August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Ten
Dom’s Way Home
(detours along the way)

A new adventure begins
	A new friend
	He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of it—maybe his cock would but his drive to “drive” into Emily’s sex would never tire.  And that was a good thing.  And Emily didn’t seem to mind, either!
	In the next berth, Katey and Derrick “engaged” with some increasing passion.  For them, though, it was mostly sex, sex, and more sex.  And Katey preferred taking it solely in her pussy with an occasional oral job.  She didn’t particularly care for being buggered in the ass like her Grandpa did to her.
	“There you go again.” Derrick said to her as he finished his latest hump and settled to lay partially on her.
	“There I go again, what?” Katey asked back.
	“Getting all serious.”
	“Oh.” Katey said.  Only this—and nothing more!
	Derrick shook his head sadly and snuggled to the girl his back to the strange spongy-like wall.  Katey remained on her back finally letting go a butt blast.  It made Derrick giggle and Katey, too.
	Derrick was just closing his eyes and sinking into his lover when he saw something.  Across the great open cave room something caught his eye.  At first he dismissed it and did close his eyes.  Katey was asleep, too melting a little from her usually stiff state of being.  Derrick could hear her heart beating; she reeked a little despite her earlier experience in the flue tube.  
	Sighing, Derrick sighed more and snuggled.  Then he heard a sound.
	Across the great open cave something stirred.  The details could not be exactly made out but there was something—something by the columns where the kids had made their dramatic entrance into their new “home.”  It was a bit of a struggle but Derrick forced his eyes open and stared trying to gather as much information as possible.
	But his eyes were heavy and “gathering pertinent information” was dismal at best.  Tapping Katey’s bare chest, “Hey, do you see something, over there?”
	Katey turned her head and stared for a moment, then shook her head, “Nope.” she said.
	Derrick couldn’t see any more of whatever it was he had seen—or thought he had seen.  “I see something.”
	Katey sighed and squeezed out another butt blast, then turned her head sighing some more to give a more earnest look.  She roamed her eyes peering intently to the area where they had come from.  She saw nothing.
	“There’s nothing there.” Katey complained.
	“Go look.”
	“You go look, you the one that saw it.”
	“Saw what?” Eric said making an appearance at the berth opening.
	“Numnuts thinks he sees something back there.”
	Eric scratched his butt; bits of cum dripped from his well fucked cock.  Staring he squinted his eyes shaking his head slowly, “I don’t see anything.
	“That’s what I told him!” Katey said not enthused and remaining in the berth while Derrick slid his fine nude black body over hers.
	“I tell ya, I SAW something.”
	“Well,” said Eric, “let’s go check it out.”
	Katey shook her head sadly, ‘boys.’  She rolled to her side to watch them go and was about to roll back to her back and get comfortable when the boys “suddenly” disappeared.
	Nearly banging her head on the lip of the rock berth Katey yelled for Emily.
	“EMILY!”
	“What happened?” Emily asked coming up looking around for the boys.  “Where are the boys?” 
	“They went that way we came from and--”
	“And what?” Emily asked out of concern.
	“And they fucking disappeared!”

	“I don’t like this.” Emily said not being right up alongside her friend but hanging back just a tad.  Both girls scanned the area intently but the cave looked the same, virtually speaking.  
	“I don’t see them.”
	“Me, either.” Katey said.
	“You sure they went this way?”
	Katey didn’t answer but stooped down to stare at the ground.
	“Look at this.” Katey said.  Emily came up and wasn’t sure what she was seeing, then she backed up—she had seen it before—a greenish mossy curtain!

	“What’s the matter?” Katey said noting her friend’s panicky state.
	Emily couldn’t speak but backed up into a rocky column her pretty blue eyes all in fear darting all about noting that the mossy curtain that she hadn’t seen before was not “green” like from that other room she had been in but gray—matching the cave room’s surroundings and environment.
	Then there was a scream and Derrick came running for his life tearing the grayish mossy curtain.  He ran until he disappeared into the other direction.  The torn curtain revealed the area beyond—there was Eric and standing in front of him was a tall shrouded creature with a stick-arm and finger pointed out towards him—the finger touching his chest!
	Eric was petrified with fear and couldn’t move.
	Emily was petrified and couldn’t move, either.
	Katey was petrified but slowly moved up at an angle to Eric and the shrouded creature’s position.  The creature didn’t seem interested in the newcomer, but then with the great shroud covering the creature’s head it was difficult to tell if one was being watched or whatever.
	Eric stood absolutely still with bits of cum still dripping from his little shriveled up penis.  Katey paused, thinking, licking her lips thoughtfully and tugging on them, too.  Wrinkling her nose she stepped up just a bit closer.
	The Shrouded Creature then DID turn its huge shrouded head—it reminded Katey of the Grim Reaper.  Eric was scared stiff—so much so that he couldn’t even shake or tremble.  His eyes were wide and focused on the Creature’s unseen interior of his head.
	“Hi.” Katey said.  She didn’t know what else to say at the moment.
	Not a word from the Creature—not a word except one (three.)
	“Tag—you’re it!”
	Katey blinked her eyes, “What?”
	Eric’s petrification dimmed some and he became curious.  He looked down to the twisted, gnarled dead tree limb-like digit just touching his bare chest.  “Tag, you’re it?” he said.  “What the fuck!?” ‘
	Katey almost smiled, “He wants to play tag.”
	“I got that.” Eric said, “but, who are you?” he said looking up to the tall odd creature.
	The shroud fell off revealing the creature’s head.
	“Whoa!” said Katey.
	“Fuck!” said Eric.
	The Creature had a huge bulbous head, similar to a light bulb; it was dark green and seemed smooth.  Two large oval shaped eyes of lizard green with two small holes assuming to be nostrils but they were flat against the face.  The Creature’s mouth was with no lips and was also “small.”

	For a long moment—nothing; then,
	“Touch me.” Katey said.
	“What?” then, “Why?”
	“Touch me, it’s tag.”
	“You gotta be shittin’ me!”
	“He wants to play tag, get it?”
	Eric didn’t get it but stared with open mouth to his friend.  Slowly, though, he stretched out his hand touching Katey’s arm saying “Tag, y-you’re it.”
	The Creature suddenly began pulling back his “arm”; the gnarled hand knuckled into itself and the whole length retreated back into the gray/green cloak the Creature wore.
	Katey sighed; Derrick made a return, “You guys alright?” he asked out of breath and covered with gray and green dry moss.  
	“Just playing tag.” Eric said turning his head to respond to his friend.

	“What’s his name?” Emily wanted to know.
	“Creepy.” Eric said.
	“Is he the same one you saw?” Katey asked Emily.	
	Emily nodded, “accept his hood didn’t go down, I-I never saw his face.”
	“You know,” Derrick said looking at the Creature who hadn’t moved, “he reminds me of an alien, like those the Army has hidden at some secret base in the desert.”
	“Creepy” didn’t move and after awhile—the kids lost their interest in him.  Oh, he was still interesting—and creepy.  But he didn’t speak or make any moves.  Katey and Emily left to go back to their berths; Eric and Derrick remained for a little while longer—they tried making conversation to the tall eerie alien but not a word was returned.  Eventually the boys gave up and left.
	The Civil Defense crates in the cave room contained food but no snacks—and kids love snacks.  There was, though, spaghetti and meatballs and kids love spaghetti and meatballs.  The meals were in packages that “breaking” the activator heated the contents up making a hot meal.  There were crackers and peanut butter cookie sandwiches to serve as “snacks.”
	Canned fruit and juice were the other sustences.
	Bedding, clothing, socks, no undies, and toilet paper were found in other wooden crates; materials to make a fire were found, as well.  No one spoke much, the reality of making camp inside the great cave was slowly weighing on them.

	Suddenly from the gloom there was a screech.
	“Jesus Fucking H Christ!” exclaimed Eric.  He and Derrick stood up quickly holding their breaths and staring to the direction the scream had come from—Creepy’s area.
	“What the fuck was that?” Derrick asked up for anyone to answer.
	No one did, though; no one moved, either.
	“Go look.” said Katey.
	“Fuck you, Y-YOU go look!”
	Katey wasn’t budging.  No more sounds of screeching, though, were heard.
	“Maybe we ought to go check on him.” suggested Derrick.
	Slowly Eric and Derrick made their way to where Creepy was.  He hadn’t moved and wasn’t moving; occasionally it did blink its eyes—and that was creepy to watch, too.
	“He’s sad.” said Emily from behind the boys making them jump.
	“What?” asked Derrick.
	“How do you know?” asked Eric.
	“I dunno, I can just tell, that’s all.”
	“He’s alone.” Katey said stepping up beside the naked Emily.
	“Well, there’s us.” Eric said.
	“And that other one.” said Derrick.
	“That’s it!” almost shouted Emily.
	“That’s it, what?” asked Eric.
	“He misses that other creature that’s like him!”
	good guess
	“Do you miss your friend?” Derrick asked directly of Creepy.
	Creepy moved its great odd shaped head to look directly at Derrick.
	“Oh shit.” exclaimed Derrick.  
	“Ask again.” Katey said.
	“Y-YOU ask!” said a terrified Derrick.
	Katey sighed, ‘boys!’ and stepped up alongside Derrick,
	“Do you miss your friend?  Are you alone?”
	A mournful noise came from the small oval hole below the nostrils indicating a “mouth” as well as an answer to the spoken question.
	“Hey, it understands us.” then, “I guess.” said a boastful Derrick.
	“I know where your friend is.” said Emily being brave and stepping up to face the tall creature.
	From the center of the Creature’s body, again, came its arm.
	“It looks like it wants to play tag some more.” said Derrick.

	No one moved, no one spoke.  Emily’s toes tightened up and dug into the stone floor beneath her.  The Creature’s arm slowly protruded from its body, twisting and making unpleasant noises as it did so.  When extended from its body some two feet or so the gnarled knuckle hand began to unfold and a single digit finger uncurled.
	“What’s it doing that for?” Derrick as finding himself unable to move.
	“Shhhh.” bitched Katey, “just wait.”
	“For what?” almost screeched the boy, “Until he skewers me?”
	Creepy’s finger had fully unfurled and began to lengthen—just enough to barely touch his chest.  Derrick began to tremble and was a nano second from bolting—if that were possible.  
	Suddenly Derrick began to twitch and then went absolutely still as a flood of images invaded his mind.   It was too much information, though and young Derrick let out a mighty scream of anguish and collapsed to the floor.  His friends rushed to his aid with Eric yelling at Creepy, “What did you do to him?”
 	“It’s alright,” Derrick said gasping for breath, “I saw what he said.”
 	“Huh?” said Eric.
 	“That other one, the one Emily saw in that other place, they’re together.”  Somehow, Creepy was able to transfer images to communicate about the “other one” rather than verbally.
 	“It’s his mate, girlfriend.”
 	“Soooo, what’ll we do?” asked Eric standing up to face the creepy shrouded creature.
 	“They need to be together.” Derrick said pulling himself together and standing up.
	“I’m not going back there,” Emily said strongly, “not thru that water again.”
	Derrick looked to Creepy, “Hey,” he said, “we know where your friend is, your mate, but we cant go back to where she is ‘cause she’s a long ways from here.”
	Creepy “cocked” his big oval green head and made some sort of odd noise from its small mouth.
	“What do you think that meant?” Derrick had to ask.
	Everyone shrugged in one way or another—no one knew.
	“What else did you see,” asked Emily, “did you see anything else?”
	“Yeah,” Derrick said, “army stuff.”
	“Army stuff?” asked Eric.
	“Yeah, I don’t understand it, but there’s a flying saucer and it crashed out in the desert.  The Army showed up and then it got confusing.”

