on Mike’s ass and began slamming hard his tool buried to the hilt in the man’s ass.  Their balls slapped hard, sweat slung everywhere, and the explosive moment sought after by many began to surge.
	Mike spread his legs wider that also spread his ass—Andy slammed the hole, coming to the point where he had to start straining to get his nuts off.  He swore he saw smoke from Mike’s asshole!  The feeling orgasmic curled his toes and the hump fest was on, no stopping it.  It felt like a real good pee, one of those long enduring morning pisses.  Mike pulled his ass open and endured the reaming; Andy reamed enduring the opening.  The cum from his cock began spurt in a mass jut that almost took him out.
	Finally, exhausted he unleashed a horrendous amount of jiz the forced his cock out of the man’s hole.  Gobs and gons of teen spunk drizzled out of Mike’s shitter.  Andy was totally exhausted and lay back furiously handling himself.  It was unbelievable.
	The two merged to the shower whereupon it got even hotter!

	With his cock all lubed up (with soap) Mike got his turn ramming his rod into a forbidden hole.  As the water from the showerhead cascaded onto Andy’s backside, Mike stabbed the teen’s hole with his massive hard cock.  Andy thought he was coming apart—he had never endured such a thing.  It felt like passing a real huge turd.

	The fucking was intense and a couple of times Andy thought he would pass out.  It soon got better, though, and Andy began hammering his own tool as Mike sodomized him for about five minutes.
	When the devilish deed was done, Mike was more than exhausted.  Andy, too.  He stood and hoped that future butt fuckings would not be so intense or at least better anal lube there would be instead of soap.  The two embraced and let the water soothe them.  Thereafter it was time to dry off…
	While drying off, Andy found himself bent over drying his legs and there right in his face was Mike’s cock.  It was clean and still amazingly hard.  He did the only natural thing and sucked it.
	To describe the taste, or the sensation, Andy couldn’t.  it was unlike anything he had ever sucked before.  At length he confirmed that sucking cock was like sucking/chewing on string cheese.  With his eyes closed and all thoughts in regards to homosexuality quashed he chowed down on to manrod and sucked the life out of it.

	3AM.  Actually, it was a little after 3AM before Andy fell onto his own bed.  ‘I don’t ever want to fuck again.’ he decreed.  He went right to sleep and knew nothing until his Mom was gently shaking his shoulder.  He rolled over; it was bright in the room, he felt a little ill, hot, and unaware that he was naked.
	“Going to sleep your life away?” she asked—not apparently aghast at her teenage son’s nudity.  Andy squinted a look to his bedside clock.  ‘WTF!?  7:30!’
	“I don’t think you should stay out as late as you did,” his Mom bitched, “no matter if it was Bible devotion or not.”
	Andy agreed.
	“Take a shower and feel better.” his Mom continued, “Day’s wasting and you’ve got school.”
	Andy had never missed a day of school sine elementary times.  There were days when he could have skipped due to illness, but he toughed it out and went anyways.  Today was one of those days where he didn’t give a shit about his perfect attendance record.
	He remained laying on his bed, sprawled out naked, exposing himself wholly to his Mom who was still present.  A million thoughts and images filled his mind; he had not yet told Mike of what he had learned of Lisa—he might find it useful.
	“Up and at ‘em, Mister!” scolded his Mom who smacked his inner thigh.
	Andy was about to say No and zap her mind to make her leave him alone when the urge to pee filled him.  ‘Fuck!’ he bitched, and he knew the more he lay the worse the urge would get.  A little annoyed he sat up barely aware of his Mom’s presence.  She helped him to stand then swatted him on the butt sending him on his way.
	Had she done that before?
	Andy couldn’t remember.  His mind was fogged and wasn’t thinking clearly.  He moved to the hall bathroom finding his sister at the sink.  She turned and reacted in shock to his blatant nudity; eyes wide, mouth open just as wide.  Looking out the bathroom he saw his Mom going to the kitchen.  Andy stroked his cock, ‘suck me’ he transmitted to her.
	After rinsing her mouth out she did.
	There was no time for anything else, he didn’t even blow off into her mouth but a blowjob was a blowjob.  He rubbed his cock all over her face and greatly desired to fuck her asshole or better yet her pussy.  But time—there just was no time.

