August Moone
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 56
-Mini stories-
Descents of Depravity

A little frightening experience never hurt anybody
	His heart stopped.  What was that noise?  He blinked his eyes, concentrated, then blurted,
	“Shit!”  Someone at the door.
	He hated interruptions.
	Quickly he threw on his pants, checking the clock he knew his folks wouldn’t be in for awhile and he wasn’t expecting anyone—maybe Carol was.  A little friend?  Hmmm, delicious!
	But at the door it was NOT one of his sister’s little friends.
	It was cops.
	Two of them.
	One man one woman.
	The woman was in police officer uniform while the other was Plain Clothes, a detective.  He gulped and felt embarrassed being clad only in his pants.
	“What up?” panic was ensuing, enveloping him.  He saw EMAD detectors on their lapels and was sure there were others he couldn’t see, plus preventors, too.
	“Are you Andy Donaldson?”
	Andy began to sweat.  This was not good.
	“Uh, yeah.”
	“Sir,” spoke the detective, “your vehicle,” and he nodded to the “vehicle” parked in the drive, “was observed leaving Shakey’s Malt Shoppe on 7th and Beech St. this afternoon.” pause for dramatic effect “Sir,” the detective continued, “were you at Shakey’s Malt Shoppe this afternoon?”
	Andy couldn’t breathe, think, act, or speak.  He stared blankly at the two ARMED men, then shrugged, “Uh, yeah, yeah, me and my sister, my little sister--”
	“Did you pick up any passengers while at Shakey’s Malt Shoppe?”
	Oh shit and double latte shit.

	Not good rabbit.
	Carefully and very-very stealth-like Andy tapped each officer.
	‘P-put your hand—on her butt!’ he directed to the male detective.
	Compliance!
	‘Put your hand on his cock!’
	Compliance!
	Andy sighed.
	Once inside he had to work fast to erase all information in regards to himself and his ride from their portable computer that had replaced notepads common cops USED to carry.  The portable would also erase the info from their car’s computer and thusly throughout the system.  He hoped.
	That took fifteen minutes of time.  Andy hoped-hoped-hoped that the clearing the entry would suffice.  After that he took a quick breather and chastised himself for the lapse of security.  He knew there were possibilities of security cameras he wouldn’t be aware of but yet he still allowed himself to go on anyways.
	With the breather over, and the brief scare, he addressed the woman.
	Red hair, short; good skin tone, just under six foot, thin build; the dark uniform she wore was horrible and gave nothing to elude to her true shape.  He was nervous about the GUN; she was adorned with all manners of suspect subduction—pepper spray, mace, cuffs, tazer, and the latest EMAD detector/preventor.
	‘Take off your utility belt.’ Andy said with a smile, and his smile grew as the woman did exactly as he told her via the mind link.
	‘Hot damn!’
	Down came the black uniform pants; off came the thick heavy uniform shirt leaving her to stand in a thick heavy undershirt and a sports bra with full brief cotton panties (white.)
	Annoyed with the detective he had him turn and remain standing.  Then Andy lowered the woman’s panties himself.  She was married, three kids, 32 yrs. young.
	No Q&A, he simply had the woman naked and laid out on the sofa.  With her legs spread wide he slipped into her sex his sex—after ditching his pants.  The woman had a nice snug cunt despite being a mother of three.  Andy’s bone grew harder and harder.  He began to pump and already felt the joy of humping.  
	And it was a good hump; the woman’s titties perked up, she sweated, groaned, and gave incredible good feelings to Andy’s cock.  He squirted love juice into her in quick time but he continued humping long afterwards.

	Already exhausted from his business with DJ and Kimmie (and the day itself) Andy sat on his knees admiring the red bush of Kay Clannman.  Though his own cum was laden therein (and on), Andy went down on the woman, lapping up his own juices!
	He thought of Mike.
	Mike suddenly filled his mind.
	Sex with Mike.  Anal and oral.  It was phenomenal.  Overwhelming mindblowing—he had had willing sex with an adult male, a church male!  Oral, anal, in the shower, on the bathroom floor—and they had kissed, too!  Andy pulled back from Kay’s cunt licking his own sperm on his lips.  He didn’t know what to think.  Was he gay?  Did it matter?  He thought it was just sex.  Nothing wrong with that, was there?
	His sex drive had suddenly taken a nose dive.  That sucked.  He moved up to suck on the woman’s titties, grinding his dick against her cunt but still his sexual lust was in a state of limbo.  
	Squawk talk on the officers’ radio was distracting, too.  And time.  Time was always a factor.  His cock was hard enough—just barely, to make vaginal entry and so he did.  It wasn’t as good as it was the first go but he managed.  Closing his eyes he thought of his sister strangely, then of her little friends in her classroom.  That had been a hoot!
	Thinking of Grace Ang, the Chinese lovely he had put his cock all over her sweet pre-teen face put Andy’s cock back into furious fuck mode.  He began to pump and pump and pump; then he began to grind and get into the groove of being “in the groove.”
	Kay began to fidget and their combined lovemaking got intense.

	Then it was five o’clock.
	The great grandfather clock in the living room donged out its announcement.  Andy had a headache, his cock was in a class by itself in regards to “ache”, so were his balls.  Covered in sex sweat and cum he wiped himself off using Kay’s panties, then hurried her into her clothes MINUS those panties.  Then he endured a horrible headache and accompanying nosebleed as he dinked with the two law enforcers’ minds.  It was tedious work and more than once did Andy feel ill enough to vomit.
	After twenty minutes he sent the two fine upstanding coppers back to their marked police car and on their way.  Marked car.  Damn.  Andy was sure nosey neighbors would say something to his folks, “say, what were the police doing at your house?”  “I saw the officers go into your house and stay for over an hour?  Everything ok?”
	Crimmeny, if it aint one thing its something else!

	Back to Deidre, Kimmie, and Carol.
	Deirdre and peed herself, so had Carol.
	Not angrily he applied a swift hand to Deidre’s ass.  Oh how he wanted to spank her HARD!  Oh how he wanted to slam his cock into her tight asshole, then drizzle his love cream onto her face!  But time—time, there was no time!  It was after five, he had to get her and her friend home before more problems came about.
	Deidre lived not too far away with Kimmie having her home right behind.  Andy knew the girls would be in trouble for being so late, their parents more than worried due to the trying times of the times.  With a pounding headache, blurred vision, bleeding nose, he accompanied DJ into her home first.  DJs Daddy opened the door and was clearly concerned, worried, and a bit peeved all in one facial expression.  He was also confused “who the hell are you and why are YOU bringing my daughter home?”
	Andy quickly mind tapped the man.  He was successful (sort of) but the process made him very ill.  He moved inside the nice home of DJ and her Dad; and there were two sisterly siblings therein, too!
	The Daddy was a “zombie” and needed fixing, DJ still needed fixing, Kimmie needed a mind fix, then there were DJs sisters, Elaine (fooled ya, huh!?) and Allison.  Elaine was eight years young, Allison was a toddler at three.
	Andy made for the bathroom in the hall, dunked his head and vomited horrifically.  He thought his balls were going to cum up.  Onto the floor he went, just sitting against the bathtub.  It was too much, he realized that—overtaxing his “special” abilities.  He had to learn to cool it.
	Six-fifteen.
	He wasn’t any better, but not any worse.  Maybe that was a sign.j
	Ted had pissed himself, DJs Daddy.  That was bad.  Being a zombie you weren’t in control of your bodily functions and that just sucked.  Little Allison was “wet” too; but she was three and that was typical of three year olds.
	Andy saw plenty of opportunity—he still hadn’t done much with Kimmie; DJ still had a couple of holes to fill; then there were her sisters.  But no time.  Later.  He spent precious agonizing time “fixing” the family; Kimmie’s parents were not at home and she was spending time with DJ.  That was an easy fix, re-wiring the Daddy of DJ was a bitch—settling his anger and worry down took some doing.  
	He ralphed alongside his car as he drove home.  He hoped his mind working worked on the family and held.  He boogied on home finding his Mom home.

	Before leaving he had put Carol on her bed, she had been released but she was in an EMAD like sleep and peed herself.  Andy’s Mom had come home to find her daughter with wet pants AND alone.  Andy was in a little hot water.
	His Mom, though, saw her son a little ill, bloody nose and all.  He reeked of puke and had pissed himself as well.  Her anger subsided greatly, replaced by confusion.  Andy said tried a mind link but it wasn’t there.  With the help of his Mom and embarrassed sibling he was taken to the bathroom.  There he was stripped and helped into the shower/bathtub where both his Mom and sister washed him.
	Hmmm  OH!
	Apparently, his earlier mind dinking with them was working.
	Apparently!

	His Mother’s annoyance with him lessoned, she was still upset with her bedwetting daughter but suspected that she had been playing too hard thru the day and had fallen asleep (alone) and had been to tired/lazy to get up and pee (in the toilet.)
	Though he didn’t feel like it, he calmed his Mom and erased the memory of the incident from Carol.  Then he went to bed.  Mom went on to fix dinner while Andy lay on his bed, naked.  Carol stood somewhat dumbfounded at his bedside.
	‘Get on me.’ he told her via a mindlink.
	Carol did so and Andy sighed.  He had to take some time off, he had to lay off using his “gift(s)” lest he lose them completely, or his mind, and that would just suck, wouldn’t it?

	But “taking time off” was a challenge.  ‘specially when there were so many opportunities about.  He awoke sometime short of midnight with a massive headache.  When awoke there was no going back to sleep—fuck that—just closing his eyes made him ill.
	And he discovered his sister was still with him, curled up naked beside him, asleep.  Hmmm  For a moment, all was well, then he worried—did Dad know?  Well, if Dad DID know, he’d be freaking pissed!  Andy tried to think but with a massive headache, that wasn’t likely to happen.  Slowly he moved—and though he was nude as well as his sweet sibling, he had no interest in boning her.
	He went to the shower and drenched himself—firstly in hot as he could stand it water followed by a cascade of chilling water.  Both did some in returning him to a sense of normalcy.

	Some.
	He downed some aspirin then made for the kitchen.
	He still felt ill but not as bad as he had thru the day.  Overuse he guessed, somehow he had to have the willpower NOT to use his gift, or over use it.  Once a day.
	Once a day he would use his gift IF necessary.
	He didn’t foresee a problem with that decree, ‘cept for Veronica Feddleman, Bonita Yunez, Zena Shaw, Beverly Twitchell, Debra Gore, and every other girl he would meet, encounter, and see.  He sighed and downed some milk then grabbed some dinner left over and pigged out.
	“Feeling better?” his Mom said spooking him.  She had managed to sneak up on him without his knowing.
	Startled he nearly choked.  “Uh-sputter-sputter-yeah, yes, t-this helps.” He offered a meager smile and clenched his cheeks to stave off ripping a butt blast.
	“Dad home?” he asked curiously.
	“No, he’s in Charleston, got that big meeting tomorrow with the regents and then he’ll be home for the weekend.”
	Andy nodded, ‘WHEW!’ and continued to chow down.
	After chowing down he DID feel better, a little nauseous but no longer dizzy.  It was then that he noted his Mom in her thin nightgown.  No panties—no bra.
	No panties!
	No bra!
	Hey!  What gives!?  Hot-hot damn!
	Andy blinked his bewildered eyes, mouth agape, watching as she helped herself to some leftovers.
	‘I got an ungodly hunk of tubesteak for ya!’ he minded to himself.
	And suddenly he was horny…

	Strangely he found that he didn’t have to do much to her mind to get her to do what he wanted.  Light suggestions and directions and she willingly submitted, complied, and did.  At a little before 12:30 in the kitchen with Andy present, Ms. D stripped to her skin apparently willingly.
	Andy couldn’t move or barely conceive a thought as he stared at his nude Mom.  It was more than her being nude, it was more than her being his Mom.  What it was exactly he didn’t know—and it had little to do with sex.
	Laying her across the table, Andy approached from the “rear”; his throbbing dong rolled all over her soft pillowy ass, smacking it now and then, then went up and down her crack—pausing at her hole.

	But into her sex his cock went instead.
	When the “mushroom head” disappeared he gripped her hips and slid his snake all the way into her sex.  It was even better than the first time.  His mind seemed to be in a funk and that was ok, while screwing—while screwing a willing participant, no thoughts were needed.  
	Repeated slammings into his Mom’s cunt got him a magnificent orgasm seven minutes later.  It was a bit of a struggle, he was close to passing out, his ass, hips, thighs, legs, feet, all over were worn out and aching.  His cock had swelled—it was amazing.  A tremendous image came to him—his swelled cock in DJ’s swell cunt!
	Just as he was cumming,
	“What are you doing?”  Carol.
	At the entrance to the kitchen naked Carol stood rubbing her eyes and methodically fingering her pussy.  She didn’t seem upset, though, just sleepy.
	Andy pulled out—squirting fresh hot goo onto his Mom’s nicely fucked cunt, ass, and crack.
	“Come ‘ere.” he told his sib.
	Carol did so—without Andy sending a mindlink to her.
	He stood facing her, his cock dripping, balls surging, lust rising.
	“Suck it.”
	To his surprise she went to her knees and obediently engulfed her brotherly rod and sucked it.  She was a little grossed out by the stickiness, slipperiness and goo spurts into her mouth, but she sucked and that was all that mattered.
	After a minute or so Andy pulled out of his sister’s mouth and humped her face, scrunching his nut sack right up against her sweet face, his balls right in her mouth as he strained his cock trying to ejaculate into her hair.
	But he didn’t ejaculate and when he felt a slight heat rising throughout his system he stopped humping all together.  
	“Hey, lick Mom’s ass, clean up my mess.”
	Carol did show hesitation, but looked to her Mom’s ass coated in slimy cum and applied her tongue cleaning it thoroughly.  Andy was pleased.  “Mom,” he said, “pull your cheeks open so Carol can clean you.”
	And his Mom did.  And then Carol did.  And then Andy did—Carol in the ass as she was on knees tonguing her Mom’s furry cum coated cunt.  Andy rubbed his prick all over Carol’s head, the back of, then moved down her back to her ass.

	It took some pre-fingering and still even that didn’t really help, his cock had the desire but lacked the proper strength to penetrate a tight virgin shit hole.  But he tried!
	And after trying, he settled for spanking—schlepping his weak salami against his sister’s ass with all his might.  And when that didn’t work, he helped her up onto the table, opened her legs, laid her back, and had a cunt-munch midnight snack.
	His cock, though, remained somewhat soft.
	He put his Mom to bed, then his sister.  He himself enjoyed another shower then flopped onto the bed himself.  Casually he wondered about his Dad—what if he were to see Carol roaming about the house naked?  He had a rule in the house—a No Naked rule.  Would he spank Carol, bare assed?  Or would he enjoy seeing her in her skin?  He was a man wasn’t he, he had “needs”…
	Andy couldn’t think of his Dad having sex with Carol; or vice-versa.  He couldn’t see Carol giving her Daddy a BJ; he couldn’t see their Dad fingering her, or sliding his salami stick into her cunt or asshole.  He just couldn’t!
	But maybe!