	Derrick’s young mind and the process in which Creepy transferred what had happened to him and his mate was too much to comprehend; there were flash images of the crash, then the “capture” by the Army, whisked away to an underground bunker Derrick guessed (it helped the comprehension level for Derrick as he watched a lot of movies in regards to aliens, alien abduction, the army, and all things sci-fi.)
	“Bastards.” Emily piped—meaning the Army.
	“I wish we could help.” Katey said looking to the mournful Creepy.  Creepy then began to move.  He made know adjustments in his path, he was deliberate and if you were in the way—you moved or got bumped.  There was a rock, more than a few actually, and the kids marveled that when Creepy neared—the rock MOVED out of the way!
	Wow!
	Creepy moved out of the mossy cave room that was effectively camouflaged in that it blended in with naturalness of the outer cave room; he moved to stand some ten feet from a cave room wall.  The kids followed.  Creepy didn’t move all that fast and didn’t really seem to “walk” but rather glide over the surface of the floor.
	From its cloak shroud body its arm began to protrude again.  It wouldn’t be so bad if it didn’t make the noise accompanying it.  Emily compared it to breaking a head of lettuce or cabbage.  It was unpleasant.
	Finally, with the arm fully extended a finger was unfurled and from the finger a stream of green air.  The air hit the wall and made it vibrate and then warble.  Vibrating from the center outward like a pebble thrown into a body of water, ripples form going out some eight to ten feet or so.  From the very center there was a green-green light that got bright brighter brightest before suddenly the wall seemed to disappear!
	The kids stared in awe and could see into the next room.
	And into the next room, and next, and next, and …
	There were small rooms, a gigantic sized room, then a narrow passage that creeped out the kids who made the trek—Eric and Emily.  They paused along the way when coming to a new area with Eric asking, “look familiar?” which annoyed the girl.
	“Weren’t you here, too?” she asked showing her annoyance in her voice.  Eric hushed finally noticing they had come to where he himself could recognize without asking.
	The broken water flue might have helped.
	Emily held fast as the experience prior had not been a good one, she had no intention tempting fate and getting no where the water tunnel.  Eric looked around for a ledge, but it had crumbled the last time they were there.

	“Look!” Emily said in aghast.
	Eric “looked” to where Emily was pointing.
	“Oh shit,” he said, “it’s gone.” The wall Creepy had made disappear and the way was solid again.  Not good; no, not good at all.

*

Damn your eyes!
	(guitar solo, Mexican theme)
	“Life’s an easy when you’re rolling a fat one
	 And you’ve got peace that’ll make you sigh
 	 So don’t be stingy and pass me that doobie
	 Let’s all be friends and lets all get high.
	 (snickering) ‘Cause having a good time on the mountain
	 is like having a good time in the valley
	 Roll me some dope and I’m never alone
	 ‘Cause having a good time on the mountain
	 is like having a good time in the valley
	 And all of the good times drift away with the bad”

	A three wheel motorcycle, customized to beat all with double seats behind the main operator’s seat; the rear end area had a large wide built-in container with a unique painting of desert scenes all over.  There, too, was a small teardrop trailer with matching paint and wheels.  A campfire was going, an ice chest here, large water container there; a small dome tent and other assorted “camping” gear suggested a small family was camping.
	Good guess.	
	There was more to it, of course, on the remains of a picnic table lay an eleven year old girl getting humped by a half naked naughty-oh so naughty man in his upper 60s.  The table was missing parts; one end was jammed wedged into a pair boulders resembling large pig’s testicles; the other end had crisscrossing legs but as the humping on the surface got intense the table moved suggesting its pending demise.
	The Grandfather type person didn’t seem concerned about the possible collapse of the table—he was busy getting’ some.  The little girl had red hair, the Grandpa had gray hair.  
	The little girl didn’t seemed too distressed as she was humped on by her Grandpa, her top was still on but it was rolled up to expose her breasts.  Her pants were off on the ground with panties dangling off of one ankle.  

	For being a grandpa, he wasn’t too bad in the looks department; just under six feet, slenderly built with gray hair that was thick and wavy.  He kept fit and didn’t wear “old man” clothes but a leather vest, denim shirt that was sleeveless with a crisp clean white undershirt.  His jeans with single leather patches on the thighs, knees, shins, and seat were at his ankles along with his boxers.  His cock was buried into the eleven year old as he was nearing the end of his deed.
	Kayleen neither fussed or did anything to acknowledge the fact that her Grandpa was boinking her.  She seemed “mindless.”  Her young breasts jiggled as she was boinked; the nipples were hard and as Grandpa Sean ploughed her they got harder.
	Finally he was cumming.  Sean let go tweaking her breasts and put his hands on the questionable table; his thrustings increased tempo and orgasm was seconds away.  As the cum began to flow into his granddaughter’s cunt he cupped her ass bringing her left leg up and his body down closer to hers seriously drilling into her young sex.
	The intensity of the fuck increased strongly with sex sweat coating their bodies.  Kayleen finally showed some acknowledgement by thrashing her head and holding onto her naughty Grandpa.  She made audible noises of mixed distress as well as normal sounds indicating pleasure.
	Sean pumped hard with some ease into his young grandchild stepping up the process as his sex drive prompted him to do so.  Streams of cum began to flow out of Kayleen’s pussy pooling onto the table beneath her.  The girl’s Grandpa humped and humped and humped reeling in jillions of incredible incredulous sensations all sensationally more incredible than the last.
	It was a good fuck.
	When done, the sixty-six year old biker heaved and relaxed as per the norm.  Moving off of the girl he collapsed onto the one bench seat for the table barely able to roll onto his backside.  He made noises, sounds that couldn’t be rightly heard.  It was mid afternoon and the heat of the afternoon sun already was a factor let alone engaging in sex.
	A mess there was; cum thoroughly coated the eleven year old granddaughter’s hairless pussy.  A small mess of cum was underneath her lovely lily white ass; more cum jutted from her Grandpa’s cock but he didn’t care as he lay heaving gathering himself.
	When he did after a few minutes he pulled up his clothes, not bothering to clean up the spillage from his prick.  He merely buttoned the jeans to keep them up then tended to his granddaughter.

	The tending was just pulling her up to a sitting position, removing her top and then the panties from the one ankle.  All the clothing was cast off onto the ground.  A roll of paper towels was at hand and the naughty man used them to wipe the girl down including mostly her soiled well fucked cunt.
	The girl strangely made no emotional displays of awareness.  
	Sean squeezed the girl after he cleaned and wiped her off, then he stood her up and placed her behind the motorcycle.  They were “out of sight” except for the one time the man got a soda from the ice chest.  For some minutes he was stooped down behind the bike “doing something.”
	At length he stood up, stretched, fondled himself and sighed.  The heat of the day was not too bad but it was warm—very warm.  For a moment he looked around, mopped his brow then fetched a water bottle from the ice chest and downed it.  The head of Kayleen could just be seen; she was sitting down on a blanket—mindless.
	Sean moved to the small teardrop trailer and pulled out to a standing position another little girl, about the same age as Kayleen.  She, though, was not his granddaughter.  Hanna was the friend of Kayleen; they were the same age but Hanna had smaller breasts.  She was way cute, though; long-long silky brown hair with a braided piece of hair and incredible facial features that was the object of attention for Sean.
	Like Kayleen, though, the girl was equally “mindless” and had a serious face rather than a sunny friendly one.  Green pants, tight green pants the girl wore, a flowery short vest reminiscent of the Flower Power days of the 1960s she wore, too; along with a sleeveless green top.
	Sean backed up to the table and sat on a boulder seat nearby it.  In his hand was a small device similar to a remote control thing for a family television set—an EMAD!  The cad!  
	Still reeling from the outlandish diabolical act he had committed with the granddaughter now known to be orchestrated by the operation of the illegal mind altering device, Sean took his time.  He was exhausted but still had plenty of naughty doings in mind.
	First up was to have Hanna come forward to the open space between the motorcycle and the table.  Pushing some buttons and speaking into a microphone on the remote controller, Hanna began undoing her pants.  Slowly did Sean began to masturbate; then, as he had Hanna pull off her vest and top he kicked off his boots and then removed his clothes completely.
	Hanna stood topless with her pants at her ankles.  Pretty pink panties snugged the girl’s body and for at least a hot enduring minute Sean masturbated staring at her.

	Seeming to take all the time in the world, Sean was in no hurry.  His cock still reeled from the event of shagging his granddaughter as did the rest of his body.  Slowly did he have Hanna push her panties down—just to her knees.  His eyes locked onto the girl’s body, specifically the area where her panties were.  His cock was hugely stiff and lust was not the word for his desires.  
	Speaking into the remote’s microphone the girl “turned around” and rubbed her ass.  Sean ooohed with his lust level rising exponentially with nodding approvals from his head.  As per command, Hanna, too, “bent over” and continued to rub her ass before prying her cheeks open.  Sean couldn’t stand anymore and went to the girl, helping her step out of her clothes then bring her to the table.
	The word of “lust” just didn’t apply.  Sean admired the nude girl, caressed her body ALL OVER with most attention aimed at her ass, stomach, pussy, and budding breasts.  Then he went to his knees to begin kissing her butt cheeks, each one.  Parting the cheeks he began licking the girl’s crack; bending her over having her rest on the table he spread her legs wider and managed his tongue into her hole.
	From up above in the surrounding ridge rocks and boulders and layered sedimentary geology, members of the Damden family got an eyeful.  Mary and Simon watched in awe; giggling, snickering, and getting an eyeful as they were close enough to smell the sex sweat from the naughty grandpa.
	Lucy and Ruthie were watching but not as close and at a different angle.  Ruthie was intrigued while Lucy was stunned; she didn’t know quite what to think but wasn’t disturbed or alarmed.  
	Annie Damden had not gone to the ridge where her children had gone off to; she was distracted by her eldest child, Matt.  He was a handsome hunk of man, near man—he was the man; man of the house, now.  Annie found him to be unique; his long dark hair, impressive features that made even the gloomiest guss brighten up.  And naked—and naked he was quite the marvel.  
	Butt submitting was still a difficult thing to master for Annie.  
	A slight breeze that was actually cool drifted in thru the windows somewhat soothing Annie and Matt.  At first Annie wanted to move out of the family RV, she wanted to get dressed and try once more for a bit of normalcy.  But already she knew that that wasn’t going to happen—her family was sexual involved—with each other!  Once stepping over that line there was no going back.
	No going back…