	It was difficult—driving with a boner raging.  It was difficult sitting in his car in the school parking lot—with a boner raging.  It was damn difficult walking to the school property with a boner raging in his pants.  No matter how he shifted himself—and his cock, his cock was a prominent feature.  Reluctantly, he slung his book bag in front of himself.  It was more awkward and uncomfortable but lessened the embarrassment factor.
	“Hi Andrew!” said a cheery voice, Sherry Bemax.
	Andy greeted her, she was lily white, not too tall, small apple-like titties.  She wore a w yellow top with a daisy over one breast, white trim.  She reminded him of a daisy—so sunny and all.  Nice tight jeans, skinny body, lovely hair, and always so cheery.
	“We’re going to the malt shoppe after school today, will you be there?”
	“If you will be there.” he said with a smile.
	Sherry smiled and blushed—she was all kinds of giddy and oh so fuckable.  There was no time for her, though, he had only a few minutes to get to first class.  He made a mental note to “get her” later.
	As he hustled down Preston Hall to his English class located at the far end he slung his bookbag over his shoulder allowing him faster travel.  Teri Hart and Nancy Babcock came to be in his path.  
	“Hi!” said Teri.
	“Hi, Andrew!” said a very cheerful Nancy.

	“We’re going to be at the Rockin’ Rodeo today after school.” stated Teri.  Another popular hangout for teens; usually older teens, popular teens, better teens whose parents were well off.  
	“We’d love to see you there!” said Nancy.  
	‘And I’d love to see you naked, bending over!’
	“I’ve got a lot of school work,” said Andy, “and a practice game--”
	“Oh poo, Andrew,” remarked Nancy, “too much of that stuff not good for you.”
	“Yeah,” Teri added, “you’ve got to loosen up and be sociable!”
	The girls were right, and cute, seventeen, and adorable.  Teri clad in a white knit top and a tight plaid skirt; Nancy in a three layer shirt outfit with tight jeans.  Teri had the blond hair, curly down to just touching her very nice compact teen titties; Nancy’s had dark brown hair, brown eyes, and moderate sized hooters.  Both girls were incredibly cute and very-very fuckable.  Very.
	Then he noted Teri’s eyes—glancing down.  She grinned big and blushed.  Andy knew what she was blushing about.  She nudged Nancy and Nancy glanced, too.  Andy was getting embarrassed and his cock was ready to explode and it’d be more of a bitch to have a “spot” on his jeans than just a bulge.
	Across the hall from where they were was the common Audio/Visual room.  ‘Come with me.’ Andy told the girls via mind link.  They did.  The three of them made for the A/V room; Mr. Oscott operated the room and had just left it pushing a cart loaded with equipment to some classroom somewhere on campus.  How long he would be gone Andy didn’t know, the door was open and in he went with his entourage.  
	With time against him no time for much foreplay; into the storage room he escorted the two, no Q&A, either—that would have to wait.  No notion implants, either—like, “you want to suck Andy’s dick everyday” and the like.  Quickly he lifted their blouses, shirts, tops, whatever and flipped up their bra cups.
	Nice.  Real nice.  Damn nice.  Teri’s titties were a bit smaller than normal bitches, but they were perfectly round, soft, and in need of a good sucking followed by a generous coating of cum.
	Nancy had good knockers, too.  Nancy’s titties, though, were more likened to a torpedo.  
	Andy smiled, sighed, then began a quick feel of the girls’ breasts followed by undoing Nancy’s jeans and pushing them down.  This was followed quickly by freeing his cock.  Then it was a matter of “what to do—what to do!?”