	Jessica Travers, now there was a girl with a body to die for!  She was seventeen, fresh, long-long blond hair, very popular with everyone, fantastic body, fresh, and fuckable—very-very fuckable.
	So was Cynthia Gonzola, Daniella McMasters, Tori Schelling.
	A few very cute girls in the Freshman class tempted Andy; and girls in the sophomore class; and girls in the junior class; and girls in the senior class.  Virtually every girl all over the campus!  
	Then, there was his sister’s school.
	Then, whatever school DJ and Kimmie went to.
	Then, …well, the possibilities were endless.  Endless.
	Though it was a tough ordeal, Andy shied away from taking advantage of anyone.  He concentrated on his studies, socialized with his homeys, got vigorously involved in some sports play, and so on.  It helped.  He made it thru the entire day.  He wanted only to go home, maybe hump his sister, for definite sure hump his Mom, then go from there.
	When he got home he found a note from his Mom telling him to go to his Uncle’s house and get the paint he got for her.  “It should be in the garage, brand new.”  His Mom had a wild hair (HA! Wild hair, cunt hair!?) to paint the den, which would lead to the living room, family room, hallway, bedrooms, etc.

	The Uncle, her brother, managed a home improvement store and got her some special paint (no charge).  The distance was only to the next block over and up one.  Andy walked.
	Along his way…
	Lots of young’uns out in their yards (under supervision) playing.
	Kids on bikes.  Cops slowly patrolling the streets.  All manners of Possibles but Andy passed them and continued his trek to his Uncle’s.  His cock did ache some, sexually speaking.  The cute little girls in short dresses, skirts, and large open legged shorts were enticing—‘specially when they did tumblings, handstands, summersaults, flips and such revealing and exposing themselves unwarily. (or maybe not so!)
	On Plum St. he made his turn, his Uncle’s place was five houses down in the middle of the street.  As he passed a yellow house (with green trim) Andy took note of something narly going on within.  He couldn’t help himself and had to have a better looksee.
	A Daddy type figure was escorting two young boys down a hall—one being led by the ear while the other was being dragged by his elbow.  The boys were about ten and eleven.  The older youth had sandy brown hair and a lot of it.  The other had trimmed dark hair.
	Into their Dad’s bedroom the boys went slinging the boy he had by the ear up to a double sized parental unity type bed.  “Get ‘em down!” he barked to the boy.  The average sized ten year old undone his brown pants and pushed down.  He did so slowly, cringing, tightening up tightly but not crying.  That came when he heard his Daddy behind him undoing his own pants and removing his belt.
	The older boy stood in some fear and great trepidation.  The Daddy nodded to the boy, Adam, and he bent over his brother, Bobby, holding him.  The Daddy folded the belt, then caressed his young son’s ass, patting it and then pulling the underwear down.  The young boy began to wail, snivel and bawl.  The Daddy, Shane Searcy, let fly the belt striking the young boy’s bare ass with a dramatic smack that even made Andy jump.
	Another smack came quickly following followed by another and then another.  The boy was being disciplined for something about “lying”; hiding some money that wasn’t his but a friend’s who had stolen it from his parents.  After five hard ass blistering smacks the belt was dropped—so was the Dad’s pants. 
	No underwear.  His cock was throbbing rock hard but an average cock.  He stroked it then nodded to the older son; Adam pulled his brother’s butt cheeks open WIDE—the Daddy applied some anal lube to his throbbing cock then gingerly put it to his young son’s dirt chute rim and pushed in.

	Bobby grunted and with each inch of Daddy dong penetrating his asshole his grunts grew louder.  The Daddy dong was finally all the way, taking just a minute to make the full entry.  Then the pumping began.  Adam lay over his brother, holding his cheeks open as wide as possible; he lay his head on his brother’s body not apparently wanting to watch the sodomy act.
	The Daddy pumped and pumped, never pulling out once.  Young Bobby wailed on and on, his arms flailing all about, his cries unheard.  Andy held fast wondering what he should do.
	Suddenly, though, the Daddy pulled out and spanked his son’s ass with his foul dirty and bloodied cock.  Cum squirted from the man’s dick to add to the disgust.  The man caressed his son’s ass; reaching around to tug on the boy’s dick and masturbating him for a bit.
	At length he stood; young Bobby fell away to curl up and whimper on the floor.  The Daddy addressed Adam, “You’re just as guilty as he is, you helped him and you knew what was going on.”
	“Yes, sir.” Adam said dejectedly.
	The Daddy said nothing and Adam undone his pants and pushed them and his underwear down.
	The Daddy stood holding his cock at the base, flopping.
	“Suck it or take it.” 
	Adam blinked his eyes, shook his head, mouth agape.  There was no way—no fucking way—that he was going to suck that dirty dick.  Licking his lips and wishing that the cock wasn’t so dirty or he would have, Adam turned about, bent over, and pulled his own cheeks open.
	The Daddy made anal entry into him but wasn’t so rough.
	Andy moved on.

	At his Uncle’s house Andy found the garage door locked, as usually it was when no one was home.  He went around the side to the side gate—that was locked too.  So he went to the opposite side of the house where he knew he could pass thru easier without a lot of fuss and/or effort.  As he did so he passed by a bedroom.  Inside was his cousin Ralph and his best friend, Henry.  The boys were nude, laying side by side on a bed, masturbating each other.
	OH!

	Ralph and his best pal, Eddy, lay buck naked shoulder to shoulder handling each other’s schlongs.  Their bodies were very tan, all over.  Both had dark hair with Ralph’s a little longer and hanging partly in his face covering his right eye completely.

	The boys had amazingly hard cocks but their masturbation techniques were a little lacking.  They giggled about what they were doing giving their unseen looker the inside info that their venture into homosexuality had just begun.
	‘Suck him.’ 
	Ralph paused in his stroking of his friend, then moved and positioned himself to “suck” his friend’s hard eleven year old cock.
	‘Rub his ass.’
	Eddy didn’t pause and immediately began caressing Ralph’s ass.
	Ralph did a fair job, for his first time.  Cocksucking wasn’t all that unpleasurable and Ralphy-boy devoured the friendly schlong with some gusto.  In turn, Eddy, very happily received the suck and caressed his friend’s ass more and more.
	The boys were soon turned on to 69ing.
	When they were in high progress that was when Andy made his presence known.  The boys were in fear sitting up like fish out of water gulping for air.  Then Andy undone his pants.

	The boys were indeed “experimenting” sexually, the girls they knew wouldn’t cut them any slack—not even a feel job!  So the boys took it upon themselves to “feel” each other.  Andy took it upon himself to feel them, too.
	With their young impressionable young minds, their naiveness, and willingness to engage in immoral practices, Andy easily enjoyed himself with the two; in their mouths first, then all over their bodies.  The intensity of their illicit/immoral unionship cumulated to the end where Andy humped their tight virgin assholes.  In so doing, he taught them how to do so to each other.  Then it was shower time.

	With the boys fresh on his mind, DJ and Kimmie in his thoughts, Mike and his family, every girl he knew, saw, and wanted to know, the trek home was a hard one with still young children romping about revealing themselves.
	When he got home there was a message on the answering machine.  It was from Mike, there was a problem at the church—electrical/sound and they needed Andy’s tech help.  Andy planned on screwing his Mom and sister for the evening but dropped the paint off in the garage and made way to the church.

*

	The boys were still on his mind—still on his dick!  He was glad that he didn’t have to make much ado with their minds—they were already pretty much willing to participate requiring minimal input from Andy.  Both boys did butt banditry on each other before Andy took his turn; cock fighting was a game the boys seemed to like along with just simply rubbing their hard schlongs against the other’s body—all over.
	Ralph had never cum before, Eddy had when he was ten but it scared him and he didn’t bring himself to orgasm again; not until he got it on with Ralph (and Andy) and then he wanted to cum every second!
	Tasting spunk, though, neither boy was too much into.  They didn’t mind so much sucking cock, but tasting spunk was gross.  So was butt hole licking.  Andy put it to them, though, to ENJOY butt hole licking AND swallowing spunk.
	Other than that, the boys were willing to be secretly naughty with one another and keep it to themselves.  Andy was pleased and proceeded to the church.

	Probe “A” into Receiver “A”; mic set “1” to Receiver “1”; System One Power “ON”; Piano mic to Receiver “B”; mic set “2” to …
	Someone had pulled the plugs and probes while cleaning and no one of the staff knew where they were to go back to and the choir was practicing.  Andy to the rescue!  In less than five minutes he had the stages sound back in proper working order.
	After receiving his accolades he and butt buddy Mike McShane wandered outside.  Their church sat on a lot of property, three parking lots, two parks plus a sports park/field.  The church itself had the main building (aka Sancturary) with the ability to hold up to 1,500 peoples.  Offices fore and aft with inside offices for counseling, introduction, and other.  Outside were two two-story buildings for the various classes with a large open area where there were trees, benches around the trees, and so on.  One of the two story buildings housed the gathering spot for church dinners and other functions, the kitchen, and youth offices.
	Andy and Mike meandered to the kitchen that was not in use at the time, then out into the large room that was carpeted and suited for youth games (basketball/indoor soccer/volley ball) then to the youth offices.  Mike had a key, he was a youth leader.  Imagine!

	Inside the private office the two hugged one another, mouths pressing together with passion exceeding all limits.  Their clothes began to tangle and slightly become moist.  No problem, they removed their clothes and began earnestly fondling the other’s cock—just like Ralph and Eddy!
	Andy was first to go “go down”; he took his adult friend’s cock and attempted to suck the life out of it.  It took a little time, Mike meanwhile reeled on the balls of his feet, his cock surged (but didn’t cum) but did grow stronger, harder, and more pleasurably.  Andy sucked and sucked, fondled his friend’s balls, rubbed his friend’s ass, and got off on doing so.
	With nothing “coming” from Mike’s prong and something coming from Andy, Andy stood, smacking his lips and grinning sheepishly.  Mike went down on him, sucking him and consequently draining him.  The blowjob was intense and mindblowing as well.  Mike though professed not to be a pro did a fine job.
	After delivering his love cream into Mike’s mouth, Andy’s cock popped out and was plastered against the man’s face.  It was action sort of on its own as well as intentional.  Mike, too, helped.  Face fucking was another pleasure Andy was beginning to enjoy.
	The face-fucking lasted momentarily, their passion was still high and Andy simply “turned around.”  Already his ass had been buggered, and just recently, too!  He lay across a conference desk, spread his cheeks, and dutifully received his adult friend’s cock.
	Mike firstly rubbed his adult cock all over Andy’s ass, up and down the crack, probing the hole, kissing the hairy teenage balls, then began making proper entry.  Mike’s cock was much bigger than Ralph and Eddy’s cock and the passion the two had been enjoying had caused Mike’s cock to be even bigger than ever!
	But Andy endured, spread his legs wider and well reamed.
	Mike didn’t go all the way in and began a hearty pumping with just half his engorged member in the boy’s dark recess.  Hands on Andy’s hips, Mike began a power hump that soon was a full hump as Andy’s rectum got stretched out and relinquished being so tight.
	All the way Mike finally did go and he strove his damnedest to “get off.”

	And he did—five minutes later.
	Andy felt the man’s surging cock inside his ass and the powerful blast that came with it.  Mike took holt of young Andy’s hips and drove like a steam train’s piston into the smoking tunnel until all steam was gone.

	Steam rolled out of Andy’s well fucked asshole, though.  His mind was in overload, his asshole exploding with incredible mixed feelings of anguish, pain, and pleasure.  Not much on the latter but would let it be.  He hoped that repeated such humpings would make the process easier.  He hoped.
	Their lust leveled severely diminished the two stole nakedly across the hall to the bathroom.  No shower but there was a sink.  There WERE showers, open bay showers in the gym’s locker room.  But neither Mike or Andy thought that would be a good place to be seen naked together—‘specially with smoke smoldering out of Andy’s asshole!
	After rinsing themselves off, the horndogs dressed and slipped outside via a side door that opened to the open area between the buildings.  Right across, the Rev. Hume Building (Building #2) Andy and Mike set sights on Patti Hohonson and family.  Patti, too, was in charge of youths of the church, there were so many that multi teachers were needed.  Patti had three of her own with her, they had been at the youth choir rehearsals.  She had opened a door to a classroom she specifically taught youths in.  Mike’s eyes were on her, on her butt.  Andy’s eyes were on her family.
	Mike looked to Andy, Andy looked to Mike.  They smiled and Mike nodded.

	Patricia Hohonson, age in the late 30s, had a great ass.  Often she was in a dress or skirt—that was during official church business.  On non-church business she was in pants.  Tight pants.  No camel-toe pants but tight enough just the same.  Mike had longed for her, secretly.
	Kellie Ann Hohonson, age ten, flat chest mostly, long-long blond hair, straight posture, usually in a dress or skirt but wore non-tight fitting pants of various styles.  Like her Mother, she had a defined nice ass Andy was intrigued by.
	Kathy Marie was the older sister at age sixteen, but looked thirteen (thirteen with BIG titties!)  They were gargantuan but they were a bit more than the average girl of sixteen.  Like her sibling, she had blond hair but just to her shoulders.  She slouched more than she should, but those big knockers probably had some “weight” to them pulling her forward.  She also didn’t wear tight pants but “cargo” jeans and other assorted jeans that only gave a slight insight as to the loveliness of her ass.

	Present also was the only brother, Kevin.  He was thirteen.  He was sheepish and a little shy; he had friends but mostly kept to himself.  Andy figured the boy a virgin and probably more than once seen his sisters naked—and probably more than once jerked off to their images.  He doubted there was any hanky and or panky going on amongst them. 
	Both Andy and Mike ached and though they had just enjoyed a hellacious sex bout with each other they made their way across open area and made themselves a bother…

	Not surprisingly, the Hohonson family (the kiddies) had engaged in some hanky and panky.  Some.  There was no penetration, but thirteen year old Kevin definitely wanted to.  He had a pair of his sisters panties as well as a pair of his Mom’s that he secretly jacked off using.  The hanky and panky was nothing more than Touchy-Feely, Showing themselves, and Kevin showing Kellie how he masturbated.
	Kathy was not—NOT a virgin.  She wasn’t a slut, either, though.  She didn’t take it in the ass and only gave head “a few times.”  (she didn’t swallow.)  There were three boys who had dwelled in Kathy’s cunt, all three used condoms.  With all three boys she had engaged sex with three times.  Her first boy had come when she was at Summer Camp when she was nigh but thirteen years young.  The boy was from her City and once the camping experience was done they met again to screw at his house, then once in her own backyard.
	She got her second boy a year later, once in her backyard, the garage, and at the beach.  She got nailed at the beach by boy number three the same day—he was eighteen at the time.
	There were no sexual tendencies towards her siblings, or to young boys (or girls.)  No sexual tendencies to girls period.  She did, though, have a girlfriend who had tendencies to the family dog.  Kathy had watched and was curious.  She was!
	Kellie Ann was an avid fingerbanger, to herself as well as to her brother.  The two more closer in age had seen one another naked many-many times.  She knew her brother wanted to stick his thingy into her, but she was afraid.  She didn’t know why, but she was.
	If given the opportunity, yea, Kevin would doink-boink his sister, or sisters.  He wanted to sink his bone into any hole available and willing.  He had no tendencies towards little girls or boys.
	Patty.  Single Mom, average needs and requests.  She had a dildo, a candle dildo she used to please herself when the needful urge arose within in.  No tendencies towards her children or anyone elses.