	Matt moved towards her, his sleek body glistening with sweat; his cock was at half mast butt began to strengthen as he moved up to his Mom and took her arms.  She was a half head shorter than her son and he was so handsome!  They stood together in wonderlust—heavy on the lust.  
	Annie’s hand brushed over her son’s erection; she shuddered with the pending anticipation.  It couldn’t be helped and she trembled with her sweat dripping down her very womanly body.  From brushing to out and out gripping she clasped her fingers about her boy’s prong.  Years had it been since last she had gripped his pud.  When bathing him, when wiping him, when consoling when the toilet lid slammed onto his pud.  But he had been a little boy and those things were normal, natural.  
	The desires she had for sexual fulfillment increased in her.
	Once you step over that line…  

*

Vengeance vehemently vumed
	Company secrets were just that, company secrets.  The powers that be, like say the Boss and other assorted company flunkies were very concerned about keeping certain elements of their marketing ploy, operations, and other manners of operation to themselves.  Whether by accident or deliberate intentions it mattered not—if an employee spoke of company doings to anyone outside the company it was automatic termination.
	Mike Philton found himself in just such a situation.  But he felt that it was a set up; he had heard his Boss and other higher ups discussing the Company possibly buying a rival company and expanding operations.  If so, then some members of the company would move to the City to set up operations there.  Mike had been with the Company some years and hoped his seniority would help him (and his family) leave the fleaspeck trailerpark by the sea and return to the City.
	A mutual friend of Mike and Gary’s who was interested in naughty films of naughty business not in the normal mainstream of society.  Mike provided for him as a sideline to make extra money using his own kids to make the films.  With Gary’s help, there were “other” films made as well.
	The mutual friend worked in the business of cleaning businesses and apparently filled his mouth with information supplied to him by Mike.  Loose lips.  
	Mike was terminated vehemently upon arrival to work one morning.  He was mortified—no job meant no money—and getting fired put a damper on getting unemployment benefits, too.  He went to Gary for help.

	Gary worked for himself but could take Mike on as a helper until Mike could secure another job on his own.  The pay wouldn’t be much but with what he made from the sale of his family films he could make as much as he was with the job he had just lost.
	But it still pissed him off.
	“I bet that bitch of his, too, had something to do with it.” Mike said.
	“Why?” Gary asked.
	“She’s in on it, hates my ass for some reason.”
	Gary didn’t see the connection but shrugged, “Well, what do you want to do about it?”
	Mike didn’t know.
	“Sounds like Brad needs taken down a notch.” Brad was Mike’s former Boss and all around jerk/asshole.  He had a 1950s buzz cut hairstyle, not even 5’9” and very slenderly built, too.  He was the youngest person to be the Boss of Mike’s former company; he was a two-faced employee who sucked up to higher ups at the expense of others; buddied up to the employees but wouldn’t back them or stand beside them when something happened.
	And his wife was there many times for company parties apparently she saw a bunch of shit she shouldn’t see and a bunch of shit she didn’t see but made it up anyways and reported it to her hubby AND to his higher ups.  She got a lot of employees in trouble.
	“Maybe we ought to pay the bitch a visit.” Gary mused tapping the non-detectable case containing his non-detectable EMAD.
	“I like your plan.” Mike smiled.

	Carla Targleton was a homebody, but had an office job waiting for her at a local college when she was ready—this after her youngest child Emma started school.  But that would be a few years.  There was another child in kindergarten, too.
	Just after sunrise and after most of the neighborhood breadwinners were off and gone, Gary and Mike cruised the certain neighborhood once, then twice.  They cruised the neighborhood in a vehicle similar to a popular delivery truck but wasn’t.  They parked in front of the Targleton.  Gary had never been seen by Carla; Mike’s option to conceal his appearance was lackluster at best—he wasn’t shaving his mustache for nothing and there was no time to lose some of the extra baggage loving his body.  Trimming his hair and shaving face was about it.  

	Boldly did Gary waltz up to the Targelton door and ring the bell.  Mike was behind him with cap pulled down, new glasses, head bowed, dyed mustache, bulky clothing hiding his normal body.
	Carla opened the door, she was in pajamas and a robe still at 8:20 in the brisk Summery morning in the town near the sea.
	“I have something for you,” Gary said handing a boxy package to the woman distracting her; then handing her a clipboard, “sign here, M’am.” 
	Carla was distracted trying to access who had sent the package, where it was from and what the contents were—she never saw it coming.  There was a whine and then a brilliant flash (in her mind) and that was it.
	“Take the truck and park it in the alley,” Gary said to his buddy.
	Mike nodded and scurried off while Gary nonchalantly pushed Carla into the house.  A young child ran amok clad in terrycloth underpants; she was about three years young.  Another girl was in her panties only also running amok playing like children do in the morning hours after their Daddies go to work.
	The girls’ Mother was subdued by Gary’s EMAD but the girls were not.  Nabbing the youngest child’s mind was not necessary, but the older girl could give adequate descriptions of the intruders who did bad things to their Mother so it was necessary that she, too, be “nabbed.”
	Mike appeared at the unlocked patio door and six year old Allison screamed.  Her confusion was the distraction Gary needed but her high level and young age still nixed his ability to fully overwhelm her mind.  There was a grab hold that sufficiently stunned her but Gary and Mike had to act fast lest the hold unhold.
	Little Heather continued to run about as she was; too young was her mind to be taken so she was subdued the old fashion way—tied up with duct tape.  Sister Allison was also.  By then, Carla showed signs of not being so encumbered with a minding device.  She was struggling to regain her faculties.  The EMAD was working but not well.
	Carla was tied up herself and then the naughty boys got busy.

	Carla Marie Targelton awoke with a bitch of a headache and sweating; she felt the stirrings of being ill and it was a struggle to open her eyes and keep them open.  When she did manage she was so horrified that she quickly closed them again.
	Delivery person Gary was naked, so was his companion.  Little Allison was also naked and was the object of attention for the two men.  Gary stood with his erection working strongly into Allison’s mouth, Mike was behind her gouging her ass crack with his cock.  Carla passed out.

	To further facilitate vengeance, Mike had a small video camera on a tripod and videotaped the deviancy.  He wore a black Halloween mask covering the area of his eyes with a black kerchief about his mouth.  Gary’s appearance was altered with a red kerchief and a full facial mask depicting a former president.
	Gary held Allison’s head pumping his cock into her mouth; he pulled out to hump her pretty face all the while she fussed and carried on as any little girl would under similar circumstances.  Mike took his dick to smack Allison’s ass, gouge up the girl’s crack and then hump between her legs.
	Carla awoke from her stupor to see the two nude men and struggled to maintain herself managing to blurt out “You sons-a-bitches!”
	That got Gary’s attention and he left Allison to tend to Carla.
	Carla tried to back away but was no match for the man; and Carla herself was tied up with duct tape and the influence from the EMAD still had her a bit, too.  The naked delivery man came to squat before her; Carla seethed trying to vent as much anger as possible.  But her confusion messed with her anger; too overwhelmed was she with the invasion and the horror they were doing to her child was too much for the 28 year old to cope with.
	Gary positioned Carla onto her backside and tugged down her panties.  His hands caressed her ass and thighs as he did so—Carla was aware but her mind was already flaking out and actually no longer in need of an electronic mind influence.
	Although Mike’s initial interest was in seeking vengeance against his Boss’ wife, first dibs was to the Boss’ kids.  Mike had Allison on her back, legs open, his cock humping her little virgin slit.  When she protested too much she got a very swift swat to her ass with her legs locked together at the ankles and lifted up—Mike then took pleasure at spanking her until her screams of distress could no longer be heard.
	Gary eased himself onto Carla; she tried closing her legs but Gary slapped them back to the open position.  He then eased himself into the woman where Carla came more aware and realized what was happening.  Too late, though, Gary was powerful, she was taped up, and getting raped was in progress.
	Mike watched the progress all the while his manhood humped hard against Allison’s lovely to hump pussy.  The little girl had settled but still reeled from being so harshly spanked.  A time or two Mike attempted penetrating her little pussy—it was a no-go but he liked to try.
	Gary took his time; while he fucked best friend’s Boss’ wife he worked up her nightgown revealing her bare breasts.  Carla fussed, twisted her body but was powerless and had to submit.

	At 9:30AM, an hour after Gary and Mike entered the Targelton home, a knock came to the door of the Targelton home.  Mike was deep in the ass of Carla while Gary fucked her in the mouth.  Quickly there was a scramble for to grab the EMAD and dash to the door.  The front door of the house was in a small entryway with beveled no-see-thru window lights on each side.
	A peephole showed Gary a nice looking woman on the other side of the door.  Gary found her to be attractive, she wore a blue knit skirt, light blue jacket, white blouse.  Small titties, tight little ass, and he could smell her perfume thru the door!
	Standing off to one side he opened the door.  The woman on the other side began flapping her lips right off and came in brushing off something from her skirt not even realizing that Carla wasn’t there.  As she made her way out of the entryway she stopped suddenly to see her friend on her hands and knees, hands taped tightly behind her back with a naked man behind her.
	Before she could utter any words, Gary struck her with the EMAD.
	It wasn’t a good hit and Gary didn’t know why, the EMAD just wasn’t operating at peak performance.  But it worked enough to put tape on the woman, Beverly Ruse.  She was a friend of Carla’s and Gary took command of her while Mike continued his work with Carla.
	Beverly offered some resistance, but that was okay with Gary, she posed no real threat and her refusing him only enticed him and brought him to a sexual height he thoroughly enjoyed.  Spanking was one manner in which he enjoyed; with her panties at her ankles he brought her legs back positioning himself between her legs driving his bone right into her cunt.
	Mike was turned on by watching the rape and began earnestly power fucking Carla’s asshole—pulling out and ramming into her cunt to complete the deed.  He spanked hard Carla’s ass as he fucked her, reaching under her to caress her sides and then grope her delightfully young adult breasts.
	When it was ten o’clock, Beverly was completely naked with her clothing ripped from her body.  Her pussy (and asshole) had been violated but not with violence.  Quickly did the woman understand that submission was far better than being spanked.  After Gary had humped his fill with Beverly he put the woman with her friend—having the two friends sixty-nine!
	Gary and Mike took a rest.  There was more to do, the day was young.