	To doink, boink, rear assault, down and dirty, all the above?
	Badly he wanted to shag them both, three holes—no waiting!	
	His hands went inside Nancy’s panties, cupping and generously squeezing her ass while his cock pasted itself against her stomach.  His passion began to exceed limits and down came the girl’s panties; then off came her pants AND panties.  She was totally nude in seconds and laid out on a work bench.  Andy then laid his organ against her fuckable oh so fuckable cunt and then went in.
	He didn’t ask if she were a virgin, but she wasn’t.  There was no resistance as he made vaginal entry and he deeply got into the business of fucking.
	It would be a quick fuck, the First Class Bell rang and he was late.  And he didn’t want to make trouble for the girls, either.  But he was in the stream of sexual bliss and so nothing else mattered.  He suckled on Nancy’s titties, drove his tongue (and cock) into her body and rode the train to glory!
	When he was on the track and striving for completion, he reached to Teri and lifted her skirt—then mind linked to her to hold her own skirt up while he pulled her panties down.  His cock hardened all the more and began to shoot loads of love cream DEEP into Nancy’s cunt.  Andy caressed Teri’s ass, spanked it, then had her BEND OVER and spread her cheeks so as he could take a nice gander at her ass (and hole.)
	That culmination of Teri’s bared ass, panties at her knees; his cock buried in Nancy’s cunt; being as naughty as he possibly could, prompted him to shoot the finale.  His toes curled inside his shoes; his nipples hardened!  The smell of sex was everywhere and so was the release of sex.  It was incredible.  His eyes fluttered and the sensation of cumming off was beyond belief!

	Luckily, Teri and Nancy had the same first period class.  He escorted them to their History 1 class fifteen minutes after 2nd Bell (students had five minutes between bells to get their ass to their assigned class).  Andy knew the history teacher, Johann Weidmeir and as soon as the girls entered the class Andy made mental contact with the balding 50 year old man having him erase the tardy & unexcused absence from his record book.
	Once done, Andy took note that the man ALSO had a hard-on hidden in his brown slacks.  Well, that stood to reason as there were four lovely teen girls taking the front seats of his class; Tiffany Vane wore a skirt and sometimes was oblivious to that fact and opened her legs just right so as to reveal to all a crotch shot.
	Andy made a mental note to see if he could “help out” the old German and quickly made haste to his own class.  He did the same technique of erasing his tardy/MIA as he did to Mr. Weidmier to Ms. Blaxton and all was well.
	Concentrating on his class work, though, was hard.  Though his cock had exploded nicely it seemed to require more.  Andy was tired out and needed a rest, a break from fucking.  But that wasn’t likely to happen!

	Amanda Covens.  Seventeen, not too tall, very slenderly built, properly proportioned titties, fantastic smile.  She was the girlfriend of David Tremble, known as the “Tremblor” in the football circuit.  He wasn’t particularly “big” per se but made the opposing team(s) “tremble” with his presence—he was not a front lineseman but a mere quarterback with a dynamite throw.  He also was a receiver now and then and was unstoppable. When he came onto the field, the opposing teams trembled ‘cause they knew they were doomed with the many touchdowns DT would put against them.
	He was also an asshole.
	Because of David Tremble’s athletic abilities he got the big head, became ultra snobby, pushy, and had his way with the teachers—not sexually, but academically.  He wasn’t that smart but you couldn’t tell it by his grades.  But those grades were usually fudged when the teachers turned the final grade report into the office.
	So, everyone knew or was wise to know that Amanda Covens was off-limits.  That didn’t mean shit to Andy.  After 3rd period class there was a fifteen minute break—for Andy anyways.  He met Amanda C as she made her way to the girls’ gym.  She was already in her tight red knit shorts, the school colors, and white blouse.  That bouncy blond hair, bouncing titties, tight-tight ass all were too enticing to just simply “let walk on by.”
	“Hi, Andrew!” she said cheerfully.  She was sooooo sweet, how unfortunate she had to be hooked up with a jerk.  And the jerk in question was no where to be seen.  Amanda was with a small group of other girls and Andy had a decision to make.
	Rachael Meecham, Jodie Bleecher, and Valeri Vasquez.  All seventeen, all delectable, all fuckable—very fuckable.  Andy noted, though, a security guard in their vicinity and that fouled things.  He walked with the girls, cautiously eyeing the security guard who seemed to be watching them, him.