	She DID, however, have a sexual romp with a best friend—but that was years and years ago when she was in college.  When she had been married she had been loyal to one dick, the hubby’s.  The hubby had not been loyal and dipped his wick into other poon other than his wife.  She found out and his dip wicking dick was gone.
	(dip wicking dick?)
	The Hohonson family was moved around a partition, Andy discovered a security cam and disabled it quickly.  No other security cameras were present.  The classroom was more WIDE than anything else.  Lots of partitions for students to have privacy during study times.
	Andy directed the family to a good spot about in the middle of the class; Mike was giddy and almost to the point of drooling as he feasted over Patti and her family.  His cock near busted out of his slacks as he saw Patty undressing.  Andy was already at work and he himself was undressing.
	Mike followed suit.

	For personal thrills, Andy had Patti strip off her clothes s-l-o-w-l-y.
	Daughters Kellie and Kathy followed suit, but (for personal thrills) Andy had them take their clothes to their knees.  Their tops and accompanying bras were ditched as per the norm, but Andy (and yea, Mike) enjoyed seeing a girl with her pants/panties at her knees.
	Cum was already dripping from Mike’s dick, Andy gave his cock a stroke then directed it to Patti’s cunt.  She had been laid out on a large conference table after undressing; no foreplay—he had wanted to get his tongue into her womanly cunny first but his cock demanded first dibs.
	Mike watched, stroked, then feasted his attention on Kathy and Kellie.
	As Andy slid into position and proceeded with the mighty humping of Patti, Mike went firstly to Kathy, but it was Kellie he hoisted up onto a small round table, pulled her clothes off (rendering her totally nude) then though he deeply just wanted to stick his dick into her fuck her brains out, he stuck his tongue and fingers into her instead.
	Andy watched but mostly was enthused with the screwing of Patti.  She was not a “dynamo” but not a “loosey goosey”, either.  He got pleasure from boinking her—most of which he figured was due to the pure illicitness of the act.
	Behind him Mike was attempting to deflower Kellie.  If he didn’t care for the girl, didn’t know her like he did—he would have made the attempt without hesitation.  But he did know her and did care.  So his attempt was feeble and he merely humped the ten year old’s cunt—but did so with gusto!

	But Mike was determined and his desire to have his cock dwelling in Kellie Ann’s cunt reigned supreme.  Andy paused in his shagging of the girl’s Mother, took a quick breather then directed Kellie’s brother, Kevin, to “get some.”  
	Kevin’s cock was “smaller” and would do as much damage as would Mike’s adult cock.  Then, after Kevin got his, Mike should be able to get his.  In any event, Mike WAS going to get into the girl.  Andy returned to finishing off Patti.  The whole event only sealed for Andy the thought they everyone was a potential.  No one—no one was safe.  EMADs WERE a bane on society; boys, girls of all ages, teens of all sexes, and good looking hot young women.  No one was safe.
	Kevin partially aware but not slipped his thirteen year old prick into his sister’s ten year old cunt—just like he had wanted since he became aware that that was where his cock needed to be.  Mike (and Andy) had gotten just as hard and sexually aroused watching the boy strip to his skin.  Kevin professed to having no sexual desires to boink his Mom, but he had a school teacher, Ms. Marttle, he’d like to boink.  Other than that he was a typical boy who had typical notions of having sex with every girl he saw.
	Kellie made faces and twisted her young body as her brother pegged her.  She, like him, was “aware” but not aware.  Hard to explain.  She, and he, were aware that they were boinking and doinking and they knew of each other doing said boinking and doinking.  They were NOT aware that the B&D was taking place in their Mother’s presence OR at the church.
	Busting Kellie’s hymen was not a big deal—well, it was, but in the sense that once broken, that was it.  It was a quick destruction and Kellie only gave a mild yelp.  There was little blood, too.  Kevin drove his peter into her hole and got busy with the humping.  Mike rubbed his hand on the boy’s ass and Andy--lost himself in Patti’s sex.

	A great surge of liquefied love drenched Patti’s cunt interior.  Andy melted.  Patti’s nipples grinded against his chest as he lay on her, his cock surging and surging, his lust depleting.
	Mike’s lust, though, was in high tempo.  Kevin had fucked his sister paving the way for Mike’s adult sized cock.  She was still too young, too small for adequate fucking despite being freshly fucked by a smaller cock.  She required more doinking and or boinking before a proper fuck from an adult.

	Mike didn’t care that much.  Using her own panties he cleaned her off then began the steady process of penetrating her.  He still cared, though, so there was no dramatic insertion—he did manage the head and a bit of shaft, though.  Undaunted, he began kissing on the girl’s timid breasts, fingering her pussy with earnest intentions, then had Kevin come fuck her again.
	Kevin had no problem with that.
	He also didn’t mind being fondled while fucking his sister.
	(but of course, his mind was not totally his own, either.)
	Andy was done and done with Patti Hohonson.  He felt good and hoped it was a good sign.  There was exhaustion to contend with but that was manageable.  It was clear to him, though, that Mike wanted to fuck (Kellie.)  But was it Kellie specifically or just the age of the girl?  There was Kathy at sixteen right beside them but Mike’s attention was to Kellie at ten years young he was trying to penetrate fully.
	After Kevin’s second fucking of his sister, Mike made attempt number two.  His cock was even harder than before and he made even a stronger attempt—managing a little more of shaft.  He began to hump and make deeper entry into the ten year old’s sex.  Andy noted the same if not more so sexual lust as when he did same to his own girls, Trisha, Amy, Hanna, and Corrina.  If he did anything to his son, Nathan, Andy didn’t know.  Trisha was twelve and there was a lot of hanky-panky going on between them.  In the mouth and up the ass to Amy; she was ten and Mike didn’t want to breech her just yet.  He DID rub his cock all over her pussy area, not too mention all over her body!  Hanna was eight and Corinna was six.  In Andy’s presence Mike rubbed himself all over them, too; licked and spanked, fingered, and humped against them rather than IN them.  Mostly it was oral with those two.
	Andy noted that they would have to like when they were camping the previous week and find some bitches of young age and do them proper.  Andy realized how horrible that thought was—pure sexual gratification.
	Oh well…

	Mike spent the whole time in the classroom fucking Kellie.  Andy took his shagging schlong to Kathy and enjoyed a nice fuck with her.  Meanwhile, Andy had Kevin fuck his Mom.  seemed the thing to do.  Kathy was a good fuck—nice tight cunt, soft breasts with perky nipples.  The girl had a good body over all, a fantastic face, and perfectly proportioned.
	Andy took his time “gettin’ some” from the sixteen year old, it felt good and he was even turned on moreso by watching Mike fucking Kellie and Kevin fucking his Mom!

	Though he didn’t get in all the way, Mike was pleased and gave the young Hohonson a good cum wash.  Mike got audible as his cock exploded liquid love and began a serious power fucking of the young girl’s cunt managing to make near complete full vaginal entry.
	Kevin had given his all and lay on his Mom exhausted, his prick slowly softening, slipping out of the cunt that had bore him thirteen years earlier; a river of cum drizzling out his Mom’s pussy.
	There wasn’t much cum from Andy’s cock, it had given its all and then some.  It still felt good just the same.  He was beginning to feel ill, a little dizzy.  Mike had finished with Kellie and had turned her over, patting/spanking her ass, admiring it, then dropping to his knees to kiss the flesh.  After parting the cheeks he began a bout of licking the girl’s crack and diddling his tongue to her poop chute.  Andy lay beside Kathy and dosed.

	After dosing, there was mind dinking.  The family Hohonson was to become a more loving family than they already were.  Kevin was to “get some” from his sisters and Mom.  The girls (and Mom) were to service him on practically a daily basis, mostly orally.  But the girls (and Mom) would willingly spread their legs and cheeks for to accept lovingly his cock.
	Afterwards, Mike and Andy made themselves scarce leaving the Hohonson family to deal with their new feelings.  Mike had collected their panties, and Kevin’s underwear, depositing the soiled garments in the trash can for the janitor to find and be amused with later on.  Mike was still horny, though; despite the severe screwing he had done unto Kellie.  And despite the severe screwing he had done unto Kellie, he did manage to give a hump to Kathy and Patti.  He hadn’t the energy to take Kevin and doink him, though.
	The kitchen was closed, so was most of the church; the choir had concluded and virtually no one was about the grounds but security and the clean-up crew.  Mike suggested that they go get something to eat/drink.  Andy was for that.
	At a fast food eatery with seating outside the two chowed down on burgers and sodas, relaxing and recovering.  Of course there were Subjects aplenty to gawk and lust after, plenty.  Teens, young teens; mixed teens.  Not one, not two, but THREE security guards were on patrol at the establishment, along with four count ‘em four security cams (that could be seen).  Andy detected four others that were not commonly seen by the public eye.

	After their sodas were polished off, the two went their separate ways and home.  Mike went straight home and banged his wife—with the children present to egg the lovemaking on (he later reported so to Andy).  Afterwards, while four year old Nathan got his weenie sucked on by his Mom, Mike humped his twelve year old daughter, Trisha—in the same bed!  The family McShane had come about to Mike’s wills (and Andy’s.)
	Andy made for home.

	His Dad was home and that was ok.  Andy tried for the normalcy thing, ditching the EMAD-like abilities he had and conversing with his Dad, playing some pool and pushing back all the shit he had been doing lately; but of course, when Carol wandered in clad in her skimpy pajamas all that rushed to his mind and he got a very tremendous hard-on.  Very tremendous.
	Carol had on actually a shortie nightshirt, powder blue with a fuzzy bear face emblazoned on the front.  No bottoms, just panties.  (well, she was SUPPOSED to wear panties, but she really wasn’t.)  Andy took note, as did dear ole Daddy when Carol bent over to pick up a ball Andy had shot off the pool table.  In her doing so she revealed her left bear ass cheek.  Andy darted his attention to his custom cuestick, but noted his Dad’s stare.
	Hmmm
	Was Daddy a possible pervert, an incestuous pervert?  Andy had never thought him to be; he was stern, somewhat strict, opposing, and put up with no bullshit from anyone or anybody.  But he did laugh now and then; he listened to his children’s whining, bitching, complaining, or concerns of matter.  He was a good provider, worked hard; he came to Andy’s games and to Carol’s music recitals.  He was a good man.
	And he was a man.
	A man.
	A horny man?
	Carol hugged her Daddy; they had a loving relationship—just how loving remained to be seen.  Andy distracted them with sinking a ball into a corner pocket then missing the next one—on purpose.  “Your shot, Dad.”
	Carol hopped up onto a barstool that was against the wall, the “POOL ROOM” contained the pool table, a mini wet bar, and tons of pictures of pool players, newspapers about pool players and newspapers about major headlines throughout history.
	Andy and Daddy finished their game, Andy slipped out making for bed; but using stealth he saw his Dad holding Carol, her legs wrapped about his waist—his hands supporting her butt (her BARE butt!)
	Oh!

	Nothing more, though, played out.  The girl giggled, kissed her Daddy in a typical non-sexual manner, then slid down her Daddy’s body—her nightshirt being pulled up to reveal her very nude body in the process.  It looked as if though the Daddy were about to blow his load right then and there as he watched his daughter scurry out the door.	
	But he didn’t.  He made himself a drink—and then another—and then another.  The Mom was coming along and Andy made himself scarce.  In his room he peeled to the skin with big desires to “get Carol.”  There, too, were those naughty desires to “get Mom.”
	Laying out on his bed—sex with Mike filled his mind.  Sex with Patti had been one thing and a good thing.  He had enjoyed it.  Sex with Kathy and Kellie had been joyous.  Watching the girls’ brother bone their Mother and then each other had been wondrous.
	But sex romp with Mike superseded all that and filled Andy’s mind increasing his lust.  Sucking Mike’s cock, fucking Mike’s asshole, sucking his balls, masturbating him, watching his sperm shoot out of his dick and directly onto his (Andy’s) face, and taking Mike’s adult cock into his own asshole.
	Willingly.  (he hoped!)
	Did it mean that he WAS gay?  Andy didn’t see it that way.  He lusted for girls, of all ages.  He had no real lust for boys—or at least he didn’t think so.  It was sex, just sex.
	Dad.  Did he want to have willingly sex romps with his Dad like he did with Mike?  Awesome!  What a concept!  What a thought!  Sure he had seen his Dad nude a few times, they had peed together in the woods while camping, but nothing more.  How would his Dad’s cock compare to Mike’s?
	The whole concept sort of creeped Andy out and he soon faded to sleep—dreaming of screwing Patti, her girls, Mike’s girls, Mike, his Mom, and his sister.  When he awoke a couple of hours later he had a case of the horniess that wouldn’t quit!  His cock was as rock hard as ever!  And with no amount of jerking pleasing it, there was only one recourse…
	‘Hello Carol, how ya doin’; I gotta cock, ready for spewin’.  Spread your legs, now, so I can see; that wondrous place that you go pee.  I’m a horny, older brudda; you’re my slutty, little sista!  Wont you let me, get inside you?  Or maybe I’ll just have ta hug and kiss ya!’
	Hugging and kissing wasn’t on his mind, though.  Carol was sound to sleep, still clad in her nightshirt.  He learned from earlier that she was going to go spend the night (at a different friend’s house) and he casually wondered how she would “dress” for the occasion?
	Anyways, she was asleep.  Andy stood buck naked at her bedside, masturbating.  ‘Carol.’ he minded to her.  ‘Carol!’ he mind more sternly.
	Carol stretched, farted, but didn’t wake up.
	No matter, he didn’t know where exactly he would take her once he had her awake—the backyard, patio, kitchen table…  Smiling, shrugging, not caring, he climbed onto his sister’s bed and onto his sister.  His cock went raging right for her sex.  ‘Open your legs.’ He told her mind.  She didn’t do so and was DEEP asleep.  No matter, Andy opened them for her and commenced with a generous fucking of her.
	It would have been a lot better if she had been awake.  He gave her a good doinking with a very liberal amount of his personal love.  Then he lay on her sucking on her titties.  She was a pretty girl, and soon there would be boys vying for her snatch.  Andy wondered about that—jealousy?  Would he be jealous of his sister “gettin’ some” from someone else?  Hmmm
	
---break---

	This is what happens when drunk billboard sign painters go to work:
	Smoke Coca-Cola cigarettes
 	Chew Rigley’s spearmint beer
 	Kenel-ration dogfood makes your complexion clear
 	Symonize your baby with a Hershey’s candy bar
 	Texaco’s the beauty cream that’s used by all the stars.

 	So, take your next vacation in a brand new Frigidaire
 	Learn to play the piano in Grandma’s underwear
 	Doctors say that babys should smoke `til they are 3
 	And people over 65 should bathe in Lipton tea.

*

	The next day, Friday—last day of school (for that week) found horndog Andy going thru the day w/o using his special gifts once—not even!  He had thoughts, naturally, but he somehow managed to stave off using his gifts to engage in any sort of sexual activity.  It came naturally.
	Heather Langtree was the girl, she was something of a girlfriend; Andy had many girls who fit the category but he wasn’t particularly serious with any of them (just for sex purposes only.)