	At 11:20AM, Gary and Mike did a DP on Carla; known in the porn industry as a Double Penetration.  Gary took the rear position while Mike enjoyed humping like crazy in the woman’s pussy.  It drove Carla mad with her mind thoroughly going thru the rigors.

	Beverly watched in some horror with her brown eyes wide staring in horror as the two men did their thing.  Carla thrashed about, cussed, and tried with all her might to fight back—but she was out of energy and her mind was a factor, too.
	Gary took his time invading Carla’s asshole while Mike somewhat furiously humped not being very gentle.  Carla had never been double penetrated and it drove her mad.  
	Mike came first and pulled out to lay on his back heaving.  Gary pulled out of Carla’s ass, held himself fast against her thrashing sweaty body before crawling over her and seizing Beverly.  There was some resistance but not much; she was brought over and forced to lick clean her friend’s fresh fucked cunt.  Gary settled her own pussy down onto Carla’s face (again) and then he took his dick and guided it into her asshole (again).
	Mike watched with glee and soon gathered himself.  He took his cum dripping schlong to Carla’s cunt and Beverly’s face.  Firstly he eased back into Carla’s cunt then pulled out to fuck Beverly’s face and mouth.  Gary took his time humping until he creamed.
	The energy level plummeting just about put the brakes on any thing further to do; but Gary managed to get Carla to lick clean her friend’s cum stained asshole.  Meanwhile, Mike had emptied his tool splooge into Beverly’s mouth.

	A little after Noon o’clock and Carla with her friend Beverly were on their hands and knees.  Carla’s ankles were bleeding from all the twisting she had done and had managed to rub the skin raw.  Her hands were free but the left one was taped hard to friend Beverly’s right one.  Beverly’s ankles were also taped hard together and were also bleeding some.
	From the delivery package, Gary removed a few items, a tennis racket was one.  The racket was without its strings; replacing the strings with hardwood strips.  A pair of ping pong paddles, a thin brown belt, a wide white belt, and other assorted odds and ends to make an afternoon a pleasurable one.
	The tennis racket smacked Carla’s ass first nearly sending her out of her skin.  Subsequent spankings were just as well and soon her dainty 28 year old ass turned a bright red.  Gary took up the ping pong paddle nextly and before the sting of Carla’s ass could settle she was adorned with a serious of quick sharp beatings.

	A gag in Carla’s mouth prevented her from screaming out alarming the neighbors.  Daughter Allison and Heather were tied up with tape sitting close by watching in extreme horror with accompanying horror and fright.  Gary dropped the paddle and put his throbbing hard cock to the woman’s ass and fucked with an extreme desire to simply cum off.
	Mike caressed Beverly’s and picked up the wide white belt…

	A six string anal bead string went into Carla’s ass, a seven inch vibrating vibrator invaded her pussy.  A belt with studdings on it lashed her legs and ass until she passed out and toppled to the floor.  Gary was near exhausted by then and took a breather while Mike took the belt, straddled Carla’s face settling down on her with his asshole right on her nose.  Then, using the studded belt he began lashing her pussy vertically.
	Beverly was force fed the men’s cocks, neither produced much cum but close counts.  She was urinated on and then secured tightly with yet more tape to Carla.  Carla had little hair on her pussy, Beverly had a lot of fur on her burger—which was too bad ‘cause Gary placed tape right between her legs.  Carla’s hands went around her friend binding her tightly, Beverly’s hand also.
	Then, as they lay wiggling on the floor—Gary and Mike took pleasures to Allison and Heather.

	Gary’s sex was essentially over stimulated and tingled to the point of agony.  The recourse was, of course, to keep fucking!  Unfortunately, there was not enough strength in his schlong to do a proper fuck.  But time was getting on.
	Mike on the other hand still had vengeance prompting his cock to continue naughty shenanigans.  While Carla watched, Mike once more put his cock to Allison.  He wasn’t rough, just determined.  Allison didn’t fuss, just sobbed and made faces as the naughty man fingered her pussy and then her asshole.  
	Carla was livid and seethed her anger cussing and being very enraged.  
	It was a little awkward and took time to reposition Carla and Beverly but Gary didn’t mind and enjoyed the time off for his cock’s sake.  He got Carla and Beverly onto the hands and knees after they had lay wriggling on the floor in disarray.
	Gary mused at the tape he had placed to Beverly’s hairy cunt; whoever would have the narly task of removing the tape would have a time.  He imagined some paramedic or fireman or deputy sheriff.  A smile came to his lips and he tapped the woman’s taped cunt “that’ll learn ya to shave!”

	As Mike continued poking little Allision, Gary poked Beverly.  With his cock buried (again) into the visiting friend’s asshole he smacked Carla’s ass until the sensation in his demanded attention.  Placing his hands onto Beverly’s ass he began to pump but with a different attitude then from earlier occasions.
	Mike had his cock into Allison’s asshole and was determinately trying to make full anal penetration.  Carla’s mind was slipping and she could only stare at the horror.  Beverly took a turn at being livid but it was overwhelmed by the sheer disgust being displayed before her.
	Full anal penetration just wasn’t going to happen, not to a six year old.  Oh, it could be done if one was truly determined and vile; but Mike wasn’t.  He was, but wasn’t fully 100%.  After some time, though, he had managed to get the child’s rim opening opened enough to allow the determined head of his cock to push inward.  Thereafter he settled for humping  but before ripping the girl’s anal opening he pulled out to hump her slit.  Great satisfaction was there and he humped graciously the slit with some effort to slip into her pussy.
	Gary grabbed up a handful of Carla’s hair pulling her head up—he then thrusted into her mouth his cock freshly pulled from her best friend’s asshole.  His cock was in overload with emotions and sensations that overwhelmed over all.  He didn’t think he’d be able to cum anymore.
	Not much could be done to a three year old, but Mike pulled her terrycloth underpants off and laid her on her back, opened her legs and began licking her little pussy.  Gary had moved from Carla back to Beverly, inserting his aching manhood into her mouth.

	It was difficult—and how, but positioned underneath Carla and his hands clamped tightly to her ass, Gary brought the woman down onto him—specifically his shaft.  Carla was still bound to her friend via the wrists, and her ankles, too.  But the one side was open and after a bit of awkwardness sexual intercourse was once more in progress.
	Behind her was Mike slamming his cock into her asshole.
	Suddenly, up from behind Mike comes little Allison bearing a meat tenderizer!  With all her might the little girl swung the kitchen aid at Mike who was deeply involved in the butt humping of the little girl’s Mother and not aware of any impending doom.  (Gary neither.)
	Allison’s first whack was to Mike’s side; Mike howled and was more stunned than hurt.  But the meat tenderizer had merit; it was wooden with serious meat tenderizing dimples on both sides with a decent handle for leverage.  Allison let fly another whack.

	Mike pulled out of Carla realizing he was under attack; but so involved in his doing of Carla that he was unable to defend himself.  His cock was in sheer agony squirting a huge strand of stringy cum that as soon as the super sensitive head cleared the steaming asshole rim, more agony befell the man and he fell onto his backside totally blitzed.
	Which was bad ‘cause little naked Allison took aim and nailed his balls.  An upswing to his jaw wasn’t too powerful but it did enough to cause the man to bit his tongue.  Allison didn’t let up and landed one more attack to Mike’s nut sac before he managed to smack the mallet out of her hands.
	His balls still in peril, though, Mike wasn’t much in retribution.  Allison stood trembling with her eyes glued onto the wriggling man on the floor.  Gary eased out from under the girl’s Mother.  Allison maintained her lock on Mike.  Slowly and very slowly did Gary make his way around the girl—he almost was amused at Mike’s dilemma; the girl had managed to pack quite a wallop to his balls and he was “out of commission” for some time to come.
	Allison jumped when Gary grabbed her.  Taking her to his body he landed a few hardy swats to her ass then fed her his cock freshly pulled from her Mother’s cunt.  Allison stammered and wailed, flailed her arms about and stamped her little feet—but every inch of Gary’s cock was in her mouth and stayed there until he emptied a hearty mess of spunk minutes later. 

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	Strangely, there was the scent of roses and bananas drifting aimlessly on the sullen indolent air.  For a long while Rain sat quietly peering down the gentle slope from the cave.  For a long while he sat quietly, still, thoughts to his own.  It had been a long trek for sure and he wasn’t sure that it was over.  He was in the desert, in a cave, but where else was he to go?  He wasn’t sure, not for any certainty, but he felt a draw—like he was being led somewhere or something.
	Beside him askew, Margeaux sat up.  Rain sighed noting how pretty she was—‘specially naked.  From his pack he offered her some snacks and drink.  Jurney accepted the offering, too.  From his vantage point he saw another ridge not far away; it’d be too cold thru the night to make the journey, but in the wee early morning hours the short distance along the desert valley would be more suitable.  The sight of smoke drifting up to the night sky told him someone was there and there would be a suitable place to dislodge Margeaux and Jurney.

	After her second bottle of water and a few minutes time, Margeaux had to pee.  Locking eyes with her captor she conveyed as much.  Rain stood her up and she stood at the entrance to the cave, legs open.  A steady stream of fresh hot pee began to spew from her lovely young cunt; she farted, too.
	After her pee, Rain fingered her pussy while he stood behind her.  His hands went up and down her young frame caressing her, fingering her.  Margeaux shifted uneasily still not willing to give in to the man but knowing resistance was a futile thing.
	Then Rain stood; his cock was rock hard and he masturbated a moment behind the girl.  Margeaux turned to face him and took over the job of pleasuring the man—then she began sucking on the head of his cock somewhat on her own.
	Jurney remained by the small campfire watching, lips pursed, and the need to pee great with her.  Surreptitiously she relieved herself making a small depression in the sand to hide the fact that she had.  When done, and she covertly covered her puddle she lay down curling up by the fire and faked being asleep.
	Margeaux sucked until such a time as her captor led her back to the warmth of the campfire.  There she was positioned on her hands and knees, legs spread out wide.  The man caressed her ass, patting it, fingering the hole, admiring the girl’s ass at his leisure.  
	As the campfire died down for the night and the twinkling of stars filled the sky, Rain Frisco moved his cock into Margeaux Brewster’s asshole.  The girl made small grunts as she was buggered and when she twisted and expressed distressed, Rain backed off his pumping action to let the girl settle down.  At length he pulled out to slap gently his cock against the girl’s lily white ass then he began gouging her between her legs pressing the head of his manhood into her sex.
	It hadn’t been so long ago that he had done same to Joanie Erinn.

Dirty deeds done with sheep
	She was no more than twelve, he was no more than thirteen.  In the cool of the evening in the backyard just after midnight, Joanie Erinn took a whack on the wildside—that is to say she had loverboy Chachi Arella’s cock in her smallish-girlish hands working it furiously in an attempt to get him to cum.  
	As stated, it was “just after midnight” and the two were in the backyard of Joanie’s parents’ house in the ‘burbs of the City.  The house was a two-story thing from the ‘40s but it was well built and continued to hold it charm through the years.