	‘Go check the parking lot.’  Andy almost tripped over the step up to the open gathering area before the gym as well as crashed into the girls as he sent aloft his message.  But Security Officer Chet Jackson shuffled along without a thought (or look) Andy’s way.
	With that, Andy whisked the girls not into the gym but alongside it and to a special place between the gym building and the extra curricular activity rooms located at an angle and up on a higher level.  The Shop Classes, Art, Pottery, as well as engine repair.  There was a neat place from the side of the girls’ gym and the berm supporting those aforementioned classes.  There were trees, shrubs, bushes, and more trees, more shrubs, and more bushes.  A sort of “tunnel” there was and many students in the know used the special area for on-school making out.  A placard was used to signal the students in-the-know to that the special area was being used.
	Andy escorted the girls to the very end of the natural tunnel and wasted no further time and had Rachael Meecham, Jodie Bleecher, and Valeri Vasquez start stripping off their clothes.  Andy himself took pleasure in doing likewise to Amanda.
	Watching Rachael and the others strip naked put Andy in a very serious horny sort of way.  It was sooooo cool to watch them follow thru with his desire.  He hadn’t gotten Amanda’s clothes off fully yet when he was ready to fuck!
	Valeri was his first choice; she had worn scanty panties (thong); her chocolate skin, silky black hair, more than adequate titties, vivacious bod all over, put Andy in the need to dwell in her cunt.
	But he found something else dwelling in her cunt instead—a tampon.
	EWEWEWEW!
	Sloppy seconds was one thing, slipping one’s schlong into a girl’s crevice when she’s on her period was something else all together.  Luckily, though, she had two other holes!
	Rachael was the same way, and so was Jodie.  Amanda was the only one who seemed not yet on her Cycle.  Andy put Rachael on her hands and knees, legs open, ass presentable.  Jodie was laid out on her clothes, legs open wide.  Amanda he put to sucking his cock.  No Q&A, he forgot.
	While he got his winkie waxed he caressed Rachael’s ass, spanked it, fingered the funk hole and got harder than ever in Amanda’s mouth.  (If only the Trembler could see!)
	Out of Amanda’s mouth and into Rachael’s ass.  It was a tight fit but “opened” up once he slithered in.  While he pumped he ran his hands up and down the nude girl’s side, eyeing the lovely naked near lily white Jodie laying beside.

	Gobs of cum oozed out of Rachael’s ass; more cum drizzled out of Amanda Covens’ mouth; and yet more cum there was drying on Valeri Vasquez’s delightful hairless cunt (Andy couldn’t help himself and be damned the grossness of humping a chick who was on her period); and clear sticky cum coated Jodie’s Bleecher’s ass (and hole.)
	Afterwards, “I don’t think I ever want to fuck again!”  but it wasn’t noon yet.  He enjoyed the girls; held them, squeezed them, fingered them, kissed on them, spanked them, and took them all into his memory.  Then took their panties before having them dress themselves.  He felt good, just shagged out to beat all.  There was a back way out of the tunnel so as no one got wise and he led the girls to the back door of their gym then scooted on to his own gym where he took a long-long cold-cold shower.
	Then it was 4rth period.

	Darlene Ditmuir.  Tall, kinda; cheery, helpful, pleasant, and went easy on the eyes.  She also was a good teacher.  She wore white pants a lot with mixed colored blouses.  She spoke with distinction and once said she hailed from Connecticut.  After the fifty-five minutes of class instruction on the social economic structure of the Polynesian Island Natives and the class had emptied, Andy had the woman of 35 stand motionless at her corner 45-degree angle positioned desk and lower those white jeans along with her powder blue panties.
	She wasn’t on her period.  Andy found her holes clean and ready to be fucked.  He failed to Q&A her, too.  He was just all about “stick it in, hump, get off, get out, go on.”  Anal penetration was a toughie and a no-go, not without serious effort and Andy was running shy on “effort.”  The pussy, though, was more appealing and readily accepting of his offering.
	His cock was amazing—so was Ms. Ditmuir’s ass.  All over the pillowy lily white ass he rubbed his cock, spreading the cheeks and making a rear entry assault. 
 	His hi-tech ear heard the sounds of rustling students outside the hall, time was against him; still he pumped, though.  It seemed the thing to do—with his cock buried to the hilt up her ass!  But despite that fact, he wasn’t able to cum.  He tried and tried and tried—and though lo the “trying” bit was good, the inability to unload was frustrating.  Finally he just pulled out, smacked the woman’s ass and scurried to his next class—after taking her panties then redressing her.

*

	Every girl he met, every girl he saw—he wanted.  He wanted them naked; sucking his cock, spreading their cheeks, spreading their legs.  Something, anything.  Every girl, woman, had potential.  Andy realized just how dangerous the EMAD plague was…
	There was nothing he could do about it but maybe have some self control.  That wasn’t likely to happen, either.  The influx and influence of bitches and ‘hos was just too great—mostly in number.  All sizes, colors, shapes, everything.  
	Concentrating on his school work was a tough deal, a bitch to one side, a ‘ho to the other.  Every girl, every age, every girl was a potential bitch-‘ho to service him.  Every girl was susceptible to his wills.  He sighed and continued to concentrate on his studies.