	Anyways, at lunch the girl had his attention; talking, shoulder to shoulder sitting, leg rubbing against his.  Andy wasn’t a dope, he took the hint—and took the girl out behind the school to another special location where they commenced to half an hour of delicious sex.  Foreplay was good—lots of kissing, fondling, squeezing, and grinding.  Heather loved—LOVED having her coochie licked and sucked on; she kept her beaver trimmed and Andy liked it that way.
	After school they went to the Malt Shoppe, held hands and socialized like teens do.  Andy then took her home.  No one was at her home and so they made for her room.  More hugging, kissing, fondling and repeat.  The girl was horny—and that was a good thing.  Andy was horny, too.  But his cock still needed a break, a vacation, a laying off of doinking.  But it couldn’t be helped and on her knees did Heather go gleefully servicing his cock, taking it all and drinking his sticky love potion.
	Thereafter, she laid herself out on her bed, nude, and pleased Andy with her nudeness.  A lovely girl she was, half a head shorter than he, skinny but not too badly, fuckable, tight ass, trim bush, perky titties.  All qualities Andy enjoyed on a girl and he delighted on “going down” on her and dwelling thereupon her trimmed bush for several minutes—managing to bring the girl to something of an orgasm!  Awesome!
	Then, while she was in the throws of that awesome orgasm, Andy slid his prick into her to drive her to the brink of orgasm and then beyond.  It was amazing!  His cock swelled inside her teen poon and he felt cum squirting straightaway.  
	With Heather he just melted.  It was good lovemaking and less determination to get off.  It wasn’t love, though—he didn’t love any girl, not yet.  He loved his sister and Mom, but that was different.  The girls he knew and had sex with—it wasn’t out of love, just sex.
	Their passion escalated, though, to new heights and that was ok, too.  They rolled on the bed and even off!  Rolling off the bed Heather wound up on top of Andy—and that was ok, too.  Heather straddled her teen hunk and the teen hunk was glad for once in quite some time that he didn’t have to use his “other” equipment.
	Heather’s ass was nice; Andy clamped his hands on the tush and drove his prick DEEP into the girl’s sex.  She sat up at an angle from him pleasing him with her sweet face and dangling orbs.  For seventeen, she had some nice knockers, round and enticing.

	Andy felt his cock firing off round after round into the girl’s pussy, it was a good fuck.  Heather clenched her cunt about his shaft as the final squirts squirted.  Then she herself moved herself up and down his shaft continuing to tantalize him.
	Just how many orgasms Heather got Andy didn’t know—didn’t care.  He was almost to the point of dozing off when he heard a door—a front door.  Coming alive he put his hi-tech elements to use discovering Heather’s Mom had come home.  Heather was a little frightened; Andy dealt with her, easing her mind and putting her fears to rest.
	The Mom he saw turn into the kitchen, she called out for Heather but it was Andy who answered the call.  Nakedly, with cock dripping, he slipped down the hall and paused at the end/opening.  The woman was sorting some groceries and none the wiser…

	He thought surely his cock would detach itself—there were no words yet in the English language that Andy knew of to describe his actions with Heather’s Mom—suffice it to say she had some “Snappin’ Pussy!”  Andy wished his cock was more—less fucked out to enjoy the “Snappin’ Pussy!”  He did alright, though.  Barbara Higgins lay out on her dinning table, buck naked, receiving gloriously her daughter’s boyfriend’s cock.  
	And he gave her a generous portion of his love—one big squirt and it was a done deal.  While his cock simmered down he took the time to suckle on her breasts and pump the life out of his cock.
	He knew Mike would love to sink his bone into the woman—Andy knew that he could make that happen. He continued suckling and pumping, from his cock it felt like he was peeing in her—and he was.  A nice long hearty piss that equally drained him.
	When done, he had clean up to do and didn’t feel like doing it.
	He didn’t clean Barbara up, just put her clothes back on and let her be.  Heather wasn’t cleaned up, either, she was spanked and Andy wished he had time (and cock strength) to doink her asshole.  Using some house spray he sanitized the air then made himself scarce.

	He vowed to be more diligent about laying off fucking—and using his EMAD-like gift.  But with Heather it had been different—it had been SHE who had come onto HIM!  And with her Mom coming in on them well, he had to waylay her—he had to.

	At home he found his Dad’s car in the drive, but not his Mom’s.  He didn’t know if his Mom’s car was in the garage or not so he parked at the curb.  Usually Andy preferred parking his car in the drive; there were some peculiar birds in the elm alongside the curb who saw his car as a particular target; and some kids on bikes used his car as a target for spitting at, too.
	The kitchen light was off, just the fish tank light on in the living room.  But it was too early for bedtime; he figured his Dad was his study working; Carol was probably in her room either fingering herself, reading, on the phone, or possibly in bed asleep.
	Nope!
	As Andy grabbed a soda his acute electronic hearing picked up a conversation.  Two voices, his Dad’s and sister’s.  Slowly he crept to where the voices were coming from—his Dad’s den.  Inside his Dad was at his desk, Carol stood haphazardly at the side; nervous, shifting her weight, ansy.
	The conversation was “asexual.”  Er, it was the subject, Carol’s biology subject—“Asexual Reproduction.”  And she had come to her dear ole Daddy for explanation and help.  
	Dear ole Daddy, a former Marine, Minister, truck driver, warehouse man, and school teacher stammered as he explained “Asexual reproduction is a form of reproduction which does not involve fertilization.  Asexual reproduction only takes one parent.”  That was it in a nutshell, “Asexuall reproduction is the primary form of reproduction for single-celled organisms such as bacteria; many plants and fungi reproduce mostly asexually as well.”
	Carol stared at him blankly, it was helpful (somewhat). 
	Dear ole Daddy, though, seemed to be just as ansy as his daughter.
	Maybe he had an itch, one of those pesky embarrassing anal itches, or testicle sack itch that required serious fingering.  Or something else? 
	Carol maintained her stance, shifting her weight, glancing at her paper and posing more questions about “sex” and asex” and reproduction.  All of which her Daddy knew about but was embarrassed to discuss with his twelve year old.  It was a subject best posed for the Mommy, but she was out of the house at the time and Carol needed the information NOW! 
	It was then Carol noticed as well as the slinking Andy, dear ole Daddy had a hard-on!  David Donaldson was in sweats, he had been working out physcially before coming to his den to do some mental workout in concerns with his job as an archetict.  
 	The conversation between father and daughter was hit and miss—hitting on the subject of “asexual”, “reproduction”, “life-cycle” “procreation”, and “sex.”

	The “miss” was the long pause between the afore mentioned adjetives and plurals.  The long pauses were Carol’s eyes focused (feasting) on her Daddy’s obvious erection poking up his navy blue sweat pants.  Why the Daddy had such a tremendous hard-on Andy didn’t know—had he been thinking of sex, with his wife?  With Carol?  Someone he worked with?  Or other?
	Andy waited for something to happen.
	He didn’t have to wait long.
	Daddy David leaned back in his chair, daughter Carol leaned forward.
	Daddy David slowly-very s-l-o-w-l-y pushed down the top of his sweat pants to reveal his naked Daddy dong.  No undies.  His cock stood proudly with a bit of pre-cum soaking the head.  Carol’s mouth hung open wide—wide enough to SUCK the aforementioned pre-cum soaked head.
	Slowly-every so s-l-o-w-l-y did Daddy David grip his daddy dong and give it a squeeze, then pull down.  Carol wasn’t breathing—she was trembling.  Slowly-every so s-l-o-w-l-y Carol did move, just a bit closer to her exposing himself Daddy.
	Daddy David put his free hand onto his daughter’s butt, patting, making small circles, then merely resting.  Andy wondered casually if his Dad would like to have himself an EMAD?  Andy had seen the gals he had worked with thru the years, especially at the office when he had been an assistant minister.
	“Do you want to touch it?” Daddy David asked of Carol.
	Carol gulped for air, blinked her pretty eyes, then shrugged saying, “I dunno, I guess so.”
	“Y-you don’t have to, and you shouldn’t, we—I-I could get into trouble.” No shit.
	“I know.” Carol said.  She mulled it over by the twisting of her mouth, then stretched her hand out and did so infacto “grip her Daddy’s dick.”   
	Carol wrapped her fingers about the magnificent prong, then stroked it, the pressed her thumb to the mess soaking the head of the cock.  The Daddy looked as if he were about to explode.
	‘Kiss it, Carol.  Kiss Daddy’s cock.’ Andy sent the message but wasn’t sure if she herself acted on her own or accepted her brother’s signal.  The girl timidly “bent down” and did so infacto press her preteen lips to her Daddy’s glistening orb.
	Daddy David looked as if he were melting.
	‘Suck it, Carol, suck the head.’

	Carol did.  Her tongue lolled about her Daddy’s dick crown, diddling into the piss slit then encircling around and around until her Daddy was near to explode in another way.
	‘Go down the shaft.’
	Carol began her descent taking all of her Daddy average pecker into her sweet twelve year old mouth.  She began to suck and Daddy began to readdress his daughter’s ass.
	‘Undo your pants, Carol.’
	Not missing a suck motion, Carol undone her white jeans and pushed them over her butt.  Her Daddy melted again, closed his eyes and while receiving a tenacious blowjob slipped his daughter’s panties down exposing her ass.
	Daddy David let out a moan and began to hump into his daughter’s mouth.  Daddy David lolled—inasmuch as his precious daughter lolled her tongue about his cock.  With eyes fluttering, heart fluttering, Daddy David caressed his daughter’s ass wit more reverence, squeezing the cheeks and “getting into the crack!”  He did!
	Carol began to make slurping sounds as doggedly she sucked and sucked the life out of her Daddy’s dong.  She spread her legs (on her own) and Daddy took a gawk to her ass, craning his neck to see her goodie.  More sounds came—from the both of them and Andy himself didn’t know how much longer he could hold out himself.
	At length, though, Carol finished—she hadn’t brought her dear Daddy to orgasm but she was worn out.  Her Daddy was pleased just the same.
	“D-did you like it, honey?” he asked of her somewhat nervously.
	Carol didn’t answer but grinned—and seemed not abashed about standing in the presence of her Daddy with her pants and panties at her knees.
	Daddy David’s eyes dropped down from her sweet face to her nakedness.  He groaned, sweated more, and had that hungry look in his eyes.  Hungry for little girl pussy.  Andy had seen it, in Mike and others he had met, including himself.
	All over Carol’s bared ass did her Daddy make circles with his hand; meanwhile, Carol slowly-very s-l-o-w-l-y pulled off her two piece top (no bra.)  Her Daddy gawked at her bared breasts, small things but a mouthful just the same.

	Then she stepped out of her pants and panties and was stark nude.
	Daddy David pushed his sweat pants down, opened his legs, then went into a blinking mode lasting several seconds—in which time Carol had come to not SIT on his lap (like she usually did) but STRADDLE his lap like she usually not.  Her Daddy’s cock then resided right up against her sex.
	‘Grind yourself against him.’ 
	Carol hugged her Daddy and moved her hips up just so.
	Daddy David moved his cock to where the glistening orb was “just kissing” the girl’s sex.  Carol’s poon was just as soaked as her Daddy’s cock.
	‘Slid down on it, Carol.’
	Carol, not a virgin—thanks to big brother Andy, slid her sex down onto her Daddy’s shaft—all the way.  It took time, when just the head had gone in, she raised up and it flopped about.  Daddy David took his member rubbing it all over her ass, poking her hole before positioning back to her willing cunt.  It was up to her to “take it.”
	And she did.
	A little at a time.
	Once the head was all the way in and an inch, she pulled up again and it flopped out again.  Daddy David rubbed it all over her ass again then positioned it back to her entrance.  Carol slid down more; and when another inch was in—she pulled up and again there was the rubbing and repositioning.
	When finally four inches of Daddy shaft was IN the girl’s poon, there was no repeat process and Daddy David pushed his daughter’s body down onto his cock.  Enough with the foreplay!
	Carol let out a yelp, clenched, held her breath, then after a brief pause began to ride—up and down—up and down.  Daddy’s dick was a little more pronounced than that of her brother’s but she had been well broken in so the fucking from her Daddy’s stick was a bit easier on her.
	Daddy David clutched his daughter’s ass and solely concentrated on “gettin’ some.”  He humped with pure delight and with only the sole determination of achieving orgasm.  And he did—three minutes and twenty-five seconds later.  Carol had achieved her twice during that time!
	Their naughty bodies meshed, Carol’s body a swath of sex sweat; her Daddy suffering in his sweat shirt finally pulled it off and was just in his skin, too.  Their bodies melded and soon there was the mixed flow of their illicit unionship.

	The orgasm from Daddy David lasted almost as long as achieving it.  He pumped, moaned, groaned, and pumped again.  His cock squirted gobs of fresh man juice into his daughter’s unprotected cunt.  No time to worry about that now—time was only for the fucking—nothing else mattered.
	Andy could tell his Daddy thoroughly enjoyed what he had done.  There would be a backlash of thoughts later, reflection and self chastising, but later—later.  Now was only to enjoy the sweet release of his love. 
	After his cock finally DID soften, Carol pulled up and let the gusher load of his load spill out of her.  “Y-you better go wash up.” he told her. 
	“You come with!” Carol said in a childish manner.
	‘Oh, what the hell!’ Andy could see the statement on his Dad’s face, ‘I’ve already crossed the line by doinking you, what would it matter if we showered together, too!?’
	Ye, what would it matter!?

*
Cuties
	Young’uns.  There was just something about young’uns.  They were cute, boys and girls—cute-cute-cute.  So fresh, sweet, and innocent.  Andy Donaldson did manage to manage his EMAD-like gift, he found that he could simply “turn off” the EMAD-like mind amplification and have a normal life. 	Sort of.
	With bitches, ‘hos, and cuties all around it was damn difficult.  Teen girls, junior high girls, and a couple of cuties from his sister’s class (well, more than a couple.)  But somehow he curbed himself and lasted three days.  He did, of course, continue his antics with his sister and Mother, that was a given.  
	It was learned that secretly, Carol and her Daddy were screwing on a regular basis.  She was sucking him on almost a daily basis, then stealing away special time either in his den or going downtown to his office.  Carol was getting into the deed and so was her Daddy.  Andy wondered about broaching the subject with his Dad, doing a combo on Carol and then merging his Mom in on the deal and see how that would go.
	And if all that went, what about involving Mike and his family?
	And Patti and her family?
	Would Andy’s Daddy want to screw Mike’s family?  Probably for sure Mike’s wife, Lisa; but what about Trisha, Amy, Hanna, and Corinna?  Trisha was Carol’s age (twelve); Amy was ten and probably too young.  Hanna at eight and Corinna at six were most definitely too young.
	Not too young for Andy and Mike, though.