	 A nice front yard, two cars, garage, hedge row surrounding the yard, parents sound to sleep.  Joanie was a kid, she had a “kid” face and a “kid” chest.  Kinky reddish brown hair, a very round face with gawking eyes and expression overall; but she had charm, like the house.  She was curious and willing to please her man.
	Her man was a geeky lanky fellow taking his life in his hands getting his “fellow” fondled with the girl’s parents in house.  They were getting freaky out behind the garden shed—they had started on the back porch after horny lanky framed Charles “Chachi” had tossed pebbles up to Joanie’s bedroom window being lucky not to break said window.
	From hugging and kissing to moving across the lawn to the garden shed when the two amorous teens (near teen for Joanie) got their freak on.  Joanie could already feel hunky teen Chachi’s cock bulging against her as they so-so slow danced.  But neither teen (near teen) was much for slow dance.  It was nice and Joanie appreciated the effort—but she knew what her horndog lover wanted.
	Slyly she rubbed the heel of her hand against Chachi’s bulge, she grinned and Chachi got harder.  After a minute of her grinding her hand against him and that was enough—Chachi whipped it out.  He had to or bust!  He gave it a stroke himself and in the moonlight it glistened for Joanie to see proudly.
	Chachi offered it to his girl and she gleamed, she was glowing!  Carefully she took the member in hand and began to mimic what Chachi had done.  The “cock” was warm in her pre-teen hand and it made her gush a little (all over!)  Joanie increased her effort and soon Chachi was arching his back and reeling in the feeling.
	“Go ahead,” Chachi cooed, “suck it.”
	Giving a handjob was one thing, sucking was something else all together.  Joanie had no idea what cocksucking would be like; she and her best friend had discussed what sucking a cock would be like—taste like but the actuality was elusive to them.
	Joanie kissed the tip of Charles “Chachi” Artella’s cock; the taste of pre-cum was there and not to her pleasing.  She ran her tongue about the soft head not sure as to what she was supposed to do.  Chachi knew, though, it wasn’t his first blowjob.
	“Take your panties off.” Chachi cooed further.
	Joanie hesitated.  For some reason, Joanie who had been wearing jimmies to bed had changed back to regular clothing of that day which was a skirt outfit.  Odd girl—but she was twelve…

	Joanie moved her panties down just to expose her butt; Chachi’s hands went around her waist and up her skirt to find the soft flesh there enticing him on.  Then, from out the corner of his eye he saw something.  It was a flash of movement and when Chachi turned his attention to it a blinding light of a million suns burst into his mind.
	Then he was punched and knocked out cold.
	That’s a bit o’ bad luck right there…

	It had happened all too fast taking Joanie off guard—as intended.  Before she could emit a scream or any sound of warning or some such she was put in her place by a domineering slender man with stoic features staring her down—cautioning her against any alarm.
	As the cool of the morn settled upon them, Rain Frisco got “frisky!”
	Up against the lee side of the gardening shed Joanie was positioned with her back to the green clapboard wall, her knees up with her panties at her knees.  Slowly did Rain slid his fingers about the pre-teen’s virgin pussy; Joanie fidgeted some but otherwise remained calm.
	Then, working her panties down to her ankles, Rain did move her legs upward so as to get a better gander at her snatch box.  The moonlight provided excellent viewing and Rain had a good enough imagination to fill in the rest.  He continued fingering the girl’s pussy was some expertise that kept the girl curious and quiet and at length she began to become aroused at the expert’s expertise fingering.
	After getting the girl’s poon moist, Rain moved the girl down onto the grass and removed her clothing.  Chachi remained “out cold” beside them.  Naughty oh-so naughty Rain continued his efforts of serious virgin exploration until the time came when…
	Joanie let out a little yelp as her virginity was busted.  The strength of the man’s cock invading her purity shook her to the core—her dazzling brown eyes erupted into a magnificent array of exciting euphoria.  
	There, too, was a mix of discomforting displeasure as the stabbing invader made steady and deliberate penetration.  There was very little pleasure in the act as Joanie had been assured that there was.
	Rain cupped Joanie’s ass and continued driving into her sex, easing up when noting the girl’s face screwing indicating she wasn’t enjoying getting laid as much as he was.  Joanie’s nipples were perked up stiff and hard, they were incredibly small for her age but Rain didn’t mind—he liked ‘em small.
	With steady progress, Rain made most of the way into the hapless girl and then began withdrawing—when most of the way out he plunged back into the girl and repeated the process repeatedly.

	Chachi moaned and moved some; Rain had stepped up his efforts and young Joanie wriggled in sexual confused bliss.  It was rape—of course it was, out and out violation of her body.  But the cock invading her was wondrous and made her tremble as the powerful thrusts excited her.  She was no longer in control of her body—she twitched, arched her back, and went thru a myriad of previously unknown emotions.
	Brought right up to the brink of orgasmic bliss Joanie had never experienced put the girl into a dizzying roller coaster of emotions nearly sending her into emotional upheaval resulting in cataclysmic overload.  Rain lay on her, pumping steadily, cooing to her as he managed to drive just about ALL of his manly fuck stick into her dick trench.  
	Then he was cumming and Rain enjoyed his own euphoric explosions.  He didn’t melt or plummet in energy as per the norm but continued to ride the orgasm train for several seconds after the primary firing.  He did sigh and felt the juts of his love cream spewing into the girl’s broken-in poon.  His mouth came onto the young girl’s mouth and their bodies melded together as one.
	How long the two lay together as one being was not known but Rain finally pulled himself together and pulled his cock out of Joanie’s cunt.  Even more sensations thrived within him as the mushroom of his super schlong slipped out squirting even more cum to soil the girl’s pussy.  Using her own panties he wiped her bloodied poon clean and then his cock that had caused the cleaning to be.
	Energy levels were a factor; Rain sat back near exhausted, panting and reeling in the deed done.  He wanted to do it again, ‘three holes, no waiting.’ He had successfully soiled one hole, it was a sure bet her asshole and mouth were virginal, too.  (she hadn’t gone “all the way” down on Chachi’s tube steak so it didn’t count as a full blowjob.)
	But he needed time.
	Chachi was coming around, moaning some and being a little delirious.  That worked in Rain’s favor and easily did he manipulate the young teen; a little force aided by the ever popular EMAD.  The Device’s functionality was a hit & miss thing with a few hang-ups that annoyed Rain but for the most part—it worked and when it worked it worked well enough for Rain’s satisfaction.
	Positioned above the naked Joanie, Chachi was stripped down by both Rain and Joanie—Joanie removing her lover’s shirt while Rain removed the boy’s pants and underwear.  As the teen lay on his girl, Rain took the needed moment to caress Chachi’s ass.  He wasn’t so much into boys but had rare occasions where he did…

	It took a few minutes before Chachi got “amorous”—his confusion and Joanie’s confusion made it easier for them to be even more manipulated.  With very little instruction and just a little prompting from the electronic mind altering device, Joanie took holt of Chachi’s cock and pleased it.  Already it was significantly hard as it lay against Joanie’s hot and bothered cunt—with the girl’s grip and the knowing that possible sex was forthcoming the boy’s cock engorged more industriously.  Slowly, on his own (and with a little guiding by Joanie’s hand) Chachi made vaginal entry.
	Joanie’s eyes fluttered and she twisted one way and then that, arched her back and grinded her bareness against her lover’s.  Their sex sweat erupted into the sullen night air and Chachi began to seriously fuck.  Joanie was receptive wrapped her legs about Chachi’s; their bodies bonded and in doing so disallowed the typical ball slapping sound.
	Rain continued to caress the boy’s ass, squeezing the flesh and occasionally let fly a spank to the sweating skin.  As stated, Rain Frisco was not particular into boys—but had rare occasions where his cock didn’t care.  It was one of those occasions and as Chachi laid Joanie, Rain laid his pipe to Chachi’s humping ass.
	The boy wasn’t aware—full concentration was to Joanie.
	Chachi did turn his head when the penetration began.  He was a little surprised but took the penetration with a stunned response.  The confusion constricted his mind—his mindset was Joanie and having sex with Joanie.  The fact that he was being sodomized by some strange man didn’t register.
	Rain didn’t hump too much, his cock was already worn out as it was.  He pulled out in mid stride, slapped the boy’s ass and gouged him between his legs.  Chachi himself continued to hump Joanie until he could hump no more.  Rain lay on the boy caressing him, patting him and lusting.

The sheep get banged
	For a long while after fucking Chachi, Rain Frisco lay beside Joanie lightly fingering her.  He watched her breathe, absorbed in watching her breasts.  Chachi was restless, listless—and his asshole hurt.  He was elated at having screwed Joanie--but his asshole hurt.
	Rain’s interest in the pair had waned, he fingered Joanie and still lusted for her but his interest had been satisfied—for the moment.  He knew where she lived; he had seen her at the neighborhood park and her pure innocence had piqued his interest about her.  He planned on making more observations at the park as there were many others there that also “piqued” his interest—like for incidence:

	Rain actually took a couple of days off for other personal reasons before venturing back to the park.  His cock needed the time off and to give the EMAD time off, too.  The minding device was quirky and Rain spent some quality time with the electronic device hoping to gain some further insight and make adaptations and corrections, enhancements, and back-up.  In the end he wasn’t sure anything at all had been accomplished.
	At Sunshine Park there was great activity with kids of all ages everywhere enjoying the sun.  It was great viewing pleasure and Rain made himself inconspicuous as possible and still be able to observe all that he wanted to observe or who were deserving.  
	There were kids of ten to twelve playing chase games, catch, and flying paper airplanes.  Older teens were playing volley ball or sitting under trees playing guitars and singing.  Rain sighted in on one particular teen, there were so many who were of interest but this one in particular was of particular interest.  Reddish blond (strawberry blond) with near lily white skin, a fantastic cherry happy face and a nice set of bouncing young teen titties.  She wore a bright yellow shirt that just came down to her waist—so when she bounced around her body in play an inch or so of bare skin could be seen also revealing the top of her powder blue panties.
	The jeans Naomi Wildemann wore were not “skin tight” as per the norm for most teenage girls but snug.  She was so bright and cheery!  That face was amazing; long and narrow, bright brilliant blue eyes and she just radiated all over.  Behind the furthermost bathrooms juxtaposed between the furthermost play area and “wilderness” setting of planted trees and shrubs—just beyond was the foreboding desert.
	It wasn’t the most secure area to perform shenanigans but it would do.  There was a pair of large dumpsters in a brick enclosure and that helped conceal the “shenanigans.”  For a long moment Rain just took in Naomi Wildermann; there was a lot to take in, too.  She was just so damn cute!  For thirteen, the girl had a lot of charm.  She complied with most his electronically sent commands—“walk” “turn right” “wait” “got left” and “stop.”  She displayed some confusion as she tried to sort things out in her young mind but ultimately followed thru with the procedure of making way to the bathrooms (and behind them.)
	But when Rain wanted her to “undo pants” she didn’t comply.  She didn’t even make a confusing face.  The command didn’t register.  No matter, some people had different minds (of course) and therefore not all electronically sent commands would be taken as is.