	Somehow he made it thru the rest of the day by determination.  It was a struggle as there were many incidences he could have taken advantage of; he could have gone spying, participated in situations, and so on.  But with extreme determination to cool off he did his studies, socialized without engaging in some sort of sexual deviancy.
	There was, though, a slight hang-up.  It wasn’t at his own campus but his sister’s.  He had to pick her up from her class and whisk her to a dentist appointment.  Normally not a big deal but…
	But off he went and sat in the parking lot of his sister’s school for a while; he had left his school after 6th period, his last two afternoon classes were excused—one was Study Hall (lame) and Computer Class which was not mandatory.
	It got hot sitting in his car, though.  He had access to the school and chatted with the guard for a minute or so then finally made for his sister’s class, there was some thirty minutes left to the end of her session.  Along his way he saw a couple of girls exiting a bathroom—short skirts, short-shorts, nice-nice asses.
	Thirty minutes, eh?
	‘Go back into the bathroom.’
	There were security cameras (everywhere.)  Andy picked them out one by one and surreptitiously upset them, put them out of commission, then slipped into the girls’ bathroom…
	Camilla Valero age eight and Jessica Vatherspoon also age eight.  Lovely, lovely girls.  Lovely.  Camilla had soft brown hair that curled to her face and hung down to her flat chest.  Jessica had straight dark hair.

	Wasting no time Andy pulled Camilla’s panties down as she held her own short skirt up.  This took place at the far end of the bathroom where a bathroom stall should have been but wasn’t.  It wasn’t totally secure but it would do.  Not much was done, just fingering the girl’s bald beaver, fingering her ass(hole) then standing to whip out his throbbing hard cock and putting it into her mouth.
	He still forgot Q&A!
	But he fondled the girls, fingered them and put his dick into their sweet young-young mouths.  Then, laying them on the floor he opened their legs and licked on their sweet young-young poons.  His fingering action was stepped up and soon he was ON them, Camilla first.  And like a previous young-young girl, his cock lay on the crevice of the pussy and there he did hump his fill.
	He didn’t cum, he was pent up but needed a few more hours to replenish his cum production.  Loving on the girls was good and he liked it, he still professed to liking girls his age, but little girls were just as good.  
	More time with the girls would have been nice, and rewarding.  He was sure that with more time sliding his cock up and down their crevices he could have given them each a cum blast.  But there was no time.  He humped on them, caressed their asses, and fed them several inches of his pulsing prong before dressing them and sending them on their way.
	Room 36-C.  Andy smirked as he stood outside his sister’s class “adjusting” himself remarking that 36-C was a good titty size.  Carol’s teacher, Ms. Annette Ackers, had smaller titties, 28-B.  Long-long auburn hair, small frame, small butt.  She was recently married and Andy had no doubt the school marm was “gettin’ some” and getting some often.
	Carol’s class was small, fifteen the max.  Eight of the fifteen were girls.  Fifteen.  Plus the teacher, plus Carol.  Hmmm  fifteen.  Fifteen.  That was a lot.  More than five, more than ten, less than twenty.  Fifteen.  Fifteen twelve year olds.  He had found by discovery those teen bitches from his school on their periods.  How many of THESE bitches were on their periods?
	Lets find out!