	But as it happened; Carol was going out for soccer and needed a physical clearance from a certified doctor.  She sprung the news on her parents when the time was short and she needed the doctor’s clearance like yesterday.  So getting an appointment on short notice was very difficult.  And the only one available was in the afternoon, minutes after Carol’s regularly scheduled class session.
	Perfect.
	Andy held off venturing the bathrooms where some interesting subjects ventured in and instead made direct tracks to his sister’s class.  Forty-five minutes.  There were forty-five minutes left in the class.  Plenty of time.  Andy had an excuse to exit his school and he high tailed it right quick to his sister’s school—with a raging hard-on leading the way.
	His heart beat near out of his chest as he got to the classroom.  The door was open and he used his electronic eye to check the class.  The teacher, Ms. Hamot, was once more in a Summer dress.  He wondered if she had any new tattoos?
	The kids (students) were in the midst of writing book reports.  Andy held fast a moment, checked the security, then send aloft his desire to Ms. Hamot, then widespread to the fifteen students in her class.
	Though his interest was keen on Ms. Hamot, he went firstly to Grace Ang, the Chinese import—this after shutting the door, pasting a piece of paper on the outside “SHHHH!  TESTING IN PROGRESS!”
	No one moved.  No scribbling, no fidgeting in their seats, no farting.
	Grace Ang, twelve, wore a two-piece outfit top, yellow top with a blue secondary top, short sleeve.  She was damn cute.  Damn cute.  Her dark hair was thick and gently coiffed her face; good clean skin and she smelled of roses!
	She also wore a short yellow skirt of which Andy wasted no time in pulling down—followed by her white bikini panties.  He was greeted by her nice hairless pussy—there were a few hairs but the twelve year old didn’t have a “crop” like his sister did.
	The desire to fuck her was great.
	And there were several other girls of whom his desire to shag pestered him to no end.  Not too mention the desire to bang the shit out of their teacher.  Up against Grace he laid his pipe and humped, grinding his cock against her innocent slit, raising himself up some and poking her cunt.
	But busting her cherry would cause problems.  When she was “released” back into her own mind—she would freak when she discovered her cunt had been violated.
	He needed a more secure locale…

	Along with Grace Ang, there was Marsha Dang, Cynthia Bustamuntia, Debra Lang, Emily Travers, Francine (Franny) Hobstank and a few others.  All delectable, delicious, fuckable.  Andy unloaded a massive load of fresh hot teen spunk onto Grace’s cunt—somehow he had held off boffing the girl right there on the classroom floor—somehow.  But deep inside him—the desire to do so festered.
	His energy level hadn’t depleted after ejaculating onto the China doll, he went to Jennifer Zimmer.  She was eleven, no titties whatsoever, but very nice looking, cock appealing just the same.  She wore some nice jeans and Andy tugged them down.  He was greeted with typical white panties with little blue flowers all over them.  He tugged them down, too.  A nice virgin cunt greeted him and his lust level rose significantly.
	Tanya Hardgrove sat right behind Jennifer, she was clad in a nice short skirt—Andy opened her legs and peered at her nice tight snug fitting panties.  He was about to pull them down when a knock came to the door.
	‘SHIT!’ Andy bitched, ‘Cant you fuckin’ read!?’
	Quickly and I mean quickly Andy scurried into his clothes, that was first and foremost; and easily did he get the girls back to order then made for the door himself.  On the other side was a nosey non-reading security guard in the company of the vice-principal.  Unbeknownst to Andy, the school had a school policy about having closed doors during class session.  It was a new policy just enacted recently after a slurry of EMAD attacks on neighboring schools.
	Really, then what, prey tell, were they going to do during the Winter Session?  Hmmmm
	Andy zapped the two and eased their minds about the closed door.  In doing so he got ill.  Very ill.  He nearly barfed!  It was too much, too taxing on his EMAD-like abilities to waylay Ms. Hamot and her class and then anyone else.  He had limits.
	After sending the two nosey ones away he still was not himself.  He stepped outside for air and returned Ms. Hamot to herself and released her class.  And made for the end of the open hall—see, the classes of the school where not in typical one huge structure but mini structures where some of the classes were set side to side—or back to back depending on your viewpoint.  Ok, take a large structure, like say a warehouse, chop it up into bite sized pieces like in the shape of mobile homes or trailers.  Sandwich two at a time the trailers—these are the school’s classes.  About six classes per side so that each “side” opens up to a common sidewalk and a play area.
	Got it pictured?  Good!

	Now, to the ends of those classes, one “end” opened to a larger play area, small soccer/volley ball field, small running track, exercise area, tetherball, and so on.  The other end was to the cafeteria, restrooms, and administration offices.
	Andy made quick haste to the closest bushes and unleashed a torrent of stomach spew.  There was so much of it!  A few times during the hurling he thought he would pass out.  Great waves of heaving heat rushed over him and the world about him swirled.  He slumped against the stucco wall of the building and felt a possible need to poo.
	Seeing a garden spigot that was operable he doused his head and cleaned out his mouth.  That helped and helped a lot.  Fifteen was the limit, less was probably better.  He waited a few minutes before moseying back to his sister’s classroom which had five minutes left in their session.

	“You ok?”
	A valid question.  It had been some twenty-minutes since he had hurled on the juniper bushes and he still felt the effects of being a little seasick.  He nodded to his sister’s question and zipped along to her doctor’s appointment.  Once inside—he copped a seat at the far end of the waiting room, got as comfy as possible with his feet up on a table, sighed, farted, and went to sleep.  His sibling waited beside him twenty minutes before being called.

	Fifteen minutes.  Fifteen minutes of sleep was all he got before a massive interruption assaulted him—young’uns.  Unruly young’uns came bustling about racing all around and being somewhat destructive along with being disruptive.  Andy got up and went outside, then took a walk around the building.  
	Security cams were just about everywhere but Andy noted where they were and continued walking.  He made his way to the rear situated parking lot and made for the shade on the side.  A grassy area was there and there he was out of the prying eyes of the security cams.
	And he waited.
	And waited.
	And then waited some more.  His “illness” faded more and more while he waited; he knew the mark, the limit of his abilities.  Fifteen.  No more.  He knew that he was at the limit as when he had the fifteen student PLUS their teacher, transmitting to the likes of Grace and Jennifer to “take your clothes off” didn’t work.
	A little girl he saw exiting the back door entrance of the physicians complex.  He watched her, she seemed—upset.  Miffed?  Disgruntled?  She wasn’t particular pissed off, just put off.  Long red hair, freckles, a blue polka dotted dress covering her knees, kinda skinny, kinda cute.
	The Target somewhat stomped her way with folded arms between some cars—and nearly stepped out in front of a water bottle delivery truck; then came close to getting creamed by an inattentive elderly driver pulling his super long Caddy out of a space.
	‘Go across the lot.’
	The Subject picked her nose, then scratched at her butt and finally looked Left and Right and made way across the small back lot to the shaded grassy area.	While she did, the security cams along the backside of the physician’s plaza were rendered inoperative.  
	“Beth” Mathis sat on her butt, arms back, leaning back, legs open, revealing her nice blue panties.  Andy’s cock surged to life ‘FUCK HER!  FUCK HER NOW!’
	Across the lot to the building there was a store room where a delivery driver was stocking.  Andy watched him and just as he was finishing up and before he closed the door—Andy zapped him.
	Beth followed new instructions and got up and made way around the delivery truck and passed the stunned delivery driver and into the store room.  Andy followed one minute later, closing the door and locking it—having the keys from the driver.  Inside was cool from a couple of air vents to keep the goods within cool.  No windows and just the one door.  
	Andy got on his knees before the little girl, licked his lips and began roaming his hands all over her delicious young body.  His attention was concentrated at her butt, though; and soon he was pulling her dress off.
	Delicious!  Simply fucking delicious!
	Beth was a mere nine years young.  No breasts, mere lumps.  Freckles adorned her sweet face and arms.  She was cute as a bug (well, I dunno, I’ve seen a lot of bugs and not one of them were “cute!”)  Down slowly came her panties revealing her untouched cunt.
	Nice!  Hairless and pristine.
	Andy laid her out on her clothes, opened her legs and dived in.  There was a slight hint of “pee” and that only enticed him.  He licked and lapped to his delight—and he DID delight in it.  Nipping the sides of her cunt, the top and bottom and then all over before flicking his tongue into the crevice.  He didn’t ask her no questions—any brothers, ever been fingered by anyone, finger youself, see someone masturbating, see her Daddy naked, etc.  He just licked, lapped, and munched cunt.

	…until that crucial time came when it was time.
	Ditching any possible feelings for the girl and the deed that was to proceed, Andy mounted her small naked body, parted her legs, then began rubbing the head of his cock up and down her crevice.  Beth lay still, mindless, naked.  Mike for sure would love to be there…
	There was a yelp from the girl as penetration occurred.  When resistance was met Andy simply gave a mighty shove and broke the membrane separating her from Virgin to Non-Virgin.  Sliding his dick all the way into took a little more tact.  She was small, never been fucked or even fingered and his teen cock was a very foreign object.  
	But his teen cock was very determined, too.
	Caring not for the girl’s pains and discomfort he stabbed himself into her sex and commenced to fucking.  There was no full penetration but what he had in her would do.  He began to pump and though his mind-lock on the girl’s mind was true, she still was in distress.  Andy put his hand over her mouth and “went to town.”

	Beth’s cunt just was not “big enough” to fully take all of the pumping stick pumping into her sex.  More than once did it pop out, but that was okay, Andy humped on her cunt then returned it into her sex and continued.
	There was a new sensation in his diabolical deed; he couldn’t particular pin it down but it was new he was certain of that.  Doing what he was doing to young Beth was different than what he did to the girls at his school, the girls from the Malt Shoppe, and his own family.  There was some same semblance when he had been doing the naughty with Grace Ang and Jennifer…
	Closing his eyes he humped, drove his cock into Beth repeatedly until the final moment finally came and came with gusto!  Doing so was about the same as it was when cumming off in his sister and Mom.  He was almost all the way into the little girl beneath him, almost.  He was sure he could probably get all the way into her asshole…

	But time.  There was no time.  His sibling on the otherside of the complex would be looking for him and possibly arouse the security guards and then there would be questions and on and on.  Not good.  He gave little Beth a final hump, filled her once virgin cunt with his love cream, then used paper towels and sanitary supplies to thoroughly cleanse her—as well as himself.  

	The girl’s pussy would be sore—very sore.  That couldn’t be helped and barely could he do anything to her mind to keep her from freaking out about it.  Very muchly did he want to push her legs back and stab her asshole!
	But he didn’t.  He licked her pussy (once it was clean) then licked her asshole.  Then, he massaged her young fucked cunt noting the time on his watch.  Into her mouth he drove his tongue, hugged her greatly and desired her ass even more greater.
	Time though, persisted and he let her be.  

*

	“We’re going on a field trip.” 
	“Say what?”
	“Field trip, our class is going on a field trip.  Do you think Mom and Dad will let me go?”
	“Where you going?”
	“To a farm in Glenwood.”
	Andy shrugged, he didn’t know but didn’t think their folks would mind; if the rest of the class was going, security provided, etc.
	The “farm” was outside of Glenwood, which was outside of their City.  Located up in the lush green hills the farm had horses, cows, goats, and everything else.  It was a real genuine working farm that most city dwellers knew little about.  
	“Just your class, huh?”
	“I think so.”
	Perfect.  Andy smiled and formulated a plan.
	After getting home, showering, he called Mike.
	“How’d you like to go on a field trip?”

	Early AM Saturday morning the certified school van pulled out of the school parking lot carrying Ms. Hamot’s homeroom class.  Grace Ang, Marsha Dang, Cynthia Bustamuntia, Debra Lang, Emily Travers, Francine Hobstank, Jennifer Zimmer, Tanya Hardgrove, Stephanie Sharp.  Lovely girls, lovely.  Two were eleven (Cynthia and Jennifer) while the others were all twelve.
	Greg Harth, Adam Blogg, Brad Quniton, Teddy Caseman and Harry Adams were also onboard; Bobby and Brad the eleven year olds in their group.  Ms. Hamot was thirty-three and wore dynamite tight jeans.  Her body was absolutely terrific!  Her waist area was “small”, short, something.

	Inasmuch as their was lust for the young’uns, Mike and Andy had high lust for Ms. Geri Hamot.  She was OH so fucakble (and Andy had already been in her) but would like to be IN her again, to take her without a time constraint pressing on him.
	With Andy’s little sis, too, that made eighteen.  Eighteen.  A little over the limit for Andy’s mind warping abilities.  But in the few days before the Field Trip, Andy worked on that little pesky problem.  He was, after all, an electronic wizard.
	
	Using various testing apparatus, and an oscillator, Andy determined that he had indeed upgraded his implants and thusly his EMAD-like abilities.  He worried, though, about “after-effects”, side-effects, and whatever else in the use of said EMAD-like abilities.  
	As the time drew near he formulated a plan of how to waylay the bus.  He discussed it with Mike; before, during, and after they had made love in his house.  Was there a difference between Love and Passion?  Was there more to what Andy and Mike were doing?  Was it just simply horny?  Being horny, wanting to be horny with the one you love or wanted to be horny with?
	And where did Lust fall into the catergory?
	Andy didn’t know—didn’t care!  Mike’s wife was out of the house, the kids were off here and there and over there; so Mike and Andy had the house to themselves and that was just fine.  Andy wasn’t in the house five minutes and he was nude.
	On the bed he shared wit his wife, Mike laid out with a tremendous hard-on.  Andy slid his mouth down onto the staff and deep throated him, fondling his balls and increasing his tempo for lustful lustfulness.  Mike gripped the bedding and power thrusted into his teen lover’s mouth.
	Andy couldn’t describe what he was feeling as he downed Mike’s adequate cock suffice it to say that it was lust—pure lust.  He didn’t LOVE Mike, just his cock!  And after a couple of minutes or so he pulled the engorged member out of his mouth and slapped it to his face.  Then he moved up Mike’s sweating, heaving body, and guided the slicked up engorged member into his ass.
	Mike’s eyes fluttered as his teen lover slid himself down onto his erection.  His hands held the boy’s hips and diligently he guided himself into the teen’s asshole.  Both groaned as the penetration occurred; Mike uttering his groan as a pleasing sign of utter satisfaction—Andy groaning as it was like shitting a tremendous turd—but in reverse!