	Rain understood it—sort of, and took the pleasure himself of undoing the girl’s not-so-tight pants and tugging them down.  The girl made no motions indicating awareness.  Rain didn’t mind so much undressing the girl himself, he just liked watching a girl do it herself.  But either way was ok with him.  
	Once the girl’s jeans were down he caressed her legs and found joy in his doing.  Not bad—not bad at all!  Soft creamy legs to stand up her short frame work, she was just a few cunt hairs shy of being the norm for her age group.  Cunt hairs.  Rain focused solely onto the girl’s crotch noting the lovely bulge of her dainty pussy waiting for his approval.
	“Nice,” he said aloud, “real nice.”
	Powder blue panties, typical style with little white daises on them.  Nice, real nice.  Though there wasn’t sufficient time, Rain took another moment just to gander at the girl glad in her panties then he was gently and slowly pulling them down—just to her knees.  He liked to see girls with their panties at their knees—it was erotic to him and he preferred it that way.
	Naomi’s pussy was grand; soft, alluring, perfectly shaped with just a little poon pie coverage.  Nice—real nice.  Rain determined that she was a virgin; lightly did he investigate using his fingers.  The girl’s poon was very soft, clean, with the pubes neatly trimmed, too.
	Off came the girl’s bright yellow top with fluffy trim at the sleeves and hem.  A dainty basic white bra concealing a lovely-lovely pair of delicious young teenage titties.  Rain delighted in them after removing the bra noting the girl’s mind was purely locked down even after suckling on the breasts and nipping the nipples.  He marveled at the technology of the EMAD or any minding device capable of shutting down a human brain.
	With his cock raging hard it was time; gently he laid Naomi onto some broken cardboard boxed and removed her pants and panties rendering her then thusly stark nude.  Then he went down on her, licking and suckling on her pussy for at least a minute.  There was just the slight hint of pee; her asshole was nice and clean but after plunging a finger up into the hole to explore he found a waiting turd.  Rain smiled and mounted the girl; his throbbing schlong resting against the girl’s sex grinding intently before the bulbous tip began making steadfast penetration.
	Busting the cheery only illuminated Naomi’s eyes a little, just a little.  A sharp pain there was breaking the girl’s hymen and then it was all candy thereafter as the invading tool drove deeper into the virgin territory sending out waves upon waves of amazing sensations never before felt.  Naomi’s face took on a new look, not so much as curiosity about the feelings reeling from her pussy but more in the way of awe.

	Without Q&A capabilities, Rain was clueless about the girl’s sexual history.  He doubted that she had one.  He lay on her without crushing her and drove his cock into the girl’s sex then began pumping—slow and steady without hurting her.  
	More faces were made with curiosity and awe taking precedence; but as Rain continued his efforts the girl began to “get involved” with the twisting of her young body; her nipples stiffening; sweating and making quickening breathes indicating awareness of being fucked.  
	Rain stepped up his efforts and began to hump harder—faster!
	Naomi began to make faces indicating her awareness but the utter confusion of what was actually happening to her continued to override her mind and thusly continue to block her from actually knowing what was actually happening to her thusly allowing what was happening to her to continue going on unimpeded.
	The blessed event of pure bliss thrived within Rain and he himself was no longer in control.  Natural instinct took over driving him with a force unknown to reach the pivotal end and be beset with ecstasy he so sought.  He knew that it was the super sensitive bulbous end of his johnson that caused the eruption of pleasure unbound.  With a mighty thrust he stuffed himself inward and let the jutting of his personal love begin.
	Graciously could he feel his sperm squirting thru his loins and out his piss slit.  His cock shuddered, strained, and he his hips gave quickening little bursts of thrustings until less than a minute later the deed was done.

 	For the most part, people in society are sheep.  They are kind, gentle, productive creatures who can only hurt one another by accident and occasionally band together against the selling or mattresses.  The vast mainstream of Americans are not inclined to hurt one another but wonder in klicks to socialize and be at peace.
 	Millions of citizens are victims of crimes of every conceivable (and some inconceivable) every year, a tragic, staggering number, perhaps an all-time record rate of violent crime.  But there are almost 300 million citizens, which means that the odds of being a victim of some violent crime is considerably less than one in a hundred on any given year.  What's more, since many violent crimes are committed by repeat offenders, the actual number of violent citizens is considerably less than two million.
 	Thus there is a paradox;  the violators and the violated.  Society as a whole surrounds the paradox unable to fully grasp the situation at either end hoping that it will fix itself or explode into a delirious cacophony like no other segment of life has ever seen.

 	But violence is still remarkably rare.  This is because most citizens are kind, decent people who are not capable of hurting each other, except by accident or under extreme provocation.  They are in essence sheep.  Nothing harmful is meant or intended by calling them sheep.  They are not unlike a  robin’s egg; inside soft and gooey but someday it will grow into something wonderful. 
 	But the egg cannot survive without its hard outer shell.  Police officers, soldiers and other members of the law enforcing society are warriors protecting the society they live in.  Society needs warriors to protect them from the predators.
 	Predators.  They are not unlike wolves of some frozen expanse;  the wolves feed on the sheep without mercy.  There is an unchecked evil pack of wolves modern day society preying on the world; they are capable of evil the most hellish deeds mankind has never known.  The moment you forget that (or pretend) it is not so then you’ve become a sheep.  There is no safety in denial.
 	If you have no capability for embracing violence and you are a healthy productive citizen then you are undoubtedly a sheep.  If you have a capacity for violence and no compassion for your fellow citizens, then you are the  wolf. 
 	This business of being a sheep or wolf  is a matter of degrees or perspective; on one end is an abject head-in-the-grass docile sheep; on the other end is the predator wolf.  On the playground of the Sunshine Park there were plenty of sheep.  It was a safe bet that there was more than one wolf observing.  “Wolf” Rain Frisco surveyed the group focusing on some teen girls and wee young lasses but was distracted by a pretty blond-blond haired girl who took a tumble into a mud puddle.
	The tyke was no more than six, pink pants, white top, blond-blond hair.  She was way cute and way dirty.  A boy approx. eleven or so came to her aid quickly frightened that she may be hurt.  She wasn’t, just muddy.  
	“Momma’s gonna skin me!” the boy said.
	The little girl didn’t seem concerned about her brother being skinned, she was happy about being muddy.  Typical kid.  She splashed and giggled, and peed—but being muddied head to toe it wasn’t noticed (not until later).  “Chip” Charles Carlson pulled the girl not roughly but determinately to the nearest drinking fountain.  There a feeble attempt was made at wiping the muddied girl clean.  It was, of course, a futile attempt.
	“I better get you home and cleaned up.” Chip said somewhat dejectedly, he had been having fun with his friends and now had to tend to his sister.

	Chip, though, had a good relationship with his little sis, they got along better than most but there were times, though, still—babysitting a little sibling brother or sister was a pain and inconvenience.  The brother took his muddied sister by the hand and began making way for home.  As the “sheep” left, the Wolf followed.

	No car in the drive at 20120 Southbend Ave.  A nice manicured lawn with bushes and shrubs and one large oak tree in the center.  A flower bed ran along three edges and the house sat on a small hill.  A garage there was attached to the nice two story Americana home that was white trimmed in green.
	The sheep went along the side of the house to the back area to the covered patio.  There was next futile attempt at cleaning the muddied six year old.  She was a little more calmer, Chip was a little more frightened as his efforts were frivolous.
	There was only one thing to do.
	“We gotta get you into the tub.” Chip declared.
	“Yippee!” exclaimed the little sheep, “Bath time!”
	Chip took his sister’s shoes and socks off first then quickly made way into the house and up the stairs.  The Wolf followed.

	In the upstairs bathroom Chip had his little sister standing in the turquoise colored bathtub.  He had no qualms in removing her top or once pink pants.  As Linda stood giggling and wiping the mud from her arms, Chip washed out the garments, twisting them and not aware that there was another present.
	There was a notable slight pause when Chip returned his attention to his sister.  He sighed and then tugged Linda’s panties down making her naked.  Linda didn’t seem to mind and Chip had actually given his sibling a bath a few times before.  But not lately, Chip was getting older, so was Linda.
	Chip did note that Linda’s white panties were “soiled” and not with mud.  But she was six years old and it was kind of a given that “accidents” happened.  A quick rinse of the undergarment and then a twist to wring them out.  Then, using the handheld shower wand he rinsed his sister off doing so kinda quickly with haste.
	‘Calm your self.’ cooed a Voice.
	Chip paused in his cleaning efforts and got a strange feeling overwhelming him.  He recovered and looked to his giddy sister, “You say something?”
	Linda was all smiles—so was sooooooo cute!  She shook her head, No, and squeezed her fingers together making squishy sounds with the soap.  Chip went on cleaning his sister receiving yet another message.
	“Take off your clothes—join your sister in the tub.”
	Chip paused, Linda farted.
	Standing up straight slowly the young boy looked around kind of nervously but proceeded with the undressing of himself.  He seemed confused but that was normal—he was doing something out of the norm.  Linda’s normally bright sunshiny face took on a look of solemn seriousness as streams of commands invaded her impressionable young mind.  
	When Chip tugged his tidy-whiteys down, little sis Linda was back to grinning, being a bright penny, and squishing her hands together.  Chip had wood.  Chip had had wood since the park—not so much for his sister but for the many other sheep that were there.  
	“Do you play with your dick?” the Voice asked.
	Chip batted his eyes and thought thoughtfully comprehending the Voice’s question.  Then gulping he nodded that it was so.
	The direct approach of Q&A, Rain liked—a lot!  It was insightful and almost as erotic as all else.
	“Do you like looking at your sister while she’s naked?” along with while she’s in her panties.
	The question, though, was so outrageous that young Chip could hardly formulate an answer.  Linda was his sister and he respected her and didn’t have the same sexual feelings as he did for Laura, Megan, Heather, and several other girls he knew who were not related to him.
	“Would you like to see THOSE girls naked, in their underwear?”
	That was an easier question to answer—mostly with a head nod and a bit more hardness to his hard-on.  Very muchly did he want to see Laura, Megan, Heather, and several other girls he knew who were not related to him naked—or in their underwear.
	“Linda,” said the Voice to the little girl, “play with your brother’s pee-pee.”  Linda knew what the hard thing between her brother’s legs was, she knew that he peed from it—she also knew that he “played” with it.  She also spilled that he DID touch her with it—against her bare butt.  That usually happened when he was helping her change clothes or drying her off after giving her a bath.
	The admission was not heard by Chip, his mind was blocked and mostly concentrated to Laura Hews, Megan Starr, and Heather Gould.  He shook and trembled as he imagined the girls naked, in their underwear, bending over, squatting to pee…