	Ms. Ackers was giving a test, not a biggie, just write down the names of the States in their proper places associative to their state.  Ms. Ackers knew Andy and acknowledged his presence—but put her fingers to his lips to ensure that he didn’t disturb the class.  Well…
	There was a scant twenty minutes left in the class, not a lot of time.
	His cock was still aching 	from what he had done to the girls in their bathroom.  His cock ached more while casually looking over the young delectables, eight of them.  EIGHT!  PLUS his sister AND her teacher!  Fifteen minutes just wasn’t enough time.
	So, he had to make the most of it.
	But fifteen?  Could he waylay fifteen minds, and their teacher.  He saw on her outfit in two places where she had an EMAD detector.  Every class, including this one, had EMAD detectors (and preventors) embedded in the threshold of the entrance.  Andy easily deactivated them all then sighed as he put the teacher at ease.  He began, then, a one-by-one mind subduction over each student finding that after the fifth students he could subdue them all in one fell swoop.
	Doing so made him dizzy and hot.
	It also took five minutes of time.  Damn!
	Fifteen minutes—fifteen students?  Hmmm
	The teacher was a must.  She alone could take the allotted time!  Luckily, for Andy, she wore a Summer dress.  Thin, flowery, and just to the knees.  It was soon “just to the waist” as he hoisted the garment up and her panties down!  Having her bent over onto her desk with Andy behind her got him very excited as he found a butterfly tattoo on her right butt cheek, a snorting pissed off unicorn at the top of her cunt.	 
	Andy licked her ass, crack, and diddled her hole.  Time ticked on and Andy couldn’t help it, he stood and slowly though time didn’t permit made entry into the proper receptacle.
	There was no time for a long enduring delicious fuck, it had to made quick.  Andy humped, sliding ALL the way then going madly about his business for two minutes.  He didn’t cum and was pissed about that.
	He pulled her panties up and fashioned them into her crack so she would be uncomfortable and have to pull them out.  Then he moved to the students.  
	Grace Ang, a Chinese import was a cutey.  She sat in the front row, in a nice blue-ish dress, long silky dark hair, sweet as sugar all over.  Andy rubbed his cock freshly explunged from her teacher’s cunt all over her sweet as sugar face.  Then into her mouth.  Very muchly did he want to get her naked, legs open, and fuck her brains out!
	But there was no time!  No time!
	So it was just a quickie—in the mouth, all over the face—stand her up and pull her panties down and gawk at her goodie box.  Oh!  It was delicious, hairless, and unfucked.  Andy deeply-deeply wanted to shove his fuck stick against it—followed by in it.

	“Are you ok?” Carol asked as they hustled their way to Carol’s appointment.  Andy was a little anxious.  His dick hurt and the only way to get it to feel better was cramming it into a hole and humping until his dick fell off ejaculation occurred—whichever came first.
	At the dentist’s office Andy sat in the waiting room with his pud aching in immeasurable amounts.  No one around was very worthy of his “special” attention, ‘cept the sweet little 3 yr old who was fidgety in her seat and kept show her goodie.
	But he sighed, no.  He wouldn’t.  The little girl’s mother was ok, upper twenties, a LONG face, kind of pretty (kinda sorta), moderate titties, loose clothing.  He would doink her, though, sure as cum he would.  But he read some lame magazines and waited.
	And waited.
	And waited.
	And waited some more.
	Finally Carol emerged.  Two cavities and a loose tooth.
	‘I gotta get you home (and naked).’ Andy said to himself.  He could hardly wait.  
	“Can we stop at the Malt Shoppe?”
	Andy wanted to say ‘No!  I want to get you home as fast as possible, get you naked, then fucked royally!’  But he pulled into the Shoppe’s parking lot just same…
	Bitches-bitches-bitches.
	Ho’s-ho’s-ho’s.
	Sluts, wanna be sluts, no idea what a slut is but they want to find out.
	Two girls Andy hadn’t seen before were in the establishment, they stood out ‘cause they were new and didn’t have the “fit in” look.  They looked nervous, shy, and on the brink of bolting.  One was blond, pleasing titties, layered top with nominal matching slacks.  She had a sweet face and a nice jiggle to her butt.  She sat in a booth with a dorky geeky girl who was all kinds of awkward and skinny.  
	‘Go outside.’
	Andy had to repeat himself and got a nosebleed but Subject One and Two ambled outside.  Subject Two, the skinny one with reddish brown hair, wore a strange mix of green layered clothing and lime green non-matching slacks.  Andy saw panty lines, though, and ached to see her naked.
	With his sister in tow they all made for his car.