	The fucking soon commenced and Andy took Mike’s cock with reverence.  He bounced up and down, keep the shaft/head in his ass, clenching his hole and trying to please his adult lover as much as he could.
	Mike was pleased; at times during their session his eyes fluttered and closed tightly concentrating on the sex act; then his eyes opened and concentrated on his teen lover’s handsome face and naked body riding him.
	When at last the explosive moment came—and came—and came, Andy took it all and took it deeply.  Mike power fucked Andy’s hole, straining his cock DEEP into Andy’s shitter expelling gobs and gobs of hot man jiz.  It caused them both to flutter their eyes, contort their bodies, and then fall into arms and legs akimbo as before their lust ebbed they got their second wind and began a serious bout of illicit loving.
	Kissing.  Lots and lots of passionate tongue lashing within the other’s mouth.  Their cocks pounded to each other, too, trying to fuck as if the other had a dick trench like a bitch or nappy ‘ho.  This led to Andy having his explosive moment come asunder.  Before he blew off, though, Mike went down on him and soon straddled Andy, settling his wares upon the teen’s face.
	Andy took the offering, sucking on the very musty ball sack as well as devouring the shaft (that had just been up his ass!)  As he sucked and sucked (and sucked) he came and came (and came.)  Great glorious gobs of his teen spunk spewed into Mike mouth.  Awesome!
	Andy couldn’t concentrate as wave after wave of his love cream squirted into his adult friend’s mouth.  There seemed to be so much of it.  He could feel the sensation of his cream jutting thru his prick and out the piss slit—it was amazing!  And Mike sucked it all down, too.
	And Mike wasn’t done, as Andy melted and lay in a wallow of sex sweat, Mike pulled the teen’s legs back so as to get the “angle” desired and then proceeded to lick Andy’s turd chute!  Mike’s own juices were in Andy’s chute, on the rim, and then everywhere else.  Madly did he drive his tongue into the rim and Andy felt a fart coming…

*

	Marsha Dang loaded up into the school van wearing a bib-overall outfit.  She was cute and damn cute.  Cynthia Bustamuntia wore short jean pants revealing panty lines.  It was wondered curiously if she were a virgin?
	Ten girls—including Andy’s sis, Carol.
	Six boys.
	Ms. Hamot and the driver of the van, Bink Jegory rounded out the load.  Binky was a lanky white boy; tall, geeky looking, dorky looking, and a possible pervert.  He was 25 yrs young and always had eyes on the girls—using the various mirrors to check on the girls who sat up front unwarily opening their legs to reveal their panty clad crotches…
	After the last students was loaded up the van pulled out of the school parking lot.  A typical SUV pulled out following—not too close, but came up to a stop light and the SUV came up closer just because.  The van was one of those extra large vans; extra long, a little wider, and with the extra headroom, too.  When it was possible, the non-descript SUV pulled up along side and stayed there until the school van moved out of the City and onto the two-lane road making for the Glenwoody destination.
	“You ok?” the driver of the SUV asked.
	Andy blinked his eyes, “Yeah, I-I guess so.” He had a headache and felt a little nauseous.  He didn’t know why but it could be in relation to enabling his funny magic coupled with slinking in the SUV’s passenger side trying to be nonchalant while he got a fix on the driver.
	“Did it work?” Mike asked.
	“We’ll find out at the turn-off.”

	The “turn-off” came five miles down the road.  The main road went straight thru uneven landscape dotted with oil pumping units and a few scattered acres of grazing land with associated cattle.  Not much on trees or such but lots of hills with wildflowers.  
	There was a river, dry most of the time; crossing the river’s bridge (which was a mere fifty feet) the road split.  Proceeding straight went to Glenwoody in 40 miles, turning to the right went to a winding road that went up into the rolling hills and eventually came the long way around to the same destination.
	The van only went a little ways on the new route when it stopped.
	“Damn.” blurted Andy.  Mike pulled his SUV to large turn-out of the road area just passed the bridge, somewhat secluding it by the dense population of trees and bushes.
	“Whattya think is going on?” Mike asked.
	“Well, Binky I think I have, but I don’t think I got Ms. Hamot, she’s the one throwing the monkey wrench and bitching to him that he’s going the wrong way.”
	“So what’ll we do?”
	“We need a distraction.”

	The scent of “oil” was everywhere, the sound of the pumping units, the mustiness of the area itself, all were a distraction to Andy as he picked his way thru the entanglement of river side nature.  He nearly fell twice, and once would have sent him plummeting ten feet down the embankment to the dry river below.
	Mike had pulled his SUV up in front of the school van at an angle and then nonchalantly made his way to the driver’s door.  Andy could see Ms. Hamot in her tight jeans being a little agitated.  
	‘Settle down.’ 
	Ms. Hamot, though, seemed more agitated, frustrated—that she couldn’t get BJ to comprehend the fact that he had made a mistake in turning onto the river road.
	Andy was too far away and figured the van was a problem, too.
	The driver got out of the van, Ms. Hamot did likewise from the passenger side.  BJ opened the short hood of the van as the man who had come to see what was what indicated that there was fluid leaking from the engine area.
	‘Settle down!’
	Finally!  Success!  Compliance!
	Ms. Hamot stopped fidgeting and being nervous.  Whew!
	Standing in front of the van assumingly peering into the van’s engine compartment, Ms. Hamot undone her jeans as per instructed, and pushed them down.  Mike smiled, nodded his head and gave his unseen companion the “thumbs up!” sign.
	Andy still had to maintain concealment until a later time, though.  But he transmitted new information to Binky and Ms. Hamot and sent them on their way—to their new destination.

One by one
	“You ok?”
	A valid question.  Andy wasn’t sure.  He felt alright, slight headache, a little tummy distress—but that could be due to being a passenger in a SUV zipping along a winding mountainous road.  He didn’t like being a passenger zipping along a winding mountainous road.  It made him sick!
	Finally, though, the sign DRUBERRY FARM came to be.  It was an old green sign with faded writing tacked to a great oak ‘long side the backcountry road.  The turn-off went to hard packed dirt half a mile in; great oaks lined both sides of the road along with great vast open meadows that at one time had been a part of the Druberry Farm now long since abandoned.

	The elementary bus made for the farm and came to a stop at the abandoned farm home.  Mike halted his SUV, pulling off the road and hiding it as well as he could in amongst the trees and shrubbery.  Andy slinked into the rough making himself scarce while Mike waited at his truck.
	Ms. Hamot was out of the bus first, followed by BJ.
	The kids hadn’t been “affected” yet—yet.
	‘Tell the kids to come out.’
	It was not too cool where they were, but tolerable.  The farm was old buildings abandoned a number of years and well weathered.  Andy lay in some weeds, junebugs he hated buzzed about; a couple of birds made some noise, but there were no other signs of life.
	Harry Adams was the first student out of the bus.  Binky threw open the bus’ engine hood and stood there while the various other passengers of his bus filed out, one by one.
	One by one.
	One by one the passengers of Binky’s bus were “zapped.”
	One by one they were briefly “tested” to ensure that they were indeed--zapped.  One by one—they were.  Sixteen students, including Andy’s sister.  Ms Geri Hamot and bus driver, Bink Jegory.
	“You doing ok?” Mike asked coming up to his naughty friend’s side.
	Andy nodded, there was a pesky ringing in his hi-tech ear implant, but his eye implant was good.  No dizziness or queasiness, “Yeah, I’m good.”
	Mike was pleased to hear that, he smiled and then looked over the group.  It was inconceivable what they had done—and what they were going to do.  He licked his lips in anticipation—so many of them, which one to chose first?
	Andy firstly wanted a security check and made for the closest structure, the barn.  It was still sound, amazingly; the wide doors were on the ground, though.  There were a few stalls within, a loft, and lots of old hay.  Probably not very sanitary, but it was secure.
	“I think this would be good.” Andy said, to bring the students in one by one, or two, and do what was intended.  Mike agreed.  They went to the group, Andy put Binky to “sleep.”  The driver sat down against the bus’ front bumper and “went to sleep.”  Ms. Hamot was sat down and put into a “sleep” mode, too.
	Andy took Grace Ang by the hand and led her into the barn.
	Mike took Marsha Dang.

	In the stall marked “Ma sy” there was strewn old hay on the floor with an old hay bale.  Andy undone Grace’s jeans and lowered them, he didn’t want to tempt the Fates too much by peering into her mind, asking questions, or anything like that.  He wanted to save mind probing for later when he would have to “fix” her and the others in regards to the soreness of their sex.
	Pink panties the girl wore, little dainty flowers on them, too.  Andy took his time although his cock was bursting.  He wanted to see how his friend in the adjoining stall was doing but his cock told him to “get her naked!” first.
	So he did.  
	Off came Grace’s top followed by an undershirt and then her AA bra.  For twelve, Grace was a good looking dish, Chinese take-out Andy mused.  She was a sweet looking girl, round face, flat face, small teeth, beautiful features with small palm sized breasts.
	Down came her panties and Andy pressed his mouth over her right breast while copping a feel of her naked ass.  Then he was in her mouth, squeezing her bare ass that only increased his lust.  His implant ear heard the telltale sounds of someone “getting.’ some”  Buddy Mike was humping his girl already.
	Andy kissed and loved on Grace another moment before gently laying her down in the old hay and pulling off her pants and panties rendering her totally nude.
	‘Nice,’ he said to himself, ‘real nice.’  Down onto the girl’s muffin he went, there were scant few hairs on her cunt, her virgin cunt—Andy could count them!  There was nothing from the girl, she lay perfectly still in a semi “sleep” mode herself.  All the while Andy dwelled in her cunt, licking, sucking, and delving into her virgin sex until such time as his cock was screaming for release.
	It was time to get naked.

	The desire was to have it last—the orgasm in Grace Ang’s cunt.  Andy humped and stove off humping like a rabbit but then the surge that was orgasmic suddenly was upon him; Grace’s nipples perked up, she arched her back and her cunt delighted his cock most graciously.
	It had taken a couple of minutes before Andy was actually ALL the way into the twelve year old virgin, but then he was and he was well on his way to a fantastic fuck.  He pumped slowly at first, pulling out and humping the girl’s entrance, her crevice, then diving back in to complete the experience.  Grace was mildly aware—due to the intense pain of having her cunt breeched mostly.  

 	But Andy still had control of her mind and he hoped the same for Mike.  He had told Mike that if whoever he screwed showed signs of coming aware more than she should, alert him.  He didn’t, though, so Andy didn’t worry.
	The orgasm came hard and quick.  A single jut of liquid love and it was basically over.  His cock, though, remained in the girl’s poon, pulsing as the owner’s lust ebbed.
	“Holy fucking shit!” Andy blurted.  He had wanted his time with Grace to be a long one, more than a “few minutes”.  He kissed on her some more, tweaked her nipples and humped while his orgasm faded more and more.
	Meanwhile, in the adjacent, stall, Mike had done his thing with twelve year old Marsha; and afterwards, turned her over, positioned her over a bale of old hay, then loved on her ass.  Holding her legs open he firstly admired her bare ass, then her hole and associative cunt crack he had just fucked.
	Then he began smacking her lily white ass with his cock that unlike his young friend was still dramatically hard.  Marsha’s mind was locked and “not aware” of the abuse.  Which was kind of a psychological dilemma for Mike (and Andy.)  Part of having illicit/illegal/immoral sex with a Subject was for the “control.”  When the Victim was “willing” or had their mind locked out for proper responsiveness then it was sort of a let down for the whole purpose of the intended altercation.
	When Andy came to see how his friend was doing, he was peeing on Marsha’s ass.  Andy stepped up beside him, “Good, huh?” he asked.
	Mike smiled and drained his lizard onto the girl’s ass.

	Cynthia Bustamuntia was eleven, part Mexican, part something else.  She barely had any titties at all, but she had a wondrous smile, incredible eyes, and a very nice tight butt.  Andy got her naked in quick fashion, pulling her panties down SLOWLY, though.  No hair on her cunt whatsoever.  And there was the hint that she wasn’t a virgin, too.  Andy sucked on her “nipples” where there was just the hint of breast mound beginning.  Her skin was warm, soft, and there was a slight wondrous scent that was perfumy-like.
	‘Who have you had sex with?’ he had to ask, he had to!
	“Lupe.” she said on soft lips.  
	‘Who’s “Lupe”?’
	‘My brother.’
	Ah.

	Despite her brother Lupe, who was fourteen, getting’ some from her, Cynthia’s cunt was still cock pleasing tight.  Cynthia and her brother had only gotten together a couple of times.  Mostly he did her in the butt.
	Did her in the butt!?!?!
	She was fearful of getting pregnant.
	Did she suck?
	No, she KISSED the head of his dick but there was “stuff” coating the head where he peed from and she didn’t follow thru.  Andy had her follow thru, he stood and with Cynthia on her knees he guided into her sweet mouth his throbbing hard-on.
	The stalls were shoulder high giving Andy the opportunity to see his friend butt humping Debra Lang as she was positioned over the hay bale.  He was really into the deed and smacked her hips as he drove his manhood into her; it wasn’t clear to Andy as to what specific hole he was pumping—not that it mattered.
	Did he want to do the same to Amy, Hanna, Corinna?  His own children?  What had he done so far that he hadn’t shared with Andy?  Sex with his twelve year old was an on-going thing, and sex with his wife was better.  But Amy was ten, Hanna was eight, and Corinna was a mere happy six year old.  What was he doing with them?  Andy had “fixed” their minds so as they would nonchalantly-like run amok the house naked when no one but the family was present.  Mike and his wife would do likewise.  Mike had stated that he WAS getting head from his ten year old, Amy, but hadn’t mentioned anything about the others.
	And there was, also, four year old Nathan—nothing mentioned about him, either.

	Though there was a mind-lock on Cynthia, the girl made some noise and her young body reacted as Andy’s cock filled her cunt.  She grunted and made noise as Andy’s powerful cunt buster busted her pussy deeply.  Then she began to utter “oh-oh-oh” as the pumping started.
	On the other side of the stall Andy heard smacking-spanking sounds and Debra Lang grunting in haughting breaths as she herself was hammered.  Control.  It was about control, not 100 percent, but to have a Subject/Victim was not just for the sex, but for the control—control not so much over the act of committing a sex act of some kind but to have absolute control of that person.
	Sweet release.  His eyes fluttered and he felt almost enchanted.  Then it was like having an out-of-body experience as he literally felt himself floating after the release of his semen into Cynthia’s pussy.

	He sighed as the release was a lasting one, unlike his release with Grace.  Unlike his release with Grace, Andy melted and dwelled several minutes after the initial explosion.  He kissed on the girl, squeezed her almost breasts, and maintained an erection inside her sex.
	Mike had “finished” with Debra and went to fetch another girl.

	Emily Travers was a virgin.  She was a redheaded girl, tall, skinny, freckles and not too much different then “Beth” from the physician’s plaza.  She had breasts, though, “A” size.  She had breasts, a bra, a green top with a big daisy emblazoned on the front, short cargo pants (britches) and no panties.
	No panties.
	Kinky girl.
	Andy had a ton of questions to ask her—specifically, where’s your panties?  Why don’t you have panties on?  Laying her out on the floor of his stall he opened her legs and got after the tonguing of her soft cunt, finding a slight crop of pubes and the distinct taste of pee.
	She had pissed in her panties earlier at school and had ditched them; she had gone around a part of the school building just after her Dad had dropped her off—she was the first to arrive at 7:30 and no one else was there.  The bathrooms were all closed and she had peed while in transit (from her home to the school.)  She had overslept and her in a hurry Dad had hustled her, rushed her to get dressed and get to school leaving her no time to even wash her face, brush teeth, or pee.
	So, around one of the buildings she pulled her pants and panties off, then deposited her soaked panties in a garbage can then stood near naked airing herself out.  There was a soaking to her pants but with her shirt being a size too big she easily concealed the fact that she had had an “accident.”
	She was fingering herself occasionally, only recently discovering the joys of doing so.  She lived with her single father, her mother was “gone to Heaven.”  He had come in on her recently catching her “in the act” of getting off.
	‘Did he get mad?’ Andy probed.
	‘No, he stared and shut the door.’
	‘Did he ever—has he ever “touched” you where he shouldn’t?’	
	‘No.’
	‘Have you seen his—have you seen him naked, his pee-pee?’
	‘No.’
	‘Do you go around the house in your underwear, or naked?’
	‘Sometimes in my underwear.’