	Under instruction, Linda masturbated her brother—wrapping her dainty little fingers about his pulsing prong she giddily was pleased and gratefully pleased her stunned brother.  Chip was astonished,
	“W-what are you doing?” he asked (but didn’t stop her from pleasing him.)  Linda didn’t know what she was doing but she kept it up and Chip was pleased oh so pleased.  
	“You like seeing your sister naked.” It wasn’t a prying question but a statement—a command.
	After rinsing themselves off, Chip helped his sister out of the tub with his cock serious hard.  He had never masturbated to the point of ejaculation but he had cum close.  Handjobbing got him close and he knew—he knew that if he could rub his dick up against a girl’s bare butt he could possibly feel what cumming off would feel like like he had heard other boys talking about.  More than anything he wanted to ejaculate.  More than anything.
	To Chip’s stunned amazement he watched as Linda pressed her lips to his the head of his dick.  She licked the slit and ran her tongue all about the super sensitive crown before attempting to fully engulf it.  With her little fingers about the fully engorged brotherly love tool she sucked on the head until her brother couldn’t stand it.
	The pivotal moment was upon them and for some reason his panic level began to override the boy’s electronically held mind that obliterated his knowing of the Voice’s presence.  Rain eased him and the boy pulled out of his sister’s mouth—but he needed to blow off his load still.  Cumming off into his sister’s mouth was just gross to him, 
	“Go for the butt, then.” suggested the Voice-Rain.
	Chip was ok for that.  Linda turned about, bent over, spread her legs and giggled while her brother masturbated, jerking off and onto her pretty petite little kiddie butt.  He took a turn at poking her asshole, grinding against her ass flesh, gliding his cum squirter up and down her crack with burgeoning unnatural desires to fuck her.
	But that was a line he was not ready to cross—not yet.
	After spilling his load the boy was virtually a slave.  His energy level sunk so low that Rain had no problem inserting a “new way of life” for the young boy; making same instructions to Linda was a little effort (but it was done!)  From that day henceforth the brother and sister would engage in naughty extra sibling love—involving high amounts of sexual improprieties; young Chip would get to do more than simply rub his dick against his sister’s ass!
	And before leaving the two siblings, Rain “Wolf” Frisco did more than manipulate the two siblings’ minds…

Gathering the sheep
	There was just no way Rain was going to merely scamper off without partaking of enjoyment with Chip and his sister.  It wasn’t an emphatic resolution that Rain decreed his cock to enjoy engagement with girls solely; his decree was not set in concrete.  Boys were ok, they were cute, handsome, and looked fantastic naked—it was just that he preferred girls!
	But boys on the side was okay on occasion, too.
	On the bathroom floor, Chip firstly licked out his sister’s pussy.  Little Linda lay out on the floor with her legs open wide readily to receive her brother’s tongue action; Chip settled his face between her legs licking her out on his knees.  The position was one of “angle” on the dangle and the whole scene made Rain very-very-very hard if not horny.
	Chip’s ass was nice—very nice to look it.  There was just no way he could leave them like they were without involving himself.  Chip’s ass was fine, lily white, and eleven years young.  Rain caressed it, smoothing his hand all over and exploring the boy’s hole.  The dangling testicles were of some interest, too; Rain smiled and began finger probing Chip’s rim more and more.
	Seeking out (and finding) a jar of petroleum jelly, Rain lubed up Chip’s tight virgin poop chute, then applied a generous portion to his throbbing hard schlong.  Chip continued to busy himself licking out his sister’s snatch while said sister wriggled and giggled (and peed).
	Meanwhile, Rain kissed Chip’s virgin pooper with his cock.  Sufficiently lubricated the penetration that followed was easy—it was still satisfyingly tight.  Once the head had made headway and passed the greasy anal entrance the plunging inward was a done deal.  Chip was only vaguely aware—his attention was to his sister’s cunt.
	Gripping the boy’s ass, Rain’s cock made steady penetration—it was not unlike a snake swallowing its dinner.  Reaching around the boy, Rain found the young man’s cock nice and hard and dripping spunk.  With ginger touch the boy was manipulated until he was ready to fully squirt.  Rain then eased the boy into position—resting his cock right against his sister’s cunt.
	Chip somewhat on his own glided his cock against his sister’s crevice; at eleven he could just about make vaginal entry into her but that could wait until she was at least another year older.  The boy, though, desperately wanted to fuck something—or someone.  
	The pivotal moment of ecstasy came—it was lingering and young Chip enjoyed every minute of it.  It definitely beat jerking off all to hell for sure.  “and just think,” added the Voice, “it feels ten times as good INSIDE the girl!”

	Oh how Chip wanted to know that feeling—intimately.  He humped and humped on his sister’s slit spewing gobs of fresh hot boy spunk onto Linda’s belly and soiling her young cunny.  He strained hard with his cock in her little crevice snugging his balls up tright against her.  The feeling of cumming off was one he had to do again—and again—and again.
	Rain got off in the boy’s ass and was relatively satisfied with that.

	There was no doubt that Laura Hews had a nice bod.  She did.  And how!  What a nice bod, soft supple breasts, a tight eye catching ass, and a tight crotch to match!  Lovely soft brown hair that went clear to the small of the girl’s back!
	Then there was that face.  OH!  There just wasn’t words enough or even known to describe or define that face.  It was long and narrow with that brown hair styled to gently kiss the face; there was illumination emitting from that heavenly face, too.  An accompanying smile went along the illuminated face that often was intoxicating and came with a giggle, too.
	She was way cute, friendly, and just adorable.  She warmed the hearts of many a boy, Charles “Chip” Carlson among them.  Though there was security of every type everywhere, engaging in naughty shenanigans in the broad daylight just after school seemed just the thing to satisfy a growing boy’s hard-on.  
	Just after school—it was basically empty.  The janitors and hardcore track runners were about but most the staff and student body were gone.  Laura Hews lived nearby so she walked home.  Chip lived a block away so he walked home, too.  
	But not today.  Today he followed Laura as she went along the sidewalk alongside the school grounds and then ducked into the shrubs along the fence that went along the boundary of the school.  From there she/they went to the area behind the bleachers of the lower playing field that was the baseball field.  No one was there.
	Once at the bleachers the girl stopped.  Chip came up and paused,
	“Take your pants down.” the Voice said.
	Chip didn’t hesitate and after undoing his pants pushed them down.  Laura Hews stood just before him allowing Chip to ogle the girl’s nice-very nice ass.  Further instruction got Chip out of his clothes completely; then he stepped up to Laura, gently turned the girl around and stood shivering.  It was fear as the boy was mostly aware of himself and surroundings AND doings.  But apparently, Laura was not.  She stood quiet, clothed, and unaware.  

	Those beautiful brown eyes were remarkable—and her face, hair, and body overall.  She was soooo freaking pretty!  Chip began to sweat with his emotions beginning to run rampant.
	“Calm yourself.” cooed the Voice.  That was easier said than done.  But with a sigh, closing his eyes tightly and then opening he set about fulfilling his deep seated desire—the desire to see Laura Hews naked.

	Undoing his sister’s pants had never gotten him the feelings he experienced undoing Laura’s pants.  Unknown feelings besieged him (and he liked it!)  It was like opening Christmas presents!  With Laura’s pants undone and the flaps folded back—there was a treasure to behold; red panties!  Red panties with little hearts all over them, typical kiddie style and Chip thought his cock was going to explode.
	That would come later.
	Pulling the girl’s pants down seemed to take an agonizingly long minute—he did so slowly mostly for the Voice’s benefit.  Once the jeans were down the next phase were those red panties.  Chip (on his own) gave his cock a tug; his body was warming up nicely all stark naked an’ all in the noonday sun.  And though Rain still professed that he was not so much into boys, a look to Chip’s naked ass with dangling wares betwixt his legs prompted him to reconsider.
	Before taking Laura’s panties down--“take her shirt off.” And bra.
	Chip complied and thought he was going to explode all over.  The girl had a nice body all over!  Small budding breasts which just enlightened Chip (and Rain).  Girls with big tits, teenage tits, typically sized for their age group enthralled Rain and Chip; some girls had a lot to offer while others barely had anything at all.  The bouncing beauties were the first thing the boys noticed, then her ass—unless she was walking away from them then it was her ass they saw—unless she was walking towards them then it was her crotch they saw…
	With Laura’s top (and bra) off, Chip paused (on his own) to gawk at the girl’s near nakedness—mostly his eyes locked onto her small eleven year old breasts.  They were small, smaller than most girls her age.  But that was ok, they were nice just the same.  
	“Go ahead, touch them.” 
	Chip held off basically unable to move let alone breathe!  But finally he did move his arm and stretch out his fingers to touch Laura Hew’s breasts.  He melted at the touch and had no idea what feeling of a girl’s breasts would be like.  He liked it—a lot!
	The next prompt from his Voice was, “kiss.”
	That took a little more effort.
	Chip began to sweat and not from the basting heat of the Sun; he leaned in locking his mouth about the soft mound of his classmate with his arms going about the girl’s body caressing her backside increasing his sexual lust ten-fold to a hundred-fold when his hands inadvertently dipped down to touch the girl’s butt.
	The thought of going insane was a very near thought as Chip’s hands firstly roamed all about Laura’s butt; his sweating body began to heave and tremble so as down inside the panties he went feeling her ass!
	Sure, feeling of his sister’s ass was great, and a time or two he managed to be a reprobate and rub his cock against her ass—but he wasn’t thinking of molesting her—he thought of Megan, Laura, Heather, Hanna…)
	Finally, Laura’s red panties were down at her ankles with her pants.
	Chip batted his eyes excessively staring at Laura’s poon.  A girl’s pussy.  Her snatch box, flapper, snapper, coochie.  So many names!  On the schoolyard Chip had heard lots of names for that glory of glory that existed between a girl’s legs.  Chip guessed he was a bit of a perv for seeking so hard to sneak looks at a girl’s dick trench, but that was normal—wasn’t it?
	To describe Laura’s pussy he couldn’t.  It was as it was, a triangle with a light coverage of pubes.  It made Chip feel giddy inside and his cock was beginning to squirt all on its own.
	“Lay her down.” 
	Chip complied with the Voice and gently laid his classmate down, removed her pants and panties, then paused to ogle at her goodie box with her legs open.  It was not so much different than his sister’s, but this naked pussy was eleven years old!
	Megan, Heather, Hanna, Julie, Kathy and at least a dozen other girls in his class all had a pussy like Laura’s.  It was mind boggling.
	“Lick it.”
	The command came into his brain but the concept was vague and obscure.  He stared—stared—and then stared some more taking in every nuance of Laura Hews’s cunt.  Then, as per command, he went down and began licking.
	It wasn’t bad.
	A slight distaste there was to Chip’s tongue—a little different than when he had licked out his sister’s cunt.  But he licked happily just same.  And once more, the Voice-Rain was enamored with the boy’s wiggling ass…

	Rain held off—fully fucking the boy’s ass; but he did rub the boy’s ass, fondling his balls and working his cock into a fullness of trembling excitement.  Laura was a virgin.  was.
	Slowly Chip laid his body onto Megan gliding his cock against her delicate flower.  Just laying on her was the thing, it felt fantastic!  He never thought (especially at his age) that he would be naked on top of a naked girl!  Especially one like Laura Hews!  No words—there simply were no words to describe what it was like—but he liked it.
	With his cock against Megan’s pussy the sensation was out of this world!  It was fucking tremendous!  It was more than that, too—but again, there just weren’t words invented yet to describe the feeling of laying his cock against a girl’s pussy.
	Shuddering all over the boy slowly began humping Laura’s pussy.  His cock was dramatically hard against Laura’s cunt it did ride just going up and down the crevice before slowly ever so slowly the determined organ began pushing inward.
	Megan was a virgin, the evidence was on Chip’s dick, testicle sac, and thighs.  The girl’s cherry juice was more than most girls her age—every girl’s hymen was different; some were thicker some were thin some were barely there at all and others required the services of a jackhammer to break thru.
	Chip made penetration and settled into a gentle hump fest thereafter.