	Andy disrupted the security cameras before reaching his car as well as the EMAD Detectors/Preventors the girls wore.  Then, for added security paused to look around the parking lot, parked car with someone in them, across the street to the buildings, everywhere.  Using his hi-tech eye he saw a few curious things but nothing to deter him from his pursuit of out-and-out kidnapping for sexual purposes.
	‘Are you wearing any “tracking” devices?’ Andy had to ask (security sake).  Deidre Jolene (DJ) said No.  
	‘Virgin?’  AH!  Q&A!
	“Sort of.”
	‘Sort of?  Explain.’
	That was hard to do verbally and Andy couldn’t see very well in her noggin while he was driving—but he saw her on a bed naked fingering herself.  She used her fingers, a teddy bear, a banana, and a bed post.  No anal.  (not yet.)  She was curious as all get out about sex, oral AND anal.  She couldn’t conceive ANAL sex and wasn’t too keen on Oral, but she was horny; she was semi willing to be freaky with a boy—as long as he was calm, nice, handsome, and not aggressive.  She would even be freaky with a boy older than she—and she was thirteen!
	Thirteen!
	‘Ever see a boy (your age) naked?’
	Again, “Sort of.”  While at Summer Camp the previous year she had seen some boys peeing in the woods.  It wasn’t a good looksee but close counts.
	DJs skinny friend, Kimmie Relbbig, was also “not a virgin” by way of massive fingering.  She used candles, toilet plunger, cucumbers, zucchini, and large dill pickles.  Neither girl had fingered one another.  Neither girl had been fingered by another finger other than their own.  Neither girl had sexual tendencies towards one another (or any other girl.)
	Andy drove into the alley and parked ushering the girls into the empty house.  The folks were way busy and wouldn’t be home till late.  “ORDER PIZZA” was written on a note on the fridge.  A clear sign that Andy had time.  Plenty of time.

	In his room he brought all three girls, he thought of Mike and how HE would like to be involved.  Later.  Andy was going to be selfish; quickly he stripped down to his skin then had his sister strip.  After that, he pulled down Deidre’s brownish slacks.  They were a loose fitting style, high quality and a little pricey.  Andy guessed her folks must be well off or something like.

	DJ wore lavender bikini panties; as Andy smoothed his hand over her ass, squeezing the flesh causing his cock to swell nicely.  His eyes focused on the girl’s muffin—it was nice, compact, and he could just see the girly poon pie covering (pubes).  Nice-nice-nice.  This was going to be delicious!    
	Slowly he lowered the garment, eyeing his already nude sister standing right beside him and Kimmie on the other side (who had her funky green pants to her ankles and stood in yellow bikini panties.)  His attention returned to Deidre; pressing his tongue to her he licked her panties, pressing hard to get his tongue into her crevice.  His passion and need to fuck increased greatly and the foreplay was just going to have to wait.
	Off came her multi layered clothing—a jacket, blouse, undershirt, and finally bra.  Complicated.  Why do girls wear so many clothes?  She had nice styled hair—way too much hairspray, though.  She had, also, a nice face.  It was fresh.  During his time with her Andy learned she and her family were indeed “new” to town.  Her Mom had recently passed away and her Dad had moved the family from the Big City to the smaller City.  DJ had two other siblings, sisters.  They were from a big city located on the coast and though not “well off” they did alright.
	Some sort of perfume the girl wore, he couldn’t recall other girls wearing perfume—specifically located in their poon area!  It smelled good, though.  Slowly he pulled the girl’s panties down—s-l-o-w-l-y.  He drank in every micro inch of the girl’s pussy.  Though he had time he hadn’t time, his cock demanded attention and there were not one but THREE girls to tend to!
	DJs ass was glorious to his touch—soft and cool.  
	Then there were those magnificent twins of hers.  For thirteen, DJ had a nice rack.  A very nice rack.  Not out of proportion for girls in her age group; soft, round, perfectly shaped and just aching to be suckled!  All over the girl’s body was perfect—‘cept for her stiff hair. 
	Onto his bed he laid the girl out, opening her legs and licking her pussy out.  His tongue lapped hungrily all over her cunt—nipping the lips and finding her clit to stimulate it, too.  She yearned to get laid but was fearful of getting pregnant or some lame disease.  Plus she wasn’t ready for sex or sex acts.  She was but she wasn’t.  She was curious, horny, but fearful.
	Andy licked, lapped, and nipped his way until the girl began to contort.  Her pussy began to secrete juices, pulse, quake, tremble, the whole bit.  It was time.  She was ready.
	Andy climbed up onto her body, his cock already squirting.  Diligently against her delicate poon he rubbed the head of his happy cock; up and down the girl’s entrance experiencing incredible sensations ten-fold.

	DJ squirmed, made faces, and was beginning to sweat all over.  Andy pushed himself into the girl’s sex, meeting firm resistance therein.  Out his cock came to lay between the folds of her cunt; there he humped, humped hard straining the skin of his dick before pushing back to where it wanted most to be.  Then, upon meeting the girl’s virginity—gave a mighty thrust and busted the girl’s status as a virgin.
	Then powerfully it went all the way in.
	It was a dramatically snug fit; DJ made many more faces and yelps of distress—but her nipples were hard and her errant squirming was a mix of OH YEAH! and OH!  There was much more discomfort than there was of pleasure—for Deidre.  She began to moan some and as Andy humped she slowly began to sorta-kinda get into it.
	Andy didn’t make the two-minute mark before his cock was exploding loads of fresh hot love cream.  His eyes fluttered, toes curled, his own nipples hardened and gobs of milky delicious cum filled DJ’s cunt.
	The event of just cumming off took over a minute!
	DJ sweated greatly all over, her nipples remained hard.
	Andy was exhausted, his cock remained inside her sex for a bit before pulling out and humping her gash.  ‘two more holes…’ he remarked to himself.  Then her friend’s three holes and then, if time allowed and his cock was up to it—his sister.
	Then if his Mom got home…

	Andy didn’t mind when he cut his finger open when the paring knife slipped; he didn’t mind when he accidentally jabbed the fishing hook into his thumb; there were the times he had stepped on glass at the beach; ripped the heel of his hand open when he slipped down a rocky embankment at the lake; but the sight of blood coating his cock—gross.
	Breaking a girl’s cherry had some consequences.  He used her own panties to clean up her sex as well as his schlong; then, with his cock still amazingly raging hard (and it hadn’t cum yet) he lifted her legs placing them up along his chest, her ankles at the top of his shoulders.  Then he began poking her equally virgin poop chute.
	He had Carol lay down before she fell down, Kimmie was already laying down and Andy had all kinds of visual aid to stimulate and keep him stimulated.  Deidre was already stimulating him beyond belief with her unique appearance.  He wondered if all coastal girls had that appeal?

	Breaching her tight asshole rim was a bit difficult, his cock was not that hard.  He moved back into her pussy instead and that was good, but he had her friend and his sister to tag, yet.  Deidre continued to make faces, her nipples continued to be erect, perky; and her pussy still delighted his cock.
	A few pumps into her sex and then he was back to try for her asshole.
	When after half a minute of no luck, he let her be and lay on the girl, kissing her, running his hands all over her naked body.  His cock throbbed and the desire to fuck her silly encroached upon him.  The scent of her hair wasn’t bad—he had gotten a whiff of some girls who put on huge amounts of hairspray and it was—awful.  Deidre had sweet smelling hair and it enticed Andy to no end.
	She got a second doinking before Kimmie and Carol got their firsts!

	Kimmie’s cunt was a little more “used” and there was no hymen in tact—but it wasn’t from a good doinking from some cock but rather various “implements” simulating cock.  She was horny, naughty, and actually more willing (very) to get freaky (naked) with some boy—any boy.  She was just as fearful of getting knocked up or some lame ass disease—which was hwhy she was on the Pill and other assorted pills and lubes in hopes of preventing that when the time was right for her to give her self up.
	Andy gave her herself up and doinked the shit out of her.
	And it was a good doinking, too.  Kimmie made faces, both of pleasure and not so—but unlike her friend, DJ, Kimmie “got into it” and fucked back!  This pleased Andy and he humped and humped and then humped some more.
	The act of fucking was intense; caressing the girl’s body intensified the fucking.  He strove to cum but was pretty much cummed out.  But it still felt good just the same.  He humped and humped, strained and strained and at length DID feel some juices flowing.  It was righteous!  His cock was ALL the way IN her, he couldn’t imagine where his cock could go buried so inside the girl’s sex.  He was sure he was pasting the back of her cunt with his love cream.
	His love spurted DEEP inside the unwary girl, her young lithe body a swath of sex sweat.  All over her body went his hands, squeezing her breasts, suckling HARD on her nipples, nipping the hardened delights until his cock demanded a breather (outside the box.)
	When his cock popped out of Kimmie’s cunt, a huge strand of cum spurted, squirting onto Kimmie and then onto his sister.  He moved to his sister, rubbing his insane cock onto her sex and was about to “get some” when…