	‘And your Daddy doesn’t mind?’
	‘I guess not.’
	‘Do you go topless?’
	‘Yes.’
	Damn!
	‘Uhm, WOULD you let your Daddy—touch you where your underwear cover?’
	Long pause, no immediate answer.  Then something like a “shrug” in her mind rather than her shoulders.  
	‘Ok, would you like to see your Daddy’s pee-pee?’
	She blinked her eyes and seemed to be “thinking.”
	‘I guess so.’
	Oh!
	‘And—would you TOUCH it if he let you, if he wanted you to?’
	‘I guess.’
	Hmm, this had possibilities.
	He added Emily to his list of “call-backs” and “checkups” and continued on his progress of fucking her brains out.
	Meanwhile, Mike had Francine Hobstank going in his stall.
	
	Jennifer Zimmer.  Andy sighed deeply with Jennifer—inasmuch as he wanted Grace Ang, Jennifer Zimmer was another who graciously pleased his cock’s heart and soul.  She was a lovely girl with nice supple titties, palm sized.  She was a cutie, a real cutie—‘specially naked.
	She was a virgin, Andy didn’t probe her mind, he felt himself taxed with what he had done with Emily so he let the Q&A with Jennifer go.  She was pristine and he figured she was not a nasty or even a naughty girl.  She was tall, slenderly built, and smelled good.  
	Jennifer was his “fourth” girl and he was tiring out.  Not so much physically but his cock.  His cock still yearned for more-more-more, but the production line had diminished significantly till at last there was only the “act of” squirting without actually squirting.
	And there was barely enough strength to breech the girl’s protective hymen.  But dire determination took care of that.  Mostly Andy just loved on the girl, that was just as pleasing as was pumping her.  His hands went all over her, squeezing here and there and just gliding.

	In the adjacent stall, Tanya Hardgrove was getting spanked.  And when the spanking got intense, Tanya became somewhat more “aware”.  Mike temporarily halted his actions but his desire to admonish the girl was great within him.  Andy had to get a grip on himself before messing with the girl’s mind to block her from knowing she was being tortured.
	Afterwards he returned to Jennifer and knew that Mike wanted a girl that he COULD torture, to spank and rape and reveal his “control” over her.  None of the girls in Ms. Hamot’s class fit that bill, they would have to seek out someone else in random.
	Meanwhile…

	Though each girl was different in body style, hair, height, and so on, they were “different”, too.  They all had good bodies, perfect wondrous asses, and the same similar poons.  All were fuckable and all WERE fucked.  Some with a little more degree to the fuck than others, too.  It was an orgasmic explosion to beat all.
	Favorites?  Tough call, Grace Ang certainly ranked high on Andy’s list.  Emily and Jennifer did as well.  Cynthia, Marsha, Debra, Franny, all of the girls of Ms. Hamot’s class…
	and speaking of Ms. Hamot…
	Mike had finished with Tanya, spanking her ass with his undying cock, then spanking her with his hand.  Greatly did he want her mind unlocked for that—he wanted to hear her beg, cry, scream, and endure mind, body and soul as he tormented her ass.  But he was somewhat satiated with what he accomplished and as there was an unevenness of the girl ratio as Andy was having his way with last girl, Stephanie, Mike helped himself with Ms. Geri Hamot.  Seemed the thing to do.
	With the girls, Mike hadn’t wasted much time in foreplay; get ‘em naked, get ‘em positioned, then just “get ‘em!”  There was the joy of undressing the girls, opening their legs and licking them, fingering them, spanking and peeing on them—then sticking them, humping their sweet faces, probing their mouths, pussy, and asshole, then spanking.  Not much foreplay.
	With Ms. Hamot, Mike settled for foreplay.  Mostly he was exhausted and his cock was showing signs of flaccidity.  Slowly he stripped the woman’s clothes off, taking his time.  Andy was getting a headache, a nosebleed, and the ringing in his ears (both) was beginning to increase.  There wasn’t much time.

	After finishing with Stephanie, of whom he placed high on his list of Favorites, there were the boys and his sister left.  Bobby Roberts, Greg Harth, Adam Blogg, Brad Quinton, Teddy Caseman, and Harry Adams.  Good looking peckers, average youths, all just as appealing sexually to Andy as were the girls.  (but not moreso)
	Mike was on top of Ms. Hamot, his cock not quite strong enough to make vaginal entry into her so he just rode her pussy and calmed down, sucked her titties and face and grinded away.  Grace, Tanya, Cynthia lay out around the open area of the barn, Mike was turned so as to see them—their nakedness and slowly got hard.
	Andy got Francine and positioned her over a rotting bale of hay and began spanking her with his hand—turning her pristine lily white ass bright red.  The girl began to fuss, whine, and cry, Andy hoped that afterwards he had enough mental power to blot out the sordid painful event from her short term memory.  He hoped.
	Andy pulled the girl’s ass open revealing her puckered hole, Mike watched as Andy poked the hole and shoved into it a hunky of metal pipe he had found.  It was small diameter and wouldn’t harm the girl’s poop passage too much.  Mike was enthralled and rose up some, grinding his cock harder and harder against Geri’s cunt.
	There was serious “want” in Mike’s eyes; he trembled all over and began to power fuck Geri Hamot’s pussy.  Andy worked the makeshift dildo into Franny’s ass, pulled it out and inserted his own “pipe” and humped as hard as he possibly could shooting at last a small amount of cum—it was clear sticky-icky liquid and all that he had.
	Mike drove his own pipe into Ms. Hamot with a determination that was almost frightening.  He grunted, no groaning, no other sounds; just serious determination that finally finalized itself with a tumultuous explosion of explicit lust.  Then he melted and fell to waste on the teacher.

	It was to be sure that with the bus not at the farm as scheduled there would be someone worried.  Time—there was just no proper time to do what needed to be done for pure enjoyment.  A new plan was needed, one where the two could steal away various Subjects of Pleasure without being bothered by the constraints of time.
	In the meantime, Mike found Andy deeply involved with Bobby Roberts.  Eleven year old Bobby was naked, on his knees (and hands), legs open, ass presentable.  Andy behind him fucking him raw.  There, too, was Greg, Adam, Brad, Teddy, and Harry remaining for the picking.  Thing was, though, both Andy and Mike were about shagged out.

	Mike took Greg.  Pantsed him, then loved on him using his mouth.  Andy strove to “get off” in Bobby Roberts’ ass, but it wasn’t happening.  He had plenty of visual stimuli but it just wasn’t happening—so he pulled out, spanked the boy and knew that he, too, would prefer the boy to more “aware” of what was happening—it would add to the ambience of the dirty deed.
	Mike buried his shagged out cock into Greg Harth’s twelve year old poop chute and “went to town”—but was shy of orgasmic pleasure.  Andy straddled the boy and got his cock sucked by Mike as he fucked and the deed somewhat revitalized Andy—somewhat.  He was still shagged out and then some, but relaxed.
	He sighted Bink Jegory, the geeky bus/van driver, sitting up against the van in a “sleep mode.”  He was twenty-five, had he ever been laid?  He was tall, geeky, dorky, not love/sex material.  He wasn’t horrible looking but Andy didn’t think he dipped his geek stick into human pussy.
	And he was right.  Bink Jegory had seldom “gotten any.”  He was not a virgin; he hadn’t humped a water buffalo, a bale of cotton, a chicken, or a cow—he had, humped four girls and a goat.
	Four girls and a goat?
	Yep, four girls—and a goat.
	The first girl was twelve, so was Binky.  The first girl fell out of the Ugly Tree and hit every branch on her way down to the horseshit trough located at the bottom of the tree.  They were meant for each other and so no one in their right mind would fuck them, they fucked each other after attending a party where the party’s festivities concluded with party goers teaming up with a partner for a stint In the Closet.
	Binky and “Rachael” didn’t go In the Closet but Went Behind the House and got freaky there.  They knew what was going on In the Closet; it was going on In a Bedroom, Bathroom, Kitchen Table, too.
	The Second Girl came along at the end of junior high—in his home, in his room.  Same age, alone, Ugly as Sin itself with Dim Bulbs in the Attic.  She gave him his first Blow Job.  (he also got her pussy, too.)  They skinny dipped in his pool—did nothing to help her appearance and just about curdled the water, too.
	The third girl came along when he was tutoring in high school.  She was the one in need of tutoring and was nigh but twelve years young.  Like the others, Ugly as a dog turd.  
	The fourth girl came along while he was in college; they were Plebs and He had to screw a Pretty Girl and She had to Screw an Ugly Boy.  She required heavy amounts of liquor…

	Would he like to bang one (or two, three, four…) of the bitches who rode his bus/van?
	Does a bear shit in the woods?
	Would it matter if the girl was under twelve?
	Would it matter if a dog turd had smell or just appearance?
	Were there limits, boundaries he would not cross?
	Under ten.  No fat chicks, no preggies, flat chested and hairless.
	No boys, either.
	Against their will?
	Hmmm  

	While waiting for their cocks to recover, school driver Bink “got some.”  He was partially aware (so he could enjoy it) but would later be blanked from the experience.  It would leave an impression in his mind not as a memory but as a fantasy.  Mike and Andy smiled and watched with some mild amused joy as Emily Travers sucked on Binky’s cock; he stood against the bus, his pants and underwear down, Emily nude.  Emily on her knees sucked and sucked and sucked enticing the onlookers.
	Adam Blogg.
	Twelve year old Adam Blogg was stripped to his skin, Mike doing the undressing, fondling his cock and being very aroused—
	Goat?
	What happened with the goat?
	Oh.
	He was nineteen and drunk—really, really drunk and was dared by some others during a lame initiation pledge at college (this was after fucking the other pledge—the drunk chick who had to fuck an Ugly Dweeb Freshman.)
	Ah.  That it?
	Yep.
	‘k.
	Continuing—
	Mike fondled Adam (all over) then positioned the nude youngster on his lap, settling the boy down onto his aching but very hard cock.  Andy had eleven year old Brad Quinton on his hands and knees, naked.  His face was in the boy’s ass, licking crack, hole, and barely hairy dangling testicles.  His cock was aching but only somewhat hard.
	Binky was cumming just as Andy heard a vehicle approaching.

*

	Annette Fetter wanted special time with her teenage son, he was growing up and they were growing apart.  School, school activities, friends, computer games marathons, and the like.  Being a single Mom it was a tough deal to juggle houselife, family, and work.  Fire season was a tough deal all around for a forest ranger; more training, on the look out for pot farms, drug runners, moonshiners, and anything suspicious in regards to the use of an EMAD.
	Hunter sat beside her being fidgety, ansy, restless.  He said nothing; he knew what his Mom was trying to do so there was nothing to do but to “go along” with her plan to “get to know him.”   She had said they were “drifting apart”; she worked long hours and sometimes only got home only to have to go back to participate in a meeting or cover for someone.  So that was Hunter’s fault for family participation rituals?  He had no problem with grabbing up his Pulse Rifle, Saber Laser, and clutch of poison ‘nades and heading off with his ‘mates into the Wastelands of But’ah Planet.
	But hanging with his Mom a few hours was alright, too.  Sorta.
	“Going to check these backroads.” His Mom had said, River Road, Tunga Pass, Verda Meadows hadn’t been checked in awhile and in the past they had been a haven for moonshiners, pot farms, and sex parties.  Hunter was sixteen and had been “alone” with his Mom for a number of years since his Dad had died.  He knew it was tough on his Mom and he didn’t do much to help their relationship.  He had different priorities than she did, that was all.
	The ranger truck pulled off of Old River Rd. and onto Verde Meadow Lane slowly moving along coming up to the old abandoned farm at the end of the meadow.  There was a bus parked by the barn.  That was odd.  Ann killed the engine and let the ranger truck coast as she quickly assessed why the bus was at the farm.  But it was too late (to kill the engine)—she had been detected anyways.  

	‘Virgin?’
	‘No.’
	‘Explain.’
	Debbie Danes.
	‘Girlfriend?’
	‘Kinda.’
	‘Explain.’

	Debbie Danes was a girl from the Explorer’s Club, a group of video game enthusiasts who got together for marathon gaming via multiplayer experiences.  She wasn’t very good but she was enthusiastic (and she was kinda pretty, too.)
	She was also way smart and Hunter had problems in a couple of classes at school.  She sorta-kinda tutored him without actually tutoring (or getting paid to do so.)  They were “study buddies” and on one occasion of “studying” they got freaky.
	They had studied their brains out—or Hunter had anyways, and lemonade though was tasty and refreshing, the backyard pool at Debbie’s house was more refreshing.
	“Wanna go for a swim?” Debbie had asked casually.
	Hunter shrugged, “I-I didn’t bring anything to swim in.”
	“I didn’t ask you that.” She said with a curious smile.
	So, with her parents out of the house, older sibling brother “out of the house”, the Mouse would play.  Debbie and Hunter skinny dipped in the family backyard pool—and then they fucked.  It was Hunter’s first time—fucking in a pool.  He had “gotten some” from a girl at a party years earlier in a closet.  They had stood back to back, shoulder to shoulder—butt to butt.  It was dark in the closet, their friends were all hanging outside the door listening for the telltale sounds of “humping in progress.”
	Going into the closet was known to everyone what went on within.  The Spin-the-Bottle at the party was not an indicator of who was going to get kissed, but who was going to get hooked up and get laid (in the closet.)  Hunter was thirteen at the time, the girl—Tina Mullens, was twelve.  
	After a few moments the two relaxed—the both knew what to do (not particular clear on how to do it.)  They knew each other from school and the social network but it was still nevertheless somewhat embarrassing.
	Surprisingly, it was Tina who made the first move—unzipping her pink jeans.  Upon hearing that sound, Hunter unzipped his pants.  His cock was rock hard and capable of launching a battle cruiser.  Then Tina was doing something else—she was moving; she kept her body against his but was moving.
	Moving her pants down!
	Ok.  Hunter wasn’t an idiot, he sucked in English and Social Sciences but he wasn’t an idiot and pushed his pants down, too.  Then, much more to his surprise, Tina Mullens placed her pre-teen hands up on his hips.  Hunter wasn’t sure what that was about or what to do about it.
	Then, Tina Mullens was slipping her fingers inside his underwear!

	There’s WOW and then there’s WOW!
	Hunter was a humper, mostly his hand, his bed, pillow, Mother’s underwear.  He had in previous years grinded his cock against a family friend’s little girl; had bathed a little girl under his care with special attention to her pussy.  And when that three year old was asleep, he pulled her clothes off and masturbated against her pussy, chest, and mouth.  But as far as actually being IN a girl’s pussy?  No, he hadn’t gone that far yet.  Yet.
	Tina’s hands seemed experienced and down inside his underwear he went, her fingers nicely caressing his ass as she maneuvered his tidy-whiteys down.  Hunter breathed hard, sweater harder.  What the hell?  He blinked and realized that he was supposed to do something.  But what?
	In his mind he had seen the outpost with no outside lights on; out on the landing zone there was one raider ship.  Which one to investigate first?  He had orders to wait for backup support—‘don’t be a hero and steal the glory (from others more worthy.)’ His commander had told him.  Being a rookie sucked, he wasn’t inexperienced—he knew inside the Outpost sleeping raiders were sleeping off a big binge and would easily overpowered.  Heck, one poison cloud grenade would take most of them out, the rest would spill out the one door and Hunter’s character “Skarr” would have an easy time picking them off.
	What to do—what to do!?
	After thirty minutes and the group had yet to come to his side, Skarr made the decision and slinked up to the side of the building and scrambled up the rocky side to the roof.  The outpost was set inside a rocky hill almost concealing it.  Almost.  There was the vent and Skarr went to it and very carefully removed the top.
	He could smell the stinky bodies of the raiders below.  In his mind he knew that after this day, the whole embodiment of the regiment would know his name; he’d no longer be a lowly “rookie” but a full lieutenant with accommodations and a platoon of his own!  That would rock!
	Skarr only had one poison cloud burst grenade, he didn’t know how many raiders were inside the confined outpost, but the grenade would fuck them up just the same and possibly take out many of them instantly. The rest would stumble out the one door and be easy targets for instant kills.
	Skarr dropped his one poison cloud grenade then scurried to be out of the way of the vent when it went off and positioned himself standing up so the wily bastards from X’gam could see him just before they were obliterated.

	Then suddenly, from out of the raider spaceship four burly raiders came, “HEY!” one of them said and quick as a snort began blasting Skarr’s area with his energy blaster.  Skarr was knocked off the top of the building, crashed onto the rocks and surrounded by twelve very pissed off X’gen raiders.  “You’re dead, Colonial Warrior!”
	And he was.  The Skarr character had taken weeks to develop and had been “eliminated” in a fateful bullheaded decision.  Skarr/Hunter wasn’t good at making instant decision—but when Tina Mullens pushed his underwear down…

	His bare ass against Tina’s was incredible.  There was no comparison.  His cock pulsed and there was that clears liquid stuff coating the mushroom-like head of it.  Tina’s hands went up and down the sides of his ass and slowly—s-l-o-w-l-y crept around to just touching his pubic area.
	It was an awkward situation and more decisions Hunter had to make.
	Sighing, getting a grip, he himself began moving his hands up and down Tina’s sides, specifically her ass.  Touchy-feely.  
	“When you go in,” his best friend Dago/Alf schooled him, “stand back to back and then do what comes natural.”
	“Natural?”
	Alf smiled, shrugged sheepishly, “Yeah, you know, touchy-feely!”
	Touchy-feely.  He had heard casually about brothers and sisters who got to a certain age and got into that “touchy-feely” stuff.  But with a girl he sorta-kinda knew in a dark closet at a party designated solely for the purposes of engaging in sexual activity—it was a little mindblowing.
	Slowly, Hunter delved his fingers into Tina’s ass crack.  His mind began to overload.  He tried desperately to remember anatomy; he knew the anatomy of a J’bon Carrelean creature and its vital points; he knew the anatomy of his own kind; he knew the anatomy of his own body.  Girls had swishing asses, tight asses, bouncy titties, sweet smiles and bouncy hair.  They smelled good (usually), laughed and cried about anything and everything, never heard to fart or burp, and usually were the ones to get “dusted” on some remote planet.
	Blinking his eyes Hunter just flexed his fingers in Tina’s crack.
	“Fuck this.” Tina was heard to say.  She turned around.
	She turned around!

	She was twelve, but almost thirteen.  There was just a couple of inches difference in their height.  She was slender and had “perky” palm sized titties.  Other than the pink pants she had a two-piece layer top outfit Hunter never understood why girls wore so many clothes.  
	His cock ached and he knew that she had turned around.  
	It was his turn.
	Holding his breath he did so.  
	The time inside the closet had given him sufficient time for adjustment.  The outline of Tina was good and he could just see her breasts.  Her breasts!  Whoa!  Sometime she had ditched her tops!  Wow!  Hunter felt foolish and embarrassed—about the same thing.  
	“Wow,” Tina said interrupting his thoughts, “that’s a big one!”
	The embarrassment level dropped a little as accolades were lauded to his proudly standing cock.  ‘that’s a big one!’ rang out through his mind.
	‘that’s a big one?’  she was comparing?  Just how many times had Tina Mullens been in a closet?
	Almost timidly the girl wrapped her fingers about his cock.  A loving touch.  Nice.  Real nice.  Damn nice.  Hunter was about to melt.  Tina moved her wrapped fingers up and down his cock, the other girl’s other fingers cupped his slightly hairy balls and gave them a gentle squeeze.
	OH!  He WAS melting!

	Bonnie Shalynn had a good body.  She had just turned thirteen and was deeply involved in gaming.  She had a slew of characters, mostly girls.  But she knew her stuff and often Hunter tried to get the seat next to her booth.  Most the times the Gamers met either at someone’s house bringing their laptop computers for multiplay or associating locally at a gaming building downtown for a few hours of intense computer play.  Bonnie Shalynn always seemed to be there and most the time a booth was available next to her.
	She was pretty.  Not maybe one of the prettiest girls he knew, but she at least acknowledged his existence on the planet (Earth.)  She knew his name and they sometimes “hung-out” at the adjacent arcade/pizzeria and discussed the various computer games and roleplaying games, school, friends, and their lame non-understanding parents.
	Like Hunter, Bonnie was with a single parent, her Dad.
	Bonnie had a nice body.  Real nice, her favorite color was blue; jewelry, clothes, and even the characters she had while gaming wore something in blue, had blue skin, or something.  
	Often when settling in or adjusting himself after hours of play, Hunter could see over the small partition separating just their computer screens for some semblance of privacy Bonnie’s bra.
	Sometimes he could see her breast(s) mounds and that just drove him wild!  A few times their characters in their game worked together, a few times there was almost a “love” interest but it wasn’t “love” per se, more it was friends, respect, honor, partnership.  But not love.  Almost.
	Hunter wanted Bonnie.  In a bad-bad way.  He wished upon wishes that he had one of those illegal EMAD things.  He wished upon wishes that he could see Bonnie outside the gaming world; take her to a movie, or go to a park or to the beach or something.  See her in a swimsuit!  Yeah!  But he didn’t have a pool, the only house in his area without a pool!
	Anyways, he had made vows and pledges that he would try and start to see Bonnie Shalynn more as a possible “girlfriend” than anything else.
	It never happened, though.  He didn’t know what happened but he came to the Gamer’s Hangout and she wasn’t there.  He couldn’t recall ever not seeing her there.  She wasn’t there the next time he came, either.  He thought he saw her getting on a bus downtown but wasn’t sure.  There was the time in the mall she was on one of the escalators but by the time he got to the top—she was no where to be seen.
	What happened to her he didn’t know, but he still was fond of her.

	Tina’s mouth went down on his shaft.  Hunter thought he would explode.  He knew what a blowjob was, he knew what cumming off was.  Shooting his load was something he did quite often, mostly into his Mom’s underwear.  He was a prolific bed humper but settled for humping his hand when he realized that he was soiling his sheets and mattress.  His Mom thought he was having a bed wetting problem…
	Tina smacked her lips and was giggling some, “it tastes good!” she remarked.  
	‘Holy shit!’ Hunter bursted into his mind.  Offhandedly, he wondered what a cock in the mouth DID taste like?  He didn’t want to know, that would mean he was gay and he was not.  He liked pussy!  (Well, don’t we all!?)
	Up and down she went, sucking-sucking-sucking near sucking the life out of it!  But it did feel good.  It was better—far better than simple jerking off.  Even in the shower with his cock all lathered up, handjobbing held no light source whatsoever to getting a real live blowjob!

	And then there was orgasm.
	Jerking off into his Mom’s panties was one thing.  Humping his hand, humping his bed, pillow, a family friend’s little girl, all were good and very relieving.  But getting sucked off beat all.  The flow of his juices blew his mind!  Jut after jut of sperm surged thru his cock; the flow was amazing and he was no longer in control of himself.  
	And Tina—the girl had all of Hunter’s cock in her mouth while he blasted away.  She gagged a couple of times, spurted and cum blasted out of her nose, but the rest of Hunter’s load went down her throat.
	Even after the last jut, Tina kept sucking.  She was talented!  She worked the cock keeping it “alive” and somewhat stiff, sucking his balls, caressing his ass; taking his tingling member and rubbing it all over her sweet but not so innocent face.
	Tina Mullens had dark hair, Italian-features, and a Devil’s glow.  She licked the piss slit of Hunter’s cock, tantalizing him more and more.
	“So, what happens after touchy-feely?”
	“She’ll do something for you, and then you do something for her.”
	“For her?  Like-like what?”
	His best friend stared at him as if he were one of the zombie crushers from H’gorth planet.  “Dude, don’t be such a dolt!  You just feel around each other and do whatever comes natural!”
	That hadn’t helped.  Hunter was hot, physically and mentally and then all over.  He wanted to fuck.  That was simple enough.  A hardgore “get yer legs open” fuck.  The closet was big enough, there were clothes hanging at the ends and the floor was carpeted…
	The next thing he knew, Tina was moving again.  She was laying down.  Hunter sweated more and almost choked he forgot to breath.  Slowly he went down (to his knees).  The closet double doors in the hallway had some slats at the top and bottom, angled for air movement.  The slats allowed for some light, too.  The light though not particular sufficient allowed Hunter insight on Tina Mullens’ naked body.  
	Somewhat clumsily she had pushed off her pants and panties and was completely nude.  Hunter’s shirt was soaked in his sweat and off it came.  His cock had sprung to new life.  Tina he could see laying out with her knees up, legs open.  The light filtering in from the bottom slats provided just a little of Tina’s nakedness.  She was fingering herself.
	“Do girls really masturbate, finger themselves like we do?” he had asked the stupid question of his apparently more wise and all-knowing friend.
	“Yeah, they do—more than we do!”
	Eatin’ pussy.
	Sloppin’ the trough.
	Carpet bumping.
	Eating at the Y.
	Clam diving.
	Muff diving.
	Twats-amorie!
	And a few dozen other acronyms.  He had heard about it but wasn’t too clear on the subject of “eat a girl out.”  The concept was elusive—‘specially to a thirteen year old.  But it somewhat came to him while he was nude in the closet with a nude girl whose legs were open.  He wasn’t a pro and he didn’t want to rush the job, or foul it up and show his ignorance ‘specially when she had shown how “pro” she herself had been.
	His tongue flicked all about the outer area of her poon, there were a few “hairs” and a minor taste of what could only be urine.  It was a little distasteful to say the least, but he licked and licked and the taste was overpowered by her juices and his saliva.
	Then he got into it.  Into the crack-crevice-canyon.  It was a whole new experience for him—much like getting the blowjob there was the mindblowing experience to deal with again.  He never knew munching cunt could be so invigorating.  OH!  Oh how he wished he could have done the same to Bonnie!
	Tina began to get into it; she twisted her young body all about, bucked into his face and furiously fingered herself at the top of her pussy.  Hunter held her legs open, pressed his thumbs to the sides of her cunt and didn’t particular know the difference between a “virgin” and slut.  He licked and licked; lapped and nipped; drove his nose into the crevice and up to the top of the pussy where upon doing so Tina ran her hands thru his hair.  He heard her whispering, “put it in me!” 
	So he put his tongue back into her cunt.
	Tina was going ballistic and bucked his face harder uttering “oh yeah!  Yeah!  YEAH!” her voice was rising and Hunter could see the shadows of the party goers outside.  He hoped—he hoped like hell no one would open the door!
	But then again, he didn’t care.
	“put it in me!” Tina was saying again, “put your dick in me!”
	‘Oh, my DICK!’
	Der!

	His tongue had enjoyed several minutes of unique experience.
	His Mom’s green panties with lace trim always made his cock feel good.  And when the undies had gotten a little too much use and started to stink (from all the protein spillage) he washed them out in his sink and let them air dry in his shower.
	Humping his bed with his leg cocked and his body at the edge always felt food.  Humping that way he deeply imagined every girl he knew underneath him.
	Humping his pillow—ditto.
	Humping his hand solo or in the shower always felt good, too.
	But humping a real live girl’s pussy—nothing compared.
	Getting off into Tina’s mouth had been mindblowing, but nothing measured up to the mindblowing experience of actually sinking his pud into pussy.  It was like slow motion.  As Skarr, he had had the hopeless feeling of being alone, stranded on the Carpathia asteroid watching slowly as his doomed ship and companions slowly drifted away.  Slow motion agony.
	But in Tina’s cunt, the slow motion experience was not so much as agony, just a new unknown emotion he had never experienced.  No words could describe the feeling—but he knew that he wanted to experience it again—and again—and again.  It was fucking righteous!
	Once seated all the way in, natural instinct took over and though he was a first timer, he was not sloppy in his tedious pursuit that was the epitome fucking.  He fucked.  He humped and fucked, fucked and humped.  In and out—in and out.  His tortured mind understood—somewhat, what SEX was all about.  It was staggering and virtually incomprehensible.  
	In and out—in and out.
	A couple of times on the OUT his cock slipped out entirely.
	No matter, he laid it against Tina’s quivering quim and humped there until his cock naturally “slipped back in.”  He wasn’t too keen on the proper placement of his body, though—at first he lay on the girl, but realized that he weighed more than she and he was crushing her.  So he rose up from her, kept his hips pumping and locked his elbows.  His hips humped and he concentrated on keeping his cock inside her sex.
	Then he noticed Tina’s breasts.  They were more flattened out and he didn’t know why, but the nipples—he had had seen girls whose nipples poked out their shirts, tops, whatever.  But Tina’s nipples would bust bricks!  Somehow Hunter was drawn to the girl’s breasts and her nipples.  He started sucking on them and found a new delight!

	Tina’s hands went all over his backside, digging her fingernails into his hide; her legs wrapped about his waists and their bodies meshed as one.  It was an amazing experience that only was surpassed by the explosion that came minutes later.
	Hunter thought his entire body was on fire.  His body was no longer his to control.  His toes curled, the hairs on the back of his neck tingled and there was not squat one he could do about it.  His OWN nipples were hard, and what the hell was going on with his sex was just mindboggling!
	He knew that he was cumming off.  But it was different than the many times he had done so before.  It was a new sensation that totally affirmed his decree to “get some” as often as possible.  Hand humping was good, jerking off into his Mom’s panties—that was good.  Sinking his pud into a girl’s cunt and cumming—that was fucking ball busting fuck-tastic!

*

	Had he ever wanted to fuck his Mom?
	No.  He had never even considered or given such a thing a thought—despite having her panties to please his cock.  
	Seen her naked?
	Well, duh!  They lived together in the same house and sometimes the modesty level took a hit; while passing from the hall bathroom to bedroom; door to bedroom left open ajar or it opened by itself; not aware that the other had just come home and the other was prancing about in their skin…
	‘Ever been caught jacking off?’
	‘No, but she knows.’  Ever Mother did.
	‘So, if you saw your Mom on her bed, naked, fingering herself—would you watch?’
	Gulp, pause, long pause, deep in thought, then a shoulder shrug.
	‘Maybe, I-I guess so.’
	‘If your Mom, laying on her bed fingering herself, saw you and said, “You can come in, if you want.”  Would you?’
	Gulp, sweat, blink eyes excessively, pause—pause, mouth open enough to hide the Romanian Army in.
	Then a head nod, ‘Yeah, sure, I-I suppose.’
	And then, onto the bed he would go—if she patted the bed and said “come to bed.”
	Then, after she had fondled his cock like Tina Mullens had done, he would mount her and fuck her brains out.  He would!
	A goat huh?