	He hoped that it didn’t get any better than what he was experiencing ‘cause he didn’t think he would be able to take it.  Sliding his cock into Laura Hews’ cunt was utterly Fucking-A fantastic!  It boggled the mind more than anything with the superior sensations his schlong endured that also transferred throughout his young pre-teen bod.
	There was some effort involved in sliding his dong all the way in; tremendous nerve ending sensations sensationalized his cock casting out wave after wave of pure joyous pleasure he had never known but wanted to know repeatedly.
	He was a little grossed out by the sight of blood coating his cock.  He wasn’t too happy with that but the sensation of sexual engagement overrode the grossness.  Pulling out of Laura’s cunt created even more sensations unknown and he found himself/saw himself—cumming.  He had managed to cum a couple of times by jerking off but there wasn’t much to it and he had almost been caught at it so the act was interrupted and his enjoyment of ejaculating had been nipped.

	Cumming off inside a girl’s pussy was beyond imagine.
	Definitely did he want to do it again—and again.  And again.
	Using his own underwear he wiped Laura’s pussy clean then his cock.  His cock still with bursting joy from the orgasm and after cleaning he lay on the girl again to hump against her pussy, suckle on her breasts, and drive his tongue into her mouth.
	What a lovely scene!  In the shade of great elms in the sun of the afternoon after school naked Chip lay humpingly on his naked classmate—unaware of the man behind him manipulating him.  The man manipulating him had a thought—he kept it to himself for the moment, letting it fester awhile.
	Chip managed, meantime, to cum again.  For several minutes he lay on Laura humping-humping-humping till finally his cock began to surge and a familiar feeling rushed forward heaving great fantastical amounts of pure delight.  The boy humped madly against his classmate’s cunt shooting a massive squirt of boy spunk up the girl’s body.  One squirt, two squirts, three!  The rest of his ejaculate oozed out of his pud to soil the girl’s poon.
	Chip was wasted—not unlike someone on dope, the phenomenon of orgasm was a spectacle of wonderment.  He was in awesome awe and he liked it!  But he needed rest and languished on the nude girl with heaving gushes that only weighed him down.
	Rain moved the boy off, spread Laura’s legs and took her himself.
	The girl’s heavenly brown eyes bulged in her own wonderment at the sincere intrusion of the man’s cock.  She screwed up her pretty little face but other than that—she was still under the influence of the EMAD’s power.  Rain slid with some effort his cock into the girl’s wondrous poon, stretching it wider than it was.  
	There was more discomfort than little Laura could take and began to become more aware of her unique situation than Rain likened her to be.  He had to ease up on his doings and was about to plunge into her regardless of her awareness when he heard students nearing.
	Voices that couldn’t be seen due to the thick foliage of shrubbery—which was good ‘cause it concealed Rain and his shenanigans.  He realized just how vulnerable he was—laying out naked in the noonday sun in broad daylight—laying naked on top of a mind stunned naked eleven year old girl!
	Three teenage girls and a young boy about Chip’s age.
	The girls were nice looking, fourteen the guesstimated age with the boy about eleven or so—like Chip.  The girls were busy chatting as girls do, the boy lingered behind, head down, scuffing his way along in a not so happy mood.

	As the group passed, Rain eased up and began manipulating them.  There was, of course, the overtaxing concern of Chip and Laura.  The boy seemed to languish between Aware and Not Aware.  He made facial expression and lolled his tongue about shaking his head in a round about manner as if he were fighting off the throws of being sick.  Laura remained steadfastly stunned.
	Chelsea Douglass, Vada Wayne, Tia Sepulveda and Chelsea’s brother, Seth, stopped dead in their tracks.  Chip remained confused wrestling with himself between Aware and Not Aware still fighting back a rising bile.
	“Calm yourself.” his Voice said.  It took a little doing but Chip settled and Rain moved out of his concealment to stand butt bare assed naked in broad daylight before the group of interlopers.  
	The girls were at least fourteen; bigger titties for one.  They looked fourteen, thirteen at the earliest with Vada maybe fifteen.  Chelsea (and her brother) were white, Vada was black, and Tia was of a Mexican flavor.  Blond hair, blue eyes, small waist, tight butt was Chelsea; she had a glowing face, dainty earrings, a nose stud, and a bit of a slouch to her stance.  She was slender without being skinny.
	Vada’s skin was creamy, like a smooth expensive coffee.  Long sleek dark hair she looked fitting to be on the beach of some tropical isle.  A nice laugh about her, happy-go-lucky, friendly to all, wondrous attitude, she was a beautiful black pearl.
	Tia Sepulveda was a little taller than her two friends, shoulder length brown hair, dazzling amazing brown eyes, soft curves, and a delight to be around as her bubbly personality were intoxicating.
	When Rain focused for a moment on young Seth Douglass, something happened—not to Seth but to Rain.  He wasn’t sure what and could barely make heads or tails of it.  Rain disliked confusion and sought to either dismiss it or understand it.
	First of all, though, he had to get out from being so exposed.

	Chelsea wore some sort of delicious perfume.  Rain had her in the shade of the great elm, a wondrous breeze came along and though he wanted to get to her brother, naked Rain Frisco got firstly to Chelsea.  And there was a lot to “get”, too!

	Damn if the girl wasn’t cute!  There wasn’t time, not sufficient time, but Rain stood stroking himself taking in the girl’s beauty.  Casually he wondered if she and her brother Seth were hooking up.  Somehow he kind of doubted it.  He could tell if siblings were engaging sexually and he determined Chelsea and Seth weren’t. 
	Wearing a white blouse that was tight to her body producing proudly her young teenage breasts, Chelsea Miriam Douglass gave cause for great ejaculation mode.  Rain’s cock was hard and though he had been interrupted from fucking Laura and not properly cumming off within her, he was sure for some certainty that cumming off in Chelsea was a done deal.
	Slowly Rain cupped Chelsea’s breasts.  Each one.  Each breasts was palm size, soft and captivating.  Rubbing his thumb over the nipple he found to his glee that the nipple became enthralled and hardened poking out the knit fabric of the blouse.  Taking the girl’s left hand Rain got the girl to stroke his johnson while he continued to manipulate her mind—and body.
	It was overindulgence, sure, he knew it and was aware of it—but he didn’t care.  He always thought that someday the EMAD would go kafluey completely and life for him would be normal—so it was best to enjoy what the EMAD could get him while it could be gotten.
	Off came Chelsea’s top.  Her dainty bra barely concealing her lovely smallish mounds of delight followed.  Rain hugged her, embracing her and finding his lust level increasing with lustful desire rocketing near out of control.
	Teenage titties—they were nice to behold and Rain held them!  With his hands and then with his mouth before undoing the girl’s pants and pushing them down.  He remained standing with the girl, holding her to his body while his hands explored her all over—with specific attention to her ass.  His fingers slipped down inside her underwear squeezing that wondrous soft warm ass.  His cock surged and went against the girl with sincere intent. 
	Sweeping the girl off her feet Rain gently laid her on the ground working her pants off—leaving her panties on for a moment so as he could have a nice look.  Dainty bikini style panties, yellow.  Rain smoothed his hands onto the girl’s legs then roamed about her sex, slipping fingers inside the hem of the panties before his lust overpowered him and down they came.
	Expert fingers probed the girl’s furry burger determining that she was not a virgin—but not a slut, either.  Her poon pie was nicely trimmed to just an inch on either side of her crevice.  Rain’s fingers delved into the crevice working it—working it—working it until the pussy began to moisten and pulse.  Rain applied tongue action to the girl’s poon when a shadow converged upon them.  “Well,” said a voice, “whattya we got here!?”

The sheep get banged
	Whirling around quickly in a panic the bright sunlight obscured his vision of the intruder.  The squawk of a walkie-talkie further put Rain into panic and he boldly leapt up from Chelsea and charged into the junior high coach who had inadvertently came upon the naughty scene.
	The man tackled was caught off guard but was a little more athletically fit than Rain Frisco so there was a scrape with the men rolling and one of those men more vulnerable than the other.  The coach was a scraper but Rain was more determined but didn’t have the Upper Hand like he wanted.
	At length, Rain came to be underneath the man who was in his mid forties and was very muchly pinned.  The man was saying something but Rain was heaving; his nut sac had been hit with the man’s knee, the man outweighed him by about fifty pounds, and Rain’s energy level was already spent as it was.
	“You’re gonna rot in the pokey, boy,” mouthed the coach, “they gonna stick you down in a deep hole so deep they’ll have to pipe sunshine to your sorry ass!” sneered the man.
	“Not in this lifetime.” piped back Rain and he came up with a pipe from a chain link fence.  It went upside the man’s head and he loosened his grip on Rain.  Rain rolled and got out from under the man, kicking him in the chest then rolling to where he last left his mind altering gadget.
	Coach Todd Harrington shook off the effects of being brained and kicked but wasn’t able to ward off the effects of being zapped with an EMAD.  He stammered, listed to port, shook his head then blinked his eyes excessively before becoming very-very still.
	Rain sighed—but it wasn’t over; Tia and Seth were moving, sluggishly, but they were moving and no longer under the influence of the minding gadget.
	“What’s going on?” Tia said blinking her pretty eyes at the naked dirty man in her presence.
	“Holy shit!” exclaimed Seth as he saw the not only the naked man but Chelsea and Laura.  “What the fuck!?” followed from his lips.
	It just gets better and